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evera-era · 7 months

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f**k you.

ellie williams x afab!reader

warnings: hate sex, ellie’s rude as shit in the first half, alcohol use, some name-calling, aggressive kissing, fingering, scissoring, brat taming, spanking, edging/overstim… i think thats it

a/n: kinktober’s here! ik im a few hours late guys im sorry. but hopefully this juicyness makes up for it !! wc 3.4k

Ellie couldn’t stand you.

She found you so incredibly annoying, and yet you shared the same friends. Which was the biggest problem, ever.

She never failed to make sure to let you know what she thought of you.

“Hey, idiot. We’re trying to have a conversation. Shut it for once, yeah?”

And you made sure to let her know that the feeling was mutual.

“Suck my dick, Williams.”

And like clockwork, she’d say something along the lines of “Sorry babe. Not into that.”

Truthfully, the two of you had been doing this for a while. This was nothing new. You’d go at eachother back and forth until one of you gets genuinely pissed off. Rinse. Repeat.

Dina hated it because she loves the two of you; she just can’t handle being in a room with both of you at once. Jesse would find it amusing until you and Ellie wouldn’t shut up during a movie.

It didn’t matter what you said or did. Ellie would either laugh, mock, or straight up disagree with you. Even if you stayed quiet and said nothing at all.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

She’d wait for your response, and when you didn’t have one, she’d keep going.

“No seriously. You look like dogshit.”

“Ellie please shut the fuck up.”

It was like she couldn’t ignore you. As if your presence was so incredibly overwhelming, that she just had to react to everything you did. You didn’t get it.

If you met up with the friend group to eat, Ellie somehow “forgot” to get you something. She’d make plans and purposely exclude you. And if you brought it up, she’d tell you to “chill the fuck out, it’s not that serious.”

You hated Ellie. And yet here you were, six feet across from her, sitting on the rug of her living room floor. Dina had insisted on a friendly get-together at Ellie’s, specifically requesting that “you don’t kill eachother.” You told her you’d try, but made no promises.

“Hey, Jesse.” Ellie said. “Could you grab me and Dina another beer?”

“Ellie,” Dina says. “You didn’t even ask if Y/N wanted one.”

“So?” She replies. “She’s a big girl. If she wants another she can get it herself.”

You rolled your eyes. She always did this — talked about you as if you were the dumbest person to ever exist.

“I’m right here, Ellie.” You snap. “I can hear you.”

“I know.” Ellie says. “That’s why I said it.”

“Guys, please.” Dina groans. “Just one night. One good night is all I ask.”

Jesse brings over more bottles. He cracks one open before handing it to you. Ellie stares at you, waiting for Jesse to hand out the rest before speaking.

“It would be easier if I didn’t have to look at her fuckin’ face all night.”

You scoffed. “You know, you’re really cocky for someone who lives in a fucking garage.”

“You’re lucky I even let your ass in this garage.” Ellie mutters. “Probably tracked in a shitton of dirt.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask abruptly.

Dina rubs her temples. “Guys—“

“You that stupid?” She questions. “It means I’m gonna have to sweep once you leave. Don’t want your germs gettin’ on my shit.”

“Fuck this. Nope. Not doing this.” Dina says, getting up from the floor. She whips around to face you and Ellie.

“I have tried to ignore the two of you in hopes of having a good time. I have begged you to get along for once. But clearly, none of it’s fucking working!” She throws her hands up. “I’m done. Seriously — come on, Jesse, we’re leaving.”

Jesse thinks for a moment, then shrugs. He begins walking towards the door with his beer in hand.

“Wait, what?” Ellie asks.

“You guys are gonna sit here and sort this shit out.” She says, throwing on her coat. “Until then, me and Jesse are going somewhere else.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dina—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She states as Jesse opens the door for her. “The two of you are smart, figure it out. You can come find us when you’re done.”

“See you,” Is all Jesse says, before pulling the door shut.

You and Ellie look straight ahead.

What the fuck.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do. Dina was obviously pissed, but being left alone with Ellie was the last thing you wanted.

It’s as if she could read your mind.

“Get out.”

You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”

“They left because you don’t know when to shut your mouth,” She says. “And I don’t wanna keep hearing it, so get out.”

Your previous desire to get up and walk out of the door suddenly disappears. You set your drink down.

“No.”

“What?”

“You don’t like me? Great.” You say, kicking your feet back. “I don’t like you either. But I’m not gonna do what you say, when you say it, every single fucking time.”

“Wow.” She takes a sip of beer. “You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes.”

Your eyes flash over to the brunette in less than a second. But she doesn’t budge. Just leans into the couch, legs spread.

“Ellie—“ You begin. “What the fuck is your problem with me?”

She smirks as if you said something funny.

“I’m serious. What the fuck is it?” You repeat, staring intently.

“Are you that dense?” She meets your gaze. “Your attitude. If you couldn’t tell, you have a serious attitude problem. Should really get it checked out.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Like you don’t have an attitude problem.”

“Yeah, but that’s me.”

“Oh,” You nod sarcastically. “Okay. Sure, yeah. Because that makes sense.”

“See? Again with the attitude.”

Silence fills the room as you bite your tongue. The fact that you felt the impulse to respond immediately kind of proved Ellie’s point.

It pissed you off that she was right. You did have a bit of an attitude problem with her. In your defense, she never leaves you alone. You get along just fine with everyone else.

You had given up. You were ready to just go home and tell Dina the truth later. But as you stand up, out of absolutely nowhere, Ellie says:

“It sucks, ‘cause you’re hot. It’s a shame you’ve gotta act like such a fuckin’ brat.”

Were your ears deceiving you? Did Ellie fucking Williams just say that?

You laugh it off and shake your head. “You are truly something else.”

“I’m being serious.” She replies. “You could just sit there and look pretty. Don’t know why you choose to be so damn annoying instead.”

“It would be so nice if you just learned when to shut up, Ellie.”

“You gonna make me?” She says, watching you. You sigh dramatically.

“Didn’t think so.”

The way she was toying with you made your skin run hot. You weren’t sure if she really meant what she said, or if she was just trying to get a rise out of you. Either way, her sweatpants and sports bra combo wasn’t helping; you could feel yourself getting worked up.

“What are you getting at?” You blurt out. “What are you trying to do?”

“I’m not trying to do anything,” She murmurs, looking down then back up again. “Are you?”

You laugh harshly. “What the hell makes you think that?”

“You’re an attention whore,” She answers. “It wouldn’t surprise me.”

The way ‘whore’ rolled off of her tongue was so incredibly casual. And yet, you enjoyed the fact that she was saying it to you. Pigs must be flying. There was no way this was happening.

“I’m not a whore,” You stated.

“Oh?” She says coyly. “I didn’t call you a whore, I called you an attention whore. But you were quick to argue, so now I’m curious.”

You shift your weight to one leg. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Ellie.”

“Yeah? Then why are you still here?”

You felt your neck and ears become incredibly hot. Ellie leans forward, pushing herself up from the couch and faces you.

“I’d be flattered if you said it’s ‘cause you like me as a person, but we both know that’s not true.”

Her eyes were dazed and unwavering. It could’ve been the alcohol, but it also could’ve been the fact that your mini skirt had been riding up your thighs all night.

And as for you, you surprisingly weren’t repulsed. In fact, you liked seeing Ellie like this. If you were sober you might have dipped already, but your legs were heavy and your panties started to feel very constrictive.

“I think…” She begins walking closer. “That you want the exact same thing. You just act like you’re too good for it.”

You could feel your inhibition weakening. You drunkenly stare up at her. “You think I’m not?”

“I know you’re not.” She takes another step. You go to step back, but your heel hits the wall.

“I don’t blame Dina for trying, but we both know we’re not gonna make up.” Another step.

“No?” You whisper.

“Mm-mm.” Her nose was almost brushing up against yours, now.

The eye contact was unmatched. Ellie wasn’t budging, and neither were you.

“I fucking hate what you do to me,” You whispered against her lips.

She smirks. “I fucking love it.”

Immediately, her lips are engulfing yours, with so much damn fervor and need. You curled your fingers in her hair, and tugged down hard. You didn’t care if you hurt her — after all, she deserved it.

Ellie smiles into the kiss, pulling you in closer as a small grunt leaves her lips. Her legs cage you in against the wall as she forces her tongue into your mouth.

You hated her. You hated her. You hated her.

So how was it possible for her to make you feel so goddamn good?

Her hands begin grasping at the hem of your clothes with frustration.

“Fuck, baby.” She moans. “Take this shit off.”

You were compliant at this point; you merely slid your hands under your shirt and did what she said. Ellie presses her head against your chin, whispering a few more curses as she looks at your exposed breasts.

“So fucking hot,” She groans, pressing her lips to your neck. You whined out of pleasure as you pulled her hips closer to you.

“This is so embarrassing.” You mumble, shutting your eyes.

“Mm,” Ellie hums. “Seem to be handling it quite well, though.”

The brunette begins trailing her kisses downwards. You jump at the new sensation.

“Ellie—“

“Shh.” She murmurs, teething dangerously close to your nipple. “Gotta focus.”

When she latches on, your head immediately falls back. You’re practically speechless as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the hardened bud.

You wanted her to keep going, but you were worried. If Dina and Jesse caught you like this…

As for Ellie, she is absolutely shameless in the way she’s going in on your tits. It was clear that she had wanted to do this for a very long time — she was just being a complete ass about it.

She pulls away with a hard ‘pop’ before looking up at you with her green eyes. “Come here,” She says, grabbing your waist and pulling you down with her.

You gasp as the two of you land on the couch. Her hand quickly finds the back of your neck as she kisses you again, bucking gently against you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you pull back.

“What if Dina and Je—“

“Y/N,” She whispers, pulling her shirt over her head. “I’m in front of you, and I wanna fuck you. Please just shut up for once. Alright?”

You blush, looking down at her chest. Her nipples were poking out, hard as rocks. “You’re so fucking mean.”

“You’re fucking mean,” She says, smirking. “Depriving me of this for so damn long.”

“Didn’t think you wanted me,” You slur against her lips.

“Yeah, well… you are pretty fuckin’ annoying.” She huffs, as you lean in to kiss her again. As the minutes pass, you find yourself rolling your hips against hers.

“More,” You say quietly.

“Hm?”

“Want more of you, Ellie.” You sighed, nudging your fingertips under her waistband. “Please.”

She grins before sliding her sweatpants and underwear off. “Only because you said please.”

When your fingers drag down against her clit, she’s wet, and you absentmindedly moan. She sneers, staring up at you.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing, just… that was the sluttiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You hum against her skin, gently rubbing your thumb against her hood. “I could be sluttier.”

“Oh yeah?” She responds, grazing her teeth against your jaw.

You drag your fingers from her pussy to your lips, gently engulfing them in your mouth. You keep your eyes on her as you suck her juices off, groaning at the sweet taste.

Ellie’s face becomes that of a pornstar. Her eyes are half-lidded, nearly rolling back as she stifles a moan.

“Holy fuck,” She says, biting down on her lip. Her gaze drops to your lower body, and she begins shoving the fabric of your skirt up.

“What are you doing?” You murmur, watching the skirt bunch around your waist.

“Not gonna waste anymore time,” She explains, tugging at your panties. “I fucking need this pussy.”

You help her remove the undergarment, letting it drop onto the floor. Her hands settle on your ass as you gently lift her leg, lining yourself up against her.

“Fuck yes,” She whispers, watching carefully as you gently slot your cunt against hers.

Her cunt was soft, and incredibly slick and sticky. It takes you a moment to get the right angle before you begin to get a rhythm going.

Once you start speeding up, Ellie practically loses it. She’s breathing like she can’t get enough air.

“Fuck yes.” She repeats, bringing her hand down onto your ass with a hard slap. Her eyes are closed as she scrunches her brows in pleasure. “Holy fucking shit.”

“God,” You moan, sloshing your pussy up against hers. “You’re so wet, Ellie.”

The room becomes one filled with wet noises and moaning. Ellie’s hands are grabbing at everything — your ass, your tits, the couch. She’s in euphoria, seeing stars as she tries not to black out.

“Goddamn,” She mutters. “So fucking good, baby. Doing so fucking good.”

You whimper at the praise, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Ellie had been your worst enemy for months, and here you were, bumping clits with her like a fucking slut.

“Shit—“ She grunts, pushing her head back. “I‘m close, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Already?” You joke. “That’s quick, don’t you think?”

She quickly opens her eyes and looks at you. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You say slyly, slowing down ever so slightly.

She smacks your ass, hard. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

You slow down even more, grinning proudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ellie.”

“Y/N, you better fucking finish me off.”

“But… ” You whisper in an innocent tone. “We’re having so much fun, right?”

“I swear to—“ She exhales vexedly before sinking her nails into your hips. “Fuck it.”

She sits up, grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down so you’ve switched places. Ellie props your leg up on her shoulder.

“Wanna be a fucking brat? Hm?” She whispers, bringing herself down on your cunt harshly.

You moan in response, goosebumps beginning to form on your arms. You place your hands on her abs, pushing slightly in an attempt to get her to let up.

“Ellie, ‘s too much.” You mewl, as she ruts her pussy against yours.

“Shut up,” She mumbles. “You can take it.”

She keeps you down as she fucks you, ramming herself against your cunt. The sloshing of your clits sends you into a spiral.

“Oh my god, Ellie,” You murmur. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” She grunts. “You like this?”

You nod, but Ellie places a sharp slap on your boob.

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yeah,” You stammer, trying to grasp reality as the only thing going through your mind is how good her pussy feels on yours.

She uses her hand and grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “You better not fucking cum until I do, you hear me?”

You nod again. “Y-Yes, Ellie.”

The way Ellie scissors is ruthless. She’s concentrated, hair sticking to her forehead as she stares down at you. She watches the way your tits bounce as she fucks herself on you, watching as you beg her to slow down.

Her teeth clench as she nears her orgasm. She looks up at the ceiling before dropping her head back down.

“Fuck, I’m, shit— ‘m getting close.”

“Yeah?” You murmur.

“Uh-huh.” You bring your hand up to her cheek as she maintains her rhythm.

“Wanna cum with you, Ellie. Wanna cum all over your fucking pussy.”

“Fuck,” She says through gritted teeth. “Fuck yes. Keep talking, just like that.”

Ellie knew she wasn’t very far off. But she figured she’d make the most of it, in case this was the last time she got to see you like this.

“So good, Ellie,” You say softly. “Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah?” She exhales.

“Mhm,” You murmur. “Best I’ve ever had.”

Ellie’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her moans becoming choppy. She gently holds your foot as she grinds her hips down faster.

As Ellie becomes wetter, you stiffen and feel your stomach tightening. You were getting really close, and she could feel it.

“Y/N,” She says. “I’m—“

“Me too—“ Is all you can say, before drawling out into a moan. Ellie rides you deep into your high, breathing sporadically as she cums, herself.

For a second, the two of you barely move, merely catching your breaths. But eventually your leg starts cramping, and you slide it off her shoulder.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can.” Ellie says, slowly hopping off of you.

“You’re a liar.”

“How?” She says, leaning against the opposite end of the couch. “It was only a matter of time ‘til I got into your pants.”

“Oh,” You scoff. “So it was easy?”

“It was so easy.” She says, smiling. You look at the floor.

“Shut up.” You grin, reaching over to grab your clothes. You slowly put them back on as she copies you.

“Wanna go find Dina and Jesse now?” She questions, pulling her shirt over her head.

“I thought you said we couldn’t,” You say. “Since we weren’t gonna make up.”

“Mm, ‘cause we didn’t.” She states, cocking her head. “I need about three more rounds of this before we re-visit that topic.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You giggle, tossing your jacket at her. She laughs, putting her hands up to shield herself as it hits her.

“I’m kinda serious though,” She says. “You wanna give me head next time? Or…”

You smooth your hair down. “In your dreams, Williams.”

She looks around, contemplating for a moment. “Does that mean I give you head instead?”

“Ellie please shut up now.”

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saksukei · 8 months

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saving simon ghost riley’s life

masterlist | angst, injury mentions, he's being a bitch

they say some instincts are good, some are bad. yours have landed you in hell though.

being part of task force 141 had its own perks which included borderline deadly missions, a whole lot of adrenaline and a shit ton of risk taking. so that's exactly what you did when you saw a gun aimed at your lieutenant, more specifically, simon ghost riley.

you jumped in front of the gun without any hesitation, disobeying his orders to stay put. he was your senior, someone you definitely respected and looked up to. you were absolutely okay with letting yourself get injured for him. something about loyalty, right?

“a word, sergeant,” he interrupted your train of thought, his presence overwhelming the nurses present in the med bay as they stitched your wound.

“yes sir?” you thought he was gonna thank you for saving his life. apparently, he had other plans.

“who gave you the fucking right to disobey my orders?” he growls, his eyes piercing through your very soul. you imagine what it would be like if he didn't have his mask on, the very mask that is acting as a shelter from his rage.

you blink in confusion. “i beg your pardon, sir?”

“i said, who gave you the right to disobey my orders?” he repeated, his tone stern.

“i–sorry lieutenant,” you reply curtly, confused at his rude behavior. but then again, simon isn't known for his niceness.

“sorry isn't going to cut you the slack,” he retorts, voice laced with venom. “you are going to be reprimanded for failing to comply with your superior’s orders to stay put.”

and while you desperately want to argue, give him an explanation or maybe yell at him that you did save his life, you ignore and nod.

“i don’t hear a reply sergeant,” his voice booms.

“affirmative sir.”

with that he walks out.

the next couple of days are hell. rather than being treated like someone of your rank, the lieutenant decides to treat you like a rookie, making you run almost triple the amount of drills, ignoring the fact that you’ve had an injury.

when captain price decides to finally intervene on your behalf, he promptly replies about how insubordination must be set straight and that he's doing this his own way. soap and kyle both also try to intervene, but they can't seem to change the lieutenant’s mind.

you don't seem to fight it either, just silently accepting whatever task he's given. you know that there's really no room for disagreement given your current circumstances.

today he had pushed you too much though. drained, as you went back to your room, collapsing on whatever shit excuse of a bed you had. you couldn't even get up. the three firm and calculated knocks you heard on your door made you groan. who the hell was it at this ungodly hour?

“come in,” you yell out.

and in walks the man you've been dreading to see the most. the lieutenant himself.

you immediately stand up and salute him, ignoring the pain your body is in.

“at ease,” he mutters, as you sit down on your bed. the air is awkward between you to say the least, but boy does it get worse, when the lieutenant kneels and lowers himself right at your feet.

“what the hell–lieutenant?” you question.

“quiet,” he orders, his tone stern. you have no choice but to comply and watch, as he takes out a bandage from his side pocket. “your feet are bruised,” he mutters. why was he acting like he didn't know the reason? that he had been making you run triple the amounts you normally do.

“permission to say something grossly insubordinate sir?” you ask, trying to control your seething anger. what the fuck is his problem?

he nods.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell and it catches him off guard, his warm green eyes meeting yours. “first you punish me for saving your life, make mine a literal hell and then you come in here and act like you care?” your voice raises without you even realizing.

he sighs. he doesn't have a response. you're right. he has been in the wrong but he didn't intend to punish you that far. it just sort of happened. he was so angry, not with your disobedience of course, but because of the fact that he had missed a corner and let you get hurt. he was at war with himself on this one.

so simon does what he does best, ignore your anger filled speech and continues bandaging your feet.

“s–stop it,” you try and push him away. he doesn't budge and you feel yourself reduced to tears. when he does look up and see your eyes coated with them, he stops and says words he hasn't said to anyone in years.

“m’ sorry,” he admits, softly. tears begin to slide down your face, no matter how much you try and hold them back.

and out of instinct, simon reaches out. for the first time, simon riley scoops up someone into his arms, rubbing your back, muttering a thousand apologies for his behavior. god, it would be better if you had let him get shot that day, than seeing you cry like this.

he had made you cry.

“m’ really sorry,” he whispers in your ear. “i was just so upset that you got hurt because of my stupidity, sweetheart,” he tries to explain but his persona is crumbling. he's been so unmerciful to you. “i was wrong, so wrong for doing this,” he repeats again. how could he be so rude to someone he loves so dearly?

he keeps you in his arms. his hand, running through your hair, with his gloves long discard at the side.

you mutter something about how bad it is for you to be crying in the arms of your lieutenant and he tuts, saying that firstly, you should call him simon, and secondly, you can cry as much as you want.

you’re the only one he wants in his arms anyway.

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irisintheafterglow · 4 months

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what if all i need is you? (college bsf!suguru x you)

summary: after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

wc: 2.8k

cw/tags: fake dating, best friends to lovers, first kiss, implied fem!reader but no specific pronouns used (wears makeup and heels), swearing, mentions of drinking and smoking, reader is kinda mean at the beginning but they're just stressed, satoru being satoru

note: back on my suguru bullshit! hope you enjoy :))

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <33

“You remember the plan?”

“Yep, I had it down the third and fourth times you repeated it.” You send him a glare out of the corner of your vision, carefully pulling the mascara wand up across your lashes. The dim car lights weren’t the ideal environment to finish getting ready, but whatever time you could waste out here was time you didn’t have to spend at the party.

“It’s all there. $250, like we agreed,” you say without looking at him as he flips through the stack of money from the yellow package hiding in the glove compartment. “I’m not giving you more, so don’t ask.”

“Wasn’t going to,” he reassures you, watching as you tensely tap fine glitter onto the inner corners of your eyes and spread it over your cheekbones. He inhales and you already anticipate what he was going to say. “You know, I really shouldn’t be taking your money–”

“I don’t care that you don’t want the money, Suguru. It makes me feel better, so please, shut up and take it,” you state for what felt like the tenth time. He sighs in defeat, eyeing you like you were a tiger pacing around a cramped cage in a zoo. Having your best friend go with you as your fake date to a relative’s birthday party both complicated and simplified things at the same time, which made you all the more tense for what might happen.

Date me for a month and earn $250! No commitment, no long-term relationships! Call me at (XXX) XXX-XXX for more info! is what the flyers that you stuck to the bulletin boards around campus proclaimed. It was a last-ditch effort to find a date to your grandmother’s cousin’s birthday party and a direct result of your family being too curious about your dating life in college. The plan was simple, in your head. You would find a random person to pretend to date for a month, bring them to the party, and then break up with them a week later. No harm done and no questions asked, right?

“Any takers on that dating flyer yet?”

“No,” you groan, letting your forehead hit the desk with a dull thud. It was harder than you thought it would be to find someone to act as your fake boyfriend. “All they want is sex or to negotiate a higher pay. They think I’m a hooker or a trust fund baby, I guess.”

“I can confirm that you are neither of those things,” he chuckles from the other side of the line. “Unless, you have some news to tell me.” You snort and shake your head, taking notice of the darkness outside your window. It must have been hours since you first started your phone call with Suguru and forced him to help you through a homework assignment, and the rumbling in your stomach was becoming a little more insistent.

“Shit. It’s late, so I’ll let you go. Sorry for keeping you for so long.” You start to tidy the various study sheets and highlighters scattered across your desk, carefully straightening the polaroid of you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko on the day of your high school graduation. “Thanks for helping me, even though I’m gonna forget all of this in a few hours.”

“I don’t mind teaching you again. Have you eaten yet? Because I’m starving.” The rumbling in your stomach becomes more of a growl at the mere mention of food and you silently curse him for reminding you that all you had in the cupboard was instant noodles. “If you say no and then proceed to make those sodium bombs you call food, I’m gonna hit you with an inflatable mallet.”

“Okay,” you reply. “Then, I won’t tell you.”

“Smartass,” he mutters and you hear the clinking of his car keys being grabbed from off the hook above his desk. “I’ll be there in ten. Grab a jacket; it’s chilly out.” Twenty minutes later, you’re bundled up in a hole-in-the-wall ramen shop near campus, barely able to eat from sheer anxiety. It was a shitty situation you’d found yourself in and the only way to get through it unscathed would be to disappear off the face of the planet. Your best friend seems to notice you poke at your noodles with your chopsticks and sets down his pair with a determined look. “Alright, what’s bothering you?” You shrug and avoid his eyes, leaning back into the dark corner of the booth.

“Nothing,” you mumble and he raises a skeptical eyebrow. “I’m just stressed about this stupid party thing.”

“Remind me why you need a date for this in the first place?”

“My grandma’s cousin is super old. Like, one foot in the grave old,” you state plainly and some water shoots out of Suguru’s nose as he tries to cover a laugh. “I’m serious! I’ve never known her and, from what I can gather, no one really likes her anyways.” You hand him a clean napkin with a small, amused smile while he continues to cough uncontrollably, humming at the small thank you he manages to choke out. “But, my family wants me to at least act like I have a boyfriend for the night so she can have peace of mind.” You give him a knowing look and it takes him a few seconds to put the pieces together.

“Wait, your family wants you to pretend to have a boyfriend so your grandma’s cousin can die at peace?” You nod slowly and his face contorts into something like horror and shock, unsure of whether to laugh or feel sorry for you. “Shit. Sorry, I mean–”

“No, it’s okay,” you giggle. “You can laugh. It’s fucking ridiculous. To be fair, they just told me to find a boyfriend. They didn’t specify how long we had to be together.”

“And that’s why you put the flyers up,” he concludes, “to hire someone to play your boyfriend for the night.” You nod again and he shakes his head. “You’re out of your mind.” Your jaw drops in indignance and you threaten to drop an ice cube in his ramen in retaliation.

“I think it’s a pretty smart idea,” you argue.

“What if the guy catches feelings?”

“Sucks for him. I’m not paying him to fall in love with me,” you reply bluntly and Suguru shakes his head in disbelief. “What? Is what I’m doing wrong? I’m only seeing it as a business transaction, plain and simple.”

“A business transaction that hasn’t actually transacted yet, and the party is when?” You feel your face start to heat in embarrassment. He made a good point.

“Tomorrow,” you mumble. “The party’s tomorrow night.”

“See? There’s no way you’re gonna find someone good enough in time.”

“Well, what do you propose I do? Skip it entirely and kill the old lady early?”

“That’s definitely not what I was suggesting,” he corrects. “What if you just…took me instead?” You freeze, a little shocked by his idea. It was true that a certain amount of attraction existed in you towards your best friend, something that you swore never to act on for fear of losing his friendship. You never bothered asking if he felt the same because you knew him too well; you knew how he was around girls he liked, even though the last one was when you both were in high school. Sure, it was possible that he started liking you once you started college, just like you noticed him in a different light during your first semester. But either way, you were resigned to letting the feelings come and go as they usually did. Except, the feelings hadn’t left for three years. “Are you silent because you’re mortified or silent because you’re thinking it over?”

“A little bit of both,” you admit.

“How so?”

“You do know my family has been wanting us to get together for years now, right?” An unreadable look passes over Suguru’s face, a look that you can’t decipher even after knowing him for so long.

“I’m well aware. Your parents have pulled me aside several times trying to pass along family heirlooms to use when I inevitably get on one knee.” Your eye twitches and you make a mental reminder to scold your family when you see them next. “But why is that an issue?” Truthfully, it wasn’t that much of an issue if you set aside your own feelings. Having Suguru there meant that he already knew the dynamics of your family, how to handle your relatives, and had a general grasp of what to expect at the party. It simplified things, but your own harbored feelings complicated any thought of acting like a couple. It would feel too real and you knew how much it would hurt when the clock struck midnight and you went back to being friends. That’s a little too much to unpack over ramen, though.

“I just don’t want them making you uncomfortable,” is what you settle with telling him. Something like disappointment blinks across his face, but disappears just as fast as it comes. It’s replaced with a wry smile, one that makes your head fuzzy and stomach bubbly.

“They won’t. My only focus is you,” he promises before launching into a new conversation about his latest biochem project. Now, ten minutes after your heels crossed the threshold of the front door, Suguru was doing a little too good of a job of only focusing on you. Even though the music of the venue blares and there’s enough family and friends to stampede you like poor Mufasa in the Lion King, Suguru doesn’t seem to care about any of it. He falls into his role as your ‘boyfriend’ as easily as the last piece of a puzzle being maneuvered into place, holding your hand with a steady grip, then snaking it around your waist, and sending you fond smiles when nobody's watching. Your parents are delighted, to say the least, and drag him away from you at the first available moment. You settle in a corner of the ballroom with a small plate of pickings from the dessert table and wait for him to return from his interrogation with your parents.

“It’s about time you two got together,” a familiar, sing-songy voice says quietly from over your shoulder and you flinch, instinct telling you to stab him with your ornate plastic fork. You turn and find your other best friend wearing a tie and a shit-eating grin, tucking a silver hors d'oeuvres tray under a lanky arm.

“Satoru! What the fuck are you doing here?” You glance around to see if anyone has noticed you recognizing a random waiter and, thankfully, everyone is too engrossed in gossiping about your fake boyfriend for the night.

“I’m Suguru’s backup just in case things go south,” he drawls and you pinch the bridge of your nose with two fingers. “Here to cause a scene if something goes wrong.”

“You’re here to sabotage my relative’s birthday party?”

“Here to potentially sabotage your relative’s birthday party.” He sticks up his index finger in emphasis and you groan, rolling your eyes and popping another small brownie into your mouth. He copies you, plucking a cupcake from your plate and swallowing it in one bite. “I gotta say, it took you long enough. I’ve been in agony watching this entire thing pan out.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you high?”

“Not right now, no, but maybe later.” He shoots you a grin even though you know full and well none of you smoke. “I’m just saying that I’m happy you’ve finally realized your feelings for each other.”

“What feelings? There’s no feelings,” you lie straight through your teeth and he sees through it like glass.

“I may be stupid, but I’m not blind. If you don’t see that Suguru likes you back, then you’re the one with vision problems. Sucks for you.” He shrugs and you flick his arm lightly, glaring daggers at him but unable to fight down the curiosity poking at the back of your mind.

“You think he actually likes me back?”

“He’s liked you since senior year, idiot,” he scoffs like your question was a funny joke. “I’m not here to fill in if he gets food poisoning from the questionable shrimp cocktail; I’m here to support either of you if your feelings get in the way and your dumbasses can’t communicate efficiently.”

“That’s…really thoughtful of you, Satoru,” you mutter and he raises one eyebrow teasingly.

“Wasn’t my idea. It was Suguru’s. ‘In case something happens and they’re not comfortable with me taking them home, for whatever reason.’ That’s what he made me promise and why I’m pretending to be a waiter for the night.” His attention darts upward to his best friend approaching your table and he pats your shoulder encouragingly. “Speaking of. Go get your man.”

“I hate you, Satoru.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you too.” He knocks his shoulder against yours before disappearing into the kitchen, on his way to probably steal a bottle from the wine cellar.

“Uh oh, looks like you’ve found my undercover operative,” he jokes as he sets a drink in front of you and steals a cookie from your plate.

“Actually, he’s the one who found me. You should fire that guy for blowing his own cover,” you remark and the corner of Suguru’s mouth turns up into a smirk. “It’s nice of you to ask him to be here in case something went wrong.”

“I’m an engineering major. We plan for the worst case scenarios.”

“What’s the best case scenario?” His eyebrows furrow in question but you don’t relent. No turning back now. “What’s the ideal outcome of this situation, besides the money?” He thinks for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek when a slow song starts playing through the loudspeakers.

“Dance with me,” he replies, holding out his hand for you to take. Way to change the subject. “Please?”

“You’re not getting out of my question.” You let him lead you to the dance floor, trying not to get goosebumps as one of his hands finds your waist and the other laces his fingers with yours. “Why’d you offer to do this with me, anyway?”

“What, dancing? Or coming with you to the party?”

“Second one.” That unreadable look crosses his face again, the same one from the ramen shop when he first brought up being your fake date. It felt like anything he said was just covering up a truth that you both were dancing around; but, something in the air made you want to face that truth tonight.

“Because I’m your friend,” he murmurs and you can’t help feeling a little let down by his answer. You let it show in your face, but he’s avoiding your eyes. “That’s what friends do for each other.” He clears his throat and tries to blow a stray strand of black hair from his face, going deathly still when your own fingers brush it away and tuck it behind his ear.

“We’re just friends?”

“What do you–”

“What if I wanna be more?” His eyes finally snap to meet yours and his pupils are blown wider than you’d ever seen before, deep and dark and staring at you so intensely, you’re glad he’s supporting your waist. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his gaze flicking up and down between your eyes and your lips.

“I don’t wanna mess this up,” he whispers so quietly that you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t inches away from his face. “I don’t wanna mess up what we have.”

“I don’t think we would be messing it up,” you point out just as softly. “If anything, we’d be making it better.” His thumb comes up to trace the outline of your jaw, sending chills up your spine.

“Are you sure that you want this with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“I don’t know, because I feel like I don’t deserve you and–”

“Okay, stop talking,” is the last thing you say before you tilt your head up to press your lips against his. You’re careful and frustratingly gentle, giving him ample opportunity to pull away and reject you. But, to your delight, he kisses back with more fervor than you, like he’d been waiting for years to experience this feeling. He sighs into your mouth as you grab the collar of his button up and pull him even closer, his hands holding firm at your waist until you pull away to breathe.

“Make sure you take down those flyers once we’re back on campus,” he breathes into your ear. You let your eyes flutter shut and hum in assent, leaning your head against his.

“Why do you bring them up?”

“Because your fake boyfriend just got promoted to real boyfriend.” You initially dismiss the single click and bright flash as the photo booth serving its clients, but are also equally unsurprised when Suguru meets you outside your 9:00 A.M with a Polaroid between his fingers of you two dancing at the party. And the caption?

First kiss! (Taken by Gojo Satoru, ultimate wingman)

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slut4slytherinss · 5 months

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Gold Rush

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Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.

3,014 words

Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I don’t have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I haven’t read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheo’s father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare, love.” Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, “I wasn’t staring.” you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards you— not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You really should be studying, y’know? Can’t have m’girl failing her exams.” My girl. You roll your eyes. “I’m immune to your charms, Riddle.” You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. “Are you, though? I mean, remember in first year when you—“ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. “I was eleven!” You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. “Okay.” He drags the word out, “Some things never change, badger.” You furrow your eyebrows “Excuse me?” “Y’know? Badger, you’re a Hufflepuff, unless you’re shagging Diggory and stole his tie.” He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. “First of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.” “You think I’m pretty?” Another eye roll. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me, they’re gonna get stuck back there.” Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. “Mattheo! I don’t have all day, c’mon.” He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, “Merlin’s beard,” he murmurs, then calls out to her “I’m coming Eloise!” Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that he’d like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, it’s about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in time— but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, it’s Mattheo. Of course it’s Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. “You alright?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. “I’m fine, Riddle.” You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.

You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. “Y/n?” Fucking Mattheo. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls la—“ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.

I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I don’t like a gold rush.

“Wait! Y/n—“ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. “Let go.” You spit out, he tenses his jaw. “Why are you even acting like this? You don’t need to get so pissed just because you’re jea—“ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, “Did you just slap me?” “No.” you reply quickly. “You just slapped me.” he persists, “No I didn’t.” “Yea, you did.” “Yes I did.” you finally admit. “Why?” He asks, “You said I’m jealous, I’m not jealous. You just have a big head.” “I have other big things.” You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. You’ve known that since the first time you saw him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.

You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, she’d convinced you to come to this party. And you’d stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.

You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself “yeah, okay. I can get out of here.” You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you don’t have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly clean— minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, there’s your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, he’s still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.

I see me padding ‘cross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

It’s been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You haven’t spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and you’d never live it down. He didn’t. But you don’t know that. You’re choosing out a dress for dinner, you’re in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, “No, Dor, that— that doesn’t compliment me right.” So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, it’s long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.

“No Mattheo, I really don’t agree with that, you’re so— so contrarian.” You shake your head, “Oh give me a break!” He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. He’s just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, he’s a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, “O—okay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.” “This isn’t an argument, it’s a debate.” You correct.

As you’re walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking “Oh, wouldn’t they be such a cute couple?” One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement “They argue so much, plus, doesn’t Y/n Riddle sound so nice?” “Oh I dunno, I’m kind of jealous of her.” A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize they’re taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, “We would not be a cute couple! He’s insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!” You huff.

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered ‘round, had never seen a love as pure as it.

“You know that you can’t avoid him all day, right?” Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheo’s direction in the Great Hall. “I can and I will.” The boy rolls his eyes, “C’mon, when me and Cho get into—“ “Don’t compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheo— that’s just.. no!” you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, “Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, Cedric licks his lips “No reason.” “Shouldn’t you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?” you tease, he laughs “Yeah, probably. Shouldn’t you be getting in Mattheo’s pants again?” “Leave it Ced, it will never be.” You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause you know it could never be.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, “I’m not avoiding you.” you reply simply with a shrug. “Yes you are, I’m sick of it.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s it matter to you? We aren’t friends.” “What are you talking about? Yes we are.” “No, we’re really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know I’m going to leave.” You spit out, annoyed with everything, “No I don’t! I talk to you all the—“ you cut him off “Just leave it, I’m done here anyway.” You say before turning back around and walking away, “Well— don’t come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!” He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. “Fuck you!” “You’ve already checked that one off!”

‘Cause I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to you— or anyone for that matter — like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends — who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed “What?” to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a “Nothing.” making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where they’re sitting. “Hello, boys.” you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Uh — hey..” Blaise Zabini murmurs, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?” Draco Malfoy laughs at that “Dickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?” “He’s not my boyfriend Malfoy!” you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up “Um, Y/n he’s just upset you’re ignoring him.” now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little “C’mon man!”’s and “Enzo!”’s he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, “Seriously?” you scoff “he’s mad at me because I’m not talking to him? After what he did?”

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

“Why don’t you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?” Theo speaks up with a shrug. “Excuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?” you ask, twisting toward him. “You want him, obviously.” “Everybody wants him! I don’t — I don’t like that horrid feeling!” you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush.

Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaise’s plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. “You’ve liked him since fist year, admit it.” Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so it’s a bit muffled. “Shut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.” you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, “But really, stop leading our boy on.” “I haven’t led him — or anyone for that matter — on!” now it’s Theo’s turn to speak “Well.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,” “That was a mistake.” “Still shitty.” Enzo says. You huff, “That’s — no! Even if it was shitty, it’s not like I’m in love with him. He shouldn’t’ve expected anything from me.” Draco raises an eyebrow “Wow, didn’t know Hufflepuffs were such—“ “Dude, don’t finish that sentence.” Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, “If you don’t like him, then don’t lead him on, it’s not difficult.” Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. “Tell him I don’t like him, and — that I’m sorry or whatever.” Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew it’d be this hard to get over him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?

As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. He’s plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. He’s got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, he’s rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You aren’t going to be any of those girls, not now at least.

My mind turns your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud — but not angry — footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. “What’s wrong Pans?” You ask once she catches her breath. “Riddle told me about what you said.” You wince at the mention, “Oh.” She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.” As an afterthought. “Never mind that, you are,” you furrow your eyebrows “—in love with him. You’re in love with him.” She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, “Am not!” In response. “You literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.” “In first year! Yeah, but that’s not now!” She rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/n/n, you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.” She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, “Okay, I’ve got detention now, see ya later.” Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that you’re in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t sleep with him.

I see me padding ‘cross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You aren’t supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldn’t come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you don’t. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.

At dinner parties, won’t call you out on your contrarian shit.

You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? That’s impossible, he’s him, you’re just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.

And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. ‘Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause it will never be.

He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as he’s smoothing out his shirt, he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you’re — well —in your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy “Mattheo?” and becomes serious again. “Um—hey.” He smiles gently, out of character for him. “I know it’s late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.” You rub your eyes and yawn, “Well?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I know we aren’t close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I mean—really like you. It’s so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, y’know a girl who I barely know. But you’re just different, you make me feel things—things that no one else does.” He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. “Anyway.. what I’m trying to say is, I think we’d be really good together. I want us to try it out, if you’d have me?” “Mattheo I—“

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????

PART TWO

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the-kr8tor · 10 months

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Hobie Brown Night-time headcanons.

Pairing: Spider-Punk x GN! Reader/ Hobie Brown x GN! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except having piercings), smut only implied. SFW

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Hobie almost always goes home really late and you'll be waiting for him, snoring away on the couch. Everytime he sees that you've fallen asleep waiting for him to come home guilt eats at him, so he always carries you to bed and tucks you in, to satiate the emotion.

But on rare occasions where he comes home at the same time you do or earlier than you've expected, he always greets you with a bear hug.

Whenever he had a bad day wrangling the villain of the week, when he thought he wouldn't come back home to you that day, he hugs you tighter, lifts you up, and twirls you around the living room just to hear you laugh. (Of course he wouldn't tell you that) Slowly Hobie's smile spreads across his face, lifting the day's hardships away from him.

If he ever comes home injured, you're always there ready to patch him up. You even learned how to properly stitch a wound ( from a youtube video no less) for him.

Of course there's always a time where you suggest going to the hospital whenever he has an injury you can't treat with just a simple first aid kit, but Hobie stubborn as he is just says-

"Your hands are just softer love, and you give me kisses right after, let's see the NHS do that"

You can't help but roll your eyes at his quip, but your true feelings show through with how your breath hitches. You focus on patching him up instead of thinking about how much pain he's experiencing. It's safe to say you don't sleep properly every time Hobie comes home injured, you always wake up in the middle of the night to check up on him. Thanks to his enhanced healing, he always gets back up in the morning.

When the planets align with Hobie coming home early and uninjured, you heal his soul by making him his favorite meal. Hobie helps a lot, no matter how many times you kick him out of the kitchen so he could relax for once. He couldn't help himself by helping you cook. Whenever you two are in the kitchen, laughter and warmth fills your modest flat.

"Hobie, you're gonna make the soup all clumpy!" You say with wide eyes as he straight up pours all the cornstarch without mixing it properly.

"I don't believe in consistency" Hobie tells you straight faced.

"What does that even mean!" You push him away with your hips, so you could fix the soup. He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up easily.

"Hobie, where are you taking me?!" You feign anger with your voice, but you failed when a giggle escaped your throat.

"I like it chewy!" Hobie replies with a smile.

"It's soup, it's not supposed to be chewy!" You struggle in his arms as he brings you to the couch. He drops you on the couch with an oof coming from you

"No Chewy soup for you then" he leans down on top of you for a kiss.

After a warm bath, you do your skincare routine or you try to at least, you keep stopping with your routine though. With Hobie sitting with one leg up on your counter, wearing a pair of fresh pajama pants that have a bunch of guitars printed on them, (You bought them for him years ago as a joke, he claims he hates them but he keeps wearing them the moment they come out of the washing machine) He's wearing one of his homemade band shirts, with its sleeves cut off by Hobie himself, his arms in full display. So you can't help but get distracted.

"Y'know you could always ask me to put some on you" you turn to him, eyes gleaming with hope that he finally takes you up on your offer.

"Like I'll ever need them" he winks at you. "And y'know how I don't like consumerism"

Knowing that he's won again, you shake your head at him with a small smile.

A few weeks later you find out why he's been watching you so intensely every time you do your skincare routine. You're out one night drinking with your friends at a local pub.

You get home drunk off your ass, This time Hobie's the one waiting for you on the couch. He shoots up from the couch the second he hears your keys jingle.

"Had fun, love?" He's waiting for you nonchalantly acting as if he wasn't snoring away on the couch.

"Heyyo baby" You greet him by hugging his middle. "Had soo much funn" your slurred speech making him smile.

"You also look like it" He tells your disheveled state.

"You're meannn" You say as he leads you to your shared bathroom.

He perches you on top of the counter with ease. And grabs all your skincare from the medicine cabinet.

"Whatcha doin" you asked with your head tilted, focusing really hard on Hobie's hands while he opens up your micellar water.

"Cleaning you up, so you don't break out" he says as he puts the soaked cotton ball on your face, softly cleaning it. "You're gonna thank me in the morning"

"Aha! So you do listen, you big softie you!" You playfully jab his face. In retaliation he rubs at your eyelids with the cotton ball without telling you.

"Whoops" he smirks. You give him your best angry face you could muster up while in your state, which ended up with Hobie laughing at your face.

If Hobie still has piercings that aren't fully healed yet, you offer your help in cleaning the hard to reach areas. If you have piercings that still need to be taken care of, Hobie always instigates to clean it for you since you always forget or are too tired to do it yourself.

Hobie's cleaning your new helix piercing with a cotton swab and saline. You're sitting on his lap, your back facing him.

" You're not a worm stop squirming" Hobie says, frustrated with you moving away from his lap.

"It tickles Hobie" You say with a laugh.

"Keep moving like that, and you'll get tickled a different way" Hobie teases, as he loops his legs on top of yours, locking you in place.

"Hobie!" You gasp at his implication.

At the end of the night you both finally lay down on your shared bed, you snuggle up to Hobie, as he tucks you both in the comforter. You cuddle and talk about your day until you both passout.

A/n: Hope you enjoyed reading! Sorry if it looks weird on pc, since I'm posting this on mobile. Feel free to like and reblog! ♥️

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Burning Desire 3 [Tighnari's Route]

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Tighnari x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After Scaramouche leaves your room, Tighnari offers to take care of you while you try to recover from your previous session with Scaramouche. While waiting for Tighnari to run you a bath, the burning pit in your stomach persists, leading to you attempting to relieve yourself from the desire. The aphrodisiac continues running in your system, making it nearly impossible to control yourself.

Note: Not gonna lie. I struggled with this smut because it's been a while since I've posted smut 🥲 Don't expect any of my smuts to be good because I've always been iffy about the smuts I wrote 💀 Anyway! Keep in mind that the Burning Desire routes are mostly/pure smut. It will be shorter compared to Crave because Crave has its own plot, whereas Burning Desire has routes where readers make the decision on who's route is next. This applies to all characters, not specific characters. As previously stated in my previous smut-fics, I tried to keep the story as gender-neutral as possible. All of my smuts do lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader with gender-neutral pronouns. As usual, minors DO NOT INTERACT! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: Horribly written smut, aphrodisiac, fingering, cervix fucking, oral [both receiving], mating press, hair pulling, biting, orgasm denial, creampie, another failed attempt of dom!reader, Tighnari is a bottom on the first part

Word Count: 5.9k

Burning Desire "chapters"/routes: [1], [2], [3], [4]

Tighnari peeks his head into your bedroom, his ears twitching. You smile at Tighnari and gesture for him to enter your room while pulling your blanket over your body. You’re exhausted, but you’re sure it’s not from your previous activities with Scaramouche. The ache between your legs is still there, and your body is hot as ever but not as hot as it was before you were able to get your release.

“If you don’t mind, do you want me to do a brief checkup on you?” Tighnari asks, walking into your room.

You gulp and nod. A checkup is harmless! It’s not like you’ll be jumping Tighnari’s bones and start humping him like your uncle’s horny dog back in your world. Well, you’re hoping that it doesn’t happen. The strange feeling in the pit of your stomach is still present, and even if Scaramouche fucked your brains out, you think you can go for a couple more rounds.

Tighnari walks to your bed, standing before you. Tighnari takes his gloves off, putting them on your nightstand beside your bed. He places his hand on your face, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead. The warmth of Tighnari’s hands is a huge contrast to the temperature of your body.

“You’re still overheating. Although your temperature is slightly better than what it was before,” Tighnari murmurs, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

Tighnari slowly removes his hands from your face, but you frantically grab Tighnari’s hands, keeping them on your face. His hands are surprisingly cool compared to your entire body. You feel like you were standing in the deserts of Sumeru for hours with no shade to shield you from the heat. Archons, you’re hot and suffering.

“How about I run you a cold bath, and you can soak in the bath to lower your body temperature? How does that sound to you?” Tighnari offers, running his fingers through your hair.

You whimper, pressing your face against Tighnari’s chest, trying your best to restrain yourself. “That sounds nice, Tighnari. It would mean a lot to me if you did that,” you reply.

Tighnari pulls away from you, only for you to reach out for him but quickly puts your hand on the mattress below you. Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you, staring at your face intently. Your pupils are dilated, your chest is heaving with every deep breath you’re taking, a thin layer of sweat is covering your naked body, and your mouth is agape.

“I can sense a ‘but’ after that response of yours….” Tighnari trails off, propping his hands on his hips. “What would you rather have me do other than draw you a cold bath?”

You gulp, looking away from Tighnari. You can’t tell if your face is heating up because of embarrassment or if it’s because you didn’t want to admit how much you desire Tighnari to bury his cock deep inside your sopping wet hole. Tighnari doesn’t want to tell you this, but he can smell how wet you are.

“Please draw me a bath. I don’t know how much longer I can take the heat,” you reply.

Tighnari smiles and squeezes your bare shoulders before walking to your bathroom to draw you a cold bath to soak in. After Tighnari went to your bathroom, you collapsed on your bed, hands itching to slither down to soothe the ache between your legs. Your core is throbbing, and you really want to relieve it.

Looking over your shoulders toward the bathroom, you slide your dominant hand to your sopping-wet groin. You shudder when your fingers make contact with your hot core. You gulp and slowly penetrate your throbbing entrance with your middle and ring fingers, biting down on your tongue to muffle your groans.

“What are you doing?”

Your head jerks up to see Tighnari peering down at you. How in the world did he get on your bed without making any noise? You slowly pull your fingers out from your quivering hole. Thank Archons, you have a blanket over your naked body, or else Tighnari would see what you’re doing. Man, this is such an awkward position to be put in.

You give Tighnari a sheepish smile. “Did you start the bath?” You squeak, trying to change the subject and divert his attention elsewhere.

Tighnari raises his eyebrows at you before nodding slowly. “Yes, I drew a bath for you. I made sure it’s cold enough to cool your temperature down but not too cold to the point where you refuse to get in,” Tighnari replies. Tighnari turns around, motioning for you to follow after him. “Now come, or else the bath will become warm.”

Tighnari walks into the bathroom, leaving you behind on your bed.

“I wish I could cum again.”

You sigh, sitting up and getting off your bed. You wrap your throw blanket over your naked body, waddling to the bathroom where Tighnari is waiting for you. Tighnari dips his fingers into the water, testing the temperature. You stare at Tighnari’s fingers in a daze. If only his fingers were inside of you instead— you shake your head and lightly smack your forehead.

Tighnari snaps his fingers, pulling you out of your thoughts. You give Tighnari a weak smile when he points at the bathtub. You gesture for Tighnari to turn around so you can drop the blanket and get into the bathtub without feeling self-conscious while he looks at you.

Tighnari sighs, turns around, and closes his eyes. You slowly remove the blanket off your body and place it on the sink before dipping your toe into the bathtub. Goosebumps immediately rise on your body as you slowly get into the bathtub. You shudder, sitting down and sinking neck-deep into the tub.

“Alright, you can, uh, look now,” you say, covering your chest with your hands while pressing your legs against your chest.

Tighnari turns around and kneels beside the bathtub, pressing his hand against your face again. You clear your throat, beginning to shake your legs in the bathtub. You don’t know how much longer you’ll last. You’re in desperate need of release. Scaramouche was able to relieve you a tiny bit, but the burning pit in your stomach remains raging.

Tighnari pulls away and rests his elbows on the edge of the bathtub, examining you closely. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look shaken up,” Tighnari murmurs, resting his chin on his arms.

You jokingly say, “Maybe it’s the Scaramouche effect. After all, Scaramoouche did fuck my brains out.”

Tighnari snorts, shaking his head. You and Tighnari sit in silence while you sit in the cold water. Your body temperature doesn’t feel like it’s going to go down any time soon. Your core continues to throb painfully in the cold water. You’re itching to find release, but alas, you’re not sure if Tighnari would be okay with helping you with your issue.

You unknowingly let out a huff of breath, resting your chin on your knees. “Tighnari?” You whisper.

Tighnari tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “Yes, [Y/N]?”

You close your eyes, hugging your legs to your chest. “Do you know how much longer I’ll feel this way?”

“What do you mean? Can you clarify?” Tighnari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Archons, this is where you didn’t want the conversation to go— you having to explain to Tighnari about your desperation for release. It’s been a few days since you have inhaled the aphrodisiac that exploded all over your face, causing you to inhale large amounts of the powder. You want it to be over already because the constant horniness is driving you up the walls.

You let out a shaky sigh. “Since I breathed in the aphrodisiac, do you know how long it’ll be in my system? Despite Scaramouche’s help, it’s still affecting me but not nearly as bad as it was before,” you reply.

Tighnari hums, leaning away from the tub while stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger. “Unfortunately, I don’t know how long it’ll be in your system. You did breathe in a lot of that powder, and the best thing we can do is either assist you with your situation or we wait it out,” replies Tighnari.

You whimper pathetically, wanting to drown yourself in the bathtub water. There’s no way you can wait it out, even if it’s suggested. Well, it was recommended, but you don’t think you can last any longer if you wait it out. The aching between your legs, the wetness trailing down your legs, your bundle of nerves swollen with need, and the fire in the pit of your stomach is hard to ignore.

“I don’t think I can wait it out, Tighnari,” you whimper, “like you said, I breathed in a lot of the aphrodisiac, and we don’t know how long it’ll be in my system.”

Tighnari stares at you; his gaze darkens. “And what do you want to do? Again, it is up to you to decide whether you want someone to assist you with your situation or to wait it out,” Tighnari says.

Your bottom lip quivers. Is Tighnari trying to make you say it out loud? It’s humiliating to have to voice out your burning desire to have someone fuck your brains out until it's mush. You bite on your tongue and close your eyes, burying your face into your knees. Tighnari reaches forward and grabs you by your chin, and turns your head to make eye contact with him.

“What is it that you want?” Tighnari demands.

You swallow the forming lump in your throat. “I want you, or someone, to please help me with my problem. Please, Tighnari,” you plead.

The words tumbling out of your mouth didn’t make sense to you, but you hope you’re able to get the message across. Tighnari smiles and releases your chin before standing up. Tighnari walks over to where your towel hangs, grabs it, and walks to the tub. You hesitantly drain the bathtub and stand up. You take the towel from Tighnari’s hands and wrap it around your naked body, stepping out of the bathtub like a newborn fawn.

Tighnari grabs your bicep, steadying you. You smile at Tighnari sheepishly before walking back into your room with Tighnari beside you. Tighnari lightly pushes you onto your bed, unraveling the towel from your bare body. Tighnari scans your naked body, his pupils wide. You gulp and grip the towel tightly.

You pout and tug at Tighnari’s clothes. “It’s not fair for me to be the only one naked in this situation,” you murmur.

Tighnari’s lips twitch with amusement. “Well, I need to make sure your body is functioning fine, right? There are a few checkups I still need to do, remember?” Tighnari asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“But Tighnari—”

Tighnari presses his index finger against your lips, shushing you. “Once I get your checkup done, I’ll strip, alright?” Tighnari reassures you.

You nod and lay back, gulping nervously. Tighnari hums with satisfaction before pulling you to the edge of the bed and kicking your legs apart. Tighnari places both your legs on the bed, stretching them out for him to see your dripping entrance.

Wordlessly, Tighnari kneels before your wet hole, reaching forward and swiping his fingers up your entrance. You jolt at the feeling of his fingers pressing and swiping at your hole. Tighnari chuckles under his breath before inspecting the clear substance on the tip of his index and middle finger.

“It’s interesting how the aphrodisiac is causing you to produce way more lubricant than an average person,” Tighnari murmurs.

You shut your eyes and look away, heat rushing to your face. How can Tighnari talk about this stuff so casually without feeling embarrassed about it? Maybe you feel this way because you’re the one that’s naked, and Tighnari is only a few inches from your aching heat. Tighnari brushes his thumb against your swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper and tense under his hands.

Tighnari hums. “You’re also extra sensitive as well,” Tighnari says.

You press your lips into a thin line and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. You don’t know how much longer you can wait until Tighnari is finished with your checkup. Every reaction you have is from the aphrodisiac. You’re producing way more lubricant, and you’re very sensitive to the littlest touch.

You grab Tighnari’s hand and pull him. Tighnari stumbles and cages you between your bed and his body. You lace your fingers in Tighnari’s hair and press your lips against his, wrapping your legs around his waist. Tighnari pulls away from the kiss, taking a step back while taking his clothes off. You sit up and begin helping Tighnari with taking off his clothes and accessories.

Your hands are trembling, fumbling with the buttons and zippers on his clothes.

You and Tighnari could take it slow, but the longer you’re forced to wait it out and be patient, the more the ache between your legs continues to grow. Tighnari’s clothes have a lot of intricate details and accessories, making them a little bit complicated to take off compared to Scaramouche’s clothes.

Tighnari can sense your frustration as you struggle to take a piece of clothing off his body. “A little impatient, are we?” Tighnari chuckles.

You grumble and yank the final piece of clothing off his body. Now standing naked before you, Tighnari pushes you onto your back and kneels in front of you. Tighnari grabs your legs and spreads them apart. You know that Tighnari wants to prepare you for what’s going to happen, but since you’re already so wet and are dripping onto your bedsheets, there was no need for him to bury his face into your damp entrance.

Tighnari tilts your head up, stroking your cheek. “I’m going to penetrate you now, alright?” Tighnari asks.

Despite the fiery pit of need you’re feeling in your gut, you can’t help but do a double take when Tighnari says that. Who says that before having sex with someone? You snort, making Tighnari looks at you with confusion. You grab Tighnari by his forearms and pull him to lie down beside you.

You hover above Tighnari, staring down at the confused forest ranger. You wrap your fingers around Tighnari’s erect cock, giving Tighnari’s cock slow strokes. Tighnari tenses and lets out a breathy moan, crumbling beneath your hands. You can’t tell if Tighnari’s a virgin or if he’s a bottom. The way he reacted when you wrapped your fingers around his pulsing cock, his reaction to you stroking his dick at a slow pace, made you assume he was either two. But hey, there’s no shame in being a bottom or a virgin. It’s almost cute, and it makes you want to fuck his brains out until he cries.

You continue to stroke his cock, pre-cum beading at the slit of his dick. You lean down and take him into your mouth. Tighnari moans, running his fingers through your hair before gripping at the roots tightly. You bobbed your head, stroking the base of Tighnari’s cock and massaging his balls.

The sound of Tighnari’s moans, whimpers, and the sound of you sucking on his cock fills the room. You lightly squeezed his cock before releasing his dick from your mouth with an audible pop. You continue to stroke Tighnari’s cock, leaning down to lick and suck on his balls. Tighnari hisses and clenches his jaws, his body arching and his toes curling.

“Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on you?” Tighnari whimpers, biting on his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

You stop what you’re doing and release his now red cock. You chuckle and wipe the string of saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. “Oh? Are you not enjoying the blowjob?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

Tighnari’s face is flushed, his ears are pulled back, and his chest is heaving up and down with the deep breaths he’s taking. Tighnari doesn’t respond. He only gives you a pleading look. You crawl forward and press a kiss on Tighnari’s forehead.

“We’ll focus on my needs after I give you your first orgasm,” you reply nonchalantly.

Tighnari groans and looks away, his face almost as red as Diluc’s hair. You grab Tighnari’s aching dick before taking him in all the way until the mushroom tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to gag. Feeling the walls of your throat tightening around his cock, Tighnari lets out a loud groan as he feels his impending release.

You continue to stroke the base of his cock, and massage his balls while deep-throating him.

Tighnari grabs the bedsheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. Tighnari grabs your hair with the other hand and forces you to take his throbbing cock. It happened so suddenly that none of you—especially Tighnari— expected it. Tighnari whimpers and cums into your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he becomes limp.

You pull Tighnari’s cock out from your mouth with a pop, swallowing his cum and wiping your mouth. You shuddered as you swallowed the salty fluid, face pinching with distaste. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling of consuming someone’s bodily fluids. Tighnari looks at you with bleary eyes, his cheeks flushed.

You brush his hair away from his face, smiling at him while ignoring your dripping hole and the growing fire in the pit of your stomach. Tighnari caresses your cheek, giving you a breathless smile. You lean down and kiss his forehead.

You pull away and sit in front of him. “How are you feeling?” You murmur.

Tighnari stares at you, still dazed from his release. Tighnari props himself up. “I feel great, but….” Tighnari trails off. “We were supposed to focus on you.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t mind taking charge. Plus, you don’t look like the type to be dominant in bed,” you tease, poking Tighnari’s bare chest with a teasing smile.

Tighnari huffs and glares at you, his cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. He reaches for your wrist and pulls you toward him. You cage Tighnari against your bed, pushing him down with one hand before straddling his hips. Tighnari stares up at you while you kneel, reaching for his cock behind you. You give his cock a few strokes, feeling his dick slowly harden in your grasp. Tighnari bites on his bottom lip as he watches you pump his now erect cock. You arch your back, lean on one leg and rub the tip of Tighnari’s cock against your damp folds. You and Tighnari shudder at the feeling.

You line Tighnari’s cock at your entrance before slowly sinking down. Tighnari groans, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you down on his pulsing dick. Tighnari gasps and moans when his cock is engulfed by the walls of your entrance. You dig your nails into Tighnari’s shoulders, whimpering at the stretch.

Not long later, Tighnari’s balls deep inside your cavern. You shiver and bury your face into Tighnari’s neck. Your heat clenches and unclenches around Tighnari’s thick, hot, pulsing cock. Tighnari’s hands slide down to the globes of your ass and squeeze your ass cheeks, digging his nails into your ass.

You remain sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside your entrance, trying to adjust to a new stretch. You have Tighnari lay on his back while you remain seated. Tighnari keeps his hands on your ass, occasionally moaning and panting as your walls squeeze around his pulsing member.

Tighnari taps on your ass to grab your attention. “Move, please,” Tighnari grunts, lightly thrusting upward and letting out a choked moan when the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix.

You involuntarily clench around Tighnari’s dick. You lean back, arch your back, place your hands on Tighnari’s thighs, and begin sliding up and down his cock. Tighnari digs his nails into your thighs before sliding his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down his throbbing cock.

You push yourself upward while continuing to bounce on his cock. You lean forward before placing your hands on his lower abdomen.

You roll and grind your loins against Tighnari’s pubic bone, feeling pleasure pulse through your body when your swollen bundle of nerves rubs up against Tighnari’s pubic bone. You jolt and tense, letting out a shaky sigh. Tighnari reaches up with one hand, groping at your chest, pinching and squeezing your nipples with his thumb and index finger.

You grab Tighnari’s other hand at your waist, lacing your fingers with his. Tighnari shifts from underneath you and wraps his arms around your waist before flipping you over on your back. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to adjust to what happened. Tighnari looms over you, caging you with his arms while panting above you.

Tighnari grabs your chin and tilts your head up before crashing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders while Tighnari has you wrap your legs around his slim waist while he’s rutting against your entrance. You and Tighnari moan into each other’s lips, rubbing your tongues against each other and holding onto each other like your life depended on it.

“You drive me crazy,” Tighnari murmurs against your lips.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his face against the base of your neck. You tighten your legs around his waist, making sure not to hurt his tail by accident. You subconsciously reach up and run your fingers through Tighnari’s soft hair, brushing your fingers against his ears. Tighnari whimpers and nuzzles his face further into your neck, lightly nibbling on your neck. You lightly pull on his hair, making Tighnari moan and thrust hard into your hot entrance.

Tighnari reaches down between your legs, lightly rubbing and pinching your engorged nerves. You jolt and clench your jaws, digging your nails into Tighnari’s back. Tighnari releases your swollen, pinched bundle of nerves before grabbing onto the headboard of your bed. He presses a brief kiss on the side of your head before slowly thrusting in and out of your entrance. You grab onto the bedsheets below you, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrust halfway.

The bulbous tip of Tighnari’s cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, making your toes curl and your back arch with pleasure. You bite on your bottom lip to muffle your whimpers and moans, but Tighnari doesn’t seem to like that you’re holding back the sweet noises he’s coaxing out of you by thrusting in and out of your entrance.

Tighnari starts to quicken his pace, the headboard of your bed thumping against the wall behind you. Tighnari presses his hips against yours, making sure to press the tip of his cock against your cervix until you wail from either pain or pleasure. Both are good. It lets him know that you’re reacting well to his actions and that you’re not unresponsive to his actions. Tighnari’s curious about how sensitive the aphrodisiac made you.

“Tighnari, faster!” You whine, tugging on his arm to get his attention.

Tighnari takes a deep breath and unwraps one of your legs around his waist before placing them over his shoulders. Tighnari lays on top of you with his arms propping him up beside your head on the pillow and pistons his member into you repeatedly. While ramming his cock in and out of your entrance, Tighnari grabs you by your hair, tilts your head to the side as he leans down, and bites your neck hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a loud yelp, writhing beneath him. Tighnari moans as he licks and sucks on the area where he bit you, tasting your blood on his tongue. Tighnari laps at the bite mark, his hips stuttering against yours. Tighnari has knowingly marked you as his, and knowing how the others are going to react, gives him a sense of thrill. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, his lips trailing down to your collarbone while battering your cervix with the tip of his cock. You lift a shaky hand to the spot where Tighnari bit you, and you can feel the teeth marks and cut skin underneath your fingertips.

Tighnari latches his lips onto your collarbone and sucks on your collarbone. You tighten one leg around Tighnari’s waist and grind your hips against yours, trying to find a sense of relief as you feel a familiar knot beginning to form in your lower abdomen. At the same time, Tighnari continues to rail his cock deep inside of you. Archons, you can feel your impending orgasm, but it feels so far away. You wanted to cry out of frustration as you reached for the engorged nerves, pinching, rolling, and rubbing them with your thumb and index finger.

Tighnari grunts, feeling your walls tighten and pulse around his cock. Tighnari can feel his orgasm slowly start to build up as he continues to plunge his member in and out of your squelching wet hole. You can feel the tight rope in your lower abdomen start to tighten up as you’re nearing your orgasm. Tighnari suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine and protest the sudden emptiness.

“Why did you pull out, Tighnari!? I was so close!” You whine.

Tighnari doesn’t answer you. Instead, he grabs both of your legs, presses them against your chest until you can barely move, and spits on your sopping wet, throbbing entrance. Tighnari covers your loins with his mouth and begins eating you out. His tongue swirls on your engorged nerve, swiping his tongue over your slit and burying his face between your legs.

You tangle your fingers in Tighnari’s luscious hair, grinding your entrance against Tighnari’s face as he continuously licks, slurps, and plunges his tongue in and out of your entrance. Tighnari’s canines scrape against your swollen bundles of nerves, causing you to jerk beneath him and whimper. Your legs are burning from being pressed against your chest for a long time and shaking from pleasure. Noticing your reaction to Tighnari’s canines scraping your engorged bundle of nerves, Tighnari latches his lips against the small ball and sucks on it. You’re writhing, arching your back, tugging on Tighnari’s hair, and your toes are curling so tightly that it’s starting to hurt.

While you’re distracted, Tighnari inserts his middle and ring finger into your sopping, wet hole. You tensed up and groaned, whimpering as the man started pumping his fingers at a fast pace. Tighnari feels your walls tighten around his fingers, thus prompting him to pick up the pace, and before Tighnari knows it, you squeeze around his fingers. Tighnari pulls his fingers out from your heat, only for you to cry out with frustration due to Tighnari denying you of your orgasm for the second time.

“Dammit, Tighnari! Why can’t you just let me cum!” You whine, throwing your head back with frustration.

Tighnari climbs back up and crashes his lips against yours, tangling his fingers in your hair while lining the tip of his cock to your entrance. He grabs one of your legs and places them over your shoulders before slamming his cock into your heat. You bite down on Tighnari’s bottom lip at the sudden intrusion, tensing beneath him and choking out a moan.

Tighnari pulls from the kiss and adjusts his position before grabbing your waist. Tighnari starts pistoning his throbbing cock into your pulsing entrance. Every time Tighnari enters your dripping entrance, you tighten around him. Tighnari makes sure to grind his pubic bone against your throbbing, engorged bundle of nerves.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach down to rub the small ball of nerves while Tighnari hammers his dick into your squelching entrance repeatedly. Tighnari digs his nails into your waist, slamming the bulbous tip of his cock into you so hard that it punches your cervix each time he thrusts. The more Tighnari continues to plunge his dick in and out of your sopping, squelching entrance and grinds his pubic bone against your swollen bundle of nerves. With you stimulating the small nerve, the tight rope in your lower abdomen tightens and tightens until your vision goes white.

You cum around Tighnari’s cock, becoming limp on your bed. At the same time, Tighnari shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside your abused hole, painting the walls of your entrance milky white. Tighnari groans and collapses on top of you, his face burying into your neck as he continues to fill your insides with his cum. After a few minutes, Tighnari pulls his now soft cock out of your entrance.

You wince at the emptiness, visibly shuddering when the mix of your and Tighnari’s cum spill out of your cavern. Tighnari collapses beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist while trying to catch his breath. Once your vision comes back, you rub your eyes as you feel the exhaustion start to catch up to you. Maybe it’s best for you to take a break from finding relief. The fiery pit in your stomach continues to rage on, and your loins continue to ache with need.

You hear a light knock coming from your bedroom door. You and Tighnari look at one another. Archons, both of you are a little worn out from your sextivities, and having to get up from the bed and answer the door feels like a chore.

“Give us a moment!” Tighnari calls out, getting up from your bed and putting his clothes on. Tighnari turns to you. “Do you want to clean up? You can stay in bed if that’s what you would prefer.”

You blink at Tighnari with bleary eyes, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand. Do you want to get up right now? You’re tired and sore, and constantly rubbing, pinching, and twisting your swollen bundle of nerves made you feel extra sensitive than you already are.

You clear your throat, running your hands through your messy hair. “Yeah, I’m going to clean up again, and you can let whoever’s at the door into the room while I clean up,” you reply.

You get off your bed with shaky legs, shivering when you feel your and Tighnari’s mixed cum spilling and running down the insides of your legs and to the ground. You made a mental note to yourself to clean the bedsheets on the floor once you’re done cleaning up.

You grab a change of clean clothes and underwear, then go to the bathroom to take a shower. Before you step into the shower, you use the toilet and wipe yourself down. You turn the shower on and begin taking a shower, making sure to scrub every part of your body with body wash. You did feel some kind of relief from your intense need. Still, despite Scaramouche and Tighnari helping you reach your orgasm, the same feeling in your gut remains.

“How much of that aphrodisiac did I inhale?”

You shake your head and wash away the suds and bubbles on your body before lathering your hair in shampoo and conditioner. Whatever the amount it was, you want it to go away already. You don’t know how much more you can take and how much more your poor genitals can handle being railed over and over by all types of cocks from your lovers. But what you do know is that you need a break from being fucked repeatedly because you’re starting to get hungry, and you need to rest.

After fifteen minutes of taking a shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. You look tired, and you’re not sure if it’s from Scaramouche and Tighnari or if the aphrodisiac is starting to physically affect you. You quickly got dressed into your underwear and clothes, wrapping the towel around your head before walking out of your bathroom with a pack of wet wipes in your hands.

Tighnari looks up and waves to you with the bedsheets in your hands. “How are you feeling?”

You squat down to where the bodily fluids are and begin wiping them with the wet wipes. “I’m feeling okay. I do feel tired and a little bit hungry,” you murmur, tossing the wet wipes into the trash can and placing the wet wipes on your desk.

Tighnari goes to the door and unlocks it. The door opens, and enters Thoma, holding a tray of food in his hands.

“Hey! I figured you might be hungry from your… activities. So, I made food for you to eat,” Thoma says, putting the food tray on your desk.

You smile at Thoma. “Thank you, Thoma. I really appreciate it. I’m starting to get hungry, so you brought food at a perfect time,” you reply, walking to the window and opening them to let fresh cool air into your bedroom.

You sit on your bare mattress and begin eating the food Thoma made for you while the others start piling into your room one by one. It’s a good thing your bedroom isn’t a mess and that the sheets are getting cleaned. It would be awkward if the men sat on the soiled bedsheets.

Baizhu approaches you with Dottore and Albedo at his side. “How are you feeling?” Baizhu asks.

You sigh and lightly stab the fried fowl with your fork before dipping it into the sauce. “I feel fine, for now. I notice that even after I had an orgasm, the fiery pit in my stomach will return not long after,” you reply.

Dottore props one hand on his hips while stroking his chin with the other. “That’s strange. It doesn’t seem like the aphrodisiac will be leaving your system any time soon, unfortunately,” Dottore sighs, turning to look at the others with a frown.

“I think you should take a break from this for today. I understand you’re in desperate need to get the aphrodisiac out of your system, but you do need to rest. You can’t continue this until it goes away. You’ll overexert yourself,” Albedo says, tapping his foot on the ground.

You nod. Albedo’s not wrong. You do need a break, and while sex lasts only a few minutes, sex requires a lot of energy. You don’t think you can handle having another person dick you down while you feel like a limp noodle. Although, it does sound nice— getting dicked down. But you don’t feel sexy right now. You feel like you woke up from your grave not long ago.

“Alright. I’ll take a break for today, and whoever wants to be the next person to dick me down until my insides are molded to—” Dainsleif covers your mouth with his hands.

Dainsleif sighs, his cheeks bright red. “Please, just finish your food and get some rest,” Dainsleif pleads.

You blink and Dainsleif and nod. Dainsleif removes his hands from your mouth and lets you proceed to eat your food. You wonder who’s going to be the next person to try to fuck the aphrodisiac out of your system.

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Adopt a Jock Part Four / Part Five P 1 YOU ARE HERE / Part Five P 2

As always I own my soul to @chalkysgarbagefire and Hayley for helpin out with this one!

The problem with D&D games was that the drama room was only available on specific days.

As in, the days Hellfire was scheduled as a club for, much to said club’s distress.

This led directly into the second issue Hellfire faced--finding a place to host them all when they wanted to do something as a group outside of the main campaign they played.

(At least anything D&D related, with all of the screaming, ranting, and frantic dice rolling that came with it.)

Gareth knew Eddie had been lying through his teeth when he'd try to pitch Steve's house as a Hellfire hangout. Accepted that they’d never get to use all the sweet, sweet space Steve was known to have as much as he’d accepted Steve himself.

It was a lot, after all. Particularly when Eddie’s one-shots were known to last a good chunk of the day.

Once again, Steve had proved them all wrong.

(“We can use my house.” were five words not a single person at the table had ever expected to hear out of Harrington’s mouth, and it showed in the shocked silence that followed when he actually spoke them.

“What?” Steve asked, as six pairs of eyes stared at him. “Space is the problem right? So my house is the perfect solution.”

“Are you sure dude?” Grant asked hesitantly. “You know this one-shot isn’t gonna be a like, two hour thing, right?”

To their surprise Steve just gave him a flat, almost dead-eyed stare in return. “I’ve hosted the kids at my place before. Believe me, I am well aware.”

“As long as you’re absolutely sure…” Jeff had added, and could only roll his eyes when he got a sassy response from Steve.

Gareth of course, caught the way Steve kept seeking out Eddie’s eyes, as if hoping to make their oldest friend smile simply by offering up his house.

He didn’t even need to look to know it was working.)

It had taken some creative thinking (and a few wild excuses) to finangle things so that he could show up to Steve's literal castle of a home before anyone else without alerting Eddie but he'd managed it.

It was in fact, looking to be the highlight of Gareth's month.

Possibly the year, if they managed to pull off the little plot he had cooked up.

“I still don’t get how this is a prank.” Steve said, as Gareth prepped him before the others arrived.

"Trust me. If Eddie is anything, it's a jealous bitch." Gareth replied, seated on one of the countertops. "We dethrone him and he's gonna make an ass of himself for the next week. It'll be hilarious."

"I fail to see how that's different than usual." Steve grumbled as he bustled about.

Upon arrival Gareth had found him elbow deep into making cookies and what appeared to be themed cocktails, among several other bowls full of snacks of all kinds.

There was even little finger sandwiches, the kind that absolutely looked homemade, and Gareth would have teased him about that except he’d instantly stuffed two in his mouth.

("I won't be able to host since I'm playing, so I just want everything done before anyone comes over." Was Steve's explanation, when Gareth did manage to get out a few teasing quips.

With the proud lack of manners so many teenage boys possessed, Gareth talked right through his mouth of food. "God you’re a dork. How the hell did you get popular?"

"Shut up Emerson, you're wearing two jackets." Steve snipped in response, as if he didn’t look like the poster boy for Nordstrom.)

"Don't bring logic into this." Gareth continued, as he tried to snag some cookie dough.

Steve smacked the back of his hand with a spoon.

"Get a bowl and a spoon if you're going to eat the dough!" Steve grumbled at him, already bustling to get said bowl and spoon himself. “God you’re worse than Eddie. And the kids!”

Gareth waited until Steve turned before he stuck his tongue out at him. "Whatever you say, mom."

He got an over exaggerated eye roll in response.

"Anyway, the point is you're gonna witness something we'll get to tease Eddie about for years." Gareth said, as he watched Steve dole out some dough.

"You get to watch the little hamster on the wheel that powers Eddie's brain lose its shit and cause him to do something really stupid.” He made grabby hands for the bowl and spoon, and tucking in delightfully the second Steve handed them over.

Steve himself treated the entire exchange like he was feeding a particularly vicious and wild animal, making a show of yanking his hands back like Gareth might just go for his fingers. "I just don't understand why the thing you wanna fight about is cuddling."

"Bragging rights. The jokes we can make. The fact that your thighs look like they were made out of clouds, take your pick man.” Gareth counted off, in-between bites of dough.

"Clouds?" Steve asked, tilting his head.

“Big muscley clouds, Harrington. Also Grant’s here.”

Steve blinked. “How do you-” He asked, right before the sound of a car with an engine far too loud pulled into his driveway.

“He drives an absolute piece of crap. You ride in that thing one time and you’ll be able to hear it coming for the rest of your life.” Gareth explained, as Steve peered out the kitchen and down to his front doors.

(Plural, because he had two.

Gareth had never felt more judged by slabs of wood in his life than he had when he’d walked through them.)

"Last chance to bail, Stevie.” Gareth teased. “I won't hold it against you if you call it off mid-show though."

Steve didn’t answer for a moment, too busy disrobing from his baking apron—a bright yellow and red garment that practically swallowed him whole, complete with an embroidered ‘Claudia Henderson’ over the right breast. The embroidery gave rise to a few questions but Gareth decided to save them for later.

"No, something this fucking weird has to have a story behind it and I want to witness the fallout.” Steve finally replied, before rushing out of the kitchen.

He ripped open his front door, right after a knock echoed loudly throughout the house.

“Shit! What the hell man, were you just waiting to do that!?” Stewart yelped, prompting Gareth to snicker quietly and Steve to apologize.

Like the wealthy housewife he’d been no doubt raised by, Steve went through a whole spiel as he ushered Stewart and Grant in, pointing out bathrooms, letting them know where the game was going to take place (the giant fuck off table that looked like it should be hosting some kind of high-stakes negotiation instead of a bunch of nerds) and where they could put their things (into a closet dedicated to just guests.)

The trio of Eddie, Tiffany and Jeff arrived next, the latter two having been roped into helping Eddie haul his “D&D To Go” bags around.

Steve started his little host speech over, much to Gareth’s amusement, fluttering about and entirely forgetting about his cookies until the oven dinged, causing him to swear and rush back into the kitchen.

“Dude, breathe.” Gareth told him, almost done with his bowl. “It’s a D&D game, you don’t gotta go full out for us.”

“I just want to make sure everyone has a good time.“ Steve said with a shrug. Like none of the effort he’d gone to, was a big deal.

“Careful Harrington, say stuff like that again and we’re going to start thinking you enjoy hosting us.”

“Shut up Gary.” Steve said, setting his cookies on a cooling rack. “And put that bowl in the sink!”

Gareth jumped off the counter, trying his best to remove the shit eating from his face.

He failed entirely.

xXx

As far as pranks went, this one required quite the set up.

They couldn’t do it in the beginning of the D&D game--too obvious, and too easy for Eddie to call bullshit.

Doing it at the end wouldn’t work either. Eddie would know they were trying to rile him up and would no doubt find a way to ruin it.

Years of being Munson’s best friend had afforded Gareth the knowledge that this was going to have to be split in two parts, and the first part, the setup, started now.

Slowly. Methodically.

In a way that wouldn't spook Steve, or trigger Eddie's sense for trouble.

Gareth began by selecting a seat as far away from Eddie as possible, knowing his lovestruck idiot friend would be pulling out all the stops tonight in order to impress Steve (and get him to keep playing, of course.)

Sure enough, as soon as Eddie was done setting up he crooked a finger in Steve's direction.

“Harrington you’re here, next to me.” Eddie flashed him his most award winning grin, the one that said he was up to trouble in that charming, ‘aren’t I just a charming ol’ rogue?” sort of way.

“I made you a human fighter, just to start you off." He continued, as Steve took the seat next to him. "You can always make your own character later if you don't like playing this class, but I made this set up as straightforward as possible.”

“Human fighter huh?” Steve said, glancing down the sheet. “Okay.”

“You have any questions, you just ask. I promise I won’t bite. Not for your first time anyway.” Eddie winked, dipping in and out of Steve's space as he did so.

“Dude, I am begging you to please stop saying shit like that.” Jeff said with a long suffering sigh.

“No.” Eddie replied promptly, sticking his tongue out.

Steve just ducked his head to hide his smile.

A harsh clap halted any further response, as Eddie settled back into his seat and dipped into his DM narrator voice.

"Alright my little adventurers! Are we ready to begin?" He looked around as everyone looked towards him, the energy shifting instantly in the room.

Eddie grinned gleefully. "Perfect. You all wake up at an Inn, with no memory of how you got there…"

A story was quickly spun, one of mysterious memory loss and a sense that the group needed to stay together. Introductions were given once everyone came into the tavern of the inn, cut short when they were interrupted by a lone barkeep.

“Is the barkeep a human?” Steve cut in.

Eddie paused, temporarily thrown, but nodded encouragingly. “Yes, he is actually!”

Grant and Jeff both went to open their mouths, no doubt to tease, but Harrington beat them to it.

“Okay, I roll to fight him, or whatever.” Steve said.

“I--what?” Eddie asked.

“I roll to fight him.” Steve repeated. “Oh and my character screams “Death to humans!” before he attacks.”

He sat back with a smug little grin, and watched as Eddie froze in surprise, while Grant and Stewart's jaws promptly hit the floor.

“Harrington, you menace.” Tiff cackled, delighted.

Eddie just threw his head back and laughed.

It set the tone quite nicely for the rest of the one-shot.

xXx

“Grant, why are you looking at me through a fork?” Steve asked, about thirty minutes into the game.

“I’m pretending you’re in jail.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Grant, whose character had to physically carry Steve's fighter out of two altercations he started, just gave him a flat look. “It’s spiritually healing.”

"Hey Jeff." Gareth asked quietly, as banter was traded. "I'm catching a hell of a draft over here."

Jeff raised an eyebrow at him. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Switch me seats?"

Jeff rolled his eyes, but gave in easily enough.

"Fine." He said.

Gareth did his best to keep his grin off his face.

Step one, complete!

xxx

"You come upon a door." Eddie said, sitting deep in his seat while steepling his fingers. "It's a normal door, unremarkable in every way except for two things."

Groans filled the room, startling Steve.

"Oh god, not again." Stewart moaned, raking his hands through his hair. "I can't do this again!"

Eddie's grin merely grew. "The first odd thing you notice is that the door has been put into the wall at a tilt."

"I'm gonna kill him." Tiff snarled, writing something frantically in her notes. "Munson is a dead man walking."

"What is happening?" Steve asked, glancing around.

"The second thing is that you recognize this door." Eddie's grin was Cheshire cat-esque, smug in the chaos he was causing among his friends. "It's the same door you saw at the beginning of this adventure, leading into the room the Innkeeper asked you to stay away from."

"We're boned." Grant announced, throwing himself dramatically back against his chair.

Gareth made his own dramatic, frustrated noise, banging his fist on the table.

The full glass of soda next to him wobbled dangerously.

With a cough, he made another loud "ugh!" smacking his fist down a second time, closer to the glass.

As intended, it spilled all over Tiffany.

"Dude!" She exclaimed, shoving her chair backwards and jumping up.

"Oh shit Tiff, I'm so sorry!" Gareth gasped.

It was hard to keep a straight (albeit very sorry, least Tiffany hit him with her papers) face, but he managed.

Barely.

"You got my shirt wet you dick!"

"Here, switch it with this." Gareth stood, unwrapping the red and black checkered sweater from his waist. He offered it up with an apologetic face as Tiff snatched it out of his hands with a glare.

"I'll switch you seats too!" He called as she stormed off towards the bathroom.

Jeff and Grant both stared at him with raised eyebrows as Gareth quickly shuffled his and Tiff's stuff around, taking her now sticky chair.

"Maybe we should take a break?" He suggested, trying to act embarrassed when he was anything but. "This whole area needs to be wiped down."

"Five minutes." Eddie conceded. "I wanted one of Stevie's delicious cookies anyway." He stood, putting his arms up in a lazy stretch.

Steve stood with him, leaning over to examine the mess Gareth had made. “We can wipe this down but this wood’s kinda funny, it’s gonna be wet for a bit no matter how much we dry it.”

“Well shit.” Gareth said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about the table man.”

Steve waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, the kids spill on it constantly. You are probably going to need a different chair though unless you’re fine with your ass getting wet.”

“Do you have another chair somewhere, Stevie?” Eddie asked, making a show of looking around. “Cause I’m not seeing one. Not that I care if Gary-Berry sits on the floor.”

Steve had several extra chairs in fact, but he and Gareth had hidden them all away before anyone else had arrived.

“I used to, but Mike broke two.” Steve said, and Gareth found himself insanely impressed by the improv on display.

He hadn’t thought Harrington had that level of acting in him.

“If you’re okay with sharing though, the chair’s are big enough that we can kinda squish together.” Steve continued, completely ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes about bugged out of his head.

“Only if you’re sure, man. I don’t want to be more of a bother.” Gareth put on his saddest, ‘I dun fucked up’ face, and shuffled his feet a little, just for dramatic effect.

This was the performance of a lifetime and Gareth wanted his Grammy after it, because he and Steve had planned the entire thing right down to the shared chair bit.

“You’re not, Dustin does this constantly.” Steve replied easily.

“Or we could just put down a towel.” Jeff said, with a look on his face that said he thought everyone in the room was a fucking idiot.

Gareth could’ve strangled him.

“That’s probably a smarter idea.” Steve agreed, like the traitor he was. “I dunno if that’s gonna work for your papers and shit though, so you can just hedge into my space.”

Which wasn’t what Gareth wanted, but he had to give Steve props for the quick thinking.

At least it was just a minor setback.

“I’ll get a towel.” Jeff continued, and at least they all got to witness the look that graced Eddie’s face upon realizing that Jeff of all people, knew where Steve kept his towels.

xXx

"What the hell else can we do to try and open the door!?" Jeff snarled a while later, slamming his pencil down.

They'd tried multiple different approaches and so far nothing had worked to set off whatever trap Eddie had set up. Something that made their DM absolutely delighted, while frustrating everyone else.

"I still don't get why we can't just try to turn the knob." Steve complained, staring in confusion at the absolute riot Eddie's "completely normal" door had caused among the rest of his party.

"Do not touch that door Harrington!" Grant bellowed, pointing at him.

Steve raised his hands in the air placatingly. "Easy, easy, I was just making a suggestion."

Gareth, wedged as close into Steve's space as he could get, tapped his fingers on the table twice. It was the little code he’d come up with to alert Steve that he was about to do something to piss off Eddie related to the prank (mostly, so Steve had a heads up Gareth was about to touch him, not that Gareth had spun it that way when he’d explained it) before patting Steve’s shoulder, hooking his elbow on it and leaning over. “Not gonna lie man, it’s not a bad idea. We’ve tried right about everything else.”

He could feel Eddie's eyes burning a hole in his skull from here and he delighted in it.

“Do not encourage him.” Grant said through gritted teeth.

Gareth leaned his face on the arm perched on Harrington, his hair tickling Steve’s cheek as he tried to look as angelic as possible. “I couldn’t possibly know what you mean, Grantman.”

He was flipped off in response.

xXx

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Stewart howled, and even Gareth’s jaw dropped when Steve finally gave in and tried to turn the knob--only to succeed and swing the door open.

“Well Munson? What happens to him?” Tiff said, having refused to call Eddie anything but his last name since the door had first appeared.

“Nothing.” Eddie practically purred. “I told you, it’s a totally normal door, and the only weird thing about it was that you recognized it and that it was put into the wall a little tilted.”

“Fuck you dude.” Stewart practically growled, balling up the piece of paper he’d been doodling on and flinging it towards their DM. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck. You!”

“No thank you.” Eddie replied cheekily, twirling a finger in his hair.

“We spent almost an hour trying to figure out how to open a regular door.” Jeff said, clearly processing. “An hour.”

Eddie just shrugged, shit eating grin plastered across his face.

Gareth once again tapped his fingers twice against the table, waited a moment, before banging his head gently against Steve’s shoulder. “I hate him.” He groaned.

After a long moment, Steve gently, if not a little awkwardly, patted him on the head.

“There, there, Gary. We defeated the door in the end.” He said calmly.

Gareth laughed, absolutely delighted. His head jerked up and a grin crossed his face as he immediately looked to see what Eddie made of that.

Pure murder, going by the face Eddie poorly tried to cover.

Perfect.

xXx

“With his last few moves, Sir Carrington-”

"I refuse to let that be my character's name.” Steve interjected, as he had every time Eddie brought up the name they’d apparently argued over. “If I have to figure out how to change it legally in your dumb game I fucking will."

Eddie didn’t even look in his direction.

“--Sir Carrington leaps into the air, swinging the sword of truth. It cleaves right through the Innkeeper, revealing him to be the dastardly villain you’ve heard so much about, Tareth the Trait. He’s gained an unusual amount of power after stealing the Inn from the former Innkeeper--”

“Really bro?” Gareth said, sending Eddie a flat look. “Tareth the Trait?”

“--With this final blow, Tareth collapses to the ground, dead. The Inn returns to its prior form, a safe haven for adventurers, instead of a trap.”

“Shut up guys, we did it!” Stewart said, throwing his hands up in a victory pose.

“Not gonna Eddie, I liked the twist.” Tiff complimented, a rare thing from her.

“Thank you, thank you.” Eddie stood up, sweeping an arm across his chest as he bowed. “Give yourselves a round of applause as well, especially for our dear Steven, who just completed his first D&D game!”

A cheer went up, causing Steve to flush red.

Gareth pretending to drum, knocking his shoulder into Steve’s much the way he had seen Eddie do as Steve sent an embarrassed smile around the room.

“We should celebrate.” Jeff said, as the chaos finally died down.

“I conquer, Jeff the Chef!” Eddie hollered, putting his foot on Steve’s chair. “Stevie-boy, you gotta have some good stuff around here for those big basketball wins!”

“Get your foot off the chair, Eds.” Steve groaned, but stood up (forcing Gareth to get up as well considering how far he’d been leaning into Steve’s space.) “And yeah we can order like pizza.”

“Pizza and beer?” Grant suggested.

“Oh my friend. I can do better than that.” Steve replied, a flash of his old, charming self coming through. “Allow me to raid my father’s liquor cabinet.”

“Hell yes!” Grant yelled, pumping his fist.

Tiffany rolled her eyes but didn’t protest, and neither Gareth noted, did anyone else.

Which was exactly what he wanted, because he hadn’t managed to land the perfect ending he and Harrington had planned.

Gareth would make it into Steve’s lap tonight, even if it killed him.

(Or worse, even if Eddie got there first, a thing that may very well happen considering Eddie was clearly annoyed with how Gareth had been hogging Steve.

Just as intended.)

SOME NOTES: I don't play d&d so writing it always requires a lot of research. Several pieces here (like the human fighter bit) are based off of/stolen from memes, videos or stories I read. If I fucked it up thaaaan idk squint and pretend its right LOL.

This one doesn’t have a bonus because I had to split Chapter Five into two parts. This is Part One, it’ll be one chapter on A03. It just kept going.

Also Adopt a Jock is officially going up ON A03 so I will no longer be accepting tags ( Ch. One is already uploaded I’m just struggling with the summary lol. I will make a post and link it to my pinned post when it’s up.) I will still be updating here since I am only updating chapters on A03 as fast as I can edit them, which is not fast at all, so I imagine the next few chaps will be here before there but eventually shits gonna even out, so those who did not get onto the tag list can subscribe to the A03!

Finally, Sorry this took so long, I have a prior ongoing medical issue and getting laid off fucked up my insurance. Had to cram in some procedures before it ran out. Long story short all I've done is sleep, go to a doctor or rant about one of the two lmao. Legit slept 18 hours yesterday ahaha k i l l m e

#this is more of an intro to lap wars than lap wars itself #but Part Two turns into Drunk Movie Night Sleepover Time so you bet your ASS lap wars is coming #Gareth continues to be both a gremlin #and a g #steddie #pre steddie #slow burn #steddie LOL #gareth emerson #Eddie Munson #steve harrington #0o0 fanfics #this chapter fought me #ngl I actually extended this whole fic out bc I wanted to write more hellfire shenanagins before the summer hit #and thus Robin and the S3 plot that I'll be messing up LOL

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reidsc0nverse · 10 months

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A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter One)

Summary: Reader has her first day at the BAU in training to take JJ's place on maternity leave. She gets comfortable around the office with the help of her father Davis Rossi and the other members of the team, especially one specific genius.

Warnings: None

AN: This is my first real try at this idea that's been collecting dust in my brain, so far this chapter doesn't have a whole lot and it's mainly intro to the character but yeah. Also reader doesn't have Rossi's last name fyi and she's taking Jordans place in season 4 but they're not the same I promise.

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Well, I knew the time was coming, just not so out of the blue.

I was training under the Communications Liaison of the BAU today, Jennifer Jareau, due to the fact that she's leaving for maternity leave soon.

It was only a matter of time before my dad, him being THE David Rossi, pulled some strings to get me to that spot despite me barely finishing the academy. I mean, I rocked it, but they usually want someone of more...experience in a position as such.

But here I am, walking through the doors of the bullpen and Jennifer walking up to me with a friendly smile.

"Ah! Agent Y/L/N, glad to see you," she said cheerily, holding her hand out for me to shake it.

"You too" I say returning the gesture and trying to keep my composure and maintain the same cheeriness as her, but failing.

"Nervous?" She asks, seeing through me with ease but continuing to keep her friendliness and walking me to her office.

"No of course not" I say sarcastically with a playful smile on my face as we enter in the room filled with a vast amount of case files.

She motions for me to sit across from her at the desk and laughs softly, "Don't worry, after your first couple of cases it gets easier..ish."

"I just hate the part of the job that involves dealing with the press" I admit, with the stuff I've heard from my dad I can understand the stigma around journalists and outside sources.

"Tell me about it, but you'll get the hang of it, it's usually just repeating yourself after a while." She replies and we continue to discuss more about the details of the job and what I'm gonna have to do in the next weeks.

"Alright enough of this, everyone should be here by now. I'll introduce you to everyone." She says and we get up and out where three agents stand talking.

"Hey guys, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She'll be taking over for me while I'm on maternity leave." She says and I smile at the three that Jennifer has described to me.

I go to shake their hands, "You must be Agent Prentiss, Agent Morgan, and Dr. Reid." They all return smiles to me, "Agent Jareau has told me so much about you all."

"La mia bambina!" I hear a familiar voice say as I look over to see my dad, his arms stretched out and pulling me as he kisses my cheek.

"Hi dad." I say sheepishly, my face burning as the agents in front of me furrow their eyebrows.

"Dad?" Prentiss says and continues, "Does your last name come from wife number 2 or 3?" she jokes and Morgan laughs in response.

My dad waves them off and looks back to me, "Training start today?" I nod and he holds me with his arm over my shoulder. "Yeah if you can let me go I can finally start" I joke with him and he lifts his arm in response.

"Yeah Rossi, I'd like to get her started with that." Jennifer says playfully as I wave once again to the others when she brings me with her to look over a case before bringing it to the team.

"I may have forgotten to mention that part to them," She says, looking at the file in her hand. "Oh, what? That Rossi's my dad?" I ask, her nodding and I continue, "No worries, I don't think he's ever even brought up having a kid. One that he knows about at least. We haven't been that close in all honesty." I explain to her. It's really no big deal to me, he wasn't very present in my childhood but as I've gotten older, he's put in a lot of effort to be a part of my life even if it's a little late. Hence, my place at the BAU.

We spend the next hour going over cases and she guides me on how they decide where to go and whether or not the risk of more lives being lost is prominent. Once we settle on one she lets out a breath, "Alright let's take a break, I need to stop staring at all of this" she says motioning to the abundance of cases on the desk. I nod in agreement smiling and make my way to the break room for a cup of coffee.

"Agent Y/L/N, right?" I hear someone say as they walk in. I turn my head and see the tall stature of Dr. Reid.

"Yes, yeah. Hi." I say, waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing. He walks over and waits next to me with his empty mug. "But I don't really care about formal titles, you can just call me Y/N."

"Okay, Y/N. You can call me whatever, Spencer, Reid, I don't mind." He says gently and continues, "Rossi never mentioned he had a daughter. Let alone one coming onto the team."

"Temporarily" I remind him, but it's more to myself, "but I don't know how often he really wants to talk his personal life." I say lightheartedly and the coffee finally fills up my cup and I move over to let him use the machine.

Spencer shrugs and begins to make his own, "How long have you been in the FBI?"

At this I get nervous to respond, you can be as young as 23 to get into the FBI, but the BAU needs prior experience. But of course, my dad rushed the process some. "Well, uh, I kind of just finished the academy. I'm only 24 so there hasn't been much room for familiarity."

He looks at me with a slight surprise in his face, "Really? I mean if it makes you feel any better I started here as soon as I could. So in reality, you don't need all that much prior experience in the FBI to work here."

"Aren't you like, a genius though?" I laugh, Jennifer did tell me that about him.

He laughs and nods, "Well..you know what I mean. They make exceptions."

"Yeah, I suppose"

"Are you interested in profiling?"

"I only just recently figured that out." I laugh and explain further, "Psychology has always intrigued me and that's what I majored in, so once my dad figured that out he kinda shoved me into this field." I say, doing an exaggerated push motion absentmindedly.

He smiles and nods, "I think you should go for it, after this whole liaison thing of course, I wish you luck." He says and waves as he walks out. In that moment I can feel my face flush slightly, it wasn't that big of a deal but I guess I just wasn't expecting that sort of kindness on my first day.

I shake my head slightly and walk back to where Jennifer and I previously were.

She was already back on her side of the desk and reading a file, looking up she points at my cup, "Good thinking" she smiles and I take my seat again.

"I'd hate to think about how much coffee is drank in this building." I joke.

"Probably enough to supply a small country." she laughs and goes on, "Alright so I think you're pretty much all done for now, I don't think you'll be able to join us on the case but you can just get yourself used to the team if you want."

I nod and the day goes by with loads of 'how to's' around the office and in the perks of Jennifer's job. Sooner than later I get to go home and I get my stuff packed up and walk in the elevator.

The doors start to close but before it shuts completely, I see Spencer rush towards the elevator and I hold them open for him.

"Sorry- sorry." He says awkwardly as he gets in next to me. "How was your first day?"

"It was new. That's for sure. Just a whole lot of information on what I need to do." I say, fidgeting with my hair slightly.

"I'm not sure how much I can do, but if you need anything I know anyone on the team will help" He reassures me, and i smile back. "Thanks, really. I appreciate it."

"Of course." He smiles and the elevator opens up leading to the parking lot. "I'll see you later." He says and I smile back walking to my car.

I can feel the pink in my cheeks when I sit in the front seat and drive home.

I think I'm gonna like my time here.

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okay chapter two will be out sometime between today and next week I hope y'all like it so far ik it's not a lot but give it some patience lols

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lost in japan

loosely based on lost in japan by shawn mendes :D

being a soloist in the industry is a bit like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. while it brings creative freedom and a chance to shape your own journey, it comes with its share of loneliness. unlike being in a group, where you share every step of the journey, as a soloist, you navigate the entire process – from making albums, promotions, gigs, to tours and interviews – all by yourself. sure, you have your crew and team, your chosen family, but seeing groups together makes you a bit envious. they get to share the highs and lows, the crazy moments, and the struggles. it's a camaraderie you sometimes wanted.

but being a soloist has its perks. you get to pour your soul into your music, writing and producing most of your songs. music isn't just a job; it's a deeply personal expression. every note and lyric carries a piece of your story, every emotion, and experience that left a mark on your heart.

and then there's the subject of love.

in the vast expanse of the industry, finding love can be a challenge. all eyes are on you, not just in korea but globally, and being an idol only adds to the scrutiny. but that hasn't stopped idols from dating, and who can blame them? when love comes knocking, it's hard to resist.

for you, love arrived unexpectedly in the form of a blind date, set up by mutual connections. specifically, yeri from red velvet, who passed down the idea to nayeon from twice. and believe it or not, love turned out to be a member of the renowned girl group twice.

love felt like magic, and at this moment, love happened to be right beside you on the couch in the recording studio.

"baby, i'm gonna miss you like crazy," sana pouted.

"i know, baby, but it's only gonna be a few weeks, right?" you ask, trying to offer comfort.

"three weeks, yeah, but i hate being away from you," she replies, eyes still a bit teary.

turning to your girlfriend, you put down your guitar and scoot closer to sana. "i understand, baby. if i didn't have schedules lined up for the next few weeks, i'd come with you guys," you say, your voice carrying a tinge of sadness.

sana sighed in defeat and planted a playful kiss on your cheek. "you should write a song about me while i'm away," she teased.

you rolled your eyes. "they're all about you, i don't know what you're on about."

sana giggled, fully aware that it was true. despite this knowledge, hearing every new song you wrote about her never got old and it never failed to make her swoon. your love story held a special place in both your hearts, and having it immortalized in your music felt special. especially since the general public remained oblivious to the fact that the songs were about her or your relationship. it was like a secret world that only the two of you shared, untouched, and safe from the prying eyes of the public.

as much as sana wanted to shout about your love from the rooftops, she found solace in the fact that you both hadn't given anybody the power to take what you had away. having your close circle and family know felt like enough for now.

"i adore you so much, baby. i feel incredibly lucky," sana confessed, locking eyes with you.

"i love you, baby. we're both really lucky," you replied. "are you excited to be home and visit family?"

sana's eyes lit up. "yes! mom and dad wanted to see you, though. but yeah, it's been a while, so i'm excited."

the joy on her face brought warmth to your heart. "i'm excited for you, baby. send me lots of pictures, okay? and don't worry, i'll give you a call when you're together with your parents."

that night, you had to take sana and the rest of twice to the airport. well, technically, you were in the same car they were dropped off in, but you couldn't get off due to the swarm of reporters and fansites. now, that would be a headline.

you gave sana one last kiss and waved goodbye to tzuyu, dahyun, mina, and jihyo, who were sharing the same car.

"be safe, you guys," you said.

"we'll miss you, unnie!" tzuyu exclaimed, and the rest of the girls echoed her sentiment.

"i'll miss you the most, though," sana said sadly.

you reached for her hand and gave it a soft kiss. "i'll see you real soon, baby."

"y/n, you better pay me extra to keep sana from talking everyone's ears off about missing you this whole trip," jihyo joked, earning laughs from the group.

"bank transfer?" you suggested playfully.

"yah!" sana feigned annoyance.

"alright, alright, you guys go. the rest of the girls are already outside."

as the car door closed, you sighed. a busy week awaited you with recording sessions, and on top of that, you didn't have a girlfriend to come home to for the next few weeks. *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

a week drifted by, and there you were, sprawled out on the cushy couch in a hotel in taiwan, peering through the grand glass windows that framed the city's glowing lights. the sun descended gracefully, painting the sky with warm hues. you wished sana was there with you. memories flooded in — of quiet evenings cocooned on the couch, watching anime after demanding days, and lively moments in the kitchen, dancing and singing together.

"it's cool. just two more weeks," you mumbled.

suddenly, a soft buzz broke the silence.

m.by__sana tagged you in a post

you tapped the notification, revealing snapshots from a dinner a week past, capturing the comically overcooked steak you had made.

당신은 여전히 최고입니다, 셰프님! ♡´ (you're still the best, chef! ♡´)

a gentle chuckle escaped you.

당신은 미친 듯이 나를 그리워하고 있을 것입니다, you playfully commented. (you must be missing me like crazy)

almost instantly, you got a reply.

당신은 모르고 있어요 (you have no idea)

you released a resigned sigh, well-acquainted with the sacrifices that came with being idols. both of you knew the drill — the inevitable stretches of separation that, despite understanding, never got easier.

you knew sana was currently holed up in her hotel with the other girls, having just gotten off a facetime call with her. it didn't make the distance any more bearable, and resisting the urge to fly over and be with her required more self-control than you cared to admit.

wait…

with a swift move, you grabbed your phone and opened up the voice memo app. "na na na na, do you got plans tonight, baby? something something, lost in your paradise. the only thing i’m thinking ‘bout is you and i, i can’t get you off my mind," you sang, a mix of determination and confusion in your voice as you attempted to untangle the tune in your head. recording the snippets, you couldn't help but hope that this spontaneous burst could turn into something.

as a musician and songwriter, you know that when inspiration hits - seize it and craft it into art. luckily for you, sana was the kind of girl who could fuel a billion songs, and the thought of writing about her never got old.

fueled by the sudden inspiration, you reached for your guitar.

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"sana, you okay?" mina inquired, concern etching her features as she observed sana lost in thought, brows furrowed.

"she's fine. just being dramatic because y/n hasn't replied," nayeon chuckled, finding the situation amusing.

"you don't get it; she never takes this long to reply, even when we're both busy," sana whined, her frustration evident.

"unnie, isn't she in the middle of preparing for a comeback?" chaeyoung suggested. "maybe she's stuck in a meeting or recording something."

despite chaeyoung's rationality, sana's irritation persisted. she wasn't worried; she was just plain mad that you weren't responding.

the day dragged on with your replies limited to one-word responses, fueling sana's growing annoyance.

"who does she think she is?" sana slammed the door of her and momo's hotel room. "she didn't even pick up when i called her at my parents' house, and she specifically told me to!"

momo racked her brain, knowing sana's penchant for needing attention. she silently cursed you for leaving her with a moody sana.

"sana, it's okay. she'll eventually reply. i'm sure she has her reasons," momo sighed, offering a reassuring smile.

sana, across the room, sprinted to momo, shoving her phone in her friend's face. "what is this, then?"

momo squinted at your instagram story, revealing a tiktok of you and jennie doing a dance. momo silently cursed you again.

"uhh, scheduled post? maybe it's a new challenge," momo suggested, attempting to ease the tension.

sana rolled her eyes and threw her phone on the bed. "i don't care anymore."

"we can go out tonight, satang!" momo encouraged. "you'll get your mind off y/n."

sana shook her head defiantly. "i'm not going out! i'm staying in."

"nope, you can't," momo declared, standing up and joining sana. "you promised, remember?"

sana groaned. "fine, whatever, but i won't like it." *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

sana and the group entered mina's cousin's newly opened restaurant, exclusively reserved for the night. despite the collective effort to lighten sana's mood, she remained unusually gloomy, a stark contrast to her typically bubbly self.

"sana, you look ugly when you’re frowning," jeongyeon teased, eliciting laughter from the group. sana responded by sticking her tongue out playfully. just as sana was about to retaliate, their food arrived, and the delightful aroma of the ramen momentarily diverted her attention. she was clearly hungry.

the dinner unfolded with vibrant conversations about their promotions, and even sana couldn't resist breaking into a smile and sharing a few laughs. after finishing her ramen, sana reached for a napkin on the table and discovered something tucked underneath — a small note?

do you have plans tonight?

suddenly, the lights dimmed, causing gasps from everyone. a soft strumming of a guitar filled the air.

"all it'd take is one flight,

we'd be in the same time zone."

sana could recognize that voice anywhere. her eyes shifted across the room, finding her girlfriend perched on a high stool with a guitar, singing just for her. sana could barely wrap her head around what was happening. she glanced at the girls, who were all smiling with their phones up.

as you sang, it dawned on sana what the song meant. her eyes widened as she listened.

“do you got plans tonight?

i'm a couple hundred miles from japan, and i

i was thinkin' i could fly to your hotel tonight

'cause i can't get you off my mind.”

you smiled and threw her a wink. sana couldn't help but cover her blushing face with her hands.

“do you got plans tonight, baby?

i was hopin' i could get lost in your paradise (paradise)

the only thing i'm thinkin' 'bout is you and i,

and i can't get you off my mind.”

sana should've probably known you were up to something. you wouldn't have left her hanging like that. but who would've thought you were crazy enough to leave in the middle of your schedules and fly to japan for her?

“let's get lost tonight,

let's get lost tonight,

baby, you and,

i can't seem to get you off my mind.”

the guitar strumming gradually faded, and the girls were howling and clapping. you walked toward sana with a single flower in your hand, wearing a big grin.

"hi," you said, still grinning.

sana got up, playfully shoving you before throwing her arms around you. "you are crazy!"

"crazy in love, apparently," dahyun giggled.

"are you complaining, though?" you laughed, ruffling her hair. then, you whispered in her ear, "if love doesn't make you do crazy things, then are you really doing it right?" *+:｡.｡　　｡.｡:+*

"lost in japan is trending," sana giggled from the couch.

you joined her, tossing a blanket over both of you. "you think they're putting two and two together?" you laughed.

sana laughed, sharing a message from a fan on the bubble app.

"that new song from y/n is definitely about you and i'm taking no arguments."

#twice x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #twice sana

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isa-ghost · 2 months

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amfmn missa.. p please.. please mother … feed us

I'M BEING ENABLED PPOVERHEAT

He's an actual grim reaper. That's where he's disappeared to so often in canon, reaper duties. It's a very demanding job, you know.

Doesn't stop him from feeling terrible about being gone so often though. He misses his husband and kids and hates how often he's out of the loop :(

Fr though Phil and the kids make him so so happy after spending countless hours working such a sad job. It's also partially why he sings and makes art. That brand of fun is catharsis for the soul.

He has all his canon weapons but I ALSO gave him a reaper deathscythe. And boy is he gonna use it. Fucking AWOOGA MissaSinfonia when he's angry.

Btw as a reaper he can FEEL souls. He can see their power, their condition, feel the surface level emotions and personality of its owner. This will come in handy later in the fic. ;)

As per the post I made asking for Missa appreciation so I can characterize him properly: He's undyingly loyal, he fights hard and loves even harder, he's protective, silly, and goddamn can he flirt.

All his wet cat behavior is a result of getting too overwhelmed by The Horrors. He's seen A Lot as a reaper. But somehow Quesadilla Island and all its... Everything. Always manage to show him a new brand of What The Fuck he's never even imagined before. Hence all his screaming and weeping when he's caught up on what he's missed. Like how tf else is he supposed to react??

Somewhat attached to that, he and Phil rlly were a match made in Federation Heaven bc they both have issues with self-doubt despite being insanely skilled and sharp-witted. Missa is better abt it than Phil though. His only acts up when he messes up a lot or just. Doesn't have a clue how to handle a situation where it's dire that he does. It's more of an insecurity about being unprepared and failing his loved ones than it is a doubt he has skill. He KNOWS he does, he hates when it's not enough. That's how he differs from Phil, who thinks he has none at all.

Btw when you fuck with the people he's protective over, he gets PISSED. We're getting a LOT of pissed off Missa in AMFMN <3 Ofc there'll be a lot of reaper tears too, his husband is suffering and there's little he can do about it. :( But ohohoho when the sad turns into rage. BARK WOOF. Eventually he decides EK is catching these hands and scythe.

He also shakes hands with his husband on being a self-sacrificing little shit. And. Yeah this is gonna happen later in the fic. (He's not dying dw dw)

You have no idea how excited I am that I basically get to build his dynamics with Fit, Etoiles, and Bagi from scratch. I'm so hyped. People are welcome to reply with this with any crumbs we have of their dynamics in canon but afaik they've rarely interacted outside of very minor moments, so AMFMN will largely be a sandbox for me to establish what I THINK they'd be like. Which in my fic plan so far, is largely taking each character's personality and applying how I think they'd react to a situation, and how that would look when two of them are interacting in that situation. Ex: at one point Etoiles has to comfort Missa bc he's just having a ROUGH time with this saving Phil stuff. But Etoiles is NOT a comfort guy. So he does his Etoiles thing: hearing Missa out while also cracking his usual brand of jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

I also have a plot point planned with him and Bagi when shit is hitting the fan the hardest and OUUGHHH. That self-sacrificing shit am I right.

God I'm being so mean to him specifically in AMFMN though. Ender King is a sack of shit, he knows exactly who to harass most using Phil's body >:/

See in my AMFMN Fitza headcanons, I said they're each other's confidants. Which IS true. However, no one in the fic gets the honor of Phil FINALLY communicating with someone about his issues other than his husband. Missa is the person he caves and confesses things to. Missa gets the HC Deity lore and what's been happening to him lately. This is actually what Chapter 3 is :D

Also I am so sorry but I'm sliding a Missa Romantic Love Confession attempt into the fic and it gets interrupted by The Horrors. But yeah Missa is romantically in love with Phil, he just respects that Phil sees things platonically. He still wants to communicate his feelings though.

#qsmp #qsmp pissa #pissa #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #AMFMN things #deathduo #qsmp deathduo

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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scary dog privilege: epilogue- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

3.6k words // part 4

warnings: mentions of death, language, angst, toxic relationship, mention of scars (not sh)

i wasn’t going to write an epilogue for this story but i was inspired by these songs so i recommend listening to them while reading! <3

🎧 epilogue playlist 🎧

❥ taglist: @breadbowser @lillunna @fanboyluvr @wroetoslut @gojosbucket @not3rracha @wenvierismycomfort @homebyeleven

a month had gone by since you received that text message, and whoever it was still sent messages every few days. after the first one, it was nearly a week before you heard from him again; whoever it was. you had managed to ignore the messages for the most part; not replying because really…what could you say?

a few days after you got out of the hospital, where you had spent about 2 weeks recovering from your injuries, you got another text.

unknown number: i know you’re probably mad… but i hope you’re okay

you had scoffed at that one, thinking that if it really was who you thought it to be, he was out of his mind; even more so that you thought. probably mad was the understatement of the century; him and his family had tried to kill you and your friends. perhaps you were not a target specifically, just quite literally in the wrong place at the wrong time. you couldn’t believe you had only known ethan for 3 days, you felt like you had known him so much longer. and then, it turned out that you didn’t know him at all.

you ran your hand over your face as another text came in. you were sitting on the couch with mindy at sam and tara’s apartment. after what had happened, the sisters had moved into a new place, not wanting to stay where they had lived with quinn, and where anika had died. chad, not wanting to stay in the dorm he had once shared with ethan had moved in with them. mindy had also moved in with them, the core four now living under one roof. you hadn’t told any of them about the text messages, because part of you wanted to believe it wasn’t really him, because it couldn’t be ethan; he had been stabbed near 8 times and left for dead.

or could it be? chad had survived a similar attack after all. and ethan could’ve been wearing some kind of protective thing under the ghostface outfit for all you knew. but if ethan had survived the police would’ve taken him, or you would’ve heard that he had got away. right? there was however the small part of you, that hoped it really was ethan; that it was the shy, curly haired boy who sat at the table next to you in class, not the killer who had attacked you and the people you now called friends.

“you okay?” mindy asked, she hadn’t noticed the text, only looking your way when she heard you sigh a little too loud.

“yeah- sorry just a headache. i think i’m just stressed about exams- you know?”

“i think we all deserve a pass if we fail the exams this semester,” she replied, and you laughed.

“you’re right,” you agreed, happy that she believed your lie. you had grown closer with mindy than you had ever thought possible, after how the two of you started off. you tried not to hold her initial suspicions against her, considering everything she had been through. you had in fact grown rather close with all of them, as you had welcomed sam’s invitation to become friends. the older carpenter sister had on more than one occasion offered you a shoulder to cry on, her similar experience of her boyfriend turning out to be the killer giving her the ability to understand your feelings, despite the different circumstances. however, you knew you could never tell her, or anyone for that matter, about this- so you declined her offer every time.

“i think i’m gonna head out, i’ve got to be up early to study before class tomorrow. we’ve got that practice test and i haven’t even opened a textbook yet,” you admitted. sam and tara offered for you to stay the night, but you declined, opting to sleep in your own bed instead. you said your goodbyes, getting hugs from all your new friends before you started on the stairs down to the lobby. you felt your phone buzz in your pocket again, and you stopped. making sure no one was around, you opened the message.

unknown number: please stop ignoring me. let me explain

explain what? you thought. that he didn’t really mean to go on a killing spree with his father and sister? you slid your phone back in your pocket, continuing down the steps, but stopped again as you felt your phone vibrate again.

unknown number: i know you’re reading these. please just talk to me

you didn’t care if he knew you were reading the messages, you had nothing to say to him. that’s not true a voice in your head said, and you sighed to yourself, but your conscience was right. you had a thousand things you wanted to say to him. you wanted to yell and scream at him for what he did. you wanted to tell him how terrified you had been, that night when he attacked you all in sam and tara’s apartment. how when you closed your eyes you could still see anikas body laying in the alley, how when it was cold outside you could still feel a pain in your back where his sister had stabbed you and left you for dead.

you wanted to pull him into your arms and tell him you were sorry, sorry that his father had dragged him and his sister into his twisted revenge fantasy. how you were sorry that his father made him feel like he would never be as good of a son as his brother had been; that he would never love him the way he had loved richie. you wanted to tell him how glad you were that he was okay, how while it made your stomach drop everytime the unknown number showed up on your phone screen, it also made your heart skip a beat.

you wanted to tell him you hated him, but you deep down you knew that if you did you would be lying.

i need to get my head checked, you thought as you hailed a cab and gave the driver your address, closing your eyes as you tried to think about anything else.

•

another two weeks went by, and while your physical wounds had healed, the emotional dilemma you were in had only gotten worse. you had continued receiving messages from the unknown number, and they were getting harder to ignore. you found yourself staring at the empty seat in the study hall everytime you had econ, until finally you stopped going all together. this meant you had no classes this afternoon, nothing to take your mind off of the curly haired boy you found yourself missing more and more. maybe it was time, or maybe it was denial about what had happened.

you walked through the campus, on your way to meet up with your friends at their apartment, when your phone buzzed in your bag. you sighed, but decided not to look at it. maybe it wasn’t even him you thought, and continued walking towards the subway. it was probably just chad asking you to pick up snacks on your way over, you would check it on the train, you decided. but as your phone vibrated again, you stopped, looking around the campus. could he be here? could he see you? you wondered, and then realized that was stupid. if it really was ethan, if he really had survived and disappeared from the crime scene, he would be stupid to go somewhere this public, with so many people who might recognize him.

ignoring the second text message, you had almost reached the stairs down to the subway platform when you felt a third message come through. finally caving, you stepped to the side of the pavement, sitting down on a bench and taking your phone out of your bag.

unknown number: i miss you

unknown number: please

unknown number: talk to me

you rolled your eyes. maybe if you told him to leave you alone he would. unlikely, you decided. and put your phone in your pocket before getting up and descending the stairs, and boarding the subway.

as you stood in the packed train car, you thought back to the day on the subway with ethan. the way his arms had held you so close, the way he made you feel so safe. how stupid you had been, to trust him when you barely knew him. you had believed every lie, everytime he told you it wasn’t him, that he wouldn’t hurt you.

you found yourself wondering if you were loosing your mind for thinking it really could be ethan texting you. it would’ve been reported on the news if his body hadn’t been found, there’s no way they could have covered that up, right? it must just be some prank; someone must have found out about you and ethan and though it would be funny to make you believe he was still out there. from what you had seen of the conspiracies about sam, there could definitely be someone cruel enough to find joy in tormenting you. deciding it was finally time to let go of the shred of hope you had that he really was alive somewhere, and that he could go back to being the sweet, shy boy you had fallen for, you opened you phone and went to the message thread, your thumb hovering over the “block number” button.

before you could click it however, an incoming call took up on the screen; displaying the unknown number. you jumped slightly, earning a few weird looks from people on the train, before you declined the call. the train slowed down, and you realized you were at your stop. rushing off the train, you tried to calm down as you walked up the stairs to the street, heading down the block towards your apartment. whoever it was had never tried to call you before; why call you now? what had changed?

you reached the front door of your apartment and entered your security code, opening the heavy door with a loud creak and letting it slam shut behind you. walking up the many flights of stairs, you reached your front door and unlocked the door, the three deadbolts you had installed clicking as you turned them once you were inside. you got changed, grabbing a few snacks from your pantry and throwing them in your bag as well as some pyjamas and a change of clothes in case you decided to crash at your friends apartment once you got there. your phone vibrated again, but this time it was just tara asking if you were on your way over yet.

sending back a “leaving now :)” you slid on a jacket and headed out the door again, locking it behind you before heading back to the lobby. waiting for a cab outside your building, your phone rang for a second time today. for a moment you considered answering it, but declined it instead, getting the attention of a taxi and giving the driver directions to the coffee shop down the block from the core fours apartment; you could never be too careful, and the last thing you needed was their address getting out and some creep breaking in or attacking one of you.

the cab let you out at the cafe, and you paid the driver before starting your walk down the block. it was still light out, early in the afternoon, so you didn’t mind walking the 5 minutes it would be to get there. you were nearing the building when your phone rang again, the same number that had been texting you flashing across the screen. deciding that enough was enough, you picked it up, placing it you your ear and leaning against the side of a building, out of the way of people walking on the sidewalk.

“listen dickhead: if this is some kind of joke, i want you to strongly reconsider fucking with me; i’m not in the mood.” you snapped.

“it’s nice to hear your voice. even if you are threatening me,” ethan said, and you felt a pang in your chest. he really was alive, undeniably his voice on the other end of the line.

“how the hell are you alive?” you asked, stepping into the alley next to the building you stopped in front of so no one could overhear the conversation; just to be safe.

“i guess i just got lucky,” he laughed, before his voice turned serious again. “honestly i don’t know. i thought i was gonna die.”

“i wish you had.”

“you don’t mean that. if you did you wouldn’t have answered the phone.” he replied, and you sighed, as much as you hated to admit it he was right.

“i regret that i did. if you call me again i’ll tell the police.” you threatened. “goodbye e-“ you started to say, but he cut you off.

“if you were going to call the police you would’ve when i first texted you. and besides- they’d never find me. having a cop for a dad kinda teaches you how to hide from police, ya know?”

“how do you know i didn’t already tell them? maybe they’re listening right now.” you retorted, and he was silent for a second.

“did you?” he asked genuinely, but there wasn’t any fear in his voice.

“no,” you rolled your eyes. “look, what the hell do you want?”

“will you meet me somewhere?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“do you think i’m an idiot? you really think i’m gonna go meet you somewhere after i watched you kill someone?” you whispered the last part.

“i know- i know. just.. five minutes. that’s all i’m asking.”

“you have some nerve to ask me for anything after what you did.”

“i……i just want to see you,” he sighed.

“in case you’ve forgotten, the last time i saw you i almost died, ethan,” you spat, looking around to make sure no one heard you.

“i never wanted you to get hurt.”

“i have a scar on my shoulder that would prove otherwise.”

“i wasn’t - im sorry. i don’t know what else to say.”

“then don’t. goodbye ethan.” you said before hanging up.

•

you didn’t receive any texts or calls the rest of the night, thankfully, as your friends were already suspicious of how quiet you were being all night. you brushed it off as being tired from studying all day, and thankfully it was a believable enough lie that they didn’t really question it. in reality, the guilt of not immediately telling them about ethan was eating you alive. he had hurt them so much, and here you were protecting him; hiding the fact that he was still alive.

you arrived back at your apartment the next morning, locking the door as you got inside and dropping your bag on the floor. you walked into your bedroom and flopped onto the bed, running your hands over your face. you took your phone from your pocket, and without realizing it, checked to see if ethan had messaged you. you typed out half of a “where are you-“ text before you froze as you realized what you were doing. erasing it, you were about to put your phone down, when it rang.

“you called- i told you not to,” you snapped.

“you answered. i didn’t think you would,” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes, kicking yourself for not declining the call.

“yeah so i could tell you to go fuck yourself. leave me alone.” you replied, and he paused.

“is that what you really want?” he asked.

“yes,” you said.

“i don’t believe you.”

“i mean it,” you replied. “i don’t want you to text me, i don’t want you to call me, i don’t ever want to see you again. i want you to disappear forever and never come back,” you said, angry tears forming in your eyes.

“if that’s what you really want then i’ll do it. just tell me one thing,” he replied.

“what?” you sighed.

“do you really hate me?” he asked. you were silent for a moment- perhaps trying to think of an answer, perhaps too surprised that he had the nerve to ask you that to reply.

“i…“ you stuttered after a moment.

“that’s all i needed to know,” he cut you off, and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice, before he hung up. your mouth hung open, before you groaned in frustration as you tried to gather your thoughts. your phone buzzed in your hand, and you read the message that had come through.

unknown number: in case you change your mind //insert address//

you stared at your phone. had he really just told you were he was? or was it a location he could see, that he could tell if you were there and he could meet you? or was it a trap, and you’d show up just to get killed, this whole thing just an elaborate plot to get you alone so he could finish you off.

you knew that last one wasn’t true, no matter how much you’d like to convince yourself that he was pure evil, you were still holding onto the ethan that you had fallen for; the boy you thought he was. you couldn’t stop yourself from typing a message back this time.

you: i should send the entire nypd after you

unknown number: but you won’t

you: i’m still debating

unknown number: sure you are

•

it had been a week since you had told him not to call you, and to your surprise he hadn’t. not a single text or call since you threatened to send the police to the address he gave you. of course he was right; you hadn’t done it. you found yourself wishing he would text you, just to gloat that he had been right, but he didn’t.

you felt like you were on autopilot as your legs carried you down the stairs to the lobby of your apartment, and out the front door. the entire cab ride you felt as if you were watching someone else make a terrible decision, like you were screaming at the tv screen for a character to stop making a bad choice. it wasn’t until you got out of the cab, and your feet touched solid ground that you felt like you were no longer in a trance. deciding there was no going back now as the taxi pulled away, you walked up the front steps of the run down looking building. it was only a few stories tall, made of crumbling bricks, with walls covered in graffiti ,and you internally regretted coming here so late in the day, the sun already beginning to set.

pulling on the door handle, you noticed the lock was broken and the electronic security system wasn’t functional, as you walked right in. going up the stairs, you walked down the hallway to a door marked with a 3, and hesitated; f you did this there was no going back. you raised your hand and knocked lightly on the door. your heart pounded in your chest as you waited, and you jumped at the sound of the lock turning, and the door opened to reveal ethan, a grey hoodie hiding most of his face until he realized it was you. he looked shocked to see you, like he didn’t expect you to actually show up, and he removed his hood, freeing his brown curls that you loved so much.

“you came,” he said, stepping back to invite you into the apartment.

“i don’t forgive you. i don’t know if i ever will,” you began, still not walking inside.

“what are you doing here then?” he asked, unable to hide the gleam in his eyes.

“i - im not sure,” you admitted.

“are you going to come in? it’s cold.” he asked. you hadn’t noticed, but he was right; it was freezing in the narrow hallway. against your better judgment, you stepped into the apartment, and he shut the door before turning around to face you, watching as you looked around.

it was a small apartment, nothing fancy by any means. there was a living room area with a couch and a coffee table, with a kitchen off to the side, just a few counters and a sink, a stove and a fridge. there was a hallway that you assumed led to the bedroom and bathroom. you wondered to yourself how he paid for it, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, with all the other questions you had, like “how did you get away” and “how does no one know you’re alive”.

the floorboards creaked under your feet as you walked over and to the couch and sat down, ethan joining you hesitantly, trying to gauge your reaction as he sank into the cushion next to you.

“i don’t know what to say except i’m sorry-“

“i’m not here to talk,” you interrupted, and he looked at you confused. “maybe tomorrow i’ll kick and scream and tell you how much i hate you,” you continued. “but for tonight i’m just glad you’re okay.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. to say that ethan was shocked would be an understatement, but he held you close, content knowing that there was at least a small part of you that still cared for him; and that was something he could hold onto.

ethan leaned back, laying down on the couch and pulling you on top of him. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing gently circles on your back, sliding under your shirt slightly to allow his fingertips to trace over the scars left behind by the knife quinn stabbed you with.

“i’m so sorry-“ he whispered, kissing the top of your head. tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you held them shut tightly and you snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“i know,” you replied.

“what can i do- to prove it?” he asked.

“just… hold me; without any talking.”

his arms tightened around you, his body heat keeping you warm in the cold apartment. maybe in the morning you would regret this, maybe it was the biggest mistake of your life. but for now, you let yourself fall asleep, ethan’s fingers tracing patterns on your skin under your shirt.

and you realized, even after everything, despite all common sense, you felt safe knowing he was next to you.

- end -

❥ thank you for reading! this was heavily inspired by this song. i know the end is corny as hell but oh well! i’ve had so much fun writing this and i love ethan so much. i hope you enjoyed

Could you hold me without any talking?

We could try to go back where we started

I don't even have to stay don't even have to stay, but

If I woke up with you in the morning

I'd forget all the ways that we're broken

I don’t care if you've changed

I don't even have to stay

- stay, gracie abrams

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-The Rave'n-

>wednesday x fem! reader :)<

>in which wednesday was asked to the dance by tyler, but you wanted to invite her first<

>i am quite down bad<

she hated the fact that you didn't invite her. she also hated the fact that she wanted to invite you.

now, wednesday is stuck going to the rave'n, which she didn't want to go to at all, with tyler. she told herself that the only reason she'd like to go with you is because you were her confidant; someone she trusted during her investigation. out of everyone, you were the only one who immediately believed her about the hyde and wanted to help.

plus, you were a girl. if she went with you to the rave'n, it would obviously be as friends. obviously.

when wednesday arrived at the dance, she was disgusted with just about everything she saw. so much white. absolutely abysmal music. why hadn't she just ignored tyler's request and joined eugene on the steak out?

lot of eyes were on her. xavier's and bianca's, most notably; but the pair she wanted to see her and her dress the most weren't there.

then, when she went to go get drinks, she looked up and there you were: velvety black dress that dragged on the ground with a matching translucent veil. looking as if you were ready for a funeral. and as if, maybe, just maybe, you wore black to match the color you knew that wednesday would also wear.

even though she hated everything in that moment, what wednesday hated most was that she wasn't there to escort you through the entrance; that people wouldn't get to see you two together. and that very thought scared her.

she wasn't like her mother. she wouldn't have kids nor would she fall in love.

well, if i were with a girl, i wouldn't need to worry about the kids part.

she couldn't help but externally scrunch her face at the thought. why is she even considering being with anyone?

then she noticed that there was no one by your side. you were alone, and your ability to turn invisible made your form waver from visibility to invisibility while nervous.

it then made her remember your reaction a few days prior when she told you that she'd be going with tyler.

the way your face dropped and the way your visibility wavered; something she'd noticed you do when emotional.

then, the words you said after, "i probably won't be going anyway, the person i want to go with already has a date."

at the time, her thoughts were so consumed in the investigation that she hadn't really thought about those words or even the conversation as a whole. it was insignificant a few days ago but now it had her mind racing.

why was she so upset? had she wanted to go with me?

again, her thoughts angered and confused her and it made wednesday clench her jaw.

"woah there wednesday, you're gonna break those glasses."

the words directed at her pulled her out of her thoughts and she noticed tyler had crept up next to her.

"oh. tyler," her monotone voice hid a hint of irritation.

"are you okay? you went off to get drinks, like, ten minutes ago," tyler said with that annoyingly awkward chuckle of his.

"no. there's too much white. my corneas are burning."

tyler gave a weird smile and held out his hand, "do you want to dance? everyone's on the floor right now."

wednesday flickered her gaze from tyler to the spot you once stood, now empty.

"fine."

her short, snappy reply made tyler's smile waver. wednesday failed to notice as her eyes scanned the room on her way to the dance floor.

where did she go? doesn't she want to dance?

then, her thoughts were interrupted by a dancer near her as they bumped shoulders, almost losing her balance. she was about to snap a neck when the offender mumbled a small "sorry", barely audible amongst the music, and dashed away.

the offender was wearing black; a black dress to be specific. the dress was also floating in mid air, without a body to encompass. (y/n).

tyler finally caught up to wednesday, out of breath. "man, can't you just slow down for a second-" and as he was about to complain a bit more, she didn't even glace at him as she, too, stepped from the floor full of partying students and ran in the direction (y/n) went.

with uncontrollable agitation and slight exhaustion, tyler yelled "wednesday, why did you even come with me if you were just gonna ditch me time and time again?!"

but she did not hear him, and if she did, she didn't care enough to respond.

when wednesday made it to the gold-lit hall, she could feel the small tremors of the music reverberating throughout it's walls.

her stoic face held indifference, yet in her head, that couldn't be further than the truth. her normally organized thoughts swirled with confusion.

everything came to a head when soft weeping emitted from a floating dress perched on one of the many velvet love seats.

wednesday had yet to make her presence known, but didn't know what to say or do. she had never been good with emotions, to put it lightly. she was absolute shit, would be a better way to describe it.

she would open her mouth to say something, anything, but words would not form. this happened a few more times before she became frustrated with herself.

clenching her fists, she took a step forward in her uncomfortable heels, "... (y/n). "

your form flickered for a moment as you looked up to meet her gaze. she saw your face for less than a second but didn't miss the dark streaks of mascara on your flushed cheeks.

"a-.... are you okay?" she managed, feeling as if saying those simple words were one of the hardest things she has ever done.

"fine." you replied, wiping at your eyes with a black sleeve.

wednesday took a step closer.

"you're invisible."

your form was visible once more, this time for longer. she could now see the frustrated expression on your face.

"you don't say," was all you could muster.

in the following silence, wednesday took it upon herself to sit next to you, noting the way you moved your knees away from her.

"if you're upset about not having a date, i do not understand why you're angry with me-"

"i'm angry at everything! this dance! tyler! and you!" now you were standing, your form in full view as your face reddened with fury.

"this stupid guy bumped into me and his fucking drink fell right on my chest, and tyler knew i had a crush on you and asked you out anyway, and you," a black painted fingernail now pointed in wednesday's direction as she swallowed your outburst, "i know you're not the best with feelings but i thought maybe, just maybe, you'd get the hint that i want to go with you! and even if you did, you put the stupid hyde investigation before my feelings and chose tyler instead. i can't tell what's worse, the fact that you were oblivious to my obvious feelings or that you didn't care at all!"

now there was a thick, silent tension between the two girls and the sound of the electric beats from the next room over were making you feel like you were about to implode with each second that passed by.

wednesday sat on the love seat, her hands clenching her dress as she processed the information given to her. you wanted to invite her to the dance. tyler knew you liked her.

she likes me?

through your blurried vision, you could see wednesday.

she looked as emotionless as ever. except for the twitching of the right side of her lips. and maybe the small glimmer in her usually dead eyes.

"damn it, tyler," she said under her breath. of course he had to make my life more miserable than it already is.

then, wednesday thought:

fuck it.

she lifted a bit off the seat to reach your arms and pulled you forward. it was a bit of an awkward move, forcing you to fall forward and brace yourself by putting one hand on each of the armrests.

her obsidian eyes were inches away from yours, and her lips even closer. she still held that look as if she couldn't be bothered by this whole situation. yet, her actions spoke much louder than her expression ever had.

then wednesday's cold hands lifted to your face, her fingers just barely grazing the sides of your cheeks.

"i give you this opportunity, and you don't even take it to kiss me?" she asked, a small, sadistic smile spreading to her face. her hands seemed to guide your faces even closer.

inside your anger subsided. what pushed forth was a strong desire to grab this girl and never let her go.

lifting a knee onto the soft cushions to keep yourself from falling on top of wednesday, you took her pale face in your hands and leaned in.

wednesday felt a heat in her stomach as your lips touched. she felt her face grow hot, a newfound feeling that made her hold your face a little tighter. she felt happy; and that scared the shit out of her.

she kissed you deeper, taking you by surprise. as you both held the sides of each other's faces, it seemed like your bodies couldn't be close enough.

then, when in need of breath, you pulled away.

"suffocation would have been acceptable just now, honestly," she said, letting her hands now rest on the back of your neck.

you cracked a smile at her attempt at a joke, though you weren't sure if it really was one or not.

just to poke fun at her, you ask, "so does this mean that the invincible i-have-no-feelings wednesday addams likes me back?"

her eyes narrowed and she heaved a sigh.

"...yes. that may... be true. "

she said it as if it pained her to admit, but you just shined a brilliant smile, forgetting that you had been yelling at her in pure anger a few moments ago.

you got off the seat and held your hand out to wednesday, "now, let's go find tyler so i can beat his ass. got anything with you?"

wednesday allowed herself a small, twisted smile.

"my hand mace."

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