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#Only like two people in my friend group can drive (and one of them works too so we'd have to find a time that works for both)
sebscore · 6 months
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PUT IT INTO SPEED DRIVE
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pairings: charles leclerc x driver!reader // lando norris x driver!reader // george russell x driver!reader // alex albon x driver!reader
warnings: theft. swearing. talks about sexuality and a sexual reference. cops.
author’s note: the idea comes from this ask that someone send my lovely wife! 🥹 I changed it from a car to a camera, because I don’t want my poor baby to have her car stolen :((
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“Now that you’ve won Monaco two times in a row, you’re too good to play with us?” Alex teased the younger one as she stood on the side of the public padel court.
Y/N stuck out her tongue at him. “Not the guy in a Williams trying to come for me.”
“Auwch.” Lando said to Alex, impressed by his friend’s comeback.
“We can only play with 4 people, and I’m sure Miss Monaco would love to be umpire.” George argued, giving the young woman an expectant look.
She quickly nodded at the tall Brit, holding her hand up to her head as if she were a soldier. “Yes, sir!”
“No! She can’t be umpire! She’s gonna call all my shots out.” Lando complained, pointing at her.
“She’s not, Lando.” Charles defended her, although there was a doubtful tone to his voice.
Y/N smirked at the McLaren driver. “Well, now I will.”
“See, Charles? We’re gonna lose now.” He told his doubles partner.
“I mean- you were gonna lose anyway.” George started the healthy competitive trash talk.
“OH!” Charles and Lando loudly chorused, pretending to be hurt by his words.
“Warm-up first, or do we just get straight into it?” Alex asked the three guys after everyone calmed down.
Charles, George and Lando glanced at one another. “Just get straight into it? It’s not like we’re gonna take this too seriously anyway.” George suggested, already knowing it would turn into a shit show soon.
Everyone agreed with a small chuckle, and started taking their own respective places on the court.
“Alright, who’s gonna serve?” Charles loudly asked.
“Wait! We should do it like they do in tennis! Deciding with a coin toss!” Y/N suggested.
“You have a coin?”
“I think I have one in my bag! Oh, I also have my camera with me, should we do like a before and after picture?” She snickered.
“That sounds good.” Alex stemmed in, the others nodding as well. “Yeah, I like it when I’m all sweaty and people take pictures of me.” Lando sarcastically joked.
“Basically our job.” Charles grinned.
“They should calm down on all the can-“
“HEY! THAT’S MY CAMERA!” Y/N’s shouting interrupted their small talk, their heads swiftly turning to where she was standing.
They were just about to ask for a clarification when they saw the young woman run after, what seemed, an unrecognizable man that was holding her camera.
“Y/N don’t do that!” George yelled to no avail, not wanting her to get hurt by the thief.
The quartet didn’t hesitate in grabbing their own stuff before running after their unhinged colleague- Lando also quickly took Y/N’s bag in his hands, figuring none of her other stuff should be stolen too.
The five of them watched in frustration as the mysterious man climbed into a car that drove away at high speed.
“We have to go after him!” Y/N yelled, agony on her face at the potential loss of the device. “Did someone come by car?”
Alex, Charles and George shook their heads, while Lando nervously glanced at his friend. “Uh, I did.”
“Norris, please?” She begged, growing more impatient by the second.
“Can’t you just by a new one? It’s really dang-“
“It’s the camera that you bought for me!” Y/N admitted, hoping it would convince the Brit to chase them down.
Fortunately, it worked. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Do all of us go or…?” Alex hesitated following the two youngest ones.
“Yes, Albono! The more, the better! We can ambush them!” Y/N loudly answered, resulting in the whole group following Lando to his car.
There was a collective disappointment as they made it to his car, not expecting his blue Jolly Fiat to be parked there.
Lando spoke up before anyone else could. “Look, if I had known we would be doing a Fast & The Furious, I would have come with another car. Get the fuck in.”
Lando got in the driver’s seat with Y/N taking taking the seat next to him as she knew where they had sped off to.
The three others were about to step in, but quickly found out that there were only 2 seats in the back. “Uh, someone is gonna have to stay behind.” George noted.
“Oh, no, someone can just sit on someone else, it’s fine, I’ve done it before.” Lando assured them.
Alex, Charles and George gave each other a nervous glance. “Uh, so who-“
“Come on, ladies! Get it before those assholes see all the ugly pictures I’ve taken of you guys.” Y/N’s words shut them up and they cramped into the backseats, Alex somehow ending on George’s lap.
“Let’s catch some thieves!” Lando shouted out, although the speed of his Jolly made the moment anti-climactic.
Meanwhile Y/N instructed Lando on where to go, Alex suggested someone call the police- which Charles decided to do since he had the best knowledge of the French language amongst the three of them.
“Why does this thing go so slow?” George criticized the car, a judging look on his face.
“They took inspiration from the Mercedes.” Lando bit back, not appreciating the slander of his car.
Alex, and Y/N snickered at the comment. “More like from Williams.” The youngest corrected.
“Hey, that’s enough!” Alex defended his team.
The attention went from Alex to Charles as he hung up the phone. “They’re gonna dispatch a team, and advised us to respect the rules of the road.”
“Fuck the rules, I want my camera back.” Y/N said, yelling at Lando as he almost went the wrong way.
“You’re not being a good navigator right now!” He screamed back.
She groaned at him. “I’m literally pointing at where you’re supposed to go!”
“You’re not pointing good enough!” The two 23 year-olds start bickering back-and-forth with one another, much to the dismay of the other three men in the small car.
“Why are they always like this?” Alex whispered to George and Charles.
The both of them shrugged their shoulders. “Unresolved sexual frustrations is my guess,” he mumbled, “at least on Lando’s part, I’m still not sure what Y/N is.”
The Williams and Ferrari driver snickered at George’s answer, somehow understanding what he was referring to.
“Are you gossiping about me, Russell?” Y/N suddenly turned around in her seat, catching the Brit off-guard.
He merely shook his head, his eyes widened.
“Good, you wouldn’t want the others to know what you’ve been up to.” Despite the sweet smile on her face, the threatening tone to her words made the Mercedes driver feel uneasy.
“THERE!” Y/N’s loud voice made the entire car flinch, Lando momentarily letting go of his steering wheel.
“Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY? WE COULD HAVE CRASHED!” Alex scolded the young woman, almost falling out of the car as he was still seated on George’s lap.
“I’m sorry, Albono,” she smiled sheepishly, “but look, the police stopped them.”
The four men in the car let out a collective sigh of relief, glad their adventure was over.
Lando parked the car on the side of the road, behind the thieves’ getaway car. They could see a cop walking over to them.
“You called?” He asked in French, glancing at the five of them.
The drivers shamelessly looked at Charles, the man internally rolled his eyes at them, but he answered his questions.
After some questions back-and-forth, Charles pointed at the woman in the passenger’s seat.
“Y-your camera?” The cop asked in a heavy French accent.
Y/N nodded her head, a polite smile present. “Yes.”
“Would you, uh, mind filling out a little paperwork in the combi? You’ll get your camera back as well and can check if there’s any damage.”
“Sure, no problem.” She gave her colleagues a smile, and made her way towards the large cop car.
The four drivers remained quiet as the cop didn’t follow Y/N, instead lingering around Lando’s car. “It’s a Jolly?” He asked.
“Yes!” Lando answered, cringing at his over-polite voice.
“Aren’t those for just four people…” The man gave the four of them a stern glance, raising an eyebrow.
They awkwardly chuckled, not knowing what to properly answer. “Uh, well, you know, our friend, she, uh-“
“I’ll let it slide, this one time only!” The cop raised his index finger, indicating this would be the one and only time he’ll let them get away with it. “And don’t speed around. I know you guys are Formula One drivers, but you also have to respect the rules.”
“Yeah, we will. Thank you so much.” George thanked him in name of everyone.
Y/N came walking back to the car, a happy look on her face as she had her camera back. “It’s not damaged!” She excitedly told them.
“That’s great, Y/N.” Lando was relieved his present for her hadn’t been broken.
“You guys are free to leave, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine, alright?” The cop reminded them one more time.
“It won’t happen again, thank you so much.” The group of five chorused several sayings of gratitude, before driving back to the sports center.
“Well, that’s going to be a fun story.” Charles snickered, dimples on display.
The others laughed, only then realizing how bizarre this whole situation was. “I don’t think people are even going to believe this.” George noted.
“Oh my god…” Y/N mumbled.
The heads of her four friends turned towards her. “What is it? Is something wrong with the camera?” Lando asked, concerned about the device.
“Those fuckers took a selfie with it!” She exclaimed, disbelief written all over her face.
“What?!”
“Look at this,” she handed it to the three guys in the back, the small screen showing the two men in their getaway car, “who fucking does that?”
“Well, at least we have proof now…”
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oncomingnight · 8 months
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Yandere! Artist
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Lorenzo was an incredibly well-groomed man. Only ever wearing the best tailored suits, minimalistic patterned ties and perfectly polished loafers. His mindset and obsessive tendencies completely contradict his organized persona.
A vast array of his works are just murals and life-sized portraits of you. Never in his life has he seen such an undeniable beauty like you, the closest anyone else other than him will get to admiring you is on the canvas. The two of you will be at the opening of one of his exhibitions watching everyone stand and stare at his works of you, it's an odd feeling but it's nice to witness how extensive his love for you is.
It's not that rare of an occurrence for someone to approach the both of you in public and start the conversation off with:
"So, the man and woman of the hour!"
Lorenzo has several works of his that he'll never allow anyone see, he keeps them a secret from the public eye. These private crafts consist of ceramic forms of your naked body, he never creates them for sexual pleasure but more so to admire every little crease and mark on your body when you're not there with him. He's also not known for ceramics but rather paintings in the style of impressionism and realism.
He has a friend group filled with people that are involved in the art scene, like, poets, architects, film directors, song artists and other well known painters. His presence in the art scene is pretty prominent as he's had books and articles written about his work and the supposed meanings behind them. When other artists are being interviewed and the topic of inspirations is brought up, his name is dropped all of the time.
Lorenzo grew up on a farm in a little agricultural town. He got used to churning butter, helping his father determine which produce was ripe, cutting homegrown vegetables on a creaky wooden table. He enjoyed this upbringing as it prepared him to make his own meals with what he had and how to grow food the correct way. Now, as he moved away from the countryside and into an immensely populated city, he always drives downtown to the farmers' market to not only get a sense of home but to get his groceries in a reliable space.
His love languages are all five of them; quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts and physical touch. During the most unexpected moments, he will place a framed portrait of you that he painted with the upmost attention in your hands. He will take you on a day-long trip to an area that you mindlessly mentioned of wanting to visit, taking you on a shopping spree to purchase anything you want and maybe he'll purchase an Italian leather jacket for himself.
Lorenzo really enjoys reading books but the genres he favors the most are philosophy, auto-biographies and (art) history.
He is an incredibly classy and proper man so when it comes to confronting somebody, he uses knowledge and soft insults to shoot them down. The two of you were at an opera that Lorenzo had dragged you to, and when a singer that was previously flirting with you walked on stage, he couldn't hide his disdain for the man. Lorenzo began critiquing their shrilling voice and off-key notes
"Isn't he supposed to be an alto? He's practically yelling as if it's spring break and he's a school boy." "Rossini didn't compose it that way, why did they alter it?" "My goodness, we should've never came, come, let's leave."
He can be a bit petty but there's no limits to the things he'd do for you.
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shooting-love-arrows · 4 months
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A villian yandere? Not like those cartoon villian but the one that actually make the reader feel fearful, not because the villian is physicaly scary or something but the villian is so cunning, sly and manipulative like the knave from genshin or fyodor from bsd
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍
PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 x reader (gender not mentioned/specified/implied) TW. manipulation, isolation, holding reader against her will, stockholm syndrome, dark yandere, flag so red my eyes hurts, unhinge, yandere behavior. A/N: Inspired by manhwas I've read so far. I'm on a roll guys. I didn't expect it to be this long too but man, he's one crazy creation.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Who isolates you to the point of insanity. It is widely known humans are social creatures and we need social interactions. However, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 used this fact to his advantage. Knowing that after a while people go mad when they don’t interact with other people, he decided to do just that. At first his manipulation is subtle: hidden suggestions about who is right to hand with and who's not. Little yet meaningful words weaved between innocent sentences. Then when he saw his tactics working, he began to get bolder. As the group of people becomes smaller (thanks to him) 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 starts to outwardly say they aren't people you should associate with. They are a bad influence and did you know they said this and that behind your back? Real friends don’t do that! He doesn’t do that! That's when comments about how you don't need anyone but him, who always stays by your side and was right about what he told you, each and every time. Your family isn't safe from his doings either. He never fails to drive you away from them. Suddenly they are people who lead you on and make a fool out of you. A black sheep of the family. You just had to see! Before you know it, you are completely alone with only him to talk and listen to.
"I'm just looking out for you like a best friend should be doing." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 wanted to vomit when he said those two, blasted words.
Who snaps and ends up locking you up. Now that you're completed isolated and you happen to start living with him, he locks you up. In a bedroom with a bathroom attached who only has necessities and nothing you could harm yourself with. You can bang, scratch and kick at the door all you want but those doors won't budge. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 is fully prepared. Those doors were expensive but it was worth it. Those locks could be opened by him and the material it was made of could not be so easily destroyed without certain tools you didn’t have. And you're yelling, begging and crying? It is like music to his ears. He'll often sit at the door and listen to you, basking in your voice, and when you're quiet (either pass out from exhaustion or too tired to continue), he'll pick up from where he ended the last time, manipulating you again. His sentences are repetitive and he wants to drill those into your head. He'll tell you how no one is looking for you, how he's all you need, how he'll take care of you and so on...
"Those people want to hurt you. I am doing this for your own good. If you want, I can bring you something? I was thinkng about tamagochi! They are so cut, aren't they?"
Who has to show you some tough love. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 didn’t expect you to realize just how much he loves you. That’s why he tried to be an understanding partner and be forgiving towards your rash and childish tantrums. But he has his limits too. For example, he notices how you don't eat meals he oh so lovingly has prepared for you. If you don’t want to eat, then he won’t force you. He just doesn't bring you food for the next 2-3 days. Only water. And on the fourth day, he'll bring you a proper meal again. Of course, like he expected, you ate it all. See? It’s not hard to act your age. You don’t see it but 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 smiled in glee when he saw an empty plate. It's a good sign!
"I'm relieved you like the food I prepared for you. I cooked it for the first time but when I saw the recipe I knew you'd like it."
Who you grow to not only fear and love. He is your captor, the one who took away your freedom and cut all ties with society, who manipulates you and ends up breaking you. Who you feared, despised and cursed like he was the source of all evil. But the longer you stayed in the little room that became your whole world, the lines between hater and love began to blurr. Not that you realized it. At some point something switched in your brain and although you feared him, you began to ponder over his words. Maybe he's right? After this period of time, no one ended up looking for you. No one cared enough to do so. And you do only have him. He always makes time for you, brings you delicious meals, and sometimes even gifts you a little trinkets when you act good. Not to mention you live in a nice bedroom with a bathroom too. He never touched you without your consent or forced you to do anything. You could make a choice to bathe whenever you want, pick one of the books he brought you and read and so on. Your brain was suggesting that he is a caring best friend who takes care of you and protects you from all those monserts that want to hurt and bring you down. Soon enough his actions made your heart speed up.
"I knew you'll love me..." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 teared up when he heard your confession. It was worth the waiting becaouse now he can bulit a perfect life he always imagined having with you. "I love too. So, so, so much sometimes it hurts."
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runningfrom2am · 4 months
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leveling the playing field XII
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summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 3.2k
tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). use of a derogatory term (pr*stitute) implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (both of them lowkey)
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a/n: nothing much to say other than thank you guys and i hope you like it :)
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"Coryo!" You grin, running out of the house and down the front porch steps, throwing your arms around his shoulders as soon as you can reach him. It had only been a few days since you'd seen him, but you had to do what you had to do. Truth be told, you did miss him, though.
He chuckles as he catches you, carefully letting you down after a moment. "Hey, Y/N/N, how's it going?"
"I'm good." You grin, turning back at the sound of people laughing inside the house. "You have to come in to meet Ash. He's gonna come with us today, and Lucy Gray is packing a picnic! It's gonna be so fun."
"Who?" Coriolanus asks, but you're already gone, heading back up to the house. An uneasy feeling settles in his gut as he follows you, shoving his hands into his pockets as he enters the home. The kids are trying to gather things into bags, and Lucy Gray is packing some food to bring with the group out to the meadow.
You, on the other hand, are wrapped around the arm of a boy who looks like he belongs in the Capitol Zoo. "Coryo, this is Ash. We met at the Hob the other night." You explain, looking between the two of them as Coriolanus clenches his jaw.
"Nice to meet you." He says through gritted teeth, reaching out out of habit to shake the boy's hand. He's got dark hair, and somehow darker eyes. Immediately, he doesn't trust him.
"You too, man. Love the peacekeeper getup." He chuckles, shaking his hand briefly and Coryo quickly recoils to wipe his hand on his pants.
"Oh, Coryo is a peacekeeper." You explain, smiling up at Ash as he drapes an arm around your waist.
"We're in the business of trusting those monsters now?" Ash asks, somehow maintaining a lighthearted tone. Like it was a joke, like Coriolanus was nothing more than his position.
"Only a couple." You laugh, shocking Coryo completely. Not so much as a word in his defense while this district trash said such horrible things about him. He was back to not even being able to recognize you. "Coryo is my best friend. We've known each other since we were kids. Sejanus too."
Best friend... That's it?
"That makes sense then." Ash nods, and Coryo stands up taller as Ash not so subtly sizes him up.
"You know, Sejanus has been awfully chummy with Billy Taupe and his friends. Ash is one of them." You say to Coryo quietly, taking up the rear of the Covey as all of you walk out to the meadow behind the house. "Have you noticed?"
He hums in acknowledgment, thinking it over. "It is odd." He agrees. He has noticed your mutual friend sneaking away on any nights out they could spare, and just generally being more cagey than usual. And it makes more sense that his name would mean anything to your new friend.
"Have you asked him about it?"
"No." He shakes his head. "You should, though. He trusts you more."
"That's not true." You laugh. "You are his best friend, after all."
"As are you." He raises an eyebrow at you.
"Oh, please. He throws that term around too loosely." You roll your eyes playfully.
"And you don't?" He asks, obviously referring to how you called him your best friend earlier. It's working. This was evidence that referring to him that way was driving him crazy- you had him wrapped around your finger, and you loved the feeling.
"Nope." You grin, bumping him with your shoulder. "Have I told you the haircut is really working for you? Because it is."
"Thank you. It wasn't by choice." He explains, smiling at the compliment but shrugging it off.
"I figured." You laugh, reaching up to run your hand over his shaved head. "I miss your curls, though..."
"Y/N! Come here!" Ash calls from up ahead, walking backward now as he waves for you to join him.
"Coming!" You call back, immediately ditching Coryo to catch up with him.
Coryo cringes at how his boots sink into the dirt and how you let Ash yell at you like that. Like you were a dog. You'd hardly known the guy for a few days and he's already talking down to you, Coryo is appalled at your taste. You run up to Ash, immediately reaching up and sticking your hand in his unbrushed hair. If Coryo was a brunette and didn't shower ever, that's probably what his hair would look like. It made him nauseous.
The following night, after Coriolanus complained endlessly to you about the birds he had to spend most of his days trapping, you had a stroke of absolute genius. He really, really hates those birds, just as much as you can tell he already hates Ash.
As the sun is setting over the field surrounding the hanging tree, you tell Lucy Gray you're going for a walk, and off you go into the woods with only your mind to keep you company.
They'd set so many traps it was unbelievable, and a good amount had trapped some of the songbirds inside. They were beautiful creatures, timid, too, for birds who were typically so vocal. They were products of the Capitol, so that would only make sense. You were careful not to make a sound as you opened every trap you could reach. You could just hope that by the time Coryo and his group arrived in the morning, they hadn't been trapped again.
You knew this was likely considered treason, interfering with government projects, but you didn't have a whole lot to lose, and seeing the frustration on Coryo's face when he ranted about how stubborn these birds were made the risk well worth it. It wasn't the revenge you were used to doling out to people who had wronged you, but you had been working on changing, after all.
After setting free no less than twenty birds that blew your hair back out of your face as they shot out of their cages, occasionally thanking you by singing your footsteps back to you or clawing at your arms, you made your way back to the street to head back to Lucy Gray's home.
You sucked your teeth over the stinging in your skin from the small cuts and scrapes that nnow littered your forearms. You suddenly understood why Coriolanus hated the creatures. They were beautiful singers, but clearly so inconsiderate. They'd be trapped again anyways, you were just delaying the inevitable to piss off your friend. They got scratches on you, but your people would still win the war.
You lift the excess fabric of your skirt to pat the beading and drying blood off of your arms as you walk. The town was quiet, only a few people scattered around very rarely. Either homeless or drunk, minding their business as you silently made your way down the dimly lit streets toward the seam. You recognize you're almost home when you pass the Hob, through the alley where Coriolanus graced you with his subpar apology. Squinting toward that same back exit as the door creaks open, you move across the alley to hug the opposite wall as you walk, trying to mind your business.
"Yeah, okay. I'll arrange for that. Thank you, yeah. We'll work it out. I promise." Was that... Sejanus? Your theory is confirmed when the speaker steps out into the alley. It was quiet, a weeknight. If the Hob had been open, it was deadly quiet by this hour.
"Sejanus?" You call out, speaking without thinking.
The boy jumps, slamming the door behind himself and looking toward you quickly. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" You can see the panic in his eyes as you get closer, tucking your bloody and exposed arms behind your back.
"Just out for a walk. I wanted to look at the stars." You nod up to the unpolluted and clear sky to accentuate your point. The sky didn't look like this at home. "What about you?"
"Oh! Uh, same." He lies. "It sure is beautiful out tonight."
"It is." You agree, looking up at the stars for a beat while you cross your arms over your chest in the silence. "Who were you talking to?"
As he panics you try and tuck your arms back once more, the stinging of movement reminding you of why you hid them in the first place. "Just, uh, no one. Myself."
You hum in response. Sejanus made his fake story hard to believe. "Why don't you trust me?" You ask, tilting your head at him. "I feel like after all we've been through, you should trust me more."
"I do trust you." He replies quickly. "It's less about that, more about... I don't want you to get involved. It's better for you."
"Is Coriolanus involved?"
"No. No, he doesn't know anything. Same as you."
You nod slightly, looking him up and down. "Well... If you need help or you're in a tough spot, come to us, okay? There are few people you can trust out here. We have to have each other's backs."
"No, no, it's not like that." He assures you. "But okay. If I need help, I'll ask."
You smile. "Well, you better get back. Don't want to get caught out so late."
"You too, Sage."
You chuckle, giving him a quick wave as you walk back away from him.
Even in the dim lighting, he could see the marks across your arm that you tucked away with your turn, sauntering away casually in the direction of your current home on the Seam.
Coriolanus was walking a beat alongside the market almost a week later, the one his bunkmate usually took, but today he was too hungover to crawl out of bed. Coryo didn't have the stomach to watch you drool all over that district boy today, so he decided to just take the shift for his new friend instead of bothering to see you. Maybe, this would result in Beanpole owing him a favour anyway, and that was always nice to have.
It was a Thursday, so not all that busy at the market. It was mostly just mother's gathering food and supplies, which left him incredibly bored for most of the morning. He was wallowing in his self-pity when something finally drew his attention. Your laugh. He would know it anywhere. He scans the street again, posture straight as he tries to track you down, which doesn't take long.
Of course, there you are with your new friend, his arm over your shoulder as you hold his hand against your chest. God, Coriolanus hopes you don't spot him. He looks straight ahead, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wishing he could disappear. You were torturing him, the fact that you couldn't see that, or you just didn't care, was driving him insane. It was worse than if you had just stayed in the Capitol.
Now, he can't help but focus on your voice on the mostly quiet street.
"No, I know!" You giggle, looking sideways at Coriolanus who stood at the edge of the street. You're sure by now he had seen you. You didn't know he would be here, normally he wouldn't, but it makes the task of agreeing to spend time with Ash more bearable. At least it was for a reason. "I've never touched a mandolin before, how could they expect me to pick it up in one night?"
"Well, I'd sure be surprised if you could. No one learns that fast." Ash replies, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You hate it, you want to shove him off and hit him where it hurts, but you can't. At least Coryo was here to witness it.
"True." You nod, walking with him slowly past the stalls, browsing at some of the small trinkets and goods they had. It seemed to be all random things, which was foreign to you. Back home, every store had a purpose, even after the war the Capitol held onto this sophistication. "This is so pretty!" You smile, spinning out from under his arm to get a closer look at a dress someone had made. It was shorter than your skirt, typically one that would be worn by a child in this region, but it was oversized enough that you could wear it and it would land mid-thigh.
"How much is this?" You ask the woman sitting behind the wooden table, holding up the dress that she had clearly made.
"Forty." She answers, nodding to you. "It's steep, but I put a lot of work into it. It'll last your daughter a long time."
"Oh, no." You giggle, shaking your head. "I was thinking for me." You say, lifting part of the fabric to admire the stitches.
"For you?" Ash asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Yes, what do you think?" You reply, holding it up in front of you. "I like the red accents. It's beautifully made."
"You'll look like a damn prostitute," Ash replies without missing a beat. "That's what I think."
You bite your lip, face going red as you look down at it draped against your body. You're not sure if it's from anger or embarrassment. You sigh, folding it up again and turning to the woman who looks shocked. "I'll take it." You smile suddenly, placing it back down while you dig out some cash from your pocket, handing her fifty. "And don't worry about making change, I just hate carrying coins around."
"Thank you, dear. You enjoy." She smiles gratefully, taking the money and tucking it away in her pocket. You nod at her, and before you even turn around with the new dress under your arm you feel a firm grip on your skin, yanking you away from the stall and into a side street.
"Hey! Let me go!" You shout, trying to peel Ash's grip from your arm where it's digging in so tight it's already flushing the areas and opening your healed scratches from the birds, smearing the drops of blood across your skin.
"No, you listen to me." He says, dropping your arm in favour of pointing a finger right in your face as you're backed up against the wall. "If you're gonna be my girl, I'm not letting you walk around like some kind of whore. Do you understand?" He says, clearly fumingly angry by now.
You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You don't scare me, you're a district-born loser with no fucking job! How dare you try and tell me what to do with my-"
You're cut off when he smacks you. You take a shaky breath, instinctively holding the side of your face where his palm made contact. You feel your confidence faltering with the heat pulsing under your skin, and with your eyes closed in this back alley, suddenly you're back home. But you're not. You're not home, and he's not your father, and here, you're free. You're gonna kill him.
You open your eyes and stand up straighter, looking him dead on as your chest heaves with anger. You shove him back, pulling your arm back in his moment of shock to take a proper swing at him as he scrambles to push you back up against the wall. In your rage, you failed to account for the fact that he was much bigger than you.
"Hey! Back off her! Now!" Coriolanus shouts, clicking the safety off his gun before Ash can lay another hit on you, gun aimed unwaveringly at the boy as he quickly walks toward the two of you.
Ash panics, and you feel this as the forearm he had pressed up against your throat, pinning you to the wall loosened its hold and you shoved him off just in time for Coryo to push his way between the two of you, the barrel of his gun now inches from Ash's nose.
He raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, we're cool. I didn't do nothin' to her."
Coriolanus is fighting every urge to just pull the trigger on the loaded weapon in his hands. For you. For this asshole hurting you, for touching you, for the crime of even looking at you, he should do it. He breathes heavily, every muscle in his jaw constricted so tightly he's sure it'll ache for weeks.
You watch over your friend's shoulder, watching the gears turning in his head. Do it, you want to tell him, but even in your anger you can see that's irrational, so you keep your mouth shut.
Coryo sighs, lowering his weapon to use it to gesture to the street. "Get out of here." He mumbles, deciding to let him go. "And never so much as look at her again, understand?" You're almost a little disappointed as Ash spits on the ground at your feet, starting to walk away when Coryo turns the gun faster than you can process and jabs the butt end of it into Ash's face. A chilling crack echoes out against the crumbling walls surrounding you and he hits the ground, unconscious with an obviously broken nose.
Coryo is panting as he turns back to you, quickly throwing the gun back over his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asks, reaching out and holding your shoulders, hands running down your arms quickly to look over the injuries. "Did he do this to you?" He looks over the scattered cuts and scratches. He could tell they were healing, and they were inconsistent with what could be done with a blade or a man-made weapon, so he deducts quickly that you must have fallen into the wrong bush or something. Maybe when you were gardening.
You shake your head quickly, eyes locked on the boy on the ground.
"Hey, no, look at me. Are you okay?" Coryo asks again, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He nods expectantly, waiting for you to answer.
"Yes. Fine." You whisper shamefully, giving a slight nod under his gentle hold.
"C'mere..." He mutters, pulling you closer to hug him. He sighs, holding the back of your head and gently smoothing down your hair. It shocks him when you start to shake, trying to muffle your crying in the fabric of his uniform. He shouldn't have waited so long. He took his eyes off you for less than a minute to maintain his own sanity, and this is what happened.
You knew you were safe with Coryo, this was your fault for straying from that over some petty anger. He had betrayed you, sure, but he told you it was because he only wanted to help. If you had listened, none of this would have happened. You should have known he was right. At least he hadn't abandoned you, he'd even saved you. You were lucky he was even around.
"He hit me." You sniff through sobs, gripping tightly onto the back of his grey uniform. "I didn't, I don't know why, I-"
"Hey, hey, hey..." Coryo shushes you, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I've got you. You're safe now. I'm here."
"I'm sorry..." You sniff, overtaken by the foolishness of your own decisions. For denying your feelings for him in a way that only resulted in hurting the both of you.
Coryo has to fight back a smile as he takes in the familiar scent of your hair. "Don't be." He whispers, kissing your head. "I'll always protect you."
You nod against his chest, locking yourself firmly into his grasp. Even as your blood dried and stuck to his coldly grey uniform, you found it hard to let him go.
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Misunderstandings
Eddie Munson X Fem!HarringtonTwin!Reader
Summary : Eddie and Y/N have been dating in secret for months now, but what happens when Y/N can’t do it anymore?
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Warnings : Use of Y/N, angst, reader crying, couple drama, twin brother steve, supportive bestie robin, pet names, kisses, a few swears, happy ending.
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“Steve come on!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “We’re gonna be late!”
“Alright Alright I’m coming,”
“Next time we’re taking two cars, how the hell do you make us late everytime. We still have to pick up Robs!” she sighed, pushing her brother out of the door.
“Well Robin needs to get a license!” he exclaimed getting into the passenger side of the car. “She can’t afford it, don’t be a douche.”
“Blah blah blah, can you just drive. C’mon you said we were gonna be late.”
Turning the keys, engine starting, “I will kick you out of this car and you can walk.”
“I have my own car!”
“Then use it!”
The remainder of the journey continued with the twins bickering between themselves, only halting when they arrived at Robins. Beeping the horn to let her now they were here.
“Okay get in the back,” Y/N said to her brother.
“What? Why?”
“Robins a guest, she gets front seat! She’s also my bestfriend so-”
“She was mine first!” he cut her off.
“No!”
“Yes we worked at Scoops together!”
“And what? She didn’t even like you until I said you weren’t ‘King Steve’ anymore. Now move it.”
“You’re so bossy! I think you should be the older twin,” he sighed, climbing out the car.
Robin ran out of the house, sliding her jacket on, chuckling as she saw Steve climbing into the back, grumbling as he did. “Hey Robs,” Y/N smiled at her friend as she climbed in. “What happened to 5pm?” she asked the pair.
“Well Steve decided to procrastinate until 4:30, knowing it takes him at least an hour to get ready,” she explained, pulling away from the house. Grumbling came from the back, “Steve I swear I wasn’t joking about kicking you out!”
Robin laughed at the twins, knowing it’d be an eventful journey to the movies.
~ / / / * \ \ \ ~
“And this is why we tell them to be here 45 minutes before we actually need to be here,” Dustin explained as the trio walked through the door. “I’ll remember that next time you want picking up from Hellfire,” Steve smiled him.
“Also we’re not even the last ones here, where’s Munson?” Robin asked.
“Eddies coming?” Y/N whispered to her friend.
“Mhm, maybe it’s time to tell Steve?” she wiggled her eyebrows.
“I’m here I’m here!” a voice yelled as Eddie Munson practically fell through the door.
“Great can we go now!” Mike complained, yanking Els hand towards the door. “I’m just gonna get something to drink. Robs you want anything?”
“Cherry Pepsi please.” Y/N hummed at her friend, walking over to the line.
“Where’s my offer?” Steve called after her.
“What do you want?” she sighed.
“Dr Pepper!”
“You’re paying me back later then.”
“I’ll help her, I want to get some snacks so,” Eddie said to the group who went ahead into the theatre.
Waiting for the people in front of her to finish ordering, Y/N felt arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzle into her neck. “Hey Princess,” Eddie smiled, kissing her neck.
“Hey Eds.” Turning to kiss his cheek, “What do you want?” she asked.
“You.”
“Oh shush,” she wiggled in his hold.
“It’s true!” he exclaimed, which made her laugh. The people in front moved out the way and Y/N smiled at the worker. “Hey, can I please get a cherry pepsi, 2 Dr Peppers and … Eds?”
“I’ll order mine,” he smiled, which she nodded awkwardly at him. “That’s everything then please.” Paying for the drinks, she slid them across the counter, “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll bring Steves,” Eddie said.
“Oh um yeah sure, I’ll see you in there.” Grabbing her and Robins drinks she passed her ticket over to the clerk, giving them a slight smile.
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She found Robin and Steve, walking up to their row she handed Robin her drink, “Munsons bringing yours.” He nodded facing the screen.
Sitting next to Robin she sighed, “You okay?”
“Oh yeah fine, fine.”
The curly haired metal head walked in soon after, just as the movie began to play. Handing Steve his drink he sat down next to Y/N. She smiled at him, which he reciprocated, but quickly turned to face the screen.
Normally Eddie was chatty and touchy with her, they were keeping their relationship quiet but they were friends too. What if he didn’t want that anymore? Oh my god.
“Are we okay?” she whispered to the boy.
“Uh yeah? Why?” he asked, putting popcorn into his mouth. “You just seem a little off, you know you can talk to me?” He nodded, about to reply before they were shushed by Henderson.
Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach and focus on the movie. Clearly she wasn’t hiding her feelings well as robin squeezed her hand. She looked up at her friend who asked, “Bathroom? You want a breather?”
The girl nodded, almost trampling Eddie as she went, followed by her best friend.
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Cold water wet her face and she stood in front of the mirror, “Are you okay?” Robin asked, rubbing her shoulder gently. “I think he might want to break up. I mean come on, he won’t even look at me.”
“Hey he’s just being stupid, it’s probably just cause Steve’s here.”
“Yeah but he’s the one who wants to hide it not me! What if he’s embarrassed of me, or he’s hiding it cause he wants it to be a fling.”
“Listen to me, anyone would be lucky to have you. If he can’t see that then it’s his loss, he’s an ass. You’ve got this okay.” Y/N nodded at her, “Thanks Robs.”
“You wanna go back in? We can swap seats,” she suggested. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all, it means you can deal with your brother instead.”
“Oh goodie, lucky me,” she groaned, making them both laugh.
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Walking out of the movies, the two girls walked arm in arm. “It was so bad,” she laughed. “Wasn’t even scary!” Robin exclaimed.
“All you kiddies okay getting home?” Y/N asked the younger kids.
“My moms getting me, El, Mike and Lucas. Thank you though,” Will smiled.
“Max?” she asked the redhead.
“Eddie said I could ride with him.”
“Henderson?”
“Do you mind?” He asked.
“Nah kid, let’s go.”
As she was about to leave the theatre, she felt a hand on her wrist. “Hey, what happened in there? You okay?” Eddies familiar voice spoke.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Wayne’s working all day so, we’d have the place to ourselves,”he smiled, pulling her closer by her waist.
Wow, she really was just a booty call. “You know what Munson, I’m gonna have to pass. I’ll see you.” She said, pulling out of his hold and walking over to her car.
“What was that all about?” Robin asked.
“Nothing,” she shrugged, starting the car and driving towards Dustin and Robins homes.
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Robin and Steve were both working, but Y/N had a day off, so she was relaxing by the pool. Deciding that she wanted to spend the day by herself. Sliding into the water, she swam underneath, allowing herself to sink slightly.
Robin was right, she deserved more than to be someone’s secret, she deserved to be shown off and taken out on dates. Not just hidden away, never meeting family, a good half foot between them when friends were around.
Needing to take a breath she swam back up. Jumping slightly when she saw the familiar boy dressed in denim. “I did knock but no answer, and your car was out front so,” he explained.
Pushing herself out of the poor she squeezed out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. “Did you need something?”
“I thought you were busy today?”
“Never said that.”
“What’s going on?” He asked and she walked passed him. “You tell me.”
“What? Baby hang on a minute.”
“Don’t do that,” she sighed.
“Do what?”
“Call me that!” Y/N exclaimed, walking up the stairs and towards her bedroom.
“What I’m not allowed to call you that anymore?”
“No you’re not!”
“Well why not, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”
“I don’t know am I?”
“What?” Eddie shouted, “What are you talking about?”
“Well you seem to only want me as your girlfriend in private! And even then it’s like we’re fuck buddies!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is! You won’t even look at me around other people.”
“That’s not true!” Eddie starting shouting back.
“Yes it is! If you’re embarrassed of me just say so!”
“I-I … Y/N,” he stuttered.
“You know what just go!” she yelled.
“What?”
“Get out! If you’re so embarrassed of me, you wouldn’t want people to notice your van outside would you!”
“Embarrassed? I’m not embarrassed of you! Fuck will you let me speak!”
“Now you want to? Now you want to fix this? No I am done, get out.”
“What? Baby no-” he spoke gently.
“Get out of my house.”
She turned her back on the boy slamming the door of her bathroom and locking herself inside. Leaning against it she listened out. Footsteps pattered down the stairs and the house shook with the slam of the front door.
Unlocking her own, she ran to the window, watching him get in his van and slam his hand on the steering wheel. He sat for a few seconds, before starting it up and driving away at an unsafe speed.
Letting out a sob, her hands came up to cover her face. Wiping away her tears furiously she walked towards the bathroom to shower off.
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The phone rang out, echoing through the house, “Hello?” Y/N spoke.
“Okay what the hell is going on?” Robin spoke from the other end. “What?” she asked.
“Munson is currently going through romcom movies for himself, looking like he’s just been smacked in the face.”
Y/N couldn’t help it she sniffled, “Oh no, you broke up didn’t you?”
“Robs I couldn’t do it anymore! I’m so tired of being hidden away!”
“I know, how are you holding up?”
“I don’t know. Jesus Robs, I was so ready to tell him I love him, I feel like a fool.”
“You’re not. Hey I’ll come over later, we can have a movie night, I’ll make Steve take me to the store to get snacks.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
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“Munson,” Robin spoke, walking up to him.
“Oh Hi Robin.”
“Listen, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know cause I do. You and Y/N.”
“She told you?”
“I figured it out, you two kept making eyes at each other.” He chuckled at that.
“Yeah well not anymore. Pretty sure she hates me.”
“She doesn’t, just so you know. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you want to tell anyone you two?” she asked.
He sighed, “Robin, honestly, she’s way out of my league. I’m a freak. I’m a nerd. I’ve only just graduated highschool, and that was by the skin of my teeth. I have no money. I’m in a band. I have a shitty job.”
“Do you seriously think she cares?”
“I know she doesn’t, but she deserves the world.”
“Do you love her?” Eddie paused, putting the video he had in his hand back down, “More than anything.”
“Then that’s all that matters, now Munson, me and you are going to fix this.”
“Is there any point?”
“Eddie, I have never seen her like this over a guy. She adores you. You’re getting her back.”
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Lay on her bed, Y/N heard knocking on her door, “Yeah?” she called out.
“It’s me, do you want dinner?” Steve asked.
She hopped up off her bed and walked to the door, opening it to come face to face with her brother.
“Woah, you okay?” he asked. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes, wrapping her arms round her brother. “Y/N hey, it’s alright. You’re okay. Stevies got you,” he shushed her, rubbing her back.
Once she calmed down a bit Steve pulled away slightly. “What’s going on?”
“Just boy stuff. I thought I meant more to him than I actually did.”
“Want me to hurt him?”
“Steve, you’ve only won one fight in your life.”
“Against a Russian soldier!” she laughed at that. “Can I ask who?”
“I don’t think you’ll be happy.”
“Oh I already know. You’re not good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell me when you were ready.”
“How long?”
“Couple months.”
“Well it doesn’t matter it’s over now.”
“I see the way he looks at you, I don’t think it is. I’m gonna order a pizza okay?” he said, to which she nodded. Pressing his lips softly to her head, he squeezed her shoulder.
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“Y/N can you get the door?” Steve called out.
Assuming it was the pizza she opened it quickly, but it wasn’t. “Eddie?”
“Hi, um these are for you,” he said handing her a bunch of Tulips.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I came to fix this, hopefully. I want too. I will do anything I can to fix this.”
“Eddie I can’t keep being your dirty secret.”
“You’re not! Baby you’re not! You deserve the world, you’re worth so much more than me.”
“What?”
“I just, baby look at us. Look at me. Look at you. You’re worth the world and more. You deserve everything, I don’t want to let you down.”
“Eddie you mean the world to me! You are everything to me. I want you. I want us.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I just got into my own head. I saw the way the guy at the movies looked at us, and I’ve seen others too,” he explained.
“Eds I want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you. I want to meet your brother as your boyfriend, I want you to meet Wayne. I want the kids to think we’re gross when we kiss in front of them.”
“Well I’d appreciate if you didn’t kiss in front of me,” Steve spoke, he was leaning on the doorframe. “You make her cry again Munson, and you’ll be at the bottom of Lovers Lake faster than you can say D&D.”
Eddie saluted Steve, “It won’t happen again.” Steve hummed and wander back to another room. “Could we start again? Please baby, I love you and I’d be a complete idiot if I didn’t try and get you back.”
“You love me?” Y/N asked, her eyes widening.
“Yeah I do. So much. The thought of not being with you, of you hating me. It made me feel sick. Made me hate myself. I love you.
“I know I don’t have much, but I will give you everything I can. If you’ll let me?”
“Of course I will you idiot, I love you,” she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. “You do?” he laughed.
“Yes!” she gave him a watery smile, “I love you more than anything Edward Munson.”
“I love you Y/N Harrington.”
When their lips almost touched, someone cleared their throat. “Uh I’m sorry to interrupt but someone owes me $20,” a girl spoke, with two pizza boxes in hand. “Oh sorry, Steve!”
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Superpham AU (part 7)
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A short one today, but I thought this section was funny (until it got sad again).
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It’s a quiet evening in the Lane-Kent household: Lois is trying to turn her notes into an article, Clark is going over Jon’s math homework, and Jon is watching a show Lois is only half-following.  It features lots of gunfire and explosions, though Lois’s— unfortunately extensive— experience with witnessing real violence makes the version on TV look cartoonish.  She suspects that is part of the show’s appeal.
Danny is paying about as much attention to the TV as Lois is, engrossed in something on his phone.  At least he’s in the same room as the rest of them, instead of sequestering himself away.
“Hey Lois?” Danny suddenly asks.
Lois looks up from her work.  “What’s up?”
“Did you know the internet thinks you’re Superman’s girlfriend?”
Lois knows that if she looks at Clark, he’ll be turning red, the way he always does whenever this particular subject comes up.  Lois herself is barely holding back a laugh.  Jon’s wrinkling his nose, looking thoroughly embarrassed by his parents.
“Well, I am,” she says, barely keeping herself composed.
“No, I mean—” Danny begins.
“You mean people say that I’m dating Superman and married to Clark?”  Lois glances at Clark, who is now hiding his face in his hands.  “Someone forgot to check for cameras after rescuing me a few years back, and we got caught kissing on film.  It was let people think Superman is a homewrecker or let them think I’m in a polyamorous relationship with my husband and his alter ego.”  
“That’s… really weird.”  Danny is giving her the kind of judgmental look only teenagers can give.  
Lois does laugh at that.  “It is, a bit.  But it helps protect Clark’s secret identity, so I don’t mind.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Clark finally says.  “There were other ways to handle that situation; she just thinks this is funny.”
“Even your parents think it’s funny,” Lois says.  Clark just sighs, faux-aggrieved.  
“It’s not even the weirdest thing on the internet about Superman,” Danny says.  “It’s just the weirdest thing everyone agrees is true.”
“Please do not tell me what else you’ve found,” Clark says.  
“You can tell me,” Lois says.  “We can just make Clark leave for a bit.”  Reading conspiracy theories about Superman is her guilty pleasure, though if anyone asks, she does it to keep tabs on anyone who might have a viable way of hurting him.  
Danny just laughs, and something in Lois’s chest seizes up.  Is this the first time she’s heard him laugh since he came back?  She thinks it might be.
She doesn’t want to call attention to it; like as not, that would just make him pull away again.  Instead she says, “Superman doesn’t even get the best conspiracy theories.  Those are all Batman.”  That’s because Bruce purposefully cultivates them, of course, but that’s not important.
“Which one is he, again?” Danny asks.  
It’s not that Lois ever forgets that Danny has spent most of his life in another dimension.  But little offhand comments like that… they really drive it home.  There are plenty of superheroes, even Justice League members, that most of the general public has never heard of— but Batman is not one of them.
She's saved from answering by Clark.
"You'll meet him eventually," Clark says.  "He's a good friend of mine.  And Jon and Kon are close to his two youngest sons, Robin and Red Robin."
Danny nods thoughtfully.  "Right.  I think Red Robin's in the group chat Kon added me to."
Lois reminds herself to thank Kon next time she sees him.  He and Danny seem to have connected, and Kon seems to have made it his personal mission to keep Danny from slipping too far into one of his funks again.
"Speaking of Kon," Clark begins.  "Ma and Pa want to know when we'll be able to make it to Smallville to visit."
They've been trying not to overwhelm Danny by introducing him to too many new people at once, but maybe that was the wrong choice.  Maybe they should be pushing him to get out more, to connect with this dimension.  Besides, Kon spends most of his time in Smallville, and they already know that he and Danny get along.
Lois re-evaluates the article she’s been working on.  Perry would probably appreciate it sooner rather than later, but if she turns in a smaller article this week, she can probably swing a weekend off.  If not, she can always work on it from Kansas.
“This weekend should work,” Lois says.  “If that’s alright with you, Danny.”
Danny looks a little surprised to be consulted.  “I— yeah, that works.  Not like I have anywhere else to be.”  He laughs a little, but the joke falls flat, and Lois resolves to double down on helping Danny connect with more people here in this dimension.
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waltzingwithspirit · 7 months
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PICK A CARD: LOVE NOTES FROM YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE
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Top Left: Pile 1 Top Right: Pile 2 Bottom: Pile 3
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Pile 1
‘We would be a wonderful us’  ‘Workplace romance’ ‘I’ll follow you till the end’ ‘I’m always gonna be in love with you’
You might get text like this: 1. Them: You are beautiful, more than you realise. 2. Them: I’ll make you breakfast. 
Your future spouse and you share a similar sense of humour, you both will be teasing and joking a lot. I see they are into philosophy for some of you, definitely a deep thinker either way, their view of life might intrigue you. This person an you will have many conversations, they will be mentally stimulating to you and get you thinking. Definitely some air sign presence (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius). I see rain is significant, maybe you’ll meet that time but it is coming in strong. Either one of you loves to style hair. I am seeing a man braiding a girl’s hair. It’s the little things about your relationship, spending quality time whenever you can, through thick and thin. They only like you and want you to be verbal in expressing your feelings. They really want to get married to you have an unbreakable bond. 
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Pile 2
‘Hopeless romantic with high standards’  ‘Star-crossed lovers’  ‘You look at each other like the two of you have your own language’ ‘One in simping, the other is oblivious’ - literally everyone else sees it. ‘Are we friends? Or are we more?’
They might say these things to you:
1. I am not supposed to be thinking about you.  3. Why won’t you leave my mind?  4. Wherever I look you are there. 5. Them: fight me for the rest of our lives.
Their heart flutters when you are in close proximity to them. Romantic tension and some awkward moments, with stealing glances and shy smiles. You guys will also have a lot of healthy debates where you disagree and argue, but overtime know how to work things through and are respectful. The transition period from friends to lovers is really being given emphasis here, it’s like everyone else sees it, when you two are together, you forget other people exist. Some of you might even know each other since college or some educational institution. Your love is very pure, only wanting the best for them. It is a slow-burn romance, with hands almost touching but didn’t. You guys are each others safe space, giving a sense of security. 
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PILE 3
There are many different messages for this group, take it as it resonates. ‘Enemies to lovers’ ‘Friends to lovers’ ‘Workplace romance’ ‘SO THIS IS LOVE’  ‘Cute nicknames’ - even if you find them cringey right now, with the right person I see you turning into a puddle. ‘I feel lovable when you take care of me’ ‘Talk like best friends’ ‘Power couple’  ‘Someday when I say I am going home, it’ll mean I get to see you and that will make all of everything worth it’ Things they might say to you/text you: 1. You are so cute. 2. Do you wanna go driving? Just me and you. 3. We fix it together, because that’s what a relationship is about, going through life together as a team 4. You are so physically and mentally attractive at the same time, that’s why I am so crazy about you. 5. I only pretend I don’t like you. 6. [ angry whisper ] do you even know how cute you are.  One thing is settled, that they definitely find you attractive. It might start out as dislike which will morph into a friendship of sorts leading to a love connection. You guys love to banter. I see a lot of banter. If you read ‘the hating game’ I get those vibes. They find excuses to spend time with you until they are like I am gonna be honest and be more upfront rather than relying on some external factor. One of you is unconventional and the other finds them interesting and the constant need to be in touch, might also be a therapist of some sort, or just have healing energy. 🌙To know more about your future spouse in detail, DM me for a personal tarot reading🌙
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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 months
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like real people do (j.h.s.)
a/n: i watched set it up for the first time last night and got so inspired to write more for these two. please enjoy.
summary: A camping trip means secrets come a-tumbling out.
second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex
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“we could just kiss like real people do”
Jake huffs, letting his hands fall to his hips as he stares at his closet. 
“I don’t own anything to go camping.” You peer over the top of your phone to your boyfriend whose frown is growing by the second. 
“It’s one night Jake.” 
“Who’s stupid idea was this anyways?” He grumbles, pulling a sweatshirt out of his closet before tossing it on the ground. 
You don’t dare remind him camping had been Bradley’s idea, knowing it will only set him off further. 
California offered relatively warm winters, but Bradley had found a campsite up north in Julian that was still open, offering the possibility of snow as an incentive to the group to go. Jake had been less than pleased by the idea but had caved to the enthusiasm of his friends, as long as you had promised to go with. 
As the frustration grows in Jake's shoulders, you sigh. 
“Jake, just come sit down for a second.” 
He does, sliding across the bed. He positions himself to lay on top of you, in between your legs. His head meets your stomach as you reach down to curl your fingers in his hair.
With the season finally being over, he was letting it grow out a bit more than he normally did and you’d be lying to say you weren’t enjoying getting to curl your fingers in it at all moments. 
“How is this gonna work Jake?” You mutter as his eyes flutter close. “You can barely keep your hands to yourself as it is.” He grunts, the vibrations settling against your stomach. “Are you gonna be able to manage while we’re out of town?” 
He shrugs as his arms sneak under your body, wrapping around your stomach. “No.” He says petulantly. “Which is why I think we shouldn’t go. I can think of much better ways to spend our time than shivering our asses off in a sleeping bag on dirt for a night.” 
He grins up at you through his eyelashes as you give him a displeased look. “We’re going.” 
He groans, face falling into your stomach. 
“You know, we could just tell them.” 
After kissing Jake at Thanksgiving, he’d taken you out on date after date all the while asking you to keep it a secret from your friends. While he’d said at the time that it’s because they had all been so invested in the two of you getting together that they wouldn’t have let the two of you learn each other in private, you couldn’t help the pit in your stomach that it was because a guy like Jake didn’t want to be seen with a girl like you. 
“No, because then they’re all gonna be up my ass.” His voice is muffled by the cotton of Jake’s t-shirt you’re wearing. “And I like having you all to myself.” 
You sigh, beginning to push back his hair again. “We’re gonna have to tell them eventually.” 
“Yeah, eventually. Right now, you’re all mine.” 
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Having to keep his hands to himself is killing him, you can tell. 
Jake hadn’t gotten to sit next to you in the car, which had already started the trip off poorly. Javy had been riding shotgun with Natasha driving, Bradley in the middle of you and Jake. 
It had been fine, until Mickey and Reuben had bickered too much and Bob had pulled their car over and made Mickey switch cars with Jake. 
You’d gotten to the campsite later than anticipated, which had made things worse. In the way sleeping arrangements played out, he was with Reuben and Bradley (both notorious for snoring and snoring loudly), Mickey and Bob in a tent together, and Nat and Javy in another. You’d managed to end up by yourself as Bradley’s girlfriend hadn’t been able to make it at the last minute due to a work emergency. 
And now, you’re sitting with Nat and Bob and Mickey, playing cards as the rest of the guys stand around the grill, chatting about the upcoming baseball season at school. 
Except for Jake who’s sitting by the firepit, looking decidedly irritated. 
Apparently, having to keep his hands to himself meant that Jake had decided he couldn’t talk to you at all, which was now irritating you. 
As you sit down with your food, you sit next to Jake, tugging his shirt. You want to appreciate the way it brings out his eyes but you can’t as you drop your voice. All your friends were still by the picnic table, but Jake had apparently decided he wasn’t eating. 
“You need to chill.” You whisper. “This is supposed to be fun.” 
“Well, I’m not having any fun.” 
“And whose fault is that?” 
Jake crosses his arms as his nostrils flare. He turns away from you, kicking his feet up on the edge of the fireplace. 
“Jake.” You say firmly. “You need to go get food and breathe. You’re being a downer. I understand you don’t want to be camping but try to be a good sport about it. It’s one night; you don’t need to drag your way through it by starving and isolating yourself.” 
He lets out a lengthy breath, his shoulders relaxing as he does. “Don’t let Bradshaw take my spot.” He grumbles, standing up. 
“Never.” 
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He’s gonna walk into the creek near their campsite and find a way to drown himself in it because he can not fucking take any more of this. 
He glances at his watch, seeing that it's past 3. 
The group had been up late, sharing stories and playing games but after you’d called it a night just past midnight, he’d lost interest. Unfortunately for him, Reuben had already crashed an hour prior and Bradley had called it when you did. 
Meaning, he was trapped between two of the world’s most obnoxious snorers. He’s sure the two men can sleep through an earthquake and he’s not sure how they wake up to their alarms for early morning practice. 
He’d hardly gotten to hang out with you tonight and not in the way he wanted. He wanted to be able to have you sit in his lap, a blanket on top for warmth as you slowly started to drift off on his chest. He wanted to be able to rub circles into your thighs and run his fingers through your hair. He wanted to kiss you and hold you and laugh with you. 
He knew that he couldn’t because of his own stupid rule. 
A particularly loud snore from Bradley sends him rocketing up from his sleeping bag, exhaustion and irritation driving him as he tugs the tent close before walking the ten paces or so to your tent. He doesn’t even think as he slides in, tugging at the zipper of your sleeping bag. 
“Jake? What’re you doing?” You ask, more awake than he thinks you should be for the hour. 
“Scoot.” He says and you accommodate him, moving over in the two-person sleeping bag you’d borrowed from Nick and Carole. “I can’t fucking sleep with those two.” 
He feels his body instantaneously relax at your warmth, arms sliding around you to bring you into his chest. “Can’t say it’s much better in here.” 
“Don’t care.” He says, tucking his head into your shoulder, finally feeling himself breath. “I just want to be with you.” 
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You wake up next morning to the sounds of your friends, the chittering of birds, and the sunlight streaming through your tent. 
“-haven’t seen Jake.” 
“Maybe he went to piss in the middle of the night and got lost and eaten by a bear.” You can hear Bradley say. 
Horrors dawns on you as you realize they’re looking for Jake, who obviously isn’t in his own tent as he’s clinging to you, deep in sleep and tucked into your shoulder. 
“Shit.” You whisper. “Shit shit shit. Fuck, Jake, wake up.” You push his shoulder but all he does is groan, tugging you closer to him. “No, no, fuck Jake, wake up. They’re looking for you. Fuck, our friends are gonna find out. Jake-” 
A shadow appears in front of the opening of your tent as they bend down to unzip it. You feel like you can’t breathe as it reveals Javy, the boy already talking. 
“Hey, sorry to wake you. We can’t find Jake and I’m starting to- oh.” You grimace as a grin grows on his face. He turns, shouting behind him. “Never mind, I found him!” 
A full-belly laugh sounds as Bradley peaks over Javy’s shoulder. “Oh, you’re kidding. Oh my God, fucking finally!” He shouts, laughing as he talks. Jake finally stirs at that, letting one hand go of you as he reaches behind you for one of your shoes. Once he finds it, he chucks it behind him, wildly missing. 
Nat snorts. “Nice aim, Seresin.” 
“Fuck off!” He groans, finally turning to face the group crowded around. “You people-” He says, pointing between Reuben and Bradley, “-kept me up all goddamn night so the least you can do is let me enjoy the morning in peace with my girl.” 
“His girl.” Bob repeats, an amused smile on his face. 
“Yes, Bobby. My girl. We’ve been dating since Thanksgiving and we can talk about it later but please go away.” 
Javy throws his hands up in mock defeat before tugging the zipper close. 
Jake tucks himself back into you, hiding his face in your shoulder. 
“You’re not usually so grumpy in the mornings.” You whisper. 
Jake likes slow mornings. He likes getting to spend hours in bed with you, cuddling and taking you apart over and over again before pulling you from bed and making breakfast with you in the kitchen, a full spread. He likes the slowness, the quiet, a luxury he’s not usually afforded during the season. He’s sweet and sleepy and you think that you could love him most in those morning moments. 
He doesn’t respond, already falling back asleep against you. You wish you could sleep too, but you’re too awake and have never slept well on the floor of a tent, the ground lumpy beneath you. 
It does mean, however, that you get to hear Bob smugly announce to the group that they all owe him money.
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soulrph · 2 years
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" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 "  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
a wonderfully patient and creative nonnie asked for a list of prompts based on interactions between two good friends in the aftermath of a trauma that happens to one of them, and i’m nothing if not a sucker for angst and deeply emotional connections! so here we go! i’m hoping these will be up to the nonnie’s expectations! have a wonderful day, my lovelies, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST !!
“ i really hate seeing you like this... “
“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk... whatever you want, right? “
“ please say something... anything. even if it’s telling me to shut up and leave you alone... just say something. “
“ i really miss you, you know. “
“ i’m here. you got that? i don’t care if you never say anything to me ever again. i don’t care. i’m not going away, and i’m not going to stop being here for you, no matter how long you glare at me or ignore me or pretend that you’re okay. because i know you’re not. i know. “
“ talk to me. i don’t care what we talk about. it doesn’t have to be anything big. we don’t need to talk about whatever happened to you, not unless you want to. i just... just talk to me, will you? “
“ you know, i talk to a lot of people every single day. i hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; i hear it all. and the only voice i really wanna listen to is yours, you know? even when you’re driving me crazy. so come on. please... just drive me crazy again? “
“ ...seriously? no come-back? no witty retort? no... sarcastic shot at me? come on, i... i know we never ask these things, but, honestly, i’m worried about you. what’s going on? “
“ penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty? my whole life-savings? damn, at this rate i’d give away everything i own just to hear your voice again. “
“ this is like, the ninth voicemail i’ve left, and i know you hate voicemails, so i’m thinking this might be the one that pisses you off enough to pick up the phone and talk to me. because despite the number of times i’ve told you to shut up, i’m actually begging you to say something, now. weird how things work out, isn’t it? anyway. pick up your freaking phone, moron. please. “
“ will you please talk to me? please? “
“ i have exhausted every single topic that i can think of to get you to open your mouth and say something to me. all of them. you leave me no choice... how are you? “
“ listen, we’re all really worried about you. okay? and we wanna help you, but we don’t know how. so how about you write us a note, or something? maybe just, open the door, huh? i just wanna know that you’re okay. “
“ you’re not alone, you know. you’ve got people who love you. who care about you. you’ve got me. and i’m not going anywhere. “
“ look, i don’t know what happened to you. and i don’t need you to tell me, okay? i don’t... i just want you to know that i’m here. i got you. no matter what. and if you need some space, then... then i can leave. just tell me what you need, okay? “
“ i don’t need you to say anything. you don’t even need to open the door. i’m just gonna slide this paper under the door, okay? you tell me what you want for dinner, and i’ll bring it up. “
“ i’m sending you on a list of therapists and group support meetings in the area, okay? you don’t have to go, but... promise me you’ll take a look at the list, right? “
“ listen, i know you gave me a copy of your key for emergencies, and this feels like an emergency, but... if the silent treatment is part of you trying to get some space, then i don’t wanna intrude. you know? so just text me if that’s what this is, and i’ll leave you alone. “
“ i know, i know. you asked me to leave you alone. but that was two weeks ago, okay? and i haven’t heard from you. you aren’t answering my texts, you aren’t even reading them. nobody’s seen or heard from you, and... and now i just want to know that you’re okay. so please, open your door, and let me make sure that you’re safe, will you? “
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ccuniculusmolestus · 4 months
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Bunny Corcoran: Mother, Women and Sexuality (Masterpost)
Apologies for the shitty quality screenshot, idk why their quality got butchered.
Anyway I divided this thing into IV parts.
Intro
Camilla
Marion
Henry
INTRO & DISC.
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Not to be a bunny apologist literally, he's sexist piece of shit, but you know whats funny? The way this fandom absolutely REFUSES to acknowledge the fact that, despite Richard's shady ass describing Bunny as "homophobic but not in a repressed way", Bunny could very well be gay or bi at the very least. The fandom just doesn't want to see it because he doesn't form "convenient" enough ships with major characters (he does. You guys are just cowards.)
Yes I know, sexist hetero men despise women just for being women, but they view women purely through a sexual lens. But Bunny's prude ass was NOT a pervert. I mean, this is the guy that got triggered when Richard asked him about his hickey.
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Yes yes sexually repressed people can act prude-ish in front of people but be total pervs when alone, but nothing at all hinted at Bunny being a pervert who viewed women as walking meat bags. I just find it weird that the only two female companions he had (Marion and Camilla, aside from Judy bcs we never see them interact) he just...didn't like them. Camilla he was good to, occasionally, in a very platonic way ("paternalistic stance").
CAMILLA
And you know what drives me crazy? In this group of 5 boys and 1 girl, Bunny was the ONLY one who was never inappropriate (sexually) or sexual with Camilla. Even the openly gay guy in the group had kissed her at least once. Even her own brother-- not finishing that. Henry slept with her too. Richard kissed her, and wanted to sleep with her. Not Bunny. Yes, Bun was cruel to her in other ways, ordering her around, saying she was intellectually inferior, but he showed ZERO romantic interest in her. Which is kind of ironic to me. The only homophobe in that group was the only one not acting straight.
MARION
With Marion, my god, the way this boy behaved.
He called her his "reason of being", the purpose of his existence, but he could barely tolerate her. She was only a clip holding him together from those parts where he was falling apart; wounds left from a neglectful mother. Lets not mention how Marion is sort of an underdeveloped image of his mother; delicate, blonde, somewhat haughty.
That bitterness he probably feels towards Kathy was then pointed to Marion. Its so freaking clear that Marion is filling the "Mother" role in Bunny's life. She's "feminine" (a trait often associated with motherhood and vice versa), she's "bossy and businesslike". I don't need to explain this, I'm sure.
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But watch Bunny's reactions to her; hes submissive for the most part.
For a man who's so incredibly sexist, it doesn't make sense for him to choose such a woman as his partner, does it? Now, either Richard entirely fabricated or exaggerated Bunny's sexism in order to justify his murder, or
His "dislike" for women didn't stem from the weird sexual obsessions misogynists tend to have, but from something else. It could be, purely, his mommy issues, or something else.
You know that whole, Bunny calling Marion that title, but treating her like a chore just reflects what a big performance his relationship truly was. He didn't love Marion, perhaps he liked her, appreciated or cared for her, but he didn't love her. Marion was, like every other thing in his life, just an element to uphold an image of himself. Potential beard? Maybe.
HENRY
Bunny's true "raison d'etre" might have not existed. The only person he could be said to gave been obsessed with was, truly, Henry. And im not just saying this for the sake of it. Bunny was invested in and attached to Henry, perhaps a result of his financial dependence on him.
I don't know guys, I just don't think its normal to snoop around your best friend's things often, or make multiple attempts to read their journal--
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this boy was DESPERATE to know the inner workings of Henry's mind. Mind you, this is BEFORE Bunny found out about the murder, or had reason to suspect Henry for anything. Henry's said he was always nosing around for it, and he mentioned Bunny was an "obtrusive" roommate -- meaning this was normal occurrence for him around Henry. Yes, he was also kind of like this with others (Stealing stranger's foods, stealing Charles' cooking literally as he works in the kitchen) but neither of these required a sense of interest in the person he was stealing from. It was to serve his own needs.
Bunny also shows a reluctance to lose Henry.
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After their fight, he's so overwhelmed that he doesn't know how to react (mentioned by Henry himself), and his first instinct is to try and cling onto whatever shred of normalcy there was left between them. Despite knowing the numerous cruel things Henry had written about him, Bunny just took it. He stayed somewhat amiable to Henry later. Yes, yes. He got annoying about "the blackmail" (or his inability to keep his mouth shut) but Henry and Francis BOTH tell Richard that Bunny doesn't see what he's doing as "blackmail".
In fact, i think Bunny the fool was trying to get "in" on the feeling of being in on a secret. Image below is regarding that German that started following them in Rome.
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But his immediate reaction of pretending everything's fine isn't the first or last time he tries to keep things cool with Henry.
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Henry, despite having to deal with Bunny's worst tantrums, was still treated with a degree of respect that seemed to be reserved only for him. Was he afraid of Henry? Hell no.
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Bunny was never afraid of insulting Henry, or fighting with him. But he rarely ever got personal with him. Yes yes he complained about the money and every little thing, but the way he went after the rest of the class? Targeting their weaknesses? He would've known Henry's weakness, he was perceptive enough. But he didn't. He still treated Henry with respect. Deference. Described as "polite submission and respect".
With Henry, Bunny was totally emotionally vulnerable. Henry reactedd explosively twice during their arguments. The first is when he slapped Bunny so hard that he "left a big white mark on his cheek", and the second where he broke that chair when Bunny was fighting him in his room. Despite losing control, Henry maintained a level of composure. Bunny never did. He became hysterical each time, screaming and becoming violent the first time, but sobbing himself to sleep (IN HENRYS BED) the second time.
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He slept in his bed. There was literally no reason for him to do that.
Except maybe he craved closure. Maybe he just missed his best friend. Maybe he was too shaken up to move from his spot.
And I don't want none of you fools being all "Henry didn't gaf about Bunny."
This is Henry's reaction to Richard essentially saying "You thought Bunny wouldn't be a problem??" And then reiterating that they're old friends.
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Do you even understand the implications of that last line? Bunny, whose entire being was hidden under a carefully crafted persona, admitted his family's SHORTCOMINGS with HENRY. Bunny, whose image was everything for him. Perhaps his image WAS his raison d'etre. Bunny, who lived life as an illusion of his true self, projecting away his insecurities. Bunny, who would never admit that he was poor, that his family was flawed in any way, told Henry this. How many more things do you think he confessed, or what other parts of his past and home did he reveal?
Yes, he could have just been telling Henry those things to mooch him off, but he also mooched off his other friends.they didn't know a thing. Marion, who I believe his family hadn't met yet (?) Probably didn't even know. Amd if youre from a dysfunctional home, you already know the only people you've told about your home are special, hand-picked.
Henry was also the first and only person Bunny told about Camilla/Charles.
Perhaps it hurt him, being left out of such a major events of Henry's life because Bunny was sharing practically everything with him.
Alls I'm saying is, Henry meant more to Bunny than most people realize (and dare I say, vice versa), and the only reason people don't see it is because RICHARD didn't see it (fool saw the potential of the dynamic but then was like "nah bunny's too ugly for that").
Bunny was most definitely either a repressed bisexual/gay man, and you cannot change my mind. And while his hatred of women is vile and inexcusable, it stemmed from a place of deep personal issues and insecurities.
Anyway. I'm done rambling LOL.
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missdictatorme · 5 months
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Just A Little Push
Pairing: William Miller x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Summary: William Miller was a gentleman. No matter what. If a woman was in need, he helped her. He always tried to be respectful, but what happens when you are pushing his buttons long enough?
Warnings: Reader is drunk, but not that drunk. Will is so done with you being a brat but he is also horny. Both of them are idiots. "Just the tip, oops, its fully in." Don't drink and drive, even if it's just a beer. It's only okay in fics. Lots of typos cause I'm too tired to edit.
A/N: Just a little something cause I miss my sexified Disney Prince.
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Will was in trouble and it all started with Benny. It always started with Benny.
Damn his overly friendly nature. If they were dogs, Benny would be a Labrador. Or a Golden Retriever. Whatever dog breed is the most eager to make friends.
The boys had a favourite bar they liked hanging out at. The place was clean, the bartender was cool, the music was good, the drinks had reasonable prices. They liked it here. When Benny got drunk he always wandered over to other tables to chit chat. With complete. Fucking. Strangers.
So far it didn't get him in trouble, the other people just laughed with him and shared some stories then Benny got back to the boys to retell their tales.
Until one time a bigger group of women entered the bar.
They were pretty, they were in a good mood, and they happened to occupy the table next to the boys.
All of them gave the group a once over as they passed and Benny being Benny couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Hiii giiirrrls." - he greeted them with a big grin.
The ladies giggled at the clearly drunk young man.
"Hello random citizen." - you answered and lifted your hand.
Benny high fived you as you walked by him and laughed, watching as you all got comfortable at the table.
"Allow me to buy your first drinks." - he said over Pope and Frankie's shoulders.
Your friends got excited but you narrowed your eyes then looked at the other man who was facing your table, the one who was sitting next to this fella.
"He doesn't have any money, does he?" - you whispered loudly like the boy you were talking about shouldn't hear this conversation.
"Nope!" - Frankie turned around with a laugh before William could answer the question.
"Hey! I do have money! Right here... Right... here..." - Benny patted down his pockect confused.
"You left your purse at home, you dumbass." - William reminded him.
"Oh, right!" - they younger man pouted as he remembered it suddenly. - "Sorry ladies!"
"That's what I always tell my dates when they want to split the check!" - one of your friends said and your table roared with laughter while you shook your head.
"That's such a cheap trick, dude!" - you told Benny.
"I swear it was an accident!" - he told his friends at the table who waved him off, then Benny winked at you and you snorted, rolling your eyes.
"Tell you what, we have a round with my friends then I let you kick my ass at darts and you can pay for our drinks. Would that make you feel better?" - you asked.
"Aww, you'd do that for me?" - Benny asked hopefully.
"Hey, not all heroes wear capes."
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That's how it started. From then on, on most Friday nights the two friend groups met at the bar and they pushed their tables together to drink and complain about work, bills, relatives or bad dates.
Sometimes the girls got a bit too drunk and the boys offered to take them home. Usually Frankie was the driver since he never drank alcohol, but sometimes it was Will, when Frankie wasn't there. Will only drank a shot and one or two beers at tops, so he was good to go.
The boys were also the protectors when it came to other drunk dudes trying to approach you or your friends. Frankie, Santi, Benny and William were all very handsome men and you and your friends liked to thank their help with hugs and pecks on the cheek. Benny also noticed your hugs and kisses lingered a tiny bit more when you were seated next to Will and his arm somehow always ended up around your shoulder to keep you at his side when you wanted to pull away. When he first did that you looked at him with a smile, but with a curious gaze.
"So other men don't get funny ideas." - he said and you thanked him again, resting your head on his shoulder.
Benny smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Will when the older brother's eyes landed on him across the table as he took a sip from his drink while you were laying against him, talking to the girl sitting on your other side.
Will narrowed his eyes at Benny, daring him to say something stupid, but thankfully the younger man stayed quiet.
Will then turned to Santi to continue to talk with him and after a few minutes he felt as you grabbed his hand that was across your shoulder and started playing with his fingers. He turned his head to look at your joined hands then down at you and he realized you did that absentmindedly as you were slowly nodding at the things your friend was saying. Will nuzzled your hair with his nose playfully, and he sucked in a breath when your other hand landed on one of his thighs. He squeezed your hand warningly, but that only ended with you squeezing his thigh in return, then continued to caress it.
He leaned more down until his lips found your ear.
"What are you up to?"
He smiled when he heard your giggle, then you turned your head on his shoulder to look up at him.
"Nothing." - you replied with an innocent smile.
"Mhm, yeah. You want another drink?"
His face was close to yours, with your noses almost touching. Fuck, you loved his eyes. You shook your head as your eyes dropped to his lips for a second, then you look up again.
"No. I'm getting sleepy. Can you take me home?"
Will's face fall a little. It was still so early and you wanted to go home. He was looking forward to this night to see you again after one week and you were barely here for two hours, but you wanted to end the night early. He also was hoping he could gather the courage to ask you out on a date, but looks like luck wasn't on his side tonight.
He squeezed your hand again.
"Of course, sweetheart."
After about two minutes of saying your goodbyes to the group, you wrapped your hands around Will's arm and he escorted you out and to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you climb in, being careful that you don't bang your head as you got it. When he sat on the drivers side and started the car, he saw that you were still struggling with the seatbelt, then you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Help."
Will laughed and reached over and with one move he easily pulled the belt over you and clicked it in place.
"My eye-hand coordination is even worse when I'm drunk."
"Well, you did say coordination without any trouble so I think you're doing pretty good, especially compared to a drunk Benny."
Will grinned when he heard your giggles and he started to drive you home.
You made small talk during the ride, but William noticed that your eyelids dropped close for a few seconds every once in a while.
When he stopped in front of the building you opened the door to get out, but when you learned forward the seatbelt pulled you back.
"Ah!"
"Stay put, baby." - Will chuckled and he got out of the car and walked over to your side.
He leaned inside and undid your seatbelt, hearing that you sniffed him while he was close to you. When he pulled back to take your hand and help you climb out he saw that you had a dreamy smile on your face.
"Come on, let's get you inside." - he pulled you up, closed the door then locked the car.
He let you lean against him as you walked to the door and he helped you find the keys in your bag and opened the door for you again. When you reached the stairs you whined.
"I hate these stairs so much I could cry!"
"We don't want that now, do we?" - he asked and he leaned down to pick you up, bridal style.
You yelped and hold onto him for dear life.
"Oh my god, we're gonna fall down!"
"Have some faith in me, darling." - Will said effortlessly as he carried you up.
When he rounded the second floor you hummed.
"Jeez, just how strong are you?"
"Depends."
You frowned.
"On what?"
"For you, I could move a mountain." - he winked at you, making you giggle. - "Your turn." - he said as he stopped at your door.
You looked down at the keys in your hand and furrowed your brows to concentrate on fiding the right one.
Will watched you amused and waited patiently while you were searching.
"Ha!" - you held the key up in triumph, making Will chuckle then after three attempts you succesfully opened your door.
Will put you down on the other side of the doorstep without him entering your apartment.
"Mission accomplished, ma'am."
You giggled again and Will's heart ached a little that it was the last time he heard that sound tonight.
"Not quite." - you said cheekily. - "What if I fell while I try to go to my bed? What if I hurt myself bad?" - you pouted.
Will took in a deep breath, then licked his lips as he looked you over.
"I would feel really bad."
You smiled as you took a step back to let him in.
He slowly walked through the door and looked around as you closed the door behind him. Then lock it.
He turned his head to look at you as you flicked on the lights.
"You want something to drink?" - you asked you kicked off your shoes and he leaned down to untie his, not wanting to mess up your flat.
"No, thank you."
You walked around him to go towards the kitchen, but you only put down your bag on one of the chairs then you turned around, only to bump into his chest.
He grabbed your upper arms to steady you and you looked up into his stupidly beautiful eyes.
"Careful."
You gulped.
"Yeah." - you slowly took hold of his hand and started leading him into your bathroom.
After turning on the lights there too, you walked in front of the mirror, but slipped on the tiles and took hold of the counter with your free hand.
Will quickly put his hand behind your back to catch you in case you fall back, but you managed to gain back your balance.
"Jesus, girl."
"Help." - you said again with innocent eyes as you held up a cotton pad and a bottle for him.
Will chuckled as he took the items from you, inspecting the bottle.
He saw that the label said 'make-up remover foam' and he looked at you.
"I put this on the cotton or on your face?"
"On my face then you use this" - you pointed to the cotton - "to get it everywhere." - you gestured to your whole face.
"Okay..." - Will sighed, hoping he won't be too rough or poke your eyes out.
He first washed his hands and helped you wash yours, then he lifted you up to sat you on the counter and got to work.
He carefully applied some foam on one of your cheeks and started to carefully move it over that side of your face with the cotton pad.
"You have to apply a bit more pressure to get the make up off."
William did as he was told like a good soldier, still being careful. He saw as your make-up started to come off and he threw the pad on the trashcan next to the counter, then grabbed a clean one to continue.
He started smiling when he saw that you were smiling too with your eyes closed.
"Feels good?"
"Yeah." - you giggled, then after a few seconds you lifted your chin to show him your neck and he licked his lips as he cleaned your skin there too.
He leaned back a little to inspect you and his eyes softened when he saw how beautiful you looked even without the make-up.
"All done."
You opened your eyes and turned to the mirror to see how you looked.
"Good job, Ironhead."
"I tried my best, ma'am. What's next?"
"Help." - you said holding your arms out.
Will grabbed you under your armpits and picked you up from the counter and placed you on your feet.
You turned on the tap and washed your face, then held out your hand again sideways.
William followed that line and picked up your towel to give it to you.
You closed the tap and dried your face, then you put the towel back and faced him with a grin.
"Beautiful." - he said as he was looking at your face with a soft smile.
"Liar." - you narrowed your eyes.
"You see, when someone compliments you, you say thank you, let's try again."
You rolled your eyes.
"Nuh-uh." - he grabbed your hand and made you look at him. - "Ready?"
"No."
Will's gaze moved over your face as he took you in.
"You're beautiful." - he said in the most sincere voice you ever heard from anyone.
You looked deep in his eyes, getting lost in the beautiful colour for a few seconds.
Then you quickly shook your head and narrowed your eyes.
"Liar."
Will sighed defeated.
"You're impossible." - he said.
"You are impossible!" - you argued.
"No, you."
"No, you!"
"Brat."
You gasped again with wide eyes and Will smirked.
"Go get me my pajamas!" - you pointed to the door.
"You're cute when you're angry." - he kissed your cheek quickly then he was out the door.
A huge grin appeared on your face then you hid it in your hands.
"Where are they?" - you heard him yell from your bedroom.
"On the chair at my dressing table!"
After a few seconds Will returned with the asked items.
"Cute." - he said as he held up the folded pants and shirt, with the front of the shirt displaying the 'Barbie' logo.
"Hey, it was on sale." - you defended yourself.
"Sure, with the movie only being out for a month." - Will teased as he walked to you and handed them to you.
You narrowed your eyes at him again and he looked you up and down.
"You need help with changing too, princess?"
You licked your lips.
"In fact I do." - you said matter of factly and lifted your arms.
Will's heart started to beat faster as he looked over your body again. He took in a deep breath trying to stop his blood from rushing to the one part of his body he doesn't want it to, not like it fucking helped.
He stepped closer to you and grabbed the bottom of your top and slowly started to move it up, not daring to look at your revealed skin, but when it uncovered your bra he couldn't help but steal a glance.
Big mistake.
The bra was cupping your soft breasts perfectly and he wanted nothing more than to sank his teeth into the flesh that peeked out above the lace and bite it hard to leave a mark, then soothe the pain by licking it over with his hot tongue.
When the shirt was off he threw it on the top of the laundry hamper, then he grabbed the Barbie shirt and helped you put it on. Once you were covered, you reached behind your back under your shirt and unclasped your bra then you pulled it off from the front and threw it on the laundry basket too.
"Nice trick."
You grinned and took the pajama bottoms with one hand and you grabbed Will's hand with your other and lead him to the bedroom.
You undid your belt and buttons then pulled down your zipper, pulled down the jeans to your thighs them sat on the bed and lifted your legs.
"Help."
Will snorted and grabbed your jeans by the waist, but you stopped him.
"No, they won't come off like that, you have to grab the end of one leg and pull it. Hard."
"Uuuhh, okay."
He grabbed one of the ends and started pulling on it and he lifted his eyebrow when it didn't even move.
"The wonders of skinny jeans." - you explained with a chuckle.
Will started to pull again. Harder.
"Wooo!" - you grabbed the sheets hard when with the movement he yanked on your whole body.
"Jesus Christ, how do you even pull them on?!"
"It's not that hard, honestly. I don't know what happens when I wanna pull them down!"
"Okay. Hold on to the mattress. Tight."
You gulped and did as you were told.
"Ready?"
"I think so."
William gripped the material harder and yanked on it roughly and it finally slipped a little lower.
"Oh yeah, keep going!" - you encouraged him.
He stopped and looked at you tilting his head and lifting an eyebrow.
You sucked your lips between your teeth when you realized how that sounded and you giggled.
"Sorry."
"Be a good girl and stay put."
You bit down on your lower lip and Will smiled and rolled his eyes when he saw how your eyes sparkled.
He yanked on your jeans again and that side slipped off your leg.
"Oh, look at you, you got it!"
He gestured with his hand to lift your other leg and with the same technique he managed to yank it off your calf with one move.
"You're a pro already."
"I'm a quick learner." - he winked as he folded your jeans and put them on a nearby chair.
You pulled on your pajama shorts and tried to climb under the blanket, but it somehow got twisted and you couldn't kick it into place.
Will kneeled on the bed with one leg and shushed you like one would to a small child, and grabbed the blanket, shook it once, then put it over you.
You grabbed the side that was at your neck and pulled it closer as you turned to face away from him, tucking it under your chin.
Will looked over your form once again, before he sighed and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" - you asked as you sat up in the bed, when you heard his footsteps get further.
"Home?" - he asked confused.
A hurtful look appeared on your face and you patted the spot next to you.
"No, uh-uh, I'm going home." - he said as he started to walk backwards towards your door.
Your lower lip quivered and you patted the spot again.
"Sweetheart? Don't do this, please? You know I can't stay." - he pleaded. The hurt look on your face killed him.
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't. Cuddle me? Just until I fall asleep? Please, William."
He was so torn. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you, and even maybe...
No. You were drunk he can't do that. And he doesn't trust himself once he lays down next to you.
"Princess..."
"Please? I feel so safe in your arms."
Fuck.
"Just for a few minutes I promise." - you said as you laid down facing him and lifted the blanket.
Fuck, how can he say no? You look so pretty and vulnerable it is killing him to leave you like this.
But-
"I'm getting cold." - you said in a small voice.
All of his willpower crumbled at those tree words and his shoulders sank with the deep sigh that left his body. He slowly walked back to the bed, sat down then laid next to you, pulling the blanket over both of you. He extended one arm as he faced you so you can snuggle close to him, but of course you turned from the sweet little princess he loved dearly to that fucking brat that annoyed him so much when you rolled on your other side and scooted backwards to push your ass against his groin. As deep as you could.
He put a firm hand on your hip and squeezed it.
"That was fucking blackmailing."
You grabbed his hand and pulled it over you to place it against your tummy as you slipped even closer if it was possible.
"You could've left."
"Fucking brat."
"Oh, I'm gonna feel so bad for you for having to cuddle a chick, just gimme a sec."
"We shouldn't do this."
"Why?"
"You're drunk."
You snorted.
"I'm tipsy. Big difference."
"You're still a brat."
"Hmmm, maybe you should teach me a lesson."
"Keep acting like one and I will."
"Oohhh, is that a threat?"
"A promise." - he said as he moved his hips a little and you suddenly felt his bulge, pushing into your ass.
You grinned and arched your back, but Will pulled his hips back.
"Stop."
"I don't want to."
"You should."
You rolled on your other side to face him and pushed your nose to his as you hooked a leg over his hip.
"Just a little."
"Bad girls don't get shit." - he put his hand on your thigh to stop you from slipping closer. He still could feel the heat between your legs. Fuck.
"You're still in my bed."
"You're still annoying as fuck."
"You're cute when you're like this."
"Like what?"
"Trying to control yourself when all you wanna do is to rip my clothes off and fuck me." - you whispered and licked his lips with the tip of your tongue.
He enjoyed your affections for a few more seconds before he pulled his head back and squeezed your thigh again.
"You're just acting like this, because you are drunk."
You pouted.
"I'm not drunk, just tipsy."
"Still. It's the alcohol."
"It's not."
He lifted an eyebrow.
"Okay, it does make me a bit bolder..."
Will sighed and looked up to the ceiling.
"...but!" - you said as you rolled him on his back and straddled his waist. - "I'm glad, because I can finally act upon my feelings." - you started rocking your pussy over his bulge.
William growled and closed his eyes as he grabbed your hips and helped you move on him.
"What feelings?" - he asked in a low voice.
"That I like you, silly." - you kissed his neck.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. You know drunk people tell the truth."
"So you admit that you are drunk." - he opened his eyes and smirked.
You sighed defeated.
"Now who's the annoying one?"
"You." - he replied, then looked down watching as your hips moved against his.
You bit your lip and reached down to move your pajama shorts and panties to the side.
Will's pupils dilated as he saw your wet pussy rub against the tent in his jeans and you moaned softly when the rough material grazed your clit.
"What do you think you're doing, huh?" - he asked, but he didn't do anything to stop you.
"Just a little? Please? It feels sooo good." - you pleaded as you rubbed your clit faster on him.
"Little slut. Using me to get off." - he grumbled and he grabbed your hips and helped you move. He even lifted his hips in the same rhythm you were rubbing your pussy all over his erection. - "You're ruining my jeans."
"We can help with that." - you said as you started unbuckling his belt.
"Fuck, please no. Please no." - he closed his eyes, but again, did nothing to stop you.
"We just put the tip in."
"We won't do shit."
"You're free to leave." - you reminded him.
"You're free to come."
You giggled.
"Not without you, handsome." - you winked and lifted yourself when you were done opening his jeans and he lifted his hips when you tugged them down along with his boxer briefs. His long, fat cock sprung free, and your eyes widened while you removed your pajama bottoms and panties.
Wow, maybe you really just gonna put the tip in, look at that.
"I don't think you can handle that, princess." - he panted.
"Fucking watch me, Ironhead."
"It's okay, I still think you're cute."
You bit your lip as you grabbed his cock and positioned it at your pussy and you moved your hips so the tip of it slipped between your lips.
"Fuucckkk!" - Will cursed and he watched as you pushed his cock against his abdomen as you started slipping your pussy over the lenght of it from the base to the tip then back over and over again. - "Fucking tease."
"You want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare. Fuck, that's so hot." - he growled as he watched you ruin him.
His hands started to wander under your shirt and you grabbed the material and pulled it over your head, then threw it somewhere far. Will's hands immediately slipped to your boobs and he started squeezing and playing with them, making you moan.
You reached down to grab his cock and put his tip at your dripping entrance.
"Just the tip, right?"
"Mhm." - you confirmed as you sank down a little, making the head slip inside.
You both shuddered at the feeling and you moved a little up and down, making it slip out and back in.
"Hmm, you're so warm." - Will said as he reached down and squeezed your asscheeks with both of his hands. It made your pussy pulse and his cock slipped a little deeper. - "What do you think you're doing?" - he growled.
"Sorry." - you said as you moved your hips wilder, making your pussy swallow his cock more.
"Stop it. Fucking stop it." - he groaned as he snapped his hips forward out of instinct and grabbed your hips harder to pull you down more on him.
"Deeper. Of fuck, Will, deeper." - you moaned hungrily and Will fucking lost every ounce of willpower.
He fucked up into you with long, deep thrusts while you tried to copy his rhythm, but he was holding you so hard, the only thing you could do was to take it.
He bent his knees suddenly, and when his thighs hit your ass you fell forward. You caught yourself by putting your hands on either sides of his head and you gasped as your nose bumped into his. He used the opportunity and kissed you deeply, licking his way into your mouth and sucking on your tongue hard.
"This is what you wanted? Huh? You wanted me to fuck you?" - he asked as you bounced back and forth on top of him.
"Yes... Yeeesss... So good, baby." - you whined and kissed him again, then buried your face into his neck to bite his skin and suck deep marks in it.
William rewarded your actions with a few spanks on your ass, then he rubbed the skin to ease the pain.
"You always get what you want?"
"Only from you. You love me too much." - you replied as you cupped his jaw with one hand and smiled at him teasingly.
"Little brat." - he smirked and kissed you much more gently than before, then pushed you up. - "Ride me. Show me how much you wanted this cock."
You grinned and put your hands on his abdomen to help you move your hips back and forth faster and faster.
"You're so drenched, princess." - Will teased as he watched you move on him, trying to take a mental picture of you. You looked happy and wild and so damn beautiful like this. - "Squeezing me so good. You wanted this for so long, huh?"
You could only nod as you felt your orgasm approaching. He was sooo deeeeep. His tip reached a spot inside you that made you move harder and harder on him to feel his cock rub against it again and again.
"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to cum on my cock. Cum all over it."
You started caressing your clit and Will bit down on his lip hard as he watched you. This was everything he dreamed of and more. You felt so good around him and he was so turned on by you it drove him crazy. He started fucking up into you again, making you cry out. - "Ch-ch-ch. You wanted it, remember? Then fucking take it."
"Fuck, Will, you're so.... Soooo... Fuck!"
You threw your head back suddenly as the most powerful orgasm hit you. You cried out loudly and pushed yourself down on him as hard as you could to feel it shook through you deep deep deep. You moaned loudly with every wave that passed and your could feel his hands grip you harder.
"Where?"
"Inside, please, please, please!"
"You needy little slut. Fucking greedy for my cum!" - he groaned as his hips snapped forward hard as he started pumping his cum as deep inside you as he could.
"Will, Will! Oh my god!" - your eyes rolled back when you felt his hot cum fill you up and your legs started to shake from the intense orgasm.
You collapsed on top of him and he caught you with a weak groan. He wrapped his arms around you and started caressing your back when he heard you start crying.
"What's wrong, princess?"
You shook your head and kissed him sloppily. Will could taste the salt from your tears and he kissed you until you pulled away for air.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." - you panted and touched your forehead against his. - "This was... the most intense... orgasm I've... ever had."
Will chuckled relieved and kissed your lips sweetly.
"Same, baby. It was incredible. Fuck, you're shaking like a leaf." - he said as he looked down at your body and you laughed, wiping your tears.
"You were so deep I'd be surprised if you didn't break my spinal cord. Fuck. Guys like you are the reason women can't walk after sex!"
Will started laughing hard.
"Sweetheart, you were riding my cock like you were possessed, if someone broke your spine it was you."
"Help." - you said and Will grinned wide, helping you climb off him and you collapsed on the bed next to him like a ragdoll. - "Shit, I'm serious, I think my legs aren't functioning properly."
"Let me fix that." - he said as he slipped lower then rolled on his stomach between your legs.
"What are you doing?" - you asked and you pushed yourself on your elbows to watch him.
"Someone's gotta clean up this mess and it looks like it ain't gonna be you, princess." - he said then licked your mixed juices off your clit, making your eyes roll back. - "That's it, baby. Relax. Let me take care of you."
"Marry me." - you whined weakly.
Will laughed.
"You say this now, but if you're gonna be pissed when sober you is waking up next to a naked me in the morning, I'm gonna kick your ass."
You smiled.
"Maybe naked you should remind sober me what happened the night before."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" - he asked, kissing the inside of your thigh.
"Shut up and eat, Ironhead."
"Shut up and enjoy it, brat."
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Aita for assuming my coworker is a toxic partner?
I, 22M, work in a big chain restaurant with a bunch of people my age. Recently, one of the bussers who’s been at this branch since it opened two years ago (I’m a relatively newer higher but not by much, just not og staff) turned 19 and revealed that he has started dating one of the other servers that he’s been friends with for a while, let’s call the two of them Busboy (19 ftm), and Server (21 MtNB)
I’ve got nothing wrong with Busboy. He’s a hard worker, a little odd sometimes, and he’s been with our location for a long time. He and Server are both original staff members and the two have done a lot together, especially after Busboy turned 18 in December of 2022. Server set up Busboy’s first tattoo appointment, they go to the movies all the time, and at work they keep things friendly but professional. Honestly, we all kinda thought they were already dating before Busboy told everyone
Recently, Server got fired because of a stupid management rule about tables that walk out without paying. It sucked, but Server wasn’t really the best waiter anyways and there wasn’t really any lost love. Another waiter, let’s call him Closer (24M), and his wife (23F) have started hosting game nights at their apartment with Closer’s sister and some of her friends. As far as I know, Busboy and Server have been frequent attendants and tbh it looks like a lot of fun. Closer sent a general invite to the work group chat and me and some other coworkers decided to head over tonight
When we got there, it was fine at first. We were mixing drinks (no drinks for Closer’s wife since she’s pregnant or Busboy since he’s underaged) and playing games when I see Busboy take Server’s drink from them and tell them to stop drinking. Server sort of nodded real small like and I don’t know, it set off an alarm bell in my head. To paint a picture, Busboy is a fit young white guy even if he doesn’t pass that well while Server is a fat Mexican person with a lot of acne and stuff like that. Busboy’s also been known to cite his alleged disabilities to get out of work from time to time and he’s picky when ordering around the other bussers at work. Regardless of him being a Trainer, it’s just off putting yk?
I keep watching them before I asked Server if they wanted to be on my team for a card game we all wanted to play. Server looked to Busboy for permission and Busboy gave me a strange look before slowly agreeing. When Server and I were off by ourselves, I asked them if everything was okay. They didn’t really give me an answer, just sort of shrugged and said that it wasn’t anything I can do. Can you see where I’m going with this?
While we played the game, Busboy got very loud and obnoxious, saying inside jokes that only he, Closer and Server would know from when they opened our restaurant location, frequently interrupted my team and chastised me for offering Server some of my lemondrop drink, saying: “can’t you see that they clearly don’t want any?”
And here’s where I may be the asshole, I said: “How about you shut up and ask him what he wants?”
I know, I misgendered Server on accident, and I corrected myself in the moment, but the room went silent and Busboy got really confused and said: “But i did?”
I asked him: “When? They’ve spent all night stuck to your side, it looks like you’ve got them on a leash.”
Closer made an inappropriate joke to lighten the mood, but Busboy looked really confused and kept asking everyone if that’s what it looked like. I said: “yeah, it does. [Server], what do you want to do?”
Server said; “I don’t know, man, what are we upset about?”
But when I tried to explain that Busboy was acting really suspicious all night, everyone started telling me that I was wrong and that this wasn’t true, that Busboy’s always like this. It didn’t make any sense to me! I asked if Busboy always micromanages how Server drinks and Closer said; “no, but it’s [Server]’s turn to drive the two of them home. Usually [Busboy] drives and it’s a long drive, but today they’re in [Server]’s car.”
I ended up leaving pretty soon after and I feel really silly about the whole thing. So, tumblr, Aita?
What are these acronyms?
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the best birthday gift - jeon wonwoo
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member | best friend!wonwoo x reader ft. the rest of svt
genre | fluff, attempted humor, high school!au (but they’re not at school)
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | it turns out, wonwoo works best under pressure
warnings | cursing, reader wears a tank top, reader is short and gets made fun of for it (lightheartedly), sex jokes, friendly bantering
notes | set in southern california, LA/Hollywood, based on real life events from yours truly and kids don’t jaywalk not proofread
happy (late) wonwoo day!! to the sweetest boy ever, i hope you had a wonderful birthday <33
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Whoever thought taking public transportation with fourteen people to downtown LA was a good idea deserved to “be buried alive 6 feet under with those bug-eyed Chihuahuas”, according to Seungkwan. 
In his defense, Seungcheol thought it would be better for the environment. It totally wasn’t because of the fact that he was the only one with a driving license and it absolutely wasn’t because he wasn’t confident enough in his driving skills to be responsible for the lives of thirteen other people. Where would he get a 14-seat car anyway? 
All fourteen of you trudged along the cracked sidewalks of downtown LA, broken up into smaller groups as Seungcheol led the way in the front with Jeonghan and Jihoon. You stayed in the back, with Mingyu and Wonwoo, who were intensely debating whether or not a person can suck their own dick. You occasionally pitched in with your two cents, but you mostly stayed quietly in the middle, enjoying the spectacle that was laid out in front of you.
You were so engrossed in Mingyu and Wonwoo’s conversation that you almost ran straight into a streetlight. You yelled in surprise and Wonwoo barked out a sharp laugh, almost in tears as you rubbed your nose with a pout. Mingyu cracked a smile as you threatened to demonstrate firsthand to your best friend what you learned from your second grade taekwondo class. 
“You don’t wanna mess with me, Jeon Wonwoo. I was a yellow belt in second grade.”
“Yeah, and I’m, like, a whole head taller than you. What about it?” Mingyu’s ears perked up at hearing those fighting words and reached for his leftover popcorn from earlier. It was safe to assume that Wonwoo chose death today.
“You know, with your height and broad shoulders, you would think there’s at least one bone with common sense in you but I guess not,” you countered.
“You do know that tall people have the same amount of bones as short people like you, right?” Wonwoo sneered. 
You did a double take. “Wait, really?”
“Oh my god, [Name], what’d you learn in human anatomy?” Joshua asked. He was standing next to Mingyu, his hand reaching into Mingyu’s bucket of soggy popcorn. “I thought you passed that class with an A.”
“Yeah, with my help,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath. “They slept in class everyday and I ended up having to tutor them for 16 hours the day before our final.”
You swung your arm around his shoulder and grinned. “I still owe you for that one, how can I ever repay you for your kindness?” You asked dramatically.
Wonwoo reached over and pinched the side of your ribs. “How about growing another couple inches?”
“Fuck off,” You pushed him away from you and stuck out your tongue. In retaliation, Wonwoo flipped you off. 
Mingyu and Joshua watched the two of you bickering in amusement. The older boy leaned over and whispered into Mingyu’s ear, “I give them two weeks before they either start dating or fucking, I don’t know which one yet.”
Mingyu snorted. “I give them three days.”
“It’s a deal then,” Joshua reached out and shook Mingyu’s hand with his non-buttery hand. Unfortunately for him, he had reached over and gripped the latter’s oily, buttery hand. “EW WHAT THE FUCK MINGYU.” 
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“Why did we stop?” You heard Seungkwan ask. He was currently holding onto Soonyoung’s backpack strap like it was a leash, stopping him from running off into the wild streets of downtown LA. Next to him was Seokmin, who just looked happy to be wearing his newly acquired Minions bucket hat. 
After walking for what seemed like forever, Seungcheol had finally signaled the entire group to stop walking by an intersection. Mingyu glanced towards the front, where Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Jihoon seemed to be in a heated discussion about something. Although you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could tell they were getting stressed by Jihoon’s eyebrows that furrowed into each other with every passing second, Jeonghan’s more exasperated hand movements, and Seungcheol’s lips that began jutting into a pout as he got more and more worked up. 
You let out a tired sigh. Your feet were aching and sore, your shoulders were sunburnt and itchy, and you probably smelled like a mix of sweat and weed right now. It wasn’t you that was smoking weed, but the esteemed gentleman sitting next to you on the metro-rail earlier was and you’re pretty sure the smell was permanently woven into the fabric of your tank top. You shifted back and forth between your feet, trying to alleviate any weight and pressure off your feet for at least a second and Wonwoo seemed to notice this because he silently guided you to a nearby bench,
You spared him a quick glance. “Thanks, Woo. You should also sit.” 
“Short people tend to have a shorter life span. Compared to you, I have plenty of more time to sit down,” Wonwoo shook his head with faux sympathy, almost enough to convince you that he was being serious but you knew him better than that.
Despite being absolutely exhausted, you assumed you had enough strength left in you to give Wonwoo’s shin a good, hard kick. 
“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” Wonwoo complained and you just grinned.
“I hope you shrink.”
Wonwoo stuck his tongue out at you childishly and you just rolled your eyes with a giggle, momentarily forgetting about the hot, blaring sun and the impending sunburn on your shoulders. He glanced down at you with the ghost of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips and you felt your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your not-so-little crush on Wonwoo was old news, but no matter how much time you spent with him, his smile always managed to turn you into a messy pile of goo and butterflies. 
Waiting for further instructions, Wonwoo leaned on you, his arms resting on top of your head as he scrolled through his phone. You stared down at the ground, trying to ignore the warmth of Wonwoo’s body next to yours. If it was anyone else, you would’ve pushed them off already, complaining about how hot it was, but this was Wonwoo. 
You tried to use the breathing techniques Minghao taught you a while ago, but it didn’t help calm your fastly beating heart. You wiped your sweaty palms on the fabric of your pants and licked your chapped lips. You almost forgot how much you hated summer in southern California.
In an attempt to distract yourself, you thought back to the long day and how chaotic everything was from the start. All fourteen of you agreed to go to Universal Studios Hollywood for Wonwoo’s 17th birthday, and the morning was alright. You all made it to the theme park safely via public transportation and after a long, fun day, the group decided to head back home to catch the last train.
You guys missed the last train.
In Jun’s defense, he didn’t mean to get lost. He was busy trying to apply another layer of sunscreen and when he looked up, everyone else was gone. He wandered around the city for a while before he caught sight of Soonyoung’s bright tiger backpack (no one knows why none of them used their phones to contact each other). By the time all fourteen of you were reunited, the last train had already left, leaving you guys to take the cheaper, but much more sketchy metro-rail. 
After missing the original stop on the metro-rail, you guys had to ride back for another 20 minutes, then navigate the streets of downtown LA in the late afternoon heat to find a specific bus stop, leading to your current situation.
“Okay, everyone! Our bus is supposed to be here any second,” Seungcheol called out. Immediately, everyone’s focus seemed to snap to the three boys who were standing side by side, arms crossed and firm looks on their faces. “The bus station is diagonally across the intersection so we need to-”
Jeonghan, looking somewhere else, began to urgently tap on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Cheol, that’s 460. That’s our bus.”
Seungcheol felt his blood run cold. Across the street, he saw a bright orange bus making its way down the street, pulling up to the bus station diagonally across from where he and the rest of his friends were currently standing. 
Everyone seemed to be under a trance as they stared at the run-down bus pull up to the station. Soonyoung was the first one to shake off the trance, breaking free from his beloved tiger backpack and leaving it in Seungkwan’s limp grip. He bolted across the street, ignoring all the different car honks and curses that were thrown at him. He had somehow made it not only across the street, but diagonally across the intersection, ending up on the same sidewalk as the bus station.
Soonyoung looked behind, expecting everyone else to be following him, only to see the rest of his friends staring at him dumbfoundedly.
“KWON SOONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCK?!” Seungcheol yelled. 
“I’M SORRY HYUNG I DON’T KNOW-”
Seungcheol waved at him urgently, doing everything in his power to resist the urge to run through the LA traffic to simply throttle the younger boy. “NO, DON’T FUCKING APOLOGIZE JUST STOP THE BUS.”
Soonyoung stared at Seungcheol with a confused look on his face. “WHAT?”
Finally breaking out of your own trance, you stood up and began pointing to the bus. “STOP THE FUCKING BUS. TELL THEM TO WAIT.”
Chan noticed that the crosswalk light turned green and began running. “COME ON WE NEED TO MOVE.”
My dear reader, have you ever seen a stampede of any kind? Whether it be the stampede of wildebeests that trampled Mufasa to death in the Lion King, the rush of high school students to the canteen during lunch, or thirteen teenagers running down the crooked streets of LA, I’m sure you can imagine the picture. Sweaty and red faces, backpack straps flying off shoulders, breathless laughs, unintelligible yells, and hands tightly gripping and tugging at each other.
More specifically, Wonwoo’s hand gripping yours. 
In the spur of the moment, the only thought in Wonwoo’s head was making sure you were safe. So when the rest of your friends broke into a sprint, his first instinct was to grab your hand and pull you along. 
Here you are now, your hand still in Wonwoo’s as you guys caught your breath while waiting for the second light to change. Soonyoung stood on the other side of the crosswalk as the living epitome of the standing emoji, waiting for someone to say something.
Seungkwan angrily shook his fist that still held his friend’s (tacky) tiger backpack. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO STOP THE BUS!”
Soonyoung helplessly pointed towards the bus that had already left the station and was now waiting at a red light. “IT LEFT! IT’S TOO LATE!”
“GO! GO ASK THEM TO STOP. STALL THE DRIVER, JUST DO ANYTHING,” You screamed desperately. All around you, your friends were also yelling at Soonyoung, telling him to stop the bus and ask the driver to wait. 
Soonyoung finally gave in and ran back towards the bus that was still waiting at the red light. With every passing second, everyone inched closer to the edge of the curb, impatiently waiting for the light to change. And after what seemed like forever (it had been three minutes), the light finally changed and you made a run for it. Pushing past Jihoon and Vernon, you sprinted down the sidewalk with incoherent yells. You passed by other pedestrians who all looked at you and your friends questionably, and for good reason too. It wasn’t everyday you saw a group of teenagers running in downtown LA in the middle of July. 
There was maybe another hundred feet left in front of you and you’ve never felt more exhilarated before in your life. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your feet made heavy contact with the gum clad concrete. You felt like you were in a teen movie. You could almost imagine the BGM as you and your friends dramatically run together in slow motion, your hair flowing in the air and you find yourself smiling. Wonwoo caught up to you, running by your side as the two of you silently sprinted down the street with bated breaths. 
Wonwoo glanced over at you and felt a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest. This feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but it amazed him how easily he was swept away by your charm every time he was in your presence. Your laugh always pulled at his heartstrings and your smile seemed to brighten up every room you entered. Wonwoo was drawn to you like a magnet and there was nothing he could do about it.
As the two of you got closer to the bus, Wonwoo suddenly had a thought. He reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him. 
“[Name],” Wonwoo started breathlessly. The bus was now less than fifty feet away and Soonyoung had successfully managed to convince the bus driver to wait for you and your friends. It was now or never. “You said you would get me anything for my birthday, right?”
You let out a strangled grunt, trying your hardest to not sound like you were fighting for your life after running for only five minutes because that was just simply embarrassing. Up ahead, Soonyoung had already made his way into the bus and found himself a comfortable seat in the back with a content smile. You slowed down as you approached the bus and breathlessly set down a foot on the front step of the vehicle.
Behind you, Wonwoo gently rested his hands on your hips and whispered into your ear, “How about a date?”
You felt your heart drop past your ass, your feet, and into the deepest, darkest pits of hell. Skinship was normal between your friend group, but this was different. And also, what the fuck did he just say? Were you slowly losing your hearing? Your mom was right, spending too much with Seokmin and Soonyoung did damage your ears-
Wonwoo let out a soft laugh behind you and almost as if he read your mind, “No, you’re not hearing things [Name]. This is me asking you out.”
You desperately needed someone to pinch you. 
Climbing onto the bus with a perplexed look on your face, you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ to the bus driver who seemed a little less than happy to have a bunch of hooligans on his bus. Wonwoo’s big hands never left your waist as he guided you to an empty seat towards the back of the bus. You simply followed his lead as you tried to comprehend what your best friend just said. This was all probably a prank, right? You sank down in your chair and looked at Wonwoo, who was trying to get himself situated next to you. Was he being serious?
“Yes, you idiot. I’m being serious. I’m so surprised you haven’t caught onto my crush on you yet, with how obvious I was being,” Wonwoo had whispered the last part under his breath but you still heard it. His hand reached for yours that was resting on your lap. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way but-”
“I do,” you said abruptly, interrupting him. After realizing what you just said, you wanted to slap a hand over your mouth, dig a hole underground, crawl into it, and never come out of it ever again. “I mean- I- What I mean is…”
Wonwoo looked at you expectantly, his brown eyes gleaming with hope. He nodded at you to continue and you felt like your tongue had suddenly turned into cotton. Everything in your mouth was dry and heavy and you had to lick your lips before continuing.
“I do… feel the same way about you. I’ve liked you ever since that water balloon fight we had in eighth grade on your birthday. And-” You choked on your words again. “-I would love to go on a date with you.”
Wonwoo felt like he had just won the lottery. He simply couldn’t help the smile that tuuged up on his lips as he gave your hand a firm squeeze. “Okay.”
You returned his smile and hand squeeze. “Okay.”
Exhausted from the long day, Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder as he drew small patterns on your knee. “I think this might be the best birthday yet,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, since you agreed to date me.”
“You’re so corn-”
“HA! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS SHUA HYUNG.”
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I loved your Minho x female reader so could I please request another one? So the main idea is Minho teaches the female reader how to fight so she can protect herself if its needed. And ya know there's some liking between those two building up and it includes some spice as well. I trust your writing skills to fill the gaps of this idea ;). Thank you so much
Oooo, I really like this idea, tysm for your request :)).
FIRECRACKER
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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
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SUMMERY: see above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.
WARNINGS: inappropriate language, violence, implied sexual content and spice.
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"It's not happening, dude," you groan at Minho's clear reluctancy to listen to you.
The past few months had been rough. Rougher than usual. You were the only girl in the Glade- something you'd come to accept and live with fairly quickly, especially when the next Greenie came up and was male.
But now, every month, another boy came up in the Box, had a meltdown, then tried to flirt with you. It was like clockwork.
And you hated it.
It was like every person who joined the Glade saw you as some kind of trophy. And every single one of them, without fail, would try to hit on you at some point after their arrival. It would be a flex for them to have the only girl hanging off their arm and wanting their attention.
But that wasn't how it worked- and these dumb boys couldn't seem to work that out.
As more and more hormone filled teenagers joined the crowd, you started to grow more anxious. Sure, Alby has put some strict rules in place about respecting your boundaries, but if they decided to break the rules, then the damage would've been done before Alby could stop it.
You knew that the boys wouldn't dare do that, but with some becoming more pushy and their drunken flirting becoming less subtle; you knew you had to do something.
And that something was Minho.
No- not like that.
You wanted him to teach you to fight.
Minho's the best of the best. He always has been, for as long as you'd been there, at least. He's fast, strong, brave and completely and utterly stubborn.
That's the problem. Minho is a busy dude. He's one of the most resilient people in the Glade because of the traumatic shit he deals with on a pretty much daily basis. He wants to help you defend yourself, but he's also one bad thing away from collapsing from exhaustion. Not to mention, he thinks you're kind of hot, which could become a problem.
Kind of.
Not that that's anything new to you.
Minho's not like them- of course, he isn't. He respects your boundaries and treats you like he would any other Glader. Which is why you asked him in the first place.
Apart from Newt and Alby, Minho is grouped in with the few boys here you actually trust. You saw Minho as a leader with one-track-mind and you seriously admire his drive and determination.
You guys aren't exactly close. You're friends with Newt, he's friends with Newt, the Runners are also friends with Newt- damn, Newt's popular. Anyway, because of your friendships entangling with one another, you knew Minho pretty well.
Sure, he's irritating occasionally and talks too much, but he's got a good heart. And right now, that's what you need.
"Minho," you whine, following him towards the stone Doors. You'd managed to catch him before he ventured out into the Maze for the day, something you'd become incredibly good at timing. Much to his dismay. "C'mon, man! You want me to be able to look after myself, don't ya?"
"I'm sure you can manage that without my help- half of these shanks will be buggin' to help you out."
"Yeah, but I don't want them to help me; I want you," Minho stops in his tracks, trying to hide the slight smile playing on his lips and you take this as a hint that he actually might listen to you, "you know I don't trust these slintheads." You pause, rocking on your feet and shoving your hands in your pockets. "And," you drag out the syllable, "you know I'm not gonna leave you alone until you agree."
You're persistent, alright. Something he admires about you. You're going to get what you want, one way or another.
Minho sighs, pinching his brow as rumbling fills the Glade. With you preventing him from following his cue to leave for the day, you flash him an innocent smile. He huffs again.
"Fine."
"Yes!" You exclaim, having a slight premature victory.
"Meet me tonight by the Map room once the Doors close. I got klunk to do and my job comes first. Once I'm done, we'll get started, okay?"
You nod, "Yes, Sir." He rolls his eyes and turns away, jogging towards the Maze.
"Wait, what about dinner?" You shout after him.
"Not my problem!"
So you went about your day, eagerly awaiting for Minho to get back to the Glade. You knew there wasn't much point going after him when he arrived because he still had shit to do. So you wait about fifteen minutes before making your way to the Map room.
The minutes feel like hours as you impatiently bob your foot up and down, leaning against the side of the wooden hut.
After what must've only been ten minutes, Minho emerges, though he does seem slightly shocked to see you.
"You forgot, didn't you?" You sigh and he shakes his head.
"No," he clears his throat, taking his trade-mark stance as he pulls down on his harness, "just don't know why you're so eager to get your ass kicked."
"I'm eager to learn, shuckface, and who says I won't kick your ass?"
"Lotta spark for someone who's begging for my attention."
You shove him. It's playful but still warning. You let Minho get away with a lot more than the other Gladers. Maybe it's because he's easy on the eyes and is too smart for his own good.
You'd never admit it to him, hell, you can barely admit it to yourself, but Minho is pretty. He's the definition of a pretty boy. The dude is stuck on a farm in a Maze full of monsters and he looks like he's broken out of a magazine.
It's unfair.
It's just a dumb surface level attraction, though. You don't know much about Minho apart from what you've seen in a group and what Newt's told you. But the boy is good-looking. Painfully so.
He leads the way, coming to a more open part of the field, but far away enough from the main civilization to not get disturbed.
It starts simple. Minho talks you through some basic self-defence moves. How to block and dodge- something that is basic enough, and you get the hand of pretty fast.
Minho knows you're observant and you learn fast, effortlessly copying him and managing to follow his instructions with little to no problem.
He swings at you, and you step back, letting his fist brush past you. He goes again, and this time, you block it, already feeling the bruises starting to form on your forearms.
"Not bad, Firecracker," you throw a sarcastic grin his way as you try to ignore his wicked grin. It definitely made you feel some type of way- that cocky smirk of his.
He lunges forward again and you go to block, only for him to grab your wrist and spin you around. He steps side-way, spinning himself and yanking you towards his back. He flips you over his back and you hit the floor with a thud.
You groan out, sharp pain lacing your spine as Minho cackles.
"You shucking.. bitch," you grunt, sitting up, your hands flying to your head in an attempt to stop your brain bouncing around your skull.
Minho just continues to chuckle as he kneels in front of you, his hand outstretched and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. "I think that's enough for one day."
"Yeah," you mumble, "it might just be."
"Same time tomorrow?" Minho asks as you dust yourself down, fully back on your feet. You smile at him.
"Sure thing, slinthead. You wanna eat?"
You fell into an unusual routine. Minho would come back from the Maze, you would finish your job, then you'd go meet him and you'd fight for a couple of hours before raiding the kitchen and get shouted at by Frypan.
It was surprisingly fun, and over time, you noticed that you weren't waiting nearly as long for Minho to finish up his job in the Map room.
And you were getting good. Like, actually good. Your simple blocking and dodging had turned into full-out fighting. Minho's faster than you, obviously- he has years of training hanging over your head and can run for miles without even breaking a sweat.
The man has the stamina of a God. And even though you are improving, you doubt you'd ever be able to match him. But you're starting to give him a run for his money.
"That all ya got, Runner boy?" You hold you hands in front of your face, fists loose and guarding, one leg pushed behind you as your gaze holds on his.
It's tense. The competitive spirit only makes it even more so.
"Please," Minho scoffs, "I'm going easy on you." He darts forward and you swerve out of the way as you both make accurate and relentless hits at each other. It's more methodical than aggressive. You block him, he blocks you and it's obvious despite your training that neither of you have any intention of actually hurting one another.
He swings and you manage to avoid it, stepping to the side as he moves back away. In a last second decision, you move your foot behind his. He doesn't react fast enough and it catches, making him stumble backwards.
But not before he grabs you.
In a meaningless attempt for stability, Minho accidentally grabs fist fulls of your shirt, making you yelp and swiftly forcing you down with him.
You both land in a heap on the grassy floor. You're lay on top of him, your legs tangled together as you nearly swallow a mouthful of his shoulder.
Minho's hands fall from your chest as you both let out pained and slightly stunned grunts. Your hands go to the floor as you push yourself up, moving your leg from between his and swinging it over his thigh to make it easier to get up. You freeze when you meet Minho's gaze.
This looks... bad. Minho's face is mere inches away from yours, his breathing heavy, and you realise he moved his hand prior to try and stabilise you from falling further, meaning they're firmly planted on your waist. You also failed to notice that your other leg was already on the other side of him, so now you're basically sat on his crotch- casually straddling him.
You feel your face begin to go red. Minho's hair is dishevelled, a thin layer of sweat sticking to his forehead, and the tight harness acts like a corset in showing his defined chest through his blue, already tight shirt.
This looks like something straight out of a poorly scripted porn scene. What do you even do now? What is the appropriate move to even start thinking about getting out of this situation?
"Are you, uh, you okay?" Minho speaks, thank God, and you collect yourself.
"Uh, yeah, I'm okay- are you?"
"Mhm, yeah, but we should probably, uh-"
"Right, yeah," Yep. It would be a smart move to get off of him as quickly as possible. Not that you go about that in the right way. Minho cautiously takes his hands away from you, like if he moves slowly enough, you'll never notice they were there in the first place.
You sit up straight, so you're no longer hovering over him and in your attempt to get one of your legs up to stand, you accidently shift forward.
Now, in most normal circumstances, this wouldn't be a problem. You're sparing partners- things get physical sometimes. No biggie.
Except Minho is a touch-staved permanently-stressed teenage boy who has more frustrations and problems than a fully grown adult. And the only girl he can even remember meeting has just accidentally ground against his dick.
Not ideal.
His hands fly to your legs, forcing you to completely still. His jaw is tense, and his eyes flutter open. He notices the concern on your face and manages to mumble out:
"Don't do that. Please."
Please.
Since when did Minho ever use his manners? There's a certain rasp in his voice that goes straight to your core and your body feels on fire from embarrassment as you realise what just happened.
"Sorry," you squeak, moving as fast as physically possible to get up. You stumble to the side slightly, catching yourself and not daring to meet the Asian boy eyes.
He sits up, leaning forward as you extend a hand to him to help him up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to- yanno, I-I just-"
"It's fine," he stands without taking your offering, "let's just... just call it a day, yeah?" You give him a rapid and awkward nod. "I'm gonna," he clears his throat, throwing his thumb over his shoulder, "take a shower."
You watch him walk away. There's no way you're about to ask him if he wants to eat after that shit-show.
Minho thought that the cold shower would calm him down. He'd always been respectful; never joining in on the gross jokes or the staring, and he often told other Gladers to shut up or knock it off. The bare minimum, really, and he knew that.
But now, suddenly, that was hard. And that wasn't the only thing.
He understood teenage hormones and sexual frustration, he sure as hell heard enough about it from the assholes he lived with. And it wasn't uncommon for him to experience his own frustrations. But this? This is embarrassing.
You'd barely done anything. You'd been pulled on to him and then, what? Moved slightly? And he's reacting this way? Jesus, he felt pathetic using the cold water hammering against his nape to lower his blood pressure. He's better than this.
You weren't doing much better in all honesty. Except, you're not as good at keeping your mouth shut.
"Please tell me you're joking." Newt sits across from you, his face in his hands and his elbows resting on the table in front of him.
"I didn't mean to!" You whisper-yell between mouthfuls of bread. You'd approached Newt before, face burning, on the verge of tears because you thought you'd just fucked up your blossoming friendship with Minho. Newt's first move was to feed you. You'd calmed down since.
Though it was embarrassing explaining why you were so upset- especially since the whole ordeal was kind of, well, you didn't want to admit it, but it was hot.
"God, he hates me," your hands also go to your face and Newt holds back a laugh, resulting in it coming out as a strained snort. "It's not funny!" You throw a stray piece of bread at him and he swats it away.
"It kinda is, mate," you glare and Newt drops his hands to his lap.
"He looked so uncomfortable! I don't think he's gonna forgive me, man."
"Trust me; he's gonna forgive you," you blankly look at your companion, "look, from what I've heard, the problem probably comes from him, uh... enjoying it."
"But that doesn't-"
"Bloody hell, let me finish!" You immediately silence, your mouth closing like a trap. "But he's a nice dude- probably didn't wanna seem like a perv."
"Whatever," you brush off the thought, not wanting to get into that conversation right now, "I don't think I'll be training for a while."
And you were right.
It'd been radio silence on Minho's end, and you were too awkward to change that. Newt became very much piggy in the middle for the next few days, but he quickly had enough.
You had been moping around because you'd started to actually like Minho. You enjoyed being around him, and you liked seeing the looser, more free version of himself he became when he was teaching you.
Minho had apparently been more snappy too. The Runners were being pushed to their limits this week as Minho became more demanding and frustrated with himself, resulting in pushing it on them.
"Talk to him," you'd been staring into the flames of the fire in the middle of the main area for about fifteen minutes, contemplating that yourself. "Please, for the love of God, just talk to him."
Newt hovers over you, standing behind the log you're sat on. He'd spoken to Frypan about it, who had told him he'd been letting you guys get away with stealing his supplies because it was rare for Minho to be so joyous.
And that's when it clicked for him.
"No."
"Shuck it," the blond lets out a frustrated groan, "if you don't talk to him, I will and that'll be a lot shuckin' worse for ya." You finally look at him, a warning glare. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He grabs your sleeve pulling you to your feet. "Go, now."
"You can't tell me what to do." You shove him off and he rolls his eyes.
"Actually, yeah, I can- it's my job. He's in his hut. Go. Now."
You huff, giving him a 'seriously?' type of look before he jolts his head to the left, silently telling you to move.
You dramatically turn, stomping away and walking in the direction of Minho's place of rest. As you progress, your footsteps become lighter. The nerves start to build up in your stomach and your anger at Newt suddenly seems so small.
You suck in a deep breath, shaking your hands as you glance at the ground. You can see flames dancing in between the cracks of the poorly constructed building, but you can't make anything else out apart from shadows in the candlelight.
You force your fist to hit the oak before you have the chance to take it back. Newt's right; this is dumb. And far too petty considering everything else you have to deal with on a daily basis.
There's no response.
So you knock again.
"Shuckin' hell, give me a damn second-" Minho rips the door open, startling you, and you jump back slightly. "Oh. Hi."
"...Hi."
Minho stands, tall, shirtless, slightly damp and with a towel in his hand as he dries his hair. He's clearly just gotten out of the shower and only bothered to sort himself out once in his room.
Terribly inconvenient for you.
"You good?" He's surprisingly casual, draping the towel around his neck and holding either side, just like how he holds his harness.
"Uh, yeah," you clear your throat and force yourself to look at his face, "I was just wondering if you wanted to keep training me?" Minho raises his eyebrow. Honestly, once he opened the door, your mind went blank.
What exactly were you meant to say to him? 'Just talk to him' is incredibly vague.
"Uh, I thought you didn't wanna do that anymore?"
"I mean, I didn't say that, did I?"
"No, but you haven't shown up at the Map room for a couple of days- I just kinda figured."
"Oh, right..." This was your fault? Of course it was. Minho had assumed you didn't want to after your unexpected interaction and had taken it at face-value. And when you ghosted him, he assumed he was right. "I didn't think-"
"But if you wanna keep training, then I'm down."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, cool," you grin at him, "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah," you push your lips into a thin line before turning around and walking away.
That wasn't that bad.
Things were going to go back to normal.
Sike. Of course they weren't.
Your fighting sessions picked up easily enough, but now there was something else. Everything went fuzzy when he stood too close, or when he put his hands on you to correct your fighting stance. Which only made you lose focus and become sloppy, which only led to more physical contact.
It was a vicious cycle. Yet, a welcomed one.
People started to notice, too. They caught Minho staring at you more, and the way you'd change your demeanour the second he joined a conversation.
But you didn't want to make things weird again. Well, weirder at least.
That was until Minho decided to teach you to tackle. An odd decision on his part, all things considered, but you agreed nonetheless.
For the most part, it consisted of you barging into him from the side at high speed and almost always resulted in sending you both flying and landing separately, several metres away from one another.
"Come on, you can do better than that," Minho encourages you.
"Dude, everything fuckin' hurts, man," you grumble, composing yourself again.
"Suck it up, sweetheart, you wanted to do this."
You growl at him, teeth bared like an animal. "Fine." You charge towards him with no warning, clashing into him.
It easily knocks him down since he wasn't even trying to stay on his feet, but this time you hook your arm around him.
You both roll, bodies connected and close and after a couple of turns, he lands firmly on top of you. Not wanting a repeat, and wanting to use some previously learnt methods, you react.
You go to kick his legs from beneath him as he kneels to give you the upper hand, but he predicts this, blocking you with his other leg.
You try to shove him instead, but he grabs both of your wrists. It's effortless, smooth and incredibly dominating, holding both your arms against the dirt with one arm.
"Okay," he mutters, mainly to himself, "this is something we definitely have to work on." He's referring to the vulnerable situation you're in- something he's meant to be teaching you to fix.
But you're too distracted. A lot of his body weight is on you, not all of it because he doesn't want to crush you, but enough for you to feel him. His arms bulge out of his shirt and you watch the muscle flex as it holds you firmly in place. Oh God.
You stare at him, completely hypnotised as the setting sun breaks free over the Maze walls and bounces off of his tanned skin, creating a golden effect. His long eyelashes fan as he seems to be examining the position you're in so he can figure out how to tell you to get out of it.
His eyes flicker to your face, and he suddenly tenses. Your slightly parted lips and deep breaths make his brain short-circuit. He's got to get off of you.
He moves to do so, but before he can, his grip on your wrists becomes loose, and you lean in, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's gentle and nervous, completely taking the Runner by surprise.
You pull away when he doesn't reciprocate. You don't know what came over you. You acted completely without thinking, like some kind of instinct captured you.
Your eyes widen- the dizziness of his closeness evaporating.
"Oh my God," you stutter out, your head resting back on the ground, "Minho, I'm so sorry. I didn't think- shuck, I'm sorry!"
"Don't be," his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans back in. Your noses brush against one another as his grip tightens again.
He's testing the water; seeing whether or not that was a dumb mistake you just made or if you accidentally just showed him what you wanted.
He smells almost sweet, a mix of the soap sent up in the Box, his sweat and plants from rolling around in the grass for the past hour. It's intoxicating. He's intoxicating.
You connect your lips to his once again. It's deeper this time, gaining almost an instant response from him. It's still short, though, as he pulls away for a second to look at you.
"Shit," he mumbles into your mouth before you connect for the third time, this time your lips moving against each other, becoming more sloppy and desperate.
Minho is a surprisingly good kisser for someone with so little experience, and you let him take the lead, copying his movements as your mouths mold into one another.
He lets go of your wrists, instead using both arms to stabilise himself, and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your fingers run through his hair and he shivers at the contact, humming into you.
He, completely instinctively, rolls his hips against yours, causing some much needed friction to the last couple of tense weeks. You whimper quietly, telling him that he's doing something right at least.
Bucking your hips up into his, you feel him harden against you and he brushes his tongue against your bottom lip.
Your tongues meet, slipping into one another's mouths, somehow even closer than before. His hand travels down to your leg, grabbing your thigh and hiking it higher, almost hooking it over his shoulder so he can move more.
It's all getting heated very fast, especially when your hand drops from his shoulders and slips under his shirt, forcing it to expose more skin as you dig your nails into his back. This earns you an almost moan, more of a grunt, but it still sends butterflies through your lower stomach.
"What the shuck?" Someone shouts from a fair distance away, "Jesus! Get a shucking room!"
Minho breaks this kiss, glaring at the Glader before looking at you and grinning, the bright red state of your face bringing him great amusement.
"You know," you start, dragging your finger down his chest, "that isn't such a bad idea."
"What isn't?" He raises his eyebrow slightly. What are you talking about?
"Getting a room," your bashful gaze avoids him, but your blown-out pupils and puffy lips are more than enough to convince him.
Minho doesn't even hesitate to climb off of you, yanking you to your feet with him and throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek, and he barks a laugh as he starts to carry you in the direction of his hut.
"You've done it now, Firecracker.
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Woo, another request done. I guess writing for Minho is kinda becoming my thing, huh? Not that I'm complaining.
Let me know what you think and whether you like it, he's definitely a fun character to write for. Requests are still open :))
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cowboy-robooty · 1 year
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LISTEN TO MY AU, BOY. zomggg check it out okay dish is mai hetalia middle school au ^_^ hope u like how half these draws are literally over two years old but i spliced in like two new images rodf. OKAY ANYWAYS THO. so in this au everyones a 7th or 8th grade because i love violence
- Germany - be careful who you call ugly in middleschool to da max. do not ask him if hes in republican club HES HAD IT HE JUST WANTS TO LOOK "SHARP" HES NOT A CONSERVATIVE STOP IT GUYS YOURE SO MEAN!!1!1!1!!! total A plus student yada yada u know him he also tried to run for student council president and actually won because his competator was england and everyone got their asses up to vote purely because they all agreed theyd fucking had it with englands bullshit but then the school was like wtf u know only 8th graders can be student president but england literally got one vote (from himself) so they have put the entire student body indefinately on hold since stopping people from making pancakes in the boys restroom is a higher priority rn
- Germany - be careful who you call ugly in middleschool to da max. do not ask him if hes in republican club HES HAD IT HE JUST WANTS TO LOOK "SHARP" HES NOT A CONSERVATIVE STOP IT GUYS YOURE SO MEAN!!1!1!1!!! total A plus student yada yada u know him he also tried to run for student council president and actually won because his competator was england and everyone got their asses up to vote purely because they all agreed theyd fucking had it with englands bullshit but then the school was like wtf u know only 8th graders can be student president but england literally got one vote (from himself) so they have put the entire student body indefinately on hold since stopping people from making pancakes in the boys restroom is a higher priority rn
- Germany - be careful who you call ugly in middleschool to da max. do not ask him if hes in republican club HES HAD IT HE JUST WANTS TO LOOK "SHARP" HES NOT A CONSERVATIVE STOP IT GUYS YOURE SO MEAN!!1!1!1!!! total A plus student yada yada u know him he also tried to run for student council president and actually won because his competator was england and everyone got their asses up to vote purely because they all agreed theyd fucking had it with englands bullshit but then the school was like wtf u know only 8th graders can be student president but england literally got one vote (from himself) so they have put the entire student body indefinately on hold since stopping people from making pancakes in the boys restroom is a higher priority rn
- Italy - Fucking Idiot. Besties with germany since forever cuz germany was/is autistic asf so he had mad trouble talking to people without sounding aggressive and italy is a fucking idiot who does not give a single shit. they bonded over germany being so fucking disgusted by italy eating grass and glue at lunch that he'd share half of his own lunch wif him and then told that his lunch tasted like his grandmas dentures <3 love wins. been in a friend group wif germany and japan since elementary school teehee!!!!
- Romano - twin brother (yes theyre twins here but romano is still older by matsuno rules) o' italy yeah romano already acts like hes 12 in canon theres nothin else to add
- America - unfortunately cursed with brother of england disease (god bless his soul) motherfucker also already acts like hes 12 in canon tf why do all these characters already act this way. okay but fr tho hes chill hes cool hes a weeb asf tho but pretty close to japan since they bond after school cuz america and englands parents drive china and japan home with them since china and japan's parents are too busy with work so china and japan just hang out at their house. Japan's forced to be apart of englands band but always ends up hanging out with america (because he actually has fun with him) despite how england keeps trying to say america cant hang out with them because hes a 7th grader
8th graders
- Japan - Straight A student as always but hes also the gateway for all the weeaboo infections at school. he introduced america to nico nico douga and hasnt recovered since. he tried to make takoyaki in the school restrooms once because he wanted everyone people to hopefully like them and stop making fun of him for loving balls (world peace will be achieved if i EVERYONE loves balls not just me) but unfortunately everyone kept buying only the pancakes :(((((( older cousin is china (they live in the same house basically tho cuz family lives close together n all). japans in 8th grade with him because he skipped a grade lol yeah japans 12 just like germany and italy
- England - Lead singer of his rock band "The Brapples" (fucking stupid ass name based off the beatles). its an after school garage band consisting of him, japan, and china but they dont even make any music they just hang out bc its hard to do punk songs with a keyboard on classic piano mode and a violin. He acts like hes a big punk rebel cool boy and all and wears cool jackets but hes actually a good two shoes snitch who is the only hall monitor at school because nobody wants to work wif him rodf. literally a fucking menace will rat out anybody instantly unless you bribe him and then he snitches on you for bribing. he tried to go for student council president but literally everybody agrees hes so fucking obnoxious fuck this bitch fr. dont get me wrong tho i luv england rodf hes the kid who everyone fucking hates but hes still accepted in da class friend group albiet with the role of "that friend nobody likes". the dee reynolds of the group if you will
OKAY THATS ALL THE MORE INDEPTH CHARACTERS IVE THOUGHT ABOUT IM STILL NURTURING EVERYONE ELSE INDIVIDUALLY but also some extra general info:
- 7th and 8th graders have mixed P.E. together and everyone has last block P.E. yayyy everyones together!1!!1
- 7th and 8th graders also have mixed lunch together but 6th graders have their own seperate lunch
- prussia spain and france are the mfs who make pancakes in the school restroom
- japan draws ship doujins of germany x italy for cash (all his art looks like the classic how to draw manga books) he sells his doujins for a dollar and everyones thinking theyre getting a little stale but have faith okay americas helping him with his next one to bring new concepts!1!1!1! italy thinks its funnie and likes being drawn hot asf and germany acts scandalized but goes "BUT- WELL WHO AM I TO DISCOURAGE YOU FROM PURSUING THE ARTS.......... and uhm. as the subject matter i should see how youre portraying me as well so you got any spare copies-"
- germany has a secret crush on italy fr and italy doesnt have a crush but does want to marry and travel the world with germany and live with him forever. he doesnt think thats a crush
- they all use human names within the au rodf but for this info post i use country names since thats easier to keep track of
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Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader
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Halloween 2023 event
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Request: Anonymous asked: "If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Character) when we were alone together?" Billy Loomis with female reader #halloween2023
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You turned to see the guy from the store he was staring at you. You knew most of the people at the party but you weren’t sure who he was or who would have invited him, at least not without warning the group to a newcomer in the group.
His gaze was so intense that you grabbed the nearest friend’s arm. Billy turned to snap at whoever had grabbed him but stopped when he saw it was you.
"He looks like a serial killer." You whispered to Billy who looked amused as he looked from you to the guy staring at you.
“His eyes follow you like a creepy painting.” Billy muttered. You laughed nervously but gripped his arm tighter. “Watch out he doesn’t get you.”
You looked up at Billy clearly uncomfortable and he smiled at you. He let you cling to his arm as he pushed through the crowd towards Stu and Tatum. You glanced over your shoulder and jumped a little bit as you saw that you’d been followed. 
“Is he following us?” You asked quietly. Billy looked where you were and saw the same guy again.
“Maybe he’s that killer the cops said was on the loose.” Billy said with a cruel tone and chuckled when you gasped and visibly stiffened. You managed to lose him in the crowd and stuck close to the group. It wasn’t until Tatum gave you a ride home and you realised that you’d left your bedroom window wide open all day that you thought back to the creep. There was a sick feeling in your stomach as you rushed to close the window and peered out. You were sure that every shadow was some masked murderer coming for you. Slowly you check each room until you hear the sound of your bedroom window sliding open. You yelled as you grabbed at something leaning against the wall and ran to your room, swinging at whatever it was.
“Ah! Hey! It’s just me!” Billy yelled. You stopped and realised that you had closed your eyes in fright and that you were brandishing a broom. Looking at Billy you could see the bump on his head where you’d managed to strike him. 
“Sorry! I’m a bit on edge.” You said breathlessly. Billy finished climbing into the room and glanced behind him. You saw something move but didn’t think anything of it as Billy turned back to you and reached out a hand, gently putting it on your shoulder as he stared at you.
“You aren’t going to beat me up again?” He joked and you scoffed.
“I only hit you because you snuck in through my window. Why are you even here?” You asked and Billy sighed.
“I was driving over to Stu’s. Saw that creep hanging around down the road. Figured I’d make sure you were ok.” Billy said quickly. You nodded slowly and gestured to the living room.
“Well… thanks. To be honest I was a little nervous. Bing out here on my own.” You answered. He accepted a can of pop from you as you fetched one from the kitchen and sat in the living room on the sofa as you fiddled with the TV to get it to work. “You… you don’t have to stay if you had plans.”
“Oh… I could stay for a while. Till you feel better? I just need to make a call if that’s ok?” Billy asked. You nodded and pointed out where the phone was. Billy headed into the kitchen to make his call as you flipped through the channels to find something interesting. Billy came back after a few minutes and sat awkwardly at the end of your sofa. The two of you weren’t really used to spending time one-on-one. After a few reruns of old shows, there was a banging at the door. You jumped and leapt up while Billy slowly went to see who it was. The door burst open and you screamed as Billy was knocked backwards. You stopped and took a slow, sharp breath in as Syd forced her way in.
“You! You! Get away from (Y/N)!” She yelled at Billy who scrambled to his feet. “You murderer!”
“What?” You asked as you got between them and stopped Syd from throwing one of your mother’s vases at Billy.
“Someone down the road was killed. He did it! I know he did.” Syd accused. Tatum ran into the house behind her, her brother following.
“Well, he couldn’t have done that…” You said quietly. Syd shushed you which made you turn furiously to Tatum and fill her in on what had happened since you last saw her.
"If I’m the killer why didn’t I kill (Y/N) when we were alone together?" Billy snapped at Syd who scoffed at him.
“Syd he’s been with me almost the entire time I’ve been home. He must have shown up… maybe five to ten minutes after me.” You explained. Dewey cleared his throat and stepped closer to Syd.
“If that’s true then Billy couldn’t have done it.” He said quietly. Billy smiled smugly and raised his eyebrows as Syd growled out a noise of frustration under her breath and stormed out of your house.
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