#I literally just need someone to sit behind me and go yes you’ve done this correctly

[academiaipromise]

my parents have yet to realize i’ve timed their visit to see me perfectly so they can help me with my taxes 🥰 this is me at my most devious

#kt tangents #can I do my own taxes yes ive done it before but there’s a lot going on and I just need another person to tell me I did it right #that’s all #I literally just need someone to sit behind me and go yes you’ve done this correctly #I’m an adult but with some 🥰bad anxiety🥰 rn #also depending on when they get here I need some help with a ladder because my ribs are trying to kill me again

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Burden

Kaz x reader

Summery: reader gets hurt and Kaz assures her she isn’t a burden

Tw: mention of stitches, low self esteem, slavery, pleasure houses.

You had always felt like a burden, first to your father, then to the slaver he sold you too, then to the Crows.

Rationally, you knew that you couldn’t be a burden to someone who literally bought you, but he made you feel that way, so you convinced yourself you were a burden.

Now, as you were lying in Matthias’ arms being carried back to the Slat, all you could think about was how you were burdening the other crows with your stupidity of being caught off guard and slashed in the leg by one of the guards at the mansion you were robbing.

“Bring her up to my office.” Kaz rasped.

Matthias took you up to Kaz’s office and placed you on the bed. Kaz limped in behind you and Matthias.

“Out.” He barked at Matthias. The other crows were standing in the door but quickly backed away. Matthias followed them and closed the door behind him.

You turn your head and see Kaz suffling through his first aid kit.

“I can stitch myself up Kaz.” You whisper.

“No you can’t. You’re losing too much blood as it is.” He turns around with a thread, needle and gauze. He walks over to you and places his supplies on the bedside table. He then looks at your leg, assessing the situation.

“I need to cut off the pant leg. “ he tells you.

“That’s fine.” You whisper. You start feeling nauseous and dizzy so you close your eyes.

Soon you feel the cold metal of scizzors in your skin cutting away the leg of your leather pants. You hear Kaz take a shaky breath. “I’m going to stitch you up now.”

You nod, to focused on not throwing up to speak. You feel the needle pierce your skin, and the smooth leather of Kaz’s gloves against your skin. You focus on your breathing instead of the pain of the needle piercing your skin over and over again.

“Done.” Kaz says. You open your eyes and look down at his handy work. The gash goes from the middle of your calf to the middle of your thigh. You know it’s going to leave a scar.

You look up at Kaz, but he’s looking down at your leg, specifically at the little scars the cover the inner part of your legs. He then looks up at you. You glance down at your legs, not wanting to meet Kaz’s gaze.

“How did you get these?” He asks in a soft whisper. You didn’t even know Kaz knew how to speak in a soft voice.

“Uh, my father? And the slaver I was sold to.” You reply with the shrug of the shoulder, trying to seam indifferent about it. You look at Kaz and see anger wash over his face. But it’s not directed at you, instead at the vile men who hurt you.

“You were sold to a slaver?” Kaz asks. He sits down on the chair across from the bed. You sigh, knowing that one day you would have to tell the Crows - specifically Kaz - about your past. You were just hoping it would be when you were extremely drunk and wouldn’t have to feel the phantom pains that came along with reliving your past.

“Yes. When I was seven. My father always hated me, hated that I took my mother away from him, and that I was a girl instead of the son he wanted. He tracked down Dobson, that was the slavers name, and sold me to him. Then I had an indenture to pay off, and the only way I could pay it off was by being married off to a wealthy marcher or sold to a pleasure house.” You pick at a lose thread in your shirt instead of looking at Kaz while you tell him this.

“How’d you escape.” He asked. You breathed a sigh of relief. Glad that Kaz isn’t offering you any meaningless sympathy.

“How do you know I escaped?” You ask.

“I found you nearly starving on the streets and no one has come around looking for you in the two years you’ve worked for me.” Kaz replies. You nod.

“I killed him.” You say. “One night, he was being particularly flirty with me. I had just turned fourteen which meant I close to being handed over to someone else. He said he was ‘preparing me.’ Making advances, then he dragged me to his room. He said that I was to rebellious to be a good house wife so I would be sent to a pleasure house. ‘Rich marchers like breaking rebellious girls.’ He wanted to get me ready, prepare me for the job. He pushed me onto his bed, and started kissing my lips, my neck…” you take a breath and try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. “When he was busy trying to clumsily undo my dress, I grabbed the knife he kept under his mattress. He always kept one their incase one of his girls tried anything.”

“Rookie mistake.” Kaz interjected.

“I flipped him over, making him think I wanted him. When he was on his back, I stabbed him in the chest. I ran to grab the other girls he had and we all escaped. Six months later, you found me.” You finally look up at Kaz. He’s looking at you with a look you have never seen before: admiration. You shake your head, and look down at your leg again, trying to distract yourself from Kaz’s gaze.

You shift your legs, preparing to stand up, but Kaz places his hand on your shoulder stopping you.

“You’ll pull the stitches if you get up right now. Stay here for the night.” He says.

“Kaz…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“I don’t want it getting infected because you’re to stubborn to accept help.” He grumbles.

You scoff “says you.” He gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything else.

Without a word, he walks out of his room then comes back with your night gown in hand. He hands it to you then turns so you can change. Taking off your shirt and corset was the easy part, you slip the night gown on, then try and figure out how to get your pants off without damaging the stitches or bandage covering your leg. Eventually you give up and call for Kaz. He looks over at you and understands what you need without you saying anything. He slips the scissors between the waist of your pants and your hips. In one swift move, he cuts the leather and the pants fall off you. You slip the other leg off and finally settle into the bed.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for being such a burden.” You sigh.

“What did you say?” Kaz rasps ruffly.

“I’m sorry for being a burden.” You say, looking at him, seriously.

“Don’t say that.” Kaz grumbles. He kneels in front of you and grabs your hands. “You are NOT a burden.”

You look at him shocked and confused. “You had to stitch me up, cut me out of my pants, grab my night clothes and give up your bed. I am a burden.”

“No you aren’t. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone.” Kaz mumbles the last part so quietly, you almost think you didn’t hear it. You go to squeeze his hands, but he pulls away. You blush and try to hide your disappointment by hiding your head in your shoulder when you feel a cold hand against your cheek. You move and see that Kaz has taken his gloves off.

“You can’t be to comfortable on the floor.” You whisper.

“It’s fine.” He says dismissively.

“Please, come join me?” You ask while shifting to make room for Kaz. You are against the wall, and Kaz comes to sit beside you, far enough that you aren’t touching, but close enough to grab your hand again. And he does.

You and Kaz look at each other for a while, both you memorizing each others face.

After a while, Kaz breaks the silence. “May I try something?”

You nod. He placed his hand on your cheek and starts to lean in choir eyes flutter close and soon you feel his lips on yours. They are soft and light. He doesn’t go past the lips, but you both start leaning in more, and soon his arm is wrapped around your waste. When the need for air becomes prominent, you both pull away gasping. Kaz pulls his hand away, looking conflicted.

“Kaz, I know how hard that was for you. I’m happy to take it slow.” You reassure him. He looks at you and nods.

“I have to say, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for a long time though.” You laugh a little. A ghost of a smile brushes Kaz’s face.

“Your trauma will never be a burden.” You tell him.

“Neither will yours, y/n.” He says. You shrug, not really believing him.

“You will never be a burden to me. You never were. “ Kaz says. “I’ll make sure you believe me one day.”

“Thank you.” You mumble, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

#kaz dirtyhands brekker #kaz x reader #kaz x y/n #kaz x you #kaz brekker x fem!reader #grishaverse #trauma #light angst

[coconutcordiale]

In honor of How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days and Matthew McConaughey: “Great Answer.” “Good Question.” With Hangman

make my motor run

pairing- finnegan (everybody wants some!!) x afab reader

synopsis- everyone thinks finn is so sweet. you're not convinced.

warnings- 18+ minors and glen powell - you are not welcome here. protected piv, oral (f receiving), slight dumbification/degradation, praise kink. reader has ethically not great motives around sleeping with finn but do we honestly think finn cares? no

length- 2.1k

an- not hangman, but it's still glen so...close enough? this is the crossover literally not one person asked for - how to lose a guy in 10 days (if you squint a little) & everybody wants some

idk y'all, i don't have it in me to be ashamed anymore. this is just smut with some bants. idk if anyone even wants to read this but the glen powell brain rot is real so it had to be done so it'd stop rattling around in my mind. blame glen and his stupidly handsome face and the fact that he steals every scene he's in

title from my sharona - the knack

tagging some finn peeps - @sebsxphia / @iguana-braces / @justalonelyslytherin

It’s Saturday night. Against your better judgment, you’re at the rickety baseball houses, silently debating if you’ll have time to get a tetanus shot before your study group tomorrow morning.

Finn twirls his pipe between his fingers, leaning against the porch railing in a ridiculous paisley button-up. “Aside from how to take my breath away, what do you study here, ladies?”

“Does that ever actually work on real, human women?” You ask, ignoring the elbow to your ribs that Sophia digs into your side, presumably to get you to shut up.

The blond tilts his head, processing. He eventually grins. “Take no prisoners kinda gal, aren’t ya? I like that.” 

You hold back a grunt when Sophia elbows you again, answering the question before you can snark him any further. “We’re both journalism majors.” 

Going to take a sip of your drink, something you’ll surely need to swallow whatever faux-enlightened comment he has about that little piece of information; you furrow your brows when you realize it’s empty.

“I’ll grab you another drink, try not to miss me too much.” Finn winks, the bastard. What a ham. 

Your eye roll is barely contained when Sophia gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh, come on, he’s sweet,” she insists. 

“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Everything out of his mouth is a line, Soph. It’s all bullshit. He’s pandering to us, so he seems better, different than his asshole teammates. It’s insulting.”

“Then why haven’t you told him to fuck off?”

“I think he’d be a good subject for my article.”

Her eyes widen. “About benevolent misogyny?”

“That’s the one.”

“How far are you gonna take this? Sleep with him to prove a point about how far a chauvinistic male will go for sex?”

You shrug. You hadn’t really thought it through, honestly. It’s not like it’d be a chore, he is pretty hot when he keeps his mouth shut.

She takes your silence as confirmation. “That’s kind of fucked up.” 

“Can’t be worse than changing your entire personality every other night just to get laid.” 

+ 

You find yourself sitting on the roof with Finn, having already shown up his mediocre golf swing. You’d never admit it to Soph, but your article is the furthest thing from your mind right now.

“True or false: all fundamental beliefs are reasonable.” You’re so taken aback by his pop quiz you almost don’t notice him sitting down behind you, pulling you into the space between his legs.

Smooth. You roll your eyes, but don’t move away. “False.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I see someone’s already taken Philosophy 101 with Roberts.” 

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant. That’s an insane statement regardless.” 

When you turn to catch a glimpse of him you see him opening his mouth, ostensibly to argue, but you shake your head. “My turn. True or false: all’s fair in love and war.” 

“True.”

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Great answer.” 

Finn positively beams. “Good question!” His hands drift up from your hips, working their way under your flimsy tank before he brings his lips to your ear, murmuring, “True or false: you’re gonna let me take you inside so I can take you apart.” 

Your breath hitches. “True.” 

He turns your head to him, mouth pressing against yours, mustache tickling you, soft and sweet for just a moment, before he slides his tongue into your mouth filthily. “Let’s go then, honey.”

Your tiny denim shorts and little tank get lost on the floor of his bedroom almost immediately, skin ablaze as he pushes you back onto his bed, on soft forest green sheets that smell like him – warm and spicy and earthy. He stays standing as he makes quick work of his own clothes, raking his eyes across your naked form.

You try not to shy away from his gaze, meeting his eyes defiantly as you feel slick pooling between your thighs. You’re barely keeping yourself from rubbing them together, words laced with an edge you don’t feel. “Thought you were working on a degree in cunnilingus. Put that mouth to good use, Finn.”

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that you catch just before he braces himself above you, arms bracketing your head. His words are muffled against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. “Overheard that, did you? Knew you were paying special attention to me.”

You roll your eyes, mouth open to respond, but he drags his lips across your collarbone before his mouth closes around a nipple, effectively driving any wit from you.

He pushes your legs open wide, settling himself between them. His chest presses into the mattress as his arms wrap around your thighs where he’s busy putting them over his shoulders. When his mustache brushes against your thigh's sensitive skin, it sends shivers racketing through you and you feel his smirk only centimeters away from where you want it. 

He licks his lips as your resolve crumbles with every passing second.

“C’mon, Finn, please,” you whine, threading your hands through his shaggy hair, trying in vain to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Impatient,” he tsks. You lean up to fix him with a glare, but it only makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

He finally, finally licks a stripe up your slit, and despite it being exactly what you asked for, you tug on hard on the blond hair between your fingers in surprise. He groans long and low, vibrations rolling through your body from your center where his lips are busy fixing themselves to your clit. 

His buries his face in you, moaning against your cunt as his tongue laps at you like a starved man. “Could spend hours drowning in this pussy, tastes so fucking good.”

The sound that leaves you in answer to that is pathetic – high and whiny – hips bucking. His big hands are gripping you so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises high on your legs tomorrow. He stiffens his tongue to fuck it in and out of you, nose bumping your clit and making you shake, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Any sense of shame, any idea that you should keep yourself quiet in this house full of strangers has left you – your existence narrowed down to your hands in his hair, his lips on your cunt, the moans tearing their way from your throat, unbidden.

Your legs dig into his back, urging him in, hurtling towards the point of no return so fast all you can think of is needing more. He moves his lips back to your clit, hand loosening his death grip enough to slide a finger into the wet mess you’ve become at the same time he curls his lips and sucks.

“Don’t stop, please, Finn I -” You’re begging now, grinding against his face as much as you can in the vice-like grip he still has on you. He doubles his efforts, tongue working over your clit harder, finger inside you curling as you burn with the intensity of it, electricity bursting beneath your skin as the tension finally bursts, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your legs feel like jelly. You let go of his blond locks belatedly, resigning yourself to your new existence as a puddle, a melted version of your former self. 

He looks up from between your legs and grins. 

You grab for his arms where they’re still flexed around your thighs, bringing him up face to face with you. He smiles, dropping sweet kisses to your parted lips and warm cheeks. Whining, you wrap your legs around his waist, wordlessly trying to pull him to you, get him inside of you, greedy for him.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you doesn’t know how to use her words,” Finn goads, laughter curling in his words, and you’re torn between wanting to smack him and beg like your life depends on it. You’re so distracted you barely notice him shifting his weight to his knees so he can reach for a condom, tear it open with his teeth, and roll it on.

You try to glare but he braces himself over you again, rubbing his cock between your folds, catching your oversensitive clit and a truly embarrassing whimper comes out, eyes blurring with a mix of pain and pleasure instead. “Finnegan.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your last functioning brain cell to cooperate. “Get inside me right now or so help me –”

You can still feel the amusement on his lips as he ducks his head down to slot your mouths together to cut you off, swallowing your moan as he pushes into you, slow and steady. 

When you flex your legs around his waist impatiently, he chuckles before setting a relentless pace, grinding his cock into you hard with each push. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it sets your skin on fire, it rackets the headboard against the wall – if his teammates didn’t know what was happening before, they certainly have a good idea now.

Your head lolls to the side as he hits that spot inside you on every thrust, nerves overloaded as you grip the nape of his neck, just trying to hold on.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the glazed expression taking over your features. “Not gonna last long.” 

The thought that he’s already so close from having his mouth on you has your eyes crossing, cunt clenching around his thick length. His face crumples, mouth parting like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. “Trying to kill me, honey?”

He lifts one of your legs to his shoulders, leaning down towards you and bending you in half – pushing limits to flexibility you didn’t even know you had.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock, you can do that for me, can’t you?” Finn asks, panting against your cheek, deft fingers moving down to circle your clit.

The sparks shooting through you as he presses into your center border on pain but you’re nodding, head bobbing up and down of its own accord, nails scratching red along his shoulders as you get closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts and you keen, his words hurtling you towards the edge again. “So good for me…look at you, smart ass, brilliant girl fucked dumb on my cock.”

He’s pulling almost all the way out of you on every thrust now, slamming back in, and your back arches against him, a string of unintelligible noises leaving you that you’re just barely aware of, mewling filling the air in the room as your release snaps through you, ears ringing.

When you come to, still shaking and clenching around him, he’s running his mouth still, a litany of praise and groans of fuck honey, perfect for me, spilling from his bitten, red lips. His hips tear forward without rhythm as he pumps into you one last time, filling the condom before dropping your leg and collapsing next to you, strings holding him up suddenly cut.

Finn rolls to the side, and you stare at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever be able to move again. You think he’s talking, but you can’t even begin to register what he’s saying. 

“Did I fuck all the brains out of the mouthy girl I brought up here?” Finn asks, amused when you don’t respond.

“Just surprised you wanted audience participation for your post-sex speech,” you snark, trying not to belay how difficult it is to form words currently.

“Well, I think Joanna Russ would disparage of me if I were indifferent to your thoughts and opinions immediately after getting off.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “You know who Joanna Russ is?”

 “The Female Man is a cornerstone of feminist literature. I read it be—”

 You can’t help but interrupt, brain quickly coming back online. “Because you thought it was going to be about the ideal woman through a man’s eyes.”

 He even has the gall to look offended. “Of course not, everyone knows Russ is a feminist writer.”

“Then you read it so more women would sleep with you after hearing that you’d read it.” He presses his lips together to hold back a smile and you snort. “I knew it.”

“Honey, don’t get mad at me just because it works.”

“Incorrigible.” 

You lay your head on his chest, trying not to purr like a kitten as his hands tangle in your hair.

“I enjoy Jack Kerouac too if you really want to round out your article. Paint a full picture.”

Your eyes widen, trying desperately to keep in the surprised squeak when you look up to meet jade eyes and see them filled with mischief.

“Just a thought,” he murmurs, hands resuming their movements on your scalp, lulling you toward sleep.

full disclosure i haven't actually read the female man but i'm pretty sure it was published in the 70s which seemed fitting for ews being set in the 80s. thanks for reading!

#walt finnegan #finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #walt finnegan x reader #glen powell #everybody wants some #glen powell character x reader #glen powell x you #glen powell x reader #finnegan fanfic #everybody wants some x reader #finn my love #finn x reader #walt finnegan fanfic #how to lose a guy in 10 days #glen powell fanfiction #glen powell fanfic #glen powell smut #walt finnegan smut #finnegan smut

[ohmyjinsus]

gorgeous

park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 5.4k

this is literally over a year old and I’m only posting it now I’m the worst and I’m not going to proofread it either, whether or not it makes sense is in god’s hands, it’s also been like 5 and a half years since I played beer pong so hopefully I remember it correctly rip

there’s some underage drinking and y/n has some ~suggestive~ thoughts about sunghoon, there’s just kissing though - we’re also going to pretend y/n has a brother for the sake of this storyline, so sorry if you don’t

summary: you’ve been kind of crushing on this cute guy in your business class for a while now, but like, it’s not like he’d ever like you back anyway, he doesn’t even know you exist …. right?

You don’t believe in crushes. They’re a waste of time and energy, in your opinion. As a college student, dating someone is definitely not one of your priorities.

But of course, that hot guy in your business class exists.

You notice him on the first day of class. He’s absolutely stunning. He always looks so well put together, meanwhile there’s you, who woke up 20 minutes before class started and ran down the street in sweats. You’re sure if he was the one wearing sweats, he’d still look gorgeous.

He’s 110% your type, but you push it aside. There’s no point in trying to get with him. Even if there was, he’s out of your league. You don’t even know each other’s names. Every time you think about it, you come up with a list of reasons it wouldn’t work out. As long as you remember those, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, until you actually have to speak to him during your second class.

“Okay everyone, work with the person sitting behind you. Do practice questions 1-5, make sure you write down your answers, and then submit them to the dropbox online. When you’re done, you can leave.”

You look at your friend, rolling your eyes. In every other course, your professors just let you work with the person sitting next to you. You don’t know why this prof feels the need to make life harder for all of you.

The person in front of you is already working with someone else, so you turn around, hoping you get paired up with someone decent.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. “I’m Sunghoon.”

You want to throw yourself out a window. He looks even better up close, as cheesy as it is to say. You aren’t even sure you brushed your hair this morning.

“y/n.” He smiles, pulling his laptop closer.

“Last name?”

“What?” He smirks.

“For the assignment,” he clarifies. “It needs both our names on it.”

“Oh, right, duh.” You spell it for him and tell him your student number.

“Let’s get it, I guess.” You laugh, opening your textbook to the right page. As long as you can get through this without making a total fool of yourself, you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you say, “question one.”

Thankfully, Sunghoon’s pretty talkative and he actually pays attention in class, so he has answers. You agree with them, for the most part, and add things on here and there.

“So for solvency ratios, you divide by net income, right?” Sunghoon asks, focused on his laptop.

“It’s net income divided by liabilities.” You’re pretty sure. But he makes you nervous. “Isn’t it?”

“Let me see that.” You hand over the textbook, letting him flip through to find the answer. You’re about to turn back to your laptop and scroll through your notes when Sunghoon groans. “You’re right, y/n. I’m just stupid.”

“Yes.” His head snaps up. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve said, but you can’t take it back now, so you just shrug.

“Damn, y/n. I thought we were friends.” You shake your head, not sure what to say. You’re scared you’ll just embarrass yourself at this point, so you try to focus on literally anything else.

It’s okay though, because Sunghoon is still smiling at you. You can’t ignore your heart beating a little bit faster. You hate that he has this effect on you. Especially since it’s your first time having a proper conversation with him.

He asks you for the next question, breaking your thoughts.

It doesn’t take you much longer to get through the work. When you’re done, Sunghoon turns his laptop around so you can double check everything. Once you give it the green light, he hands it in.

“I think he said we’re free to go now, right?” You ask, awkwardly. There’s still a lot of people in the room. You don’t want to be the first two to leavy.

“I believe so.” Sunghoon closes his laptop and pulls his jacket on. It looks expensive. You kind of wish you had one for yourself, but you know you probably can’t afford it. “Are you heading out? I’ll walk with you.”

You glance at your friend across the row, who’s still working. Part of you wants to say yes, and see what happens. Realistically, you know you’d be too nervous to say anything. You have no idea if he cares about you enough to continue speaking to you.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, gesturing towards your friend. “I’m gonna finish up some work and wait.”

“Sure,” he grabs his bag and gets up. “I’ll see you around then, y/n.” You nod awkwardly.

“Have a good weekend.” He smiles at you again, and it makes you just as nervous as the last time.

“You too.”

You watch as he heads down the aisle and out the door. As much as you try to focus on your other coursework, you can’t get him out of your head. You almost want to kill him for getting to you like this.

That night, while you’re practicing how to calculate solvency ratios, you’re still thinking of him.

You’ve probably seen him around campus before, but you don’t know anything about him. You have a feeling he’s older than you, but you’re not sure. You put your notebook away and grab your phone, opening Instagram.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. Thankfully, his profile is public.

You scroll through, looking at all the photos of him with his friends. There are some of him alone as well. You can’t help but notice how aesthetic his feed is. It suits him. Your profile is boring in comparison. The odds of him looking at it are slim anyway. You’re not too worried.

There’s a lot of photos of him with one girl as well. You click on her profile, trying to figure out if they’re together. There are pictures of her with some other guy. One of the captions mentions something about their third anniversary.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. You actually have a chance.

That thought makes you stop in your tracks. You don’t need a chance, you don’t have a crush on him. Do you?

You put your phone face down on your desk, opening your business textbook again.

Solvency ratios are a thousand times more interesting than Park Sunghoon. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You have to get this stupid boy off your mind, as soon as possible.

===

You pretend he doesn’t exist until you see him in class on Friday.

When you walk into your lecture hall, you pass by him. When he notices you, he looks up and smiles. You try smile back like a normal person, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

You find your friends a few rows back, and get settled next to them. Usually when you get bored in lectures, you distract yourself on your laptop. Today, you find your eyes focusing on Sunghoon.

When you glance at him, he’s running his hand through his hair. You can’t help but wonder how soft it is. An image of the two of you making out pops into your head. The thought of your fingers tangled in his hair makes you blush. You hope none of your friends notice.

Your professor gives you some group work to do soon after that. You’re grateful for once, as it gives you something else to focus on.

Once you’ve completed it with your friends, you can’t help but glance at Sunghoon again. He’s talking to the person next to him, laughing at something they said. You can’t help but wish that was you making him laugh like that.

“Did you get what our prof said earlier?” Your friend says from beside you. You jump, trying to act normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Our prof,” your friend says. “What pages did he say to study for our quiz?”

“Oh, right.” You scroll through the notes you took on your laptop, trying to find where you wrote it down.

For the rest of the lecture, you make sure to focus. You’ll be damned if your GPA drops because you were staring at some random boy in class instead of paying attention. That would be an absolute embarrassment.

When class is over, your friends ask if you want to get lunch with them. You say sure, packing up your things, getting ready to go.

As all of you head out of the room, trying to decide where to eat, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Wait, y/n,” you turn around. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Of course it’s Sunghoon.

“What’s going on?” One of your friends ask. You shake your head.

“Go,” you tell them. “Text me and I’ll meet you there after.” They nod, and you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says when you turn to face him, “I wanted to catch you before I forget.”

“Sure,” you respond. You have literally no idea what he wants.

“I just wanted to say I know you.” You blink.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sunghoon looks down. He seems almost embarrassed.

“That probably sounded creepy, whoops.”

“A little bit.” The two of you smile at each other.

“I know your brother,” he clarifies.

“You do?” He nods, telling you they were friends in elementary school. When he mentions the classes they were in together, you recognize their teachers’ names. Your brother’s 2 years older than you, so Sunghoon must be as well.

“Last week I thought your name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before.”

“Oh, wow,” you respond. “I feel bad, I don’t remember you at all.” As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you regret it. You probably sound so mean. Sunghoon doesn’t seem fazed.

“I didn’t think you would, we never really spoke before.”

“Wait,” you say, suddenly. A memory just popped into your head. “Didn’t my brother accidentally slam your finger in a door at his birthday party? Or am I thinking of someone else?”

“That was me.” Sunghoon laughs. “Of all things to remember, it had to be the most embarrassing one.”

“I’m sorry.” You can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m just glad I exist somewhere in your memory.” That makes you blush.

“Of course you do.” He smiles at you.

“Anyway,” he says. “Your friends are probably waiting for you, you should go.”

“Oh, right.” You had almost forgotten about them. “Good thinking.”

“We can catch up later,” he tells you. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“See you.”

Once he’s walked away, you pull out your phone, trying to figure out where your friends went. They’re right next door, so you speed walk over. You need advice. You can’t believe Sunghoon remembers you from over ten years ago. You can’t wrap your mind around it.

“He likes you!” is the immediate reaction when you tell your friends what Sunghoon said. You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“Oh my god, do you like him too?” Your best friend asks. You shake your head right away.

“Of course not.”

“I wonder what he looked like as a kid, was he cute then?” You shrug.

“I genuinely do not remember him.”

“But he remembers you.”

“Maybe you have a point,” you admit.

“Exactly!” Your best friend says. “He was thinking of you outside of class, that means something y/n.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t argue with that logic. “And he said we could catch up later, what does that even mean?”

“He wants to talk to you again!” One of your other friends chimes in. “I ship it.”

You cover your face, so no one sees you blushing. “I don’t need this right now. It sounds like a fic or something.”

“y/n’s out here living my dream life. Your brother’s best friend, my god.” You roll your eyes. “Did he ask for your number?”

“No.” You sigh.

“Idiot.” That makes you laugh. “You have the rest of the semester to make him fall in love with you. That’s more than enough time.”

They all start talking about something else, which you’re grateful for. Although Sunghoon’s still in the back of your mind. They made some valid points.

He was thinking about you outside of class. And he did imply he wants to talk to you again.

Then again, that doesn’t mean anything. He was probably just being nice.

But when you get home that night, your phone lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. When you see it’s an Instagram notification, you pray it’s him.

It’s just your cousin. You hate that you’re disappointed.

As you lay there in the dark, contemplating whether you should add him as a friend, you can’t deny it.

You do have a crush on Park Sunghoon after all. Damn it.

===

For the next week, you try to act cool about it. You haven’t spoken to Sunghoon since he told you he knows you. You were hoping he would add you on some form of social media, but he hasn’t. You know you could make the first move yourself, but you’re too anxious to do that.

Your friends continue to tease you, but you just roll your eyes and tell them to stop being ridiculous.

You make more of an effort with your appearance for the next class. Sunghoon’s always showing up in blazers, looking flawless. You know you could never reach his level, but you should at least try.

The stupid boy’s got you waking up early just so you can pick a decent outfit and make sure you look alive. You hate him.

You get to class before he does on Friday. Thankfully, your friends don’t say anything about it when you sit with them in the back.

Towards the end of class, your professor reminds you of your midterm project.

“I know it’s early, but you should start preparing.” He says. “I’ve randomly assigned you partners, you can find them under the class list online.”

“What if you got paired up with your future boyfriend, y/n?” One of your friends whispers.

“Shut up.”

But you open a new tab in your browser and check anyway.

“Oh no.” Your friends all turn to look at you. You highlight where your name and Sunghoon’s are on the screen and turn your laptop to face them. “I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not!”

“It’s a good opportunity to get closer to him.” You roll your eyes. “Literally or figuratively.”

“Stop it!” Although you have been thinking about getting closer to him physically these days. You would never admit it though. Those thoughts are for you, and you alone.

After class, you contemplate asking Sunghoon for his number, for academic purposes, of course, but you can’t find the courage to do it. You expect him to come over and ask for yours, but he doesn’t either. You’re slightly disappointed while you walk home from class.

Later that night, you get a Facebook message from him. You had completely forgotten you even have Facebook, considering you never use it anymore. You don’t know anyone your age who uses it. Then again, Sunghoon is older, so maybe that’s why.

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: hey y/n, I saw we’re partners for the midterm project

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: we should probably meet up and figure out what we’re gonna write about

y/n [10:40pm]: hey !!

As soon as you send the double exclamation mark, you want to kick yourself. You sound way too excited. It’s bad enough you’re responding less than 5 minutes after he messaged you.

y/n [10:41pm]: that’s probably a good idea, did you have something in mind already?

Sunghoon [10:41pm]: I haven’t looked at the instructions yet, I don’t even know what the paper is on

The fact that he responded so quickly makes you even more excited. Then again, he could’ve just had his phone in his hand anyway. It’s probably just convenient for him to respond to you now instead of waiting.

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: you live on campus, right?

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: we could meet in the student centre over the weekend and think it over

You’re about to respond and tell him yes, of course, when you get another message.

Sunghoon [10:44pm]: or we can wait, I know normal people go out on the weekend

That makes you pause for a second. What is he trying to say? You shake it off.

y/n [10:45pm]: are you not a normal person, park sunghoon? 👀

You don’t know what compels you to use his full name like that. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s weird.

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: shut up y/n 😤

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: I just thought you might have like, a hot date or something, I didn’t want to ruin your plans

You want to scream. You wish you had the guts to send something back about going on a hot date with him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

y/n [10:47pm]: don’t worry

y/n [10:47pm]: you can have me all to yourself

Why are you so stupid? Sunghoon reads your message before you even have time to figure out if there’s a way to unsend it.

Sunghoon [10:47pm]: good

Sunghoon [10:48pm]: does tomorrow work for you?

y/n [10:48pm]: sure

You’re afraid to say too many words, in case you wind up saying something stupid again.

Sunghoon [10:49pm]: 2?

y/n [10:49pm]: yeah, that works!

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: okay cool

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: I’ll probably stop at starbucks before

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: what’s your order?

Okay, now you’re really going to scream. The fact that he’s willing to bring you a drink is so sweet. He could just be being nice, but you choose to believe this is something more.

You take a second to think about it. You can’t even remember your usual Starbucks order. Your mind’s gone completely blank. You open the app on your phone to look at their menu. Then you realize how stupid you seem. Sunghoon’s not good for your health.

y/n [10:53pm]: an iced chai latte would be great 🥺

y/n [10:53pm]: bless your soul

Sunghoon [10:54pm]: okay cool I’ll see you then

You don’t want to leave him on read, but you have no idea what else to say. You like his message instead. A heart seems a little excessive, but whatever.

The next day you get to the student centre earlier than you intended. Your anxiety convinced you it would be best to get there before Sunghoon. You find a spot in the corner and pull out your laptop, looking at the assignment requirements.

About five minutes later, you get a message from Sunghoon. You tell him you’re over by the vending machines.

It takes all your energy not to stare at the door and wait for him to come in. You force yourself to look at literally anything else. The last thing you want to do is make a fool of yourself. Again.

“y/n!” Sunghoon sits on the couch across from you, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you respond, picking it up. He got you a venti. After you take a sip, you pull out your phone. “Here, I’ll pay you back right now.”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He gets his laptop out of his bag. “You can get it next time.”

The fact that he thinks there’s going to be a next time makes you blush. You focus on the screen in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He probably means another study session, but you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shall we pick a topic?”

The two of you spend the next hour working. You both wanted to research a similar topic. Sunghoon says he’s okay going with your idea. He thinks it’s better than his. You can’t hide your smile.

You both go through your university’s online library, looking for resources. Once you’ve found the required amount of peer-reviewed articles, you decide to take a break.

Sunghoon watches as you chug about half of your drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” You almost choke. You know he didn’t mean it like that, but part of you wonders if he’s winding you up.

“Shut up.” He just smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

You finish it, and suggest you get back to work right away. You aren’t sure how to make conversation with him like a normal person, so it’s probably best to just focus on your school work.

The two of you come up with an outline for your paper and decide to stop there for now. Sunghoon suggests you get together in a few days, to add some information and start writing the actual paper. You tell him sure, promising to buy him Starbucks then. He agrees.

As you leave the building together, part of you hopes he’ll offer to walk you home. He doesn’t.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” You nod.

“Sure.”

“I’ll text you.”

That makes you smile.

“Sure,” you say again, sounding much happier this time.

You hope Sunghoon doesn’t notice, but he’s laughing as he walks away.

You completely forget about it when you get home, as your roommates bombard you the second you walk through the door.

“What’s going on?” You ask, taking off your shoes. “Did someone die?”

One of them shakes her head. “Jungwon invited us to his Halloween party.”

“Halloween party?” You frown. “We never go to parties.”

“Well no,” your other roommate responds. “But it’s Jungwon.”

That’s a solid point. All of you have known Jungwon for quite a while now.

A lot of the guys on your campus are big into drinking, throwing parties every weekend. You and your roommates aren’t into that sort of thing. Some of them don’t even drink. But Jungwon’s pretty tame, you know he wouldn’t throw a crazy party like that. This one will definitely be much calmer. You trust him.

“Do we have to dress up?” You ask, more concerned about that than anything else.

“Of course we do!”

“Let’s do matching costumes.”

“Please, no.”

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be fun.”

===

The second you step into the party, you regret going. You should’ve convinced your friends to stay home and watch scary movies instead. You feel so stupid with the cat ears on your head and the whiskers you drew on with eyeliner. You don’t even have a tail.

Now, you’re awkwardly sitting on the couch in Jungwon’s living room. There’s some Pitbull song about a hotel room playing from another room. They could have at least chosen better music.

Your friends are having fun, at least. One of them got you a drink. You aren’t sure what it is. Coke and something. Maybe vodka? It tastes good, that’s all that matters to you.

When your friends decide to play beer pong, you can’t help but laugh. One of them is quite tipsy, so her aim is way off. After missing a few shots, her partner gives up on her.

“We’re switching players,” your friend tells the other team. “y/n, come here.” You didn’t sign up for this, but at least it’ll give you something to do. You get up and walk over.

“Wait, wait,” one of the guys says. Jay, you think. You know he’s one of Jungwon’s friends. “If you’re allowed to change players halfway through the game, so are we.”

“Go on then,” you respond, grabbing a ping pong ball. Your team is losing. You’ve got 2 cups left on your side of the table. Jay’s side has 5. You know you’re probably screwed, but it’s worth a shot. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you competitive.

“Get out of here, Jake.” Poor Jake looks slightly wasted too. You don’t blame Jay for wanting him out. “Sunghoon, you’re up.”

You freeze. Of course Park Sunghoon’s who you’re playing against. The universe seems obsessed with throwing the two of you together.

He’s dressed as a vampire, which suits him quite well. He pulls out his fake teeth and grabs a ping pong ball.

“Oh, hey kitty,” he says when he notices you. It takes you a second to realize he’s referring to your costume. “You look cute.” His smile almost makes you pass out. There’s no way you’re winning this. Your team would’ve been better off with your drunk friend instead.

“Shut up.” It’s the only thing you can think to say. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you before tossing the ball. It lands right into the cup in front of you.

“No, y/n,” he replies. “You shut up.”

You give him a dirty look, grabbing your drink. Thankfully, someone suggested you leave the cups empty and have your own drinks whenever you need to. Apparently one of Jungwon’s roommates said traditional beer pong is unsanitary. You agree.

While you take a few sips, your friend makes a quiet comment about how Sunghoon’s clearly flirting with you. You almost choke. This entire situation is ridiculous, you should just run away.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say once you’re finished. Thankfully, you manage to get a ball into one of their cups as well. Jay grabs his beer, quickly drinking some before taking his shot.

When he misses, you can’t help but cheer. You’re a little bit louder than you intended though. You spot Sunghoon smiling at you from across the room.

Your friend manages to get the next ball in as well. Sunghoon throws back his head while he chugs his drink and you can’t help but to notice what a pretty neck he has. All you want is to pull him into an empty room and mark him as yours.

Jay’s voice snaps you back to reality. Maybe you should have dressed up as the vampire instead.

Thankfully, you don’t totally suck at beer pong. You manage to get 2 balls in yourself, and your friend gets 2 as well.

The boys have only managed to get the one in. You’re down to one cup each. It’s your turn, so you let your friend take the shot.

Once the ball lands in the final cup, you cheer. All your friends crowd around the two of you, giving you a big group hug. You almost want to dance to the stupid Pitbull hotel room song. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t a total flop after all.

As you all let go of each other, you see Sunghoon across the table, finishing whatever’s left of his drink. When he puts the cup down, he makes eye contact with you. You’re surprised you manage to hold his gaze. It’s probably the alcohol.

You’re even more shocked when he appears right in front of you. It’s quite loud. He leans down so you can hear him.

“Let’s get out of here.” You can feel his breath on your ear.

“Okay.” His face breaks out into a smile, and he grabs your hand. You barely have time to process it before he’s leading you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask, once both of you are in the hallway.

“My room.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes go wide.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “I live here. Didn’t you know?”

You follow him as he leads you up the stairs. “Nope.”

“I’ve lived with Jungwon since last year.” Sunghoon pushes his bedroom door open, letting you walk in first. It’s cleaner than you thought it would be. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We did a project together in psych once,” you tell him. You have no idea where you’re supposed to go. The only place to really sit is his bed but that doesn’t feel right.

“Come here.” Sunghoon takes your hand again, pulling you over to the window. You didn’t realize it opened out onto the roof. It’s flat so you’re not concerned about drunkenly falling off.

“Wait, this is so cool.” He opens the window, climbing through first. Then he helps you, holding onto your waist until you get your footing. “Thanks.”

He pulls off his vampire cape, laying it down so the two of you can sit on it. You make sure you’re facing him.

“The view isn’t that nice though.” The two of you glance towards the street. It’s the main road on your campus. There’s not much to look at, besides a lot of buildings.

“Don’t look at that,” you respond. “Look at me.” You’re surprised you have the guts to say it. If you're going to flirt with him, it may as well be now, while you’ve got liquid courage in your veins.

“Gladly.” When you make eye contact again, you feel less nervous. “You’re much prettier anyway.”

You can’t get a read on him. He must be somewhat interested in you if he’s ditched a party and brought you up to his room. It would only make sense.

“Don’t be silly."

“I’m not,” he replies.

You aren’t really sure what to say to him, so you two sit in silence for a little while. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I was going to ask you to come here,” Sunghoon says suddenly.

“To your room?” He shakes his head.

“To the party, I mean.”

“Oh, duh.” It must be the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. Or maybe it’s being in his presence. Or both.

“When I found out Jungwon told you about the party instead, I was kind of sad.”

“Oh?” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon looks down. “I thought I missed my chance.”

“To do what?”

“Remember when you said I was stupid?” His voice is quiet. You can’t help but reach out and lift his head so he’s looking at you. Once you make eye contact, you drop your hand so it’s on his arm instead.

“Technically, you said it.” You remind him. “I just agreed.”

“Right,” he says, smiling. “Well, you had a point.”

“I know.” That makes him laugh.

“I should’ve asked for your number then.”

“What are you trying to say, Park Sunghoon?”

“I like you, y/n.” You take his hand in yours.

“I like you too, Sunghoon.” He shakes his head.

“No, like, I like you.” You smile.

“I know,” you tell him. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester.”

“You have?” He seems shocked.

“Of course,” you hit him with your other hand, but he grabs that one too. “Have you seen yourself?”

He looks down, smiling at himself. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

“Why are you acting all shy?” Sunghoon looks up again. You’re pretty sure he’s blushing. “Obviously, I do.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, “I got distracted.”

“Distracted from what?”

“I meant to ask you a question.”

“Go on then.” You squeeze both his hands.

“Can I have your number?”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but you didn’t expect that.

“Give me your phone.”

Once you’ve typed your info in, you hand it back. Right away, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, checking the message Sunghoon sent you.

Unknown [12:03am]: can I take you on a date tomorrow?

y/n [12:04am]: tomorrow as in today or tomorrow tomorrow

Sunghoon laughs from beside you. You can’t help but smile as well. While he responds, you save him as a contact.

Sunghoon [12:05am]: whenever you want

y/n [12:05am]: I’d love to :)

You wait for Sunghoon to text you back, but he doesn’t. When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Good,” he whispers, before leaning into you.

You don’t hesitate, immediately doing the same. You can’t help but grin into the kiss. You’re pretty sure Sunghoon is as well.

When he pulls away, you’re laughing.

“Are you laughing because I’m a bad kisser or because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit. “Kiss me again and I’ll let you know.”

Sunghoon smiles, pulling you into him again.

“Sure,” he places a kiss on your neck. “I’d be more than happy to.”

#sunghoon #fluff #enhypen #enha #sunghoon scenario #sunghoon imagine #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #also sorry for the random ass taylor swift song title again I think it’s kind of fitting #also I was trying to format this and my mother comes into the room and starts talking to me about tea like kelly I'm trying to do something #anyway #emojis look so weird italicized damn I never noticed before

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NDA Part 2

AN: Jackman has some explaining to do. Okay let's gooooo 😘

Synopsis: After learning that your future husband has been lying to you for the duration of your relationship, you have a decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Please do not repost my content anywhere

Read part 1 first

You were taken aback and suddenly confused.

This had to be some sort of prank.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"Jack is married to me and I knew that there was someone else. And look at that, I was right. Can we talk?"

You simply nodded as you looked at the big ass ring on her left hand.

Princess cut.

You then invited her into the suite and led her over to the living room area. You sat across from her as she began to speak still in disbelief of what was currently happening. 

"How long has he been seeing you?"

"Almost a year and six months."

She nodded before gathering her thoughts on what she wanted to say next.

"Y/N, you seem like a really sweet girl and.... Jack did was he does best. He's a sweet talker. He knows the right things to say in order for you to think that it's just you and him forever. That's what he told you right?"

"Um, more or less."

What was she getting at?

"We've been married for four years and have two boys together. I never thought for a second that he would step out on me, but he did. You weren't the first and you probably won't be the last."

"Why did you stay?"

"Because I literally depend on him for everything. I didn't go to college, have no skills, I barely finished high school. What am I going to do as a single mother of two young boys?"

You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

But, he was yours.

He loved you.

He wouldn't have hidden this from you..

Right?

"But if he's married to you, how is he supposed to get married to me?" You curiously asked.

"After everything I just told you, you still want him?"

Just then the door opened and both of you looked up to see it was the man of the hour.

"Hey baby girl, did you...."

He got quiet as he saw both of you.

"Jack... I think you have some explaining to do." You calmly said before getting up and walking towards him.

He now looked pissed off and all of his anger was directed towards Ava.

"What did her lying ass tell you?"

"Oh please, I told her the truth. We're married and have two boys together."

"AVA! We are in the middle of a divorce because you cheated on me and my so called kids aren't even mine!"

"Yes they are!"

"So the DNA test lied then?!"

"Jack, please don't do this."

"Don't do what? I have literally signed over everything to you because I don't want anything to do with you anymore and want you out of my life for good! You're mad because I finally found the person that I want to be with and it isn't you! You messed up our marriage Ava, not me."

"We can fix it!"

"Do you hear yourself right now? Like really hear yourself? I don't want you, I don't want anything to do with you, and you need to leave me and my future wife alone. See your way out now. You've done enough."

Ava simply grabbed her purse and walked over to you.

"Y/N, you're too good for him. Let me know if you ever want to talk."

She gave you her number and walked out without another word with Jack literally slamming the door behind her.

You didn't know what to think.

Did you believe Ava or did you believe Jack?

I mean Jack has been lying this entire time hiding secret families and shit and Ava... well you couldn't quite read her very well and besides you only met the girl minutes ago.

You were now back sitting on the couch when Jack came up and sat next to you.

You instantly moved away from him.

Feeling nothing but hurt and betrayal.

You never thought in a million years that this man would lie to you and hide that he was in fact married.

"Baby, please. Let me explain."

"You lied to me." You quietly spoke as you stared straight ahead. 

"I... I know and I'm sorry but I had to in order for her crazy ass not to come after you. I don't even know how she found out about you in the first place! Y/N, I love you. You know that and I would never do something intentionally to hurt you."

"I can't do this right now."

"Come on, don't let her ruin us. She means absolutely nothing to me. As soon as the divorce is finalized we can get married. That's why it's taking me so long to marry you."

"And her kids aren't yours?"

"Babe, her kids aren’t mine. Besides I got a DNA test just so I could have proof. When they were born, I knew they weren't mine."

"I need to be myself right now. I have a lot to think about."

"Stink, come on. This is really the only time I'll get to spend with you for the next few weeks."

"Jack.... I'm pregnant and I don't want my child born into this hot mess express."

"Wait, what? You are!?!?"

"Yeah and I was excited about it until thirty minutes ago."

"We can do this mamas. I promise to take care of the both of you. I take care of you and you want for nothing. We can finally start our life together that we want."

"Jack... get out and don't call me again until the divorce is finalized. Pregnant with your child or not."

----

The next few months were a blur.

You didn't completely cut off contact with Jack even though you wanted to.

He is the father of your child after all.

If you thought you got a lot of gifts before, he was now taking it to a new level.

You were running out of space in your condo to put everything.

You were getting something every single week for you and your unborn child.

He kept the gifts gender neutral since you wanted it to be a surprise when they were born.

You and Jack didn't exactly break up, but you weren't necessarily together either and it just felt like a weird space at the moment.

Jack didn't miss any doctor's appointments even if they had to be through FaceTime. He made sure to be with you as much as he could even if it was awkward at times. 

He was doing more appearances in order to have more money for you and your little one.

You had to give him credit, he was trying but you couldn't get past the fact that he lied about something as important as being married and going through a divorce.

You were an understanding person and always have been. You always kept it 100 with everyone else and wanted that same thing in return.

Especially with something as big as this. 

You were currently eating cherries on the long couch in the living room when a FaceTime call was coming through and you already knew who it was. You rolled your eyes before answering, not really being in the mood to talk to anyone. 

You clicked accept and his face appeared wearing a smile.

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling today? How's my little one?"

"Hey, just a bit tired and they're okay. But nothing I can't handle."

"I wanted to call you to tell you that the divorce was finalized today."

Jack held up the paper to show me and sure enough it was true.

Jack was no longer married to Ava.

But you weren't quite sure if you wanted to be married to Jack either.

You never thought in a million years that would be the case. 

You simply nodded your head and went back to eating your cherries.

"I thought you would be a little more excited baby."

"I just.. Jack you made me feel like you didn't trust me and that really hurt."

"Never that mamas. I apologize that I made you feel that way. I do trust you, I just... I didn't want you to leave me if you found out. I admit that was stupid on my part but Y/N, I cannot live without you being in my life. From the moment we met I knew you were my wife."

"Is that the same thing you told Ava?"

Jack simply sighed. He knew he was going to have to put in a lot of work for you to forgive him and move on from this.

"I thought she was the one, I admit. But when she cheated everything just went downhill. She didn't show her true colors until after we were married and then I came to the conclusion that she was bat shit crazy and only wanted me for my money."

"I'm sorry she did that to you because you definitely didn't deserve it."

Jack was the type of person to make sure that everyone around him was good and had everything they needed.

The only thing is that people tend to take advantage of that.

And that’s what she had did. 

"When is your next appointment? I'll be back in L.A. in like two weeks I think. I don't like you being that far away from me."

"It's actually in two weeks. I know you don't, but I need time."

"Is moving in with me still on the table?"

You had thought long and hard about it and you wanted your baby to have both of their parents under the same roof.

"Yeah, I guess."

You simply shrugged.

You missed him, but you just didn't know anymore.

"Baby, I'm trying. I really am. I'll make this up to you anyway I can. Anything you need or want just tell me."

"I know you are, I appreciate the effort."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

You took a few seconds to answer and he got nervous.

"Yes, eventually."

“Well, how much longer?”

“Jack, I don’t know. Like do you know how royally fucked up what you did was?”

“Yes but..”

“Okay, then. I’m going to need for you to stop rushing me and let me do this in my own time. I love you and as much as I want to be mad at you, I just can’t. Just let me go at my own pace and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

Jack stayed on FaceTime with you for a few more minutes before ending the call and going to find Urban. 

He found him conversing with Neelam and he took a seat next to both of them.

“I told your ass that you should’ve been honest with her from the beginning.” Urban said already knowing what the situation was.

“But, yall know how crazy Ava is.”

“We do, but I mean come on Jack you broke her trust.” Neelam was right and he couldn’t argue with that.

“I know I went about it in the wrong way and I honestly think I might have lost her for good.”

“Has she broken up with you?

“No.”

“Has she blocked your number?”

“No.”

“Has she given you any indication that she was going to leave you?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. There’s still a chance for you to make this right.”

“She barely even talks to me anymore unless it has to do with the baby. I thought she would be excited when I told her the divorce was finalized today and she just kinda shrugged it off.”

“Well, do you blame her?”

“Well, no. But that was the whole reason why I couldn’t marry her and now I can.”

“Just give her time. That’s literally all you can do. She’ll come around. I can tell you really do love her because you will talk about her nonstop for hours at a time.” Neelam responded smiling.

“She’s brought out the best in you within this past year and with all that you went through with Ava you definitely deserve it.”

“I deserve it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if she decides to leave me. She literally means everything to me.”

“Well, do what you need to do to make sure she doesn’t.”

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[septimaseverinawannawrite]

💜Welcome Back💜 (Cassian's Version)

In the special occasion of Obi-Wan Kenobi Series and Andor's first teaser releasing! I feel like it's the scenario that our husbands come back home to us after a long, long war. Enjoy!

I'm a tipsy person 😂😂😂 My friends roast me everytime they read my final drafts of literally everything I write, so if there is any mistakes, please feel free to comment and correct ❤❤❤

Annnnnnd I'm always appreciated, if you like, reblog or comment!

🌹Click to My AO3

Fandom: Star Wars

Request: Nope. This is the very self-indulgent super mini onshot again.

Pairing: Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Summaries: Cassian is returning from mission. Jyn and Bodhi tell you that he is sent to the sickbay. Set after Rogue One, because I rebel against the canon. 😆😆😆

Warning: none. Unless you love Cassian so much and you are blushed hard everytime you see him (and Diego Luna) smiles.

Rate: T

Words: 619

A/N: like I've stated above, so this is technically pure AU #Rogue1Lives. Who needs angsty these days? And yes, English is my second language. It's been 25 years but I'm still confused. 🤣

 

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The Rogue One was back from a mission, just only twenty minutes ago, but Y/N still had a task in hand to accomplish. She didn’t wait at the hangar as always - until Jyn and Bhodi found her in the archive room.

“Quickly, Y/N! Cassian is sent to the sickbay right now!” Jyn panted heavily, also Bodhi. 

“He said he needs you immediately. It's an emergency.” 

Y/N threw a datapad on a nearby desk without hesitating. She ran to the sickbay with Jyn and Bhodi, asking about Cassian’s symptoms while her mind was racing wildly to the worst. 

“It’s… it’s… oh, I can’t say it out loud.” Bodhi spluttered and covered his face with both hands. 

“Just take a look for yourself.” Jyn added, pushing Y/N away behind the curtain when they reached the sickbay.

Y/N glanced for Cassian. The picture of him covered by blood briefly popped into her mind. 

“Cassi—” She was about to rush to a sickbed, but she suddenly stepped back and crossed her arms. 

Cassian was sitting on a sickbed, shirtless, with some scratches and small wounds - here and there. He smiled like an idiot as he saw her. 

“In the name of the Kriff, what is this all about, Cassian Jeron Andor?” Y/N frowned, “It isn’t funny, not just a bit!” 

Before she could fire him away, someone opened the curtain; a doctor, a nurse and a medical droid stood still, especially with the doctor and the nurse - their faces showed that they were quizzical.

“May I, Captain Andor?” the doctor asked politely. 

“Thank you , doctor. Please, just fetch the aid kits.” 

A few minutes passed by. The aid kits were on a cart. Y/N picked the tools up. She darted at the Captain of Rebellion in displeasure. 

“Can you explain what you’ve done?” 

“Mi Querida… ouch!” He shrank back as she intentionally pressed a patch full of anti-infective on his shoulder. 

“Don’t you ‘Mi Querida’ me, Andor.” She pretended to be furious with him, but inside she was beyond happy all over the moons of Yavin System, seeing him back safely.

“Y/N…” His voice was pleading and imploring. His arms circled around her waist.

“Hands. Off.” She emphasised word by word, “or I’m leaving and tonight I’m going to sleep at Jyn’s quarter.” 

Cassian looked up into her eyes, like a puppy, clinging on her waist tighter. 

Y/N pursed her lips, pressing a patch harder, but this time, Cassian pulled her down to sit upon his lap.

“I know you aren’t gonna do that, Amada.” He whispered, kissing her cheek softly. “And I know you aren't even angry at all. You just pretend.” 

Finally, she surrendered, sighing, then kissing his lips. A wide grin appeared on her lips. 

“Idiot.” She kissed his nose, “Why don’t you let the experts take care of you before seeing me?” 

“I don’t want to. I just want to be welcomed and taken care of by Mi Hermosa.” He snuggled and kissed her neck, making her giggle out joyfully. 

“You want me to wash your hair too?” She asked, running her fingers through his hair. 

“Yes. And please hold me all night.” 

“Hmm..” She nodded, closing her eyes and listening to his sweet words which kept coming out of his mouth.

“Also, do not have breakfast at the canteen. I’m going to cook for you tomorrow.”

“Can I have them in bed?” 

“As you wish, Mi Amor.”

She didn’t want to ask for the reason why Jyn, Bodhi and Cassian had planned this anymore.

"Welcome home, Cassian."

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If I write quickly like this for my real job, I would be a millionairess right now. 😂 Anyway, thank you so much for keeping up with me.

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[samruebee]

A Realization

Finally deciding to post any of my backlog of short stories on here, I said I wanted to start doing this back in like late December? So I’m glad I’m finally getting around to it, this one IS a bit long for a first one, sitting at about 1600 words, but, I was rather proud of this one, my partner gave me the prompt: “A fateful meeting between three enemies to lovers: a sorceress, a dragon, and a princess.”

Without Further Adieu

A Realization

Late at night one Midsummer night in the Kingdom of Fortund, long after anyone besides the town guard, unsavory folks and some select servants have gone to sleep, there was a lone hooded figure walking down one of the shadier parts of the town.

Moving swiftly so as to not get caught by any night watchman, the hooded individual quickly ducked into an alley and knocked quickly on a heavy wooden door. A few moments passed before a slot on the door opened and a voice came out “What do you want?” came a deep gruff voice from the other side of the door. The Cloaked Figure sighed for a second before responding “Honestly Frank you’d figure you’d know by now you’d know it’s me, I DO come here the same time every time” she shook her head before continuing “Fine fine, ‘A trip to endless wonder’” 

As she finished her sentence she heard multiple locks on the door being undone before the door opened, Frank standing in the doorway, beckoning her inside “Sorry about that Miss Sharrow, you know how the boss can be, policy is policy after all, come on in"

Walking past him Ms.Sharrow put a gold coin on his desk behind the door, thanked him for letting her in, and continued downstairs, further into the large basement beneath the district. At one point this space was likely used as some shelter for the neighborhood when the fear of the city coming under siege was still a worry. But nowadays what with magical barriers, and a lot of fighting being done away from the city, these bunkers of sorts had long been forgotten. And in this ones case, turned into a quite literal underground gambling den.

Coming up on the woman at the front counter, Ms.Sharrow began in earnest “Glad to see you back and healthy Marren! Hope the sickness passed you without too much trouble!”

Looking up on surprise Marren smiled at the Cloaked Girl “Ah Ms.Sharrow! Thank you, yes! Things are all cleared up finally, that bit of sickness really didn’t want to let me go!” She paused for a moment and checked some papers she had on her desk “Looks like your usual suspects are already in the usual private booth, shall I inform them you’ve arrived?” Chuckling slightly before waving her hand, Sharrowstarted walking off to the side of Marren “No need, those two bastards would just start something about me needing to be waited on or something, I’ve been coming here long enough to know where to go thank you.”

Walking down the hallway she reminisced for a moment, it hadn’t been too many months ago that Sharrowhad no idea this place even existed. The Deep Phoenix was a place often overlooked by the Monarchy of Fortund due to the proprietor occasionally helping to feed them information on some of the more extremist individuals that frequented this place of vice.

While the place wasn’t the grandest place Sharrowhad even been to, not by a longshot, for what it was, they had really done up the place to a much higher degree than she could ever expect. Some rather nice paintings hung on the wall, there was a well stocked bar, even often some nice live music playing. It might be a den of scum, vice and villainy, but it at least was a NICE one

Passing a variety of side doors all named after a variety of gems, she stopped before one labeled The Emerald Room. The room was kept constantly reserved for a very select three, a group Ms.Sharrow was a part of. Fishing a key out of her cloak, she started to go to open the door, when suddenly someone from the inside opened it. “You’re late, girly” said the man opening the door. A taller gentleman, with short unkempt hair, wearing a rather nice black doublet, but whose most noticeable feature was the seemingly glowing red eyes he had, signifying him as… “Oh shut it Malik, you’re one to talk, surprised you managed to get off your horde and make it here before me, damned greedy Dragon” 

Pushing past him and going inside the private room she heard another womans voice from inside the room “Oh calm down you two, I think we’ve all been doing this for long enough to hear pretty much any and all insults we have for each other. And keep in mind your highness, the staff aren’t the only ones who can realize you show up at the same time every week”

Walking in fully past the curtain dividing the room Sharrow finally discarded her cloak, sitting down at the table across from the woman, “Yeah yeah, sure, Nora, just deal me in already if you guys have been waiting for SO long for me to get here apparently”

The three of them hadn’t known each other for too long, meeting in The DP just a few months back, a bit after Sharrow had joined the place herself actually. But ever since they met there had been animosity between the three of them, Dragons like Malik were hated due to terrorizing villages, and going after magical users due to the fear of them trying to control Dragons like him. Sorceresses like Nora were often considered troublemakers, always causing issues for nations across the continent of Thorell, from terrorizing the kingdom with things like plague, to terrifying people by transforming into crazy beasts.

And of course Princess Sharrow had grown up hearing such awful tales about them, so even though she had never seen the two of them actually cause any of the kinds of trouble from her teachings, she still held animosity towards them, just as they all did for each other. All that being said though, there was a quite strict no fighting rule the DP, so instead of causing problems for themselves with management, they had decided to settle things with a game of cards to prove who was the best.

Several months later, and with weekly matches ever since, the three of them had gotten to know each other better, and while the animosity proper had worn off, that didn’t mean they liked each other at all. Just that they weren’t actively at each others throats during every game.

And yet, as Sharrow sat there looking between the two of them, she had a moment of realization, sure she’s heard a lot of STORIES about trouble people like them have caused in the past. But in reality? There hadn’t been much issues between the three of them outside of prejudices they all had between the three of them.

The more she thought, the more she realized she didn’t have any real reason to hate the two of them outside of what she was taught, and after months of talking with them during games she was starting to think that she might actu…

“Hellooooooo? You good there Sharrow? You know you’re up right?” Came a voice next to her, startling her out of her thoughts. Realizing she must have just been sitting there staring off into space for a while she picked up her cards, “Yeah I hear you Malik, don’t worry, just, realizing some things is all you know?” She paused before looking between the two of them “Ignoring what I’ve been taught for a second here, I don’t think I’ve heard of either of you causing trouble like I was taught.”

She pointed to Malik “You, Mr Terrifying, village burning, kingdom destroying monster. The only thing you seem to talk about you doing is sleeping, eating and drinking, you seem more like a party animal than a monster of legends”

Shifting her finger to point at Nora she continued “And you Madam, for someone who has some honestly quite horrifying legends told about her kind, all you seem to want to talk about is what new odd potions you’ve come up with and stews you have cooking at home”

“Hells, it seems like the owner of this place is scarier than both of you combined, and I got her daughter a gift for her birthday last month, no problem!” She shook her head looking back at her cards “But whatever honestly, just because I might have realized I have no reason to properly hate either of you doesn’t mean I wont kick BOTH your asses again tonight at cards”

The room went silent for a minute as Nora and Malik looked between each other before breaking into a hearty laugh, stunning Sharrow.

“Oh Princess… We might not match what you have been taught, but YOU are EXACTLY what we thought you were like. Headstrong, aggressive, tomboyish, all around rebellious girl, I mean you are a member of the Royal Family, sitting here with two of the nation's long term enemies.”

“Agreed, tho you can add rude to that list, I don’t ONLY Eat, drink and sleep you know. A guys gotta have hobbies, you know! Just because I don’t tell you about my art doesn’t mean I don’t do any” followed up Malik a smile coming across his own face “You really are something else Princess”

Sharrow could feel a deep blush coming on as she listened to the two of them. While she had hoped that they wouldn’t talk down at her when she had admitted her thoughts, she couldn’t have ever imagined hearing what they just said. Tonight was going to be an interesting night for sure it seemed.

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[akfsylph]

Blizzard of ‘23

This chapter is a lil shorter but I hope it will still satisfy...lol

Enjoy and thanks for reading :-)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

Mismatched-colored eyes studied Kyle’s stunned green orbs with a self-assured smirk. The redhead promptly fixed his face to his usual demeanor, hoping Cartman didn’t catch the shock in his face. 

Typical Cartman, Kyle thought, always trying to get a rise out of someone. The man decided that the other was just trying to play him for a fool, like always.

“I’m literally right here, dumbass. So, we’re good now?” Kyle retorted.

To Kyle’s surprise, instead of clapping back, the heavier man simply moved from the seat across the redhead to the vacant one next to him. Eyes followed fat fingers attempting to hold onto the top of Kyle’s thigh, but before they could land, the redhead let out an obnoxious cough.

“Who said you could sit next to me?” Kyle said, crossing his legs. “You know, the longer you keep fucking with me the longer—”

“That’s just it, Kyle,” Cartman interrupted, “I’m not fucking with you. I want to fuck you.”

Kyle always had a response. Even if all he could muster was a “fuck you,” Kyle would always have something to say and would deliver it swiftly. So, when the taller man sat motionless in his seat, mouth agape for a minute too long, Cartman couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.

“Is your silence a yes, Kyle?” he went on, again never failing to say Kyle’s name without his signature pronunciation. “I know you’ve thought about me like that before.”

When Eric’s hand finally clasped onto the top of Kyle’s thigh after lingering and lingering, the redhead shot up from his seat, creating a loud screeching sound with the metal chair. A smile was still plastered on Eric’s face as he watched the tall man abruptly stand up. 

“Aw, where are you going, Kyle?”

“I”m going to call Butters, obviously!” he became aware of the scene he was creating in front of the heavy man, and how he seemed to enjoy Kyle’s sudden outburst. He cleared his throat and quickly composed himself, then reached for his phone. “I don’t want to be driving around in a fucked up looking car, and I’m sure you don’t either, fatass.”

“I think you should let me call him, stupid,” Cartman sneered, “when was the last time you talked to him anyways? Too busy in Jew-lawyer Land to reach out to your old buddy, huh?”

“I’m not a goddamn lawyer, asshole!” Kyle’s slender hands placed themselves on his hips. “How the hell did you make it this far in life?” green eyes narrowed. 

“Whoa, whoa, Kyle, you don’t need to project your poor habits of connecting with others onto me,” the brunet calmly raised his hands out in front of him as if to protect himself from the redhead’s glare. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll call up Butters and then I’ll call you to let you know what he says.”

“You don’t have my number, stupid.”

“Oh, is that right? Well, looks like you need to give me your number, Kyle,” he shot the standing man a flashy smile. 

“Why don’t you just call him right now! Stop making everything so difficult!” 

“Sounds like you want higher insurance rates and a fucked up bumper…”

“Ugh, goddamn it, Cartman, give me your phone,” Kyle held out his right palm demanding for the phone, his left hand still resting on his hip. The heavier man gladly handed over his phone after pulling up the phone dial screen. Slim fingers speedily typed the ten digit number and tapped the green call button so Kyle could have the brunet’s number as well. He tossed over the slim device when finished, Cartman fumbling it in his chubby hands. “Are we done here?”

That damn smirk never left the brunet's face as he watched Kyle stare him down.

“Yes, Kyle, I believe we are.”

He watched as the slender man huffed and turned on his heel. Despite his obvious frustration, Kyle still waved a goodbye to Mr. Tweak behind the counter and briskly exited the shop. 

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When Kyle set foot into his parents’ home, he was thankful that both his mother and father were preoccupied with Ike’s stories to notice when he pulled into the driveway. He hoped that Cartman would stay true to his word and make an appointment with Butters as soon as possible so that he could stop worrying about his parents seeing the damage on his vehicle. 

“Kyle, welcome back, did you get everything taken care of?” Sheila called from the couch. 

“Yes, ma, I got everything done,” Kyle answered as he plopped himself down between her and Ike.

“Did you eat anything? I was just about to put in some cinnamon rolls, or I can fix you up some—” 

“Relax, cinnamon rolls are fine. You don’t have to go over the top everytime we come to visit, you know,” Kyle laughed.

“Yes she does,” Ike said, “she always makes an overabundance of the best foods when we’re here.”

The Broflovski’s spent the rest of the morning and afternoon catching up with one another; Chanukah was the only time of year that all four of them were able to see each other without one of the brothers missing. 

As much as Kyle enjoyed talking the day away with his parents and brother, he knew he had a whole two weeks to spend with them, so he made his escape into his bedroom claiming he needed to check on a few work emails so he wouldn’t fall behind. Unfortunately, his office was closed during Christmas rather than Chanukah, so he still had to be attentive to his work despite it being a holiday until Christmas time. 

He pulled his laptop from his travel bag, sat crossed legged on the old mattress and placed the device on his lap. Logging in and sifting through the mass of emails his inbox had already accumulated, his phone began buzzing loudly next to him. The redhead puffed out a small groan in annoyance for two reasons: One, he was now distracted from his work and two, he knew exactly who was calling.

Eric fucking Cartman.

“Well, what did Butters say?” Kyle answered.

“Well, hello to you too,” the heavy man said through the other end.

“Well!?”

“Well, shit, Kyle, what’s it going to take for you to say hello like a normal person?”

“Hello, Cartman, hope you’re doing well, now, what did he say?” the redhead said robotically.

“I am well, Kyle, because Butters said he could squeeze us in first thing in the morning if we show up an hour before his shop opens,” Cartman explained. 

“That’s great! What time should we show up then?”

“He said the shop opens at seven, so—”

“Six, that sounds good. Thank you—”

“Don’t interrupt me, dick!” 

“Don’t interrupt me, asshole!”

There was a brief silence after the redhead raised his voice.

“You know, my place is much closer to the shop than your parents’ house. You should come spend the night,” the brunet racily suggested. 

For the second time today, Cartman managed to leave the feisty redhead speechless—even if it was for a fleeting moment. The tips of Kyle’s ears burned red and he was grateful the pudgy man wasn’t here to tease him. 

“You know what, Cartman?” Kyle huffed through the phone.

“What, Kyle?” 

“I’m on my fucking way!” With that, the redhead ended the call and flung his cell phone to the end of his bed.

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Chapter 4

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[delayed-affection]

Chapter eight

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We have reached the end of season one. I really hope you enjoyed the story. If you have any ideas or anything for y/n or something for the storyline or literally anything let me know. Season two will come out on September 12th, 2022.

“Let me out of here!” Joyce yells as the lock her in a room with her hands cuffed behind her back

“Somebody, please!” She continues “Let me out!”

Someone walks in the room but stays in the shadows, “Your son. We know you’ve been in contact with him.”

She stammers “You have to let me-“

He cuts her off “When… and how did you make contact with him?”

“What?” She asks

“Six.” He says

She repeats herself “What?”

“Six. Six people have been taken this week. This… thing that took your son… we don’t really understand it. But it’s behavior is predictable. Like all animals… it eats. It will take more sons. More daughters. I want to save them. I want to save your son. But I can’t do that. Not without your help.” He explains stepping into the light, it’s Dr. Brenner, he sits across from her at the table

“Stop.” She replies “I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.”

In another room Hopper is getting tased by one man while two of Dr Brenner’s minions watch

“Okay, now what do you know?” The man asks

“I’m sorry.” Hopper replies “Did I stutter? I told you. Everything.”

The man shoves the taser into the side of his necks.

“What do you know?” The woman says

He huffs “I know you do experiments on kidnapped little kids, whose parents’ brains you’ve turned to mush. And I know you went a little too far this time and you messed up in a big way. I mean you really messed up, didn’t you? Big time. That’s why you’re trying to cover your tracks. You killed Benny Hammond, faked Will Byers’ death. You made it look like that little girl just ran away. See I told you. I know everything.”

“All right, who are you working with?” The man questions

“Nobody.” He states “But I did give all of this over to my friend at the Times. He’s gonna blow this thing wide open.”

The man tases him again as Hopper laughs at them. They pick him up off the floor and throw him in a chair.

“You’re just a junkie.” The other man says “A small town cop who had a really bad week. Took one too many pills this time.”

The man walks over to tray and fills a needled syringe up with some drug.

“You’ve made a mistake coming back here.” The woman tells him

“No, I didn’t.” He responds “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna let me and Joyce Byers go… you’re gonna give us anything we need, and we’re gonna find her son. And then we’re gonna forget that any of this ever happened.”

“Oh, is that right?” The woman asks

“Yeah.” He replies “That’s right.”

~

Dustin, Mike, El, Lucas, and y/n are still in the gym. Mike is basically bouncing in his seat. He looks at his watch and gets up running out the door.

“Nancy? Jonathan?” He yells and looks around for them

He walks back inside with the door slamming behind him.

“They’re gone.” He informs the others

“What?” Lucas asks

“Nancy and Jonathan.” He says “His car’s gone.”

“They’re probably just sucking face somewhere.” Dustin comments

“Gross” Lucas says

“No. No way!” He replies

“Did they go with the chief?” Y/n asks

“I don’t know.” He responds

“No.” El states

“What? Did you see them?” He questions “Do you know where they went?”

“Yes.” She replies

“Where? Where did they go?” he asks

“Demogorgon.” She says

Making everyone freeze as a sense of worry floods their body.

~

Jonathan and Nancy pull up to his house, they grab everything out from the trunk and head inside to set up.

They start screwing all the Christmas light bulbs back in. Once that’s done Jonathan starts hammering nails into the floor to set up the bear trap.

Nancy loads the revolver while Jonathan putting screws through the baseball bat. Nancy pours gasoline down the hallway onto the bear trap.

Jonathan tests the lighter while Nancy checks the gun once more.

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Dr Brenner enters the room that Hopper is being held in. He hands him a boxrs of cigarettes and a lighter which he accepts taking one and lighting it.

“Where’s the girl?” Brenner asks

“You gotta give me your word.” Hopper states “Nobody’s ever gonna find out about this. And those other four kids, those boys and the girl, you’re gonna leave them alone. Then I’ll tell you. Tell you where your little science experiment is.”

Joyce continues to struggle against her restraints. She hears the door unlock and is surprised to see Hopper walk in with two guards.

One of the guards walk over to her and unlocks the handcuffs.

They walk down the hall being escorted by the guards.

“I don’t understand.” She whispers

“We came to an agreement.” He tells her

“What?” She asks

“Look, everything that’s happened here and everything that’s gonna happen, we don’t talk about.” He says “You want Will back? This place had nothing to do with it. That’s the deal. You got it?”

They walk into a room to see hazmat suits layer out “what is this?” He questions

“Protection.” The scientist in the room replies “The atmosphere is toxic.”

Joyce stutters “But my son’s in there. He…”

“Put it on.” Hopper instructs

Once they are in the suits they are armed and sent down the elevator. The doors open and bodies are scattered on the floor.

“I’m telling you this is a mistake.” The woman says to Brenner as they head off to find Eleven.

“It’s gone.” He states “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“And if they find the boy.” She asks

“That’s not gonna happen.” He replies

They load into military vehicles and cars and head out.

~

Joyce and Hopper entire the gate pushing through its vines and roots.

Joyce’s breathing gets heavier the further they go.

“Hey, you all right?” Hopper asks

“Yeah” she says

“I need you to relax, okay?” He replies “I want you to slow down your breathing, take deep breaths. In and out. Deep breath in… and out. In and out.”

~

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” Hopper says running after his daughter “Princess!”

He picks he up as she yelps “No, Daddy! No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess with paprika and gravy!” He exclaims pretending to eat her

Her breathing starts to get heavy making Hopper and her mom worry.

“You all right?” He asks “whoa.”

“What’s going on?” Her mom worries “What happened? What happened?”

He sits her down on the parks bench.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” He replies “Hey you all right? Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow.”

~

“You okay?” He asks Joyce

“Yeah” she replies still breathing pretty heavy

They continue their walk in the upside down.

~

Jonathan pulls open the kitchen drawer and pulls out the sharp knives.

“Remember.” He says

“Straight into Will’s room. And-“ Nancy starts

“Don’t step on the trap.” He finishes

“Wait for the yo-yo to move.” She notes

“Then…” he replies flipping the lighter “All right. You ready?”

They stick their hands out and put the knives to the palms.

“On three.” He instructs “One… two… You don’t have to do this.”

“Jonathan stop.” She says

“I’m just saying, you don’t have to “ he goes to reply

She cuts him off “Three.”

They drug the knife across their hands and blood starts to leak out.

~

“Guys, guys! This is crazy.” Mike states “We can’t just wait around.”

“Mike, in you forgot, we’re still fugitives.” Lucas reminds him “The bad men are still looking for us.”

“Yeah, and we don’t even know where your sister is.” Dustin chimes in

“El can find them.” He says

“Mike, look at her.” Dustin replies

“She’s tired, Mike. She doesn’t have the energy to do that.” Y/n explains

“I still think we should stick to the chief’s plan.” Dustin admits

“Exactly. We stay here, keep El out of sight and keep her safe. That’s the most important thing, remember?” Lucas states “Besides, she’s okay. She’s with Jonathan.”

“Yeah, and she’s kind of a badass now, so… “ Dustin comments and starts walking away

“Where are you going, Dustin?” Y/n groans

“You just said to stick to the plan!” Mike exclaims

“I am. I’m just going to get some chocolate pudding.” He reveals “I’m telling you, Lunch Lady Phillis hoards that shit.”

“Are you serious?” He yells

“El needs to be recharged!” He shouts

“Stay here with El.” Y/n instructs Lucas and Mike following her brother

“But I want pudding.” Lucas argues following them out anyways

Leaving El and Mike in the gym alone, not for long as they quickly follow them to the cafeteria.

~

Puddles of blood stain the carpet, Nancy and Jonathan sit on the couch wrapping their wounds. Faint creaking for the porch swing can be heard.

“Did you hear that?” She asks

“It’s just the wind.” He dismisses “Don’t worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes.”

“Speak?” She questions

“Blink.” He corrects “Think of them as alarms.”

She sighs before finishing the wrap around his hand, “Is that too tight?”

He stutters “No, it’s fine. Thanks.”

They hold fingers, not allowing themselves to hold hands

“Nancy?” He says

They look at each other almost in a living way. The moment gets ruined by banging on the door. They jump at the sound, pulling away from each other.

“Jonathan?” Steve calls out from the other side “Are you there, man? It’s… it’s Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!”

He continues to bang on the door until Nancy opens it.

“Steve, listen to me.” She instructs

“Hey, Nancy, what-“ he says cutting himself off

“You need to leave.” She states

“I’m not trying to start anything, okay?” He admits

“I don’t care about that.” She replies “You need to leave.”

He stammers “No, no, no. Listen, I messed up, okay? I messed up… I messed up. Okay? Really. Please. I just want to make things right. Okay? Please. Please… Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood?”

“Nothing” she stutters “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, what’s going on?” He asks

“Nothing.” She lies

“Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?” He questions

“No.” She replies

“Nancy, let me in!” He says pushing his way inside

“No. No! No, Steve!” She yells

He sees Jonathan and then looks at all the stuff layer out in the living room.

“What is… What the…” he sputters

“You need to get out of here.” Jonathan says trying to push him towards the door

“Whoa. What is all-“ he starts

“Listen to me. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you, get out!” He commands

“What is that smell?” He asks “is that… is that gasoline?”

Nancy feels the need to grab to gun and point it at Steve “Steve, get out!”

Jonathan quickly moves away, Steve stutters “Wait. What? What is going on?”

“You have five seconds to get out of here.” She says

“Okay, is this a joke?” He questions “Stop. Put the gun down.”

“I’m doing this for you.” She replies

The lights flicker behind her grabbing Jonathans attention “Nancy.”

“Wait. Is this a… what is this?” Steve asks

“Nancy.” Jonathan repeats

“Three. Two.” She counts

The lights start to blink faster

“No, no, no! No, no!” Steve pleads

“Nancy!” Jonathan yells “The lights. It’s here.”

She turns around to see the blinking lights

“Wait, what’s here?” Steve asks

“Where is it?” She questions

“Where is what? Whoa!” Steve shouts “Easy with that!”

Jonathan and Nancy stand back to back armed with a bat and a gun.

“Where is it?” She asks

“I don’t know.” Jonathan replies “I don’t see it.”

“Where is what?” Steve exclaims “Hello? Will someone please explain to me what the hell is going-”

He’s cut off by the ceiling being punched through. Nancy immediately shoots at it making it roar.

“No!” Jonathan yells grabbing her “Go! Go! Run! Go! Get out of here!

The monster falls to the floor as they run down the hall. The monster screeches before going after them.

They run into wills room and shut the door.

“Jesus! Jesus! What the hell was that?” Steve questions “What the hell was that?”

Nancy and Jonathan both yell at him “Shut up!”

The monster can be heard in the hall

“What’s it doing?” Nancy asks

“I don’t know.” Jonathan responds

The lights suddenly stop flickering and the monster can no longer be heard

“Do you hear anything?” Nancy questions

“No.” Jonathan answers

Jonathan exits the room first with the bat in hand, the other two follow close behind. There’s no sign of the monster.

~

Joyce and Hopper continue through the Upside Downs woods. Hopper stumbles upon large hatched egg. Stopping to look at it as Joyce continues forward.

She finds a destroyed castle Byers and no Will, “Will! Will!”

Hopper walks over to see her going in circles yelling for her son. He sees the stuffed lion on the floor and kneels down to pet it. He then spots dried blood on it.

~

Hopper reads a book to his daughter, in a hospital bed, a stuffed tiger lays next to them.

Her mom sits beside her bed listening to the story as they both hold her hand.

The next minute he’s now sitting in a stairwell crying to himself.

~

Hopper gets up and starts calling out to will.

~

Jonathan and them make their way to the living room, guards up just incase anything jumps at them.

Steve mutters to himself “This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy.” He then begins to shout “This is crazy! This is crazy! This is crazy!”

He shoots over to the phone and dials 911. Nancy rushes over to him and rips the phone away, throwing it in the floor.

“What are you do-“ he cuts himself off “What are you doing? Are you insane?”

“It’s going to come back!” She yells “So you need to leave. Right now.”

Steve wastes no time running out to his car. As he is about to get in, he looks up at the house and sees the lights pulsating.

Nancy and Jonathan walk back to back in a circle

“Where is it?” She asks

“Come on. Come on. You son of a bitch.” Jonathan taunts “You see it?”

“No, where-“ she can’t finish her sentence

“Come on. Where are you? Come on!” He exclaims

All the lights suddenly go out leaving the in darkness. They can hear the thing growl and Nancy turns to see it.

“Jonathan!” She yells as the thing roars pushing him to the floor. “Jonathan! Jonathan!”

Jonathan yelps as he hits the floor, dropping the bat. It’s mouth opens to reveal hundreds of teeth, drooling onto his face.

Nancy starts firing shots at it “Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”

It stands up towering over Nancy, she keeps shooting as she backs away. The gun clicks signaling that she’s out of bullets.

Steve grunts as he swings the bat into the monsters side. The monster roars in pain and starts to hunt down Steve.

Steve continuously swings the bat at it, making solid hits. The monster steps into the bear trap.

“He’s in the trap!” Jonathan yells “he’s stuck”

The monster tries to shake its foot loose.

“Jonathan, now!” Nancy shouts

Jonathan throws the lighter into the hall, setting the monster aflame. It screeches in pain as it burns, the lights around the flicker as it does.

~

“Do you hear that?” Joyce asks hearing the faint screeching of the monster

They follow the noise.

~

“Get back!” Jonathan grunts as he uses the fire extinguisher to put out the flames.

They all cough from the fumes as the lights slowly turn back on. The slowly make their way down the hallway.

“Where did it go?” Nancy asks

“No.” Jonathan says “it has to be dead. It has to be.”

Nothing is left of the monster besides it’s sizzling foot.

~

“Is that my house?” Joyce asks

The door creaks as they walk inside, everything is covered in vines.

Jonathan gasps as the Christmas lights slowly light up one by one. Showing them the way that Joyce and Hopper are going.

Jonathan and them slowly back up as Joyce and Hopper slowly make their way up through the house. They only stop with the see the mark on the floor.

“It was hurt.” Hopper states

They then turn around and follow the trail the thing left behind. Steve leads the group as they follow the lights.

“Mom.” Jonathan says “Is that you?”

Joyce stops when she hears his voice “Jonathan?”

“Joyce, come on.” Hopper beckons her

Jonathan leads them outside and watches as the street lamps flicker.

“Where’s it going?” Nancy questions

“I don’t think that’s the monster.” He replies

~

Dustin opens a fridge to reveal stacks of chocolate pudding, “Found it! I knew she was hoarding it. I knew it.”

The two boys grab as much as they can while Y/n watches in amusement.

“Always lying, saying she’s out.” Dustin complains “Bald-faced lair. Mike, I found the chocolate pudding!”

“Okay!” Mike shouts back from the lunch tables

“You feeling any better?” He asks El, she just shrugs

“What’s ‘putting’?” She asks

He chuckles “Pudding, it’s… it’s this chocolate goo you eat with a spoon. Don’t worry, when all this is over, you won’t have to keep eating junk food and left overs like a dog anymore. My mom, she’s a pretty awesome cool. She can make you whatever you like.”

“Eggos?” She questions

“Well, yeah, Eggos, but real food, too.” He replies “See, I was thinking, once all this is over and Will’s back and you’re not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I’m down there all the time anyways. My point is, they’ll take care of you. They’ll be like your new parents, and Nancy, she’ll be like your new sister.”

“Will you be like my brother?” She asks

“What? No, no.” He scoffs

“Why ‘no’?” She replies

“Because…” he sighs “cause it’s different.”

“Why?” She pushes

He sighs again not able to make himself explain “I mean, I don’t know, I guess it’s not. It’s stupid.”

“Mike?” She says “friends don’t lie.”

“Well…I was thinking…I don’t know… Maybe we can go to the Snow Ball together.” He replies

“Snowball?” She questions

“It’s the cheesy school dance, where you go in the gym and dance to music and stuff.” He explains “I’ve never been, but I know you’re not supposed to go with your sister.”

“No?” She responds

“I mean…you can, but it’d be really weird.” He states “You go to school dances with someone that, you know… someone that you like.”

“A friend?” She asks

“Not a friend.” He answers “uh… uh… uh, someone like a …”

He doesn’t bother to try and finish his sentence. He scoots over to her and kisses her, leaving them both in shock when he pulls away.

Lights shin through the cafeteria windows and cars can be heard pulling up.

“Nancy.” He says “Hold on, I’ll be right back. Stay here.”

He rushes outside, only to see that it’s no Nancy, it’s the bad men. They all pull up to the gym where they once were.

Mike watches as they swat the building, guns drawn as the go around the perimeter.

He runs back inside to alert the others. Dustin and Lucas finally lay all the chocolate pudding on the table.

“This will charge your battery right up.” Dustin states “I’m telling you.”

“Guys! Guys!” Mike pants as he runs over

“What is it?” Y/n asks

“They found us.” He says

They storm the hallways of the gym looking for the group of kids. Nothing is there except the pool of water.

They bust door after door down looking for them. They make it to the cafeteria and see all pudding.

They group pants as the run down the halls away from them.

“How did they find us?” Lucas whispers

“I don’t know, but they knew that we were in the gym.” Mike replies

“Lando.” Dustin chimes

The doors across from them swing up to reveal a bunch armed men. They turn around and run down the hall. They make a left turn but are met with more men.

They turn back again and try to run further down the hall but met with Connie, Dr Brenner’s minion, and men behind her.

Eleven faces her while Y/n pushes the boys in between them, looking at the armed soldiers. The lights begin to flicker, the boys don’t know where to look.

Eleven narrows her eyes, Connie’s eyes along the men behind her begin to melt right out of their sockets.

Y/n stares at the soldiers, her breathing getting heavy. Each soldier drops one by one, coughing up blood as their insides boil.

El drops to the floor, ultimately drained as blood rushes out her nose. Y/n tries to catch her breath as her nose starts drip blood, turning around to check on the others wiping her nose with her sleeve.

They all rush over to El

Mike pants “El, are you okay? El! Somethings wrong.”

“She’s just drained.” Dustin states

“No, no, no, she won’t wake up. El! El! El!” She shouts shaking her

Y/n places a hand on her to try and find the problem. However she can find nothing inside and out.

~

“There’s more blood.” Hopper points out

They walk through the streets looking for any sing of Will or the monster.

“This way.” Joyce instructs making a turn

They follow the trail all the way up to building, they give each other a slight nod before heading in.

~

“She barely breathing.” Mike informs

“We gotta go.” Lucas says

“Leave her.” Dr Brenner states walking around the corner with some more soldiers

Y/n pushes the boys behind her, hoping that he doesn’t recognize her, a lot can change in seven years.

“Step away from the child.” He instructs

“No!” Mike shouts “You want her, you have to kill us first.”

“That’s right!” Dustin chimes

“Eat shit!” Lucas adds

Soldiers come from behind and grab a hold of them.

“Oh, no! No, no!” Mike yells “You idiot!”

“No! No! Get off me!” Dustin screams

Dr Brenner bends down and picks up El, “Eleven? Eleven, can you hear me? Eleven?”

“Papa?” She asks

“Yes, yes, it’s your papa.” He replies “I’m here now.”

She can hear the others trying to fight the guards off of them.

“Let her go! You bastard!” Y/n screams wanting him to have his back turned before she does anything

El begins to whimper a wiggle around, Brenner shushes her “shh, shh, you’re sick. You’re sick, but I’m going to make you better. I’m going to take you back home, where I can make you well again. Where we can make all of this better, so no one else gets hurt.”

“Bad.” She replies looking over at Mike “Bad. Mike. Mike.”

The lights around them begin to flicker as a pounding comes from the wall.

“Blood.” Mike says

“What?” Lucas asks

“Blood” he repeats

The monster breaks through the wall.

“Demogorgon.” Dustin states

It roars making the soldiers drop their arms from around the group. They all start to fire at the thing.

The group drops down to Eleven, y/n picks her up and they start running down the hall. Brenner being the only unarmed man is attacked.

~

Joyce and Hopper make their way around the worn down version of the school. Following the trail around.

They make it to what looks to be a graveyard, body’s lay around wrapped in vines. One of the body’s the see is Barbara’s.

Joyce moves her light around scanning the area. She stops when she finds the face she’s been wanting to see, “Will! Will!” She shouts running over to him “Will! Oh, my god.”

Will is wrapped up to the wall with a vine in his mouth. “Will! Hopper!” She screams “Oh, my god. You need to get him out!”

Hopper pulls on the vine, using both hands as it continues to come out of the boy. He throws the vine on the floor, it’s alive and moving, it hisses at him.

~

The lights flicker violently as the group tries to find a place to hide. “Sorry. Hold on, we’re almost there. We’re almost there” y/n says to El

They make it into a classroom and Lucas locks the door behind him. She places her on the table in the back of the class.

Mike sighs grabbing onto Els hand “Just hold on a little longer, okay? He’s gone. The bad man’s gone. We’ll be home soon, and my mom… she’ll get you your own bed. You can eat as many Eggos as you want. And we can go to the Snow Ball.”

“Promise?” She says softly

He sniffles “Promise.”

The monster can be heard from the hallway making them jump. The gunfire lights up the glass on the door.

“That’s it.” Y/n states “Stay here. Don’t move.” She begins to walk away but Dustin grabs her arm

“What, where are you going?” Dustin exclaims

“To go kill that son of a bitch.” She replies

“Are you crazy?” Lucas comments

“I’m coming with you.” He tells her

“You’re staying here and that’s final” She argues, she sticks out her hand, desks start flying over to them, she flips them to the side, building a fort like wall. “You’re all staying behind these desks.”

They all look at her the same way they looked at El with fear and amazement.

“Yes, ma’am” Mike replies

Suddenly the gunfire stops and the monster can’t be heard.

Dustin stutters “Is… is it dead?”

To answer his question the monster bursts through the door, making them scream and panic. Dustin and Mike are yelling at Lucas to grab the wrist rocket.

Lucas launches a rock hitting it, making it roar in response. Lucas shoots rock after rock while the other two boys yell at him.

Y/n and El shoot it backwards, sending it flying into the wall. The boys watch as they approach it.

“Guys! Eleven, stop!” Mike shouts walking to them

El shoots her backwards making him fly back to his friends.

The monster roars as it tries to break free, the girls stand in front of it, as it starts to cave in on itself. El turns her head “Goodbye, Mike.”

She turns back as the monster squeals in pain, “no more.” The girls hold hands will the opposite shoots towards the thing.

It’s limbs start to burn and sizzle, it screeches as it tries to move. The boys groan and cover their ears.

The monster tries to reach out and touch El, making the girls yell. It dissipates into shards, El let’s go of Y/ns hand. The shards engulf El making her disappear with it.

Y/n drops to her knees, blood runs from her nose as she mutters a series of no’s.

The boys push through the desk and hurry to the front of the class. Dustin rushes to her side, hugging her whispering that it’s okay

Mike shouts for El with Lucas joining as the look to see where she went.

“El, where are you?” Mikes voice breaks as he yells on the verge of tears “Eleven! El?”

~

Joyce and Hopper manage to pull Will out from the vines.

“He’s not breathing, he’s not breathing” she cries

Hopper takes off his helmet “All right, Joyce, Joyce, Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me. I need to to tilt his head back… and lift his chin”

Hopper starts doing chest compressions on him “Now when I tell you, you’re gonna pinch his nostrils, and breathe into his mouth…twice. One second… then pause. 22. 23. Then one second.” He instructs “25.26.27.28.29.30. Now! Go!”

She does what she was told, “oh, come on, come on.” She whimpers

“Come on, kid.” Hopper says pumping his chest “Come on, kid!”

“Will, listen to me. It’s me, your mom and I love you so much. I love you so much.” She cries “I love you more than anything in the world. Please… Please, come back to me. Just… Please, please wake up. I need you to wake up now.”

Hopper starts hammering down on his chest, trying to get his heart pumping.

Will gasps coming up for air, coughing up whatever was in his throat. Joyce wastes no time throwing her arms around him.

“Oh, my god, that’s it, that’s it. That’s it, baby, breathe.” She tells him “Breathe. All right. Come on.”

Hopper grabs his oxygen mask for the helmet and puts it on Wills face. Joyce crying tears of joy for once.

~

Police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances surround the school. Mikes parents pull up to the school looking for him.

“Michael?” His mom shouts getting out of the car, weaving through people and cars “Michael! Michael? Oh, my god.”

She starts to cry as she approaches him, he’s sitting in the back of an ambulance wrapped in a blanket. She pulls him out of the truck and into a hug.

~

Dustin and y/n sit on a curb waiting for their mom. He leans his head onto her shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks

“Huh?” She says looking down at him

“You’re basically a superhero.” He states

“I’m far from a superhero, Dustin.” She replies

“You’re one to me.” He admits

“Really?” She questions for the first time in a while a smile breaks on her face

“Hell yeah!” He exclaims “What kind of question is that?”

She lets out a dry laugh as she slings her arm around him, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, too” he responds “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Okay don’t get all sappy on me now.” She laughs “look there’s mom.”

“I call shotgun!” He yells getting up and running to the car

“Hey! That’s not fair!” She shouts running after him

~

Will wakes up in a hospital bed, connected to I.v.’s and on oxygen. Joyce and Jonathan sit beside his bed.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Joyce greets him running her hands through his hair

“Where… where am I?” He asks

“You’re home. You’re home now.” Jonathan tells him “You’re safe.”

“Jonathan.” He says

“Yeah, it’s me, buddy.” He confirms “We missed you. We really missed you.”

“Are you okay?” He questions

“What, this?” He asks holding up his hand “it’s just a cut. It’s nothing. You’re worried about my hand.”

Jonathan and Joyce laugh, “Oh, hey, uh… we, uh brought you some stuff… so you don’t get bored in here.” He sniffles “So… uh, I made you a new mixtape. There’s some stuff on there I think you really might like.”

Hopper, Mr. Wheeler, Steve, Mrs. Wheeler, Nancy, Dustin, Y/n, Lucas, and Mike are all sat in the waiting room of the hospital to hear about Will.

Jonathan walks through the door and Mike jumps up. He wakes up Lucas and Dustin who feel asleep on both of y/ns shoulders “Guys. Guys, he’s up. Will is up. Guys, Will’s up.”

The two boys grunt while Mike runs out of the room, “Guys, come on.” Y/n stays behind while the two boys run after their friend.

“Byers!” Mike exclaims running into the room

Mike and Lucas basically jump on the boy for a hug making Joyce worry “Be careful. Be careful with him.”

Dustin pulls them away from him so that he can get one of his own.

“Go easy on him.” Jonathan says from the doorway

“You won’t believe what happened when you were gone, man.” Lucas tells him

“It was mental.” Dustin states

“You had a funeral.” Lucas explains

“Jennifer Hayes was crying.” Dustin comments

“And Troy peed himself.” Lucas chimes

“In front of the whole school!” Dustin cheers

Wills coughing makes them stop talking and look a little more serious.

“You okay?” Mike asks

“It got me.” He replies “The Demogorgon.”

“We know.” Mike states “It’s okay. It’s dead. We made a new friend. Her and Dustin’s sister stopped it. They saved us. But she’s gone now.”

“Her name’s Eleven.” Dustin tells him

“Like the number?” He questions

“Well, we call her ‘El’ for short.” Lucas explains

“Her and y/n are basically wizards.” Dustin comments

“They have superpowers.” Lucas whispers

“More like a Yoda.” Mike chimes

“They flipped a van with their minds, and these agents were trying to shoot us-“ Dustin starts to explain everything they’ve done but the other boys start talking over him.

It truly sounds like complete nonsense but it’s nonsense that Will would kill to hear any day.

~

Hopper starts walking to truck when a car stops next to him and a man gets out. He opens the back door, Hopper tosses his cigarette and gets in the back seat

~

One month later

“Something is coming. Something angry. Hungry for your blood. It’s almost here.” Mike tells group

“What is it?” Will asks

“It’s the thessalhydra, I’m telling you.” Dustin speculates

“It’s not the thessalhydra.” Lucas replies

“I’m telling you, it’s the thessalhydra.” He argues

Mike slams down a figure “The thessalhydra. It roars in anger! Will, your action!”

“What should I do? I-“ He asks

“Fireball him!” Lucas chimes

Will looks over to Dustin for confirmation

“Fireball the son of a bitch.” He says

Will rolls the dices and the boys cheer seeing that he rolled a 14.

“Direct hit. Will the Wise’s fireball hits the thessalhydra. It makes a painful…” Mike screeches and falls to the fall making the boys stand up“and then… it crumbles to the ground. It’s clawed hand reaches for you one last time and, and, and…and…” he collapses to the floor

The boys cheer in celebration, dancing around the basement. Mike gets up off the floor “Lucas cuts off its seven heads, and Dustin places them into his bag of holding. You carry the heads out of the dungeon, victorious, and your present them to King Tristan. He thanks you for your bravery and service.”

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s not it, is it?” Dustin asks

“No, there’s a medal ceremony.” Mike explains

“Oh, a medal ceremony?” Dustin questions “What are you talking about?”

“The campaign was way to short.” Lucas complains

“Yeah!” Will agrees

“It was ten hours!” Mike exclaims

“But it doesn’t make any sense.” Dustin argues

“It makes sense.” Mike states

“Uh, no, what about the long lost knight?” Dustin asks

“And the proud princess?” Lucas adds

“And those weird flowers in the cave?” Will comments

“I don’t know, it’s-“ Mike starts and gets saved by the door opening

“Jeez, what’s that smell?” Jonathan says walking downstairs with y/n “Have you guys been playing games all day or just farting?”

Boys all laugh “Oh, that’s just Dustin.” Lucas teases “He farted. Dustin farted.” He proceeds to blow a raspberry making y/n laugh.

Lucas makes it into a little jingle making everyone else laugh while Dustin tries to defend himself.

“Come on.” Jonathan tells Will as he walks upstairs

“Bye, guys.” Will says collecting his things and following his brother

A series of ‘byes’ fill the room, y/n takes Wills spot at the table and watches Lucas and Dustin go at it.

Mike looks over to the fort he set back up in hopes that one day she’ll show up again. He turns back and looks at y/n “hey, y/n?”

She turns in the seat to look at him “yeah?”

“Do you have a number? You know, like El?” He asks

She rolls up her sleeve to reveal the numbers 007 “It’s seven.” She holds her wrist out to him.

~

“Hey, boys.” Mrs Wheeler greets Will and Jonathan as they walk upstairs

“Hi.” Will says

“Hey, Mrs. Wheeler.” Jonathan replies

“Hey, wish your mom a merry Christmas for me, okay?” She tells them

“Yeah, thank you. Uh, merry Christmas.” He responds

They turn out of the kitchen and head to the door.

“So, did you win?” He asks Will

“Yeah.” He answers proudly

“Awesome.” He says

Nancy comes racing down the stairs “Hey, Jonathan, wait up.” She hands him a gift “Merry Christmas.”

“Thanks, um…” he replies “I… I didn’t get you anything. I… I feel bad.”

“No, it’s, uh, it’s not really a present. It’s, um… Well, you’ll see.” She explains

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek

“Merry Christmas.” He tells her and then turns to Will “You ready? Let’s go.”

They get in his car, he sighs starting the car“All right. Buckle up.”

Will does as he told and catches a glimpse of the gift “Can I open it?”

“Yeah, sure.” He says

Will rips the wrapping paper off “Whoa. Pretty cool.”He turns the box to Jonathan, it’s a new camera.

Jonathan laughs to himself “Yeah. Yeah, pretty cool.”

~

Mr. Wheeler is a sleep on his recliner, hand in a bowl of popcorn. Nancy joins Steve on the couch, “Did you give it to him?”

“Yeah.” She says snuggling into him

Y/n walks into the living room “Hey, sorry to ruin this precious moment here, but have you guys seen Dustin? I told him we were leaving and now I can’t find him.”

“I think he might be in Mikes room.” Nancy tells her

She thanks Nancy and starts to head over to the stairs but Nancy calls out to her, “Y/n?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” She asks

“I, uh, I wanted to thank you for keeping Mike safe.” She replies getting up off the couch grabbing a box from under the tree and hands it to her, “So, thank you and merry Christmas.”

Y/n looks down at the box in her hands, “Merry Christmas, Nance” she pulls her into a brief hug “and to you Steve.”

“Hey, is it true? Like you can move stuff with your mind?” Steve questions whispering the last part

She looks at him and lightly flicks her hand, making him float off couch onto the floor.

“Remind me to call you when I get in a fight.” He says picking himself up off the floor.

“Yeah, don’t do that.” She replies “Bye guys.” She then turns to continue her walk to the stairs to collect her brother.

~

Hopper is getting ready to leave the stations Christmas gathering. Throwing some food into a container before he leaves.

“You leaving already, chief?” Powell asks

“Oh, come in, you think I actually wanted to come to this thing? I was just hungry.” He responds

“Oh, yeah, that’s the spirit.” Callahan comments

“Well, your wife doesn’t have time to cook for me, you know what I’m saying?” He teases making Powell laugh

Flo walks over to him and plucks the cigarette from his mouth “Merry Christmas, Hop.”

He smiles at her and heads out the door. He stops on the side of the road, walking into the woods over to a box. He places the container of food inside, along with some wrapped up Eggos.

He closes the box and heads back to his truck.

~

“What you got there?” Jonathan asks Will, watching him open presents “That one of yours?”

“Yeah.” He answers

“Looks pretty big.” He states using his new camera to capture the moment “Be careful. You’ll break it.”

He moves over to the kitchen to take a picture of his mom setting food on the table.

“What are you… What are you doing?” She asks

“Documenting.” He says

“Why?” She questions

“Because. It looks great.” He replies

“Oh, this is just so overcooked.” She complains“And look, the potatoes are runny. They’re so funny.”

He laughs “Mom, it’s gonna be great.”

“It’s definitely an Atari.” Will states joining them

“An a-what-I?” Joyce says

“The green presents.” He explains “It’s an Atari. I felt Dustin’s today, it’s the same exact weight.”

“Really? Well… We’ll have to see, won’t we?” She replies

Will gets up from his seat making his mom somewhat scold him, “Hey, no more snooping.”

“No, I forgot to wash my hands.” He tells her “I’ll be right back.”

“He’s washing his hands?” She whispers to Jonathan who laughs in return

Will stands at the stink, looking at himself in the mirror. He starts to cough, spitting something up into the sink, it slithers down the drain.

He picks his head back up trying to steady himself. The bathroom goes dark and then the light turns back on. The walls are covered in vines.

The lights flash and everything is back to normal. He leaves the bathroom trying to act like everything is fine and normal.

When he sits back down at the table Joyce can see right through him “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He assures her

“Mmm. Very good, Mom.” Jonathan compliments “Did Will tell you about, uh, the game?”

“No, what game?” She asks

Will fills her in on everything that happened during the campaign.

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10, 22, 27, 28, 36 listen I just want ANSWERS also pick a question yourself, for fun 😘

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Yes. When I read something contemporary set, either non fiction, or fictionised versions of true scenarios that show me what it's like to live a life that's not my own, they can really stick in my head because these are people's lives.

Don't get me wrong I get sad when I'm reading a fantasy story and someone dies or whatever the emotional cadances are. But when you read something like Monday's Not Coming by Tiffany D Jackson, or Nothing to Envy they stay with you. (As they should.)

I also read A Thousand Ships by Natalie Haynes, and The Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker. Both these books reframe The Illiad and Trojan mythology through the eyes of the women. They are contemporary books, so they definately have a contemporary point to make, but as a woman myself who very much grew up enjoying hero tales, this reminds us starkly of what it really meant to be anything other than a god or a hero in these tales and every time I read anything of the Illiad retelling variety, especially when they very much dismiss the women in the stories (as the originals did) I can't help but be reminded of the other stories hidden behind the heroes. Even if it's all a lot more fictional than my first examples.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I do my initial writings entirely by hand. When I went through Art School with drawing I'm very much used to using a sketchbook as a place to play and screw up. I enjoy the process of writing with a nice pen in a nice book. I number my pages and index at the front what in development stories are on what pages. I then index my story outlines with "you can find the script for this part on page XX"

I have one book just for Ladies of the Knight (it's my second) and another for all the in development projects.

When a notebook is done it is labeled and put on a shelf with my other stuff so I can go back to them.

THEN when I've played and rewritten things as often as need by, I sit down at a computer and type it up into a script template I made in google docs (and then copy and paste it to a word doc and save it like 5 places!) and do my final edits.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Aethelburg. She plays the position of the antagonist, and it would be so easy to let her slip into just being the petty rich pretty girl. And while I want people to see her that way at first, that's not actually what she is, but she walks a fine line.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Literally delightful is George. Because she has no shame about what she wants or being so enthusiastic. As someone who spent a lot of their teen years afraid of what people thought of my dreams, to write someone so open with their desires, and how hard they're working to get them, is very freeing.

A spiteful delight is Serafina. She comes from a place close to my own brain, but she doesn't stop herself being mean or blunt whereas I definately care more about not offending my friends and family. It's also very freeing to let her be a blunt asshole.

34. (A question picked myself) Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

I don't know what this is.

I make comics.

Prose is weird and terrifying.

What is a comma and why is it from Oxford?

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

Ah see I think this is excellent advice but very misinterprited.

My characters all come from pieces of my own personality that I fragment out and build upon. So I KNOW them all and how they might react, even if I don't know what it is to be an elite athlete, or to ride a horse, or live in the medieval fantasy world I built.

Writing what you know is not just writing an autobiography about a comics creator in their mid 30s living in the UK, it's knowing that when I was 15 I wish I'd been less afraid, so what if I made a character that did that.

You can create something as vastly different from your own experiences as you think you can get, but if you can't find the connection of why that's interesting to you (and thus probably your readers) it's going to seem hollow and fake.

And for what you don't know. Research.

#writing ask meme

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

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[sluttywonwoo]

something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.��

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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[tommybaholland]

when they’re needy for their s/o’s attention

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, kageyama, and nishinoya

kuroo

he walks into the room where he sees you diligently trying to read something in one of your textbooks

he smiles bc you’re so cute and hardworking 

and he almost (almost) feels bad that he’s about to ruin it 

he gets closer and observes that it’s more like you’re staring at the words on the page rather than reading them

“oh, there you are, lovely. do you have a minute?”

you look at him with a dropped expression, slumping over in your chair

“babe, you’ve been in here almost all day. i think it’s time for a break.”

you tell him about the huge chapter that you have to read, annotate, and generate several questions on by tomorrow 

“please, baby? i just want to show you something. you can come back in here after if you want but i wanna show you what i’ve been working on.” 

you halfheartedly agree and he takes you by the hand to lead you into your room 

the first thing you see when you walk in is all the pillows removed from your bed, including your stuffed animals and squishmallows 

they seemed to have migrated to the floor where there was a little awning of blankets which were held up by desk chairs 

“here it is! it’s a cozy, little blanket corner and it’s the perfect size for two.”

you smile and laugh a little at the craftsmanship

he had obviously put some time into this

you feel his fingertips trace over your shoulders as he wraps his arm around you

“so i thought we could watch a movie as a little break and i promise i’ll make sure you get your work done before tomorrow but you don’t have to if you feel like you want to get it done now--”

you respond by simply hugging him tightly around his waist as you thank him, telling him you love it 

he smiles earnestly as he pets down your hair and rubs your back

“of course, kitten.”

he feels smug but happy that his plan had worked 

because he loves getting to spend care-free time with you 

kenma  

less about words, more about (wholesome) actions

and therefore he’s not very subtle about wanting attention 

sits down next to you as you’re doing something for school and will pout like >:| when you don’t immediately greet him or acknowledge his presence

so he decides he has to resort to drastic measures 

he’s a literal cat

bumps his forehead into your shoulder multiple times until you look at him 

sometimes he’ll just simply rest it there and lean into you 

you feel his little forehead bumps or the weight of his head on your shoulder

and you’re like, ‘what is it, ken’

again, he doesn’t speak, he just takes your hand and places it on top of his head 

the silent signal that he wants you to play with his hair 

it’s, without a doubt, one of the cutest things he does 

he lays his head next to your thigh as you rub over the side of his head with one hand as you continue to try to work 

he’ll try to slowly inch his head to rest in your lap 

it’s beginning to hinder your work time, so you suggest that he go play a game or something 

*sigh* “i want to lay with you...also i already played today.”

buries his face into your tummy as he hugs you around your hips

“i’ll help you finish whatever you need later but please, can you just do that thing with my hair? i like that.”

it’s that serious 

and your only choice is to surrender 

so you decide to stop what you’re doing and lean back, placing both your hands in his hair, letting strands slide through your fingers

you put little braids in it like he likes

he sighs contently at the feeling, as it gives him little tingles from his scalp all the way down his spine 

akaashi 

he’s very discrete about wanting attention 

he’ll find you on the couch, working on something on your laptop 

he gets you out of the work trance momentarily to greet and kiss you sweetly on the lips 

he sits down close next to you and peers over your shoulder and asks you what you’re working on 

he’s interested but has no idea what you’re talking about 

“sounds...complex. do you need anything? or maybe want to take a little break?”

you know the ‘do you need anything’ is just his way of saying, “it’s my turn to have your attention.” 

you shake your head and tell him that you’re almost finished

“okay. can i sit here with you, baby?” 

you allow him under one condition

“no, i won’t distract you. i promise.”

that promise doesn’t go very far as he inches closer to you and tries to fit himself behind you, nudging his shoulder behind yours

you eventually ask if he wants to sit behind you

he smiles softly, “yes, please. i’d like that.”

you shift around and get comfy with him now sitting behind you

“just relax and lean into me, babe. there we go. do you mind if i...play with your hair?”

even though you can tell he wants your attention, consent is still at the top of his priorities

(which makes him the sweetest boy)

fools with your hair for a bit until he brushes it all to one shoulder

“is it okay if i..kiss your neck a bit?”

it’s getting harder to concentrate with the feeling of his feather light kisses on your skin, but luckily you only have a few sentences left to write

you feel him pressing closer to you and you ask him what he’s doing

“i’m just wrapping my arms around you and holding you, baby.”

he sits quietly for a bit, holding you tightly around the waist as you finish up your assignment and close your laptop

“oh, you’re finished? do you wanna... finish that show and cuddle now?”

you nod and he grins, “yeah? okay. now, can i have a kiss?”

kageyama

this man is not known to be a master communicator alright 

doesn’t really know how to express his feelings verbally :’(

so he generally tries to hide when he wants your attention 

but then hinata shows him the ‘i want the cuddles’ tiktok 

and at first he cringes and thinks it’s gross 

“i bet your poor s/o must wish they had a boyfriend who would do that!”

“shut UP you turd licker! you’re just jealous that i’m actually in a relationship, unlike YOU >:P”

but in the back of his mind, he wishes he could be the one to do that for you

fortunately you make it very easy for him  

you’ll be reading a book and he’ll come sit close to you and just kinda stare at you 

you feel it on you and you ask him if everything’s okay

“what? ye- yeah, i’m fine.”

you grin, knowing something’s up and ask if he wants to be held  

“no, actually-- i, uh, just, um, i wanted to hold you this time? if that’s okay?”

you’re like, ‘of course it’s okay!!’ but first you finish reading the page of your book that you’re on

once you’re done and the book is officially put down, you ask him where he wants you

he’s visibly nervous and doesn’t know how to say it so he just opens up his arms 

you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him close to you and he leans back so you’re resting on his chest 

his arms wrap around you and the one plays with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips occasionally brushing your skin

he lets out a content sigh at the pressure from you being on top of him 

you ask him if it’s okay for him

“yes, thank you.”

he loves that he has someone as patient as you 

nishinoya 

in terms of level of discreteness, he’s at the bottom out of these boys

honestly will attack you if you’re not doing anything

but you’ll usually hear him before you see him so you’re prepared for the impact

he literally yells and practically jumps at you when he sees you anywhere so you’re pretty used to this very ‘noya display of affection’ 

and it’s no different when you’re alone 

except he tries to be not as loud, especially when it looks like you’re doing something important

“hey, my sweet and gorgeous-- oh, look at you working hard. sorry, i’ll be quiet.”

he’s someone who’s the type to annoy you every five seconds, even in a quieter voice

and he asks about a million questions 

“what are you doing?”

“what does that mean?”

“why do you have to do it like that?”

“haha! sounds like that time me and tanaka had to study for our english final.”

“okay, sorry, i’ll let you do your work.”

but this boy can literally not sit still either and has to change his position on the couch every minute or so

you eventually decide to get up from your seat, wanting to move to the desk where you know you’ll probably get more work done

“hey, where are you going? come back here!”

and you’re like, ‘i love you but..’

“well, maybe if you held me in place, i wouldn’t move around so much!”

you knew exactly where this was going, looking unamused

“aww, c’mon sweetheart.”

and then he starts making that ‘psppspsps’ sound like you do with cats, as if it’s going to get you to willingly go back over to him

“yeah, you’re my cat now. hahahahaha”

you just ignore him and that’s when he gets whiny, very whiny and pouty and kinda dramatic

“c’monnnnnnnnn ughhhhhhhh. please, babyyyyyyyyy i need your cuddles or i’m gonna dieeeeeeee.”

at this point, you’d just give in but there are days were you can ignore him long enough to miraculously get your work done

“are you finished yet-- oh, you are? yay!”

will either sit in your lap or pull you into him to attack your face with kisses 

“let’s go get something to eat! are you hungry? i’m starving.”

hope we’re having fun on this haikyuu night! got any requests??

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroo headcanon #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma headcanon #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi headcanon #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #kageyama headcanon #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya headcanon #tommybaholland

[jarofstyles]

more gang/mafia harry. literally anything ur heart desires I just want gang/mafia!harry

Ok…. So maybe went overboard with this, but dark Harry feeds the soul (or takes it lmao)

But this is what I imagine he’s like when someone threatens or attempts to hurt Y/N.

TW/ guns, violence, blood, bad language and just altogether dark oops

—————

Harry wasn’t a man to cross.

It was known by almost all. And when you say almost, it’s because a select portion of the population doesn’t seem to care much about their lives. At all.

It was widely known that he was brutal. Harry didn’t give second chances, sometimes he barely gave a first. You simply didn’t fuck with him. Period. He was protective of his own and the consequences of messing with them were showing to be quite deadly.

There weren’t many things that he held dear in his life. His mum and sister, yes. His core group of inner men, though even to them they may not know it. But Y/N was at the very top of that list, and that unfortunately made her a target. A large one.

Harry had people watching for her whenever she left. Perhaps that was excessive to some, but he would damned if he let anything happen to the one beam of sunshine in his life. She was his joy, his love, his breath. And no one fucked with her.

When they did, though? It wasn’t pretty.

He had gotten the call that a man had been tailing Y/N as she did her day to day. Sitting outside her apartment, waiting for her to leave. When she felt someone following, she called Harry and immediately he had his men on it. Surrounding the car before he even knew what happened. And while Harry usually didn’t do dirty work himself…. This was a very special occasion.

“I suggest shutting the fuck up.” He rolled his eyes as the guy tried to babble out excuses, Harry rolling up his sleeves as he walked into the room. His demeanor was dark and heavy. Angry. Livid. Because the man tied in front of him had nefarious intentions with his angel of a woman, and he wouldn’t be unpunished.

“You’re going to nod yes or no.” Harry took the gun from his waistband and cocked it, flicking off the safety. The man trembled in the seat, nodding yes frantically. God. Pathetic.

“You had rope in the trunk of your car. Rope. Chains. A few knives. Plastic bags. Weapons. Light fluid. Correct?” He listed off, internally roaring with rage while on the outside still remaining cool. “Don’t just sit there like a fucking idiot. Yes or no?” He clenched his jaw as the man nodded his head.

“You did. I saw it. And you were following my angel around. Yes or no?” He stepped closer, fist clenched against his side. Again, he nodded. This man was done for. “That was a mistake. You’ve got the be the stupidest person in the world. Did you think it was going to be that easy?” He took the gun and pressed it under the coward’s chin to lift it up. “Did you?”

The venom in his tone was felt in the room. It was known then that this man wasn’t going to be okay. “What were you going to do, Bradley? Hm? Were you going to hurt my angel?” His breathing picked up, waiting for a nod or a shake of the head. When he didn’t get one, his hand drew back and slammed right into the man’s face with a sickening crunch.

The man’s howl of pain only angered Harry more. How dare he think he had the right to make any noise when he was going to hurt his girl?

“Yes or no, you fucking piece of shit.” His growl was deep and he sounded truly evil. At the moment? Harry felt it. He had done a lot of fucked up things in his day, but the things he was envisioning doing to this man who threatened someone so pure and genuine? They were sick. He probably needed therapy.

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry!” He sobbed when again Harry’s hand came up and hit him with force that nearly knocked his bound body and chair over. Blood poured from his nose and his lip was split. There was no remorse from Harry.

“You’re sorry?” He snickered, shaking his head. “You’re going to be. You’re going to tell me who hired you, you sick fuck. And then I’m going to make you regret everything. Taking this job, scaring my girl, the day you were fucking born. The girl you were going to harm has no play in this. She’s mine. That’s it. And you’d think that you’d do a bit of research into just who you’re going to hit.” His green eyes were black with rage.

“Boss? Y/N’s in your office. She’s shaken up, you should probably go see her before you get too dirty.” A voice behind him let him in, making his spine straighten up again. Y/N was always the priority, regardless of how bloodthirsty he felt right now. He needed to make sure she was okay.

“I’ll be right there.” He spoke lowly, stepping back from the man who had just signed over his life. “You sit tight. I’ll be right back after I make sure my fiancé is doing okay. Your life has been extended a few minutes due to her. Thank whatever god you believe in because when I come back, it isn’t going to be a fun ride to meet them.”

Before leaving the room, he lifted the gun and pointed it at the man’s knee, pulling the trigger. The loud bang filled the room, along with the screams of the man as the door shut behind him. It was fine to comfort his girl.

When he had her shaking form in his arms, her tears soaking his shirt, gently soothing her terrified soul, he felt that rage raise again. No one got away with hurting her.

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