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rafecameroninterlude · 1 month

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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

warnings: established relationship, ward overhears you and rafe on the phone, dry humping, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: it literally makes me so happy when i see the feedback you guys give me, especially when you show your support by reblogging or simply liking. i love and appreciate every single one of you <333 series masterlist

“you’re actually lying.” tears were already forming in your eyes as rafe spoke on the other line. “i wish i was, baby. we were supposed to fly back in this morning but some weather shit got in the way, so we’re kinda stuck here until they let us know when there’s another flight available.” you sighed, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. “have you asked the airport people already?” there was a slight pause before rafe answered.

“they said it could be weeks since the hurricanes here get pretty crazy.” weeks?! you thought you could die right now. “i’m so mad my parents didn’t let me go.” the tears were falling now. you and rafe had never been apart for this long. with all the built up anticipation, you couldn’t help but get youreself excited and hopeful about seeing him today, just for all of it to come crashing down with a single phone call. “i wish you were here too, babe. i got you a bunch of stuff from the shopping centers here, i think you’ll love it.” you wanted to cry harder because of how sweet he was.

“aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, baby.” you cooed, your heart fluttering in your chest when you heard the smile in his voice. “at least you’re going on winter vacation with me.” you nodded, trying to stay as positive as you can. “that’s true. i can’t help but to think my parents are trying to torture me or something,” you laughed, “they heard the words ‘shared hotel room’ and freaked out.” rafe shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “they did, right?” he glanced at the tv, the weather report still the same.

“yeah, but rightfully so i guess. could you imagine if we shared a room for two months?” you bit your lip at the idea. “it’s a good thing we didn’t tell them that we’d have a whole cabin to ourselves in december.” you shut your eyes for a moment, wishing so bad that you could speed up the time. “you need to come back to me already. i’m sad and horny.” rafe snorted at your words. “hey, at least we know we could have amazing phone sex.” before you could respond, you heard what sounded like ward in the background.

“come on, rafe. seriously man?” you gasped, shooting up from your bed. “rafe! i thought you were somehwere private!” your cheeks were on fire with how hard you were blushing right now. “tell ward i said hi.” rafe did as you asked, a muffled ‘hey, sweetheart.’ sounding on the other line. “wheezie and sarah there?” as if you could be anymore mortified right now. “nah, they went to a gift shop with rose.” thank, god. “well, i told lia that i’d go with her to the beach for a little, so i better start getting ready.” you put him on speaker, opening your drawer that had all your bikini’s in it.

“all right, i’m gonna let you go babe,” rafe sighed, “i’ll update you as soon as i find something out.” you chose a top, and grabbed a pair of jean shorts as you started changing. “okay. i’ll see you soon, love you.” you smiled when he kissed the mic. “i love you more, i’ll talk to you later.” you hung up, feeling slightly better after hearing his voice. it didn’t take you long to pack your beach tote, lia picking you up soon after.

you spent the rest of the day with your friend, both of you taking pictures and reading your books. “wanna stay the night at mine? i could really go for some pizza right now.” lia pouted as she pulled into your driveway. “i wish. i have to go to breakfast with my family tomorrow.” she put the car in park, looking at you apologetically. “oh, that’s right! it’s okay, hang tomorrow afterwards?” you grabbed your bag from the backseat. “for sure. i’ll call you when i get home.” she nodded, in which you waved. “hey! send me the pictures we took!” you shouted as she rode off.

“hey, guys,” you greeted your parents as you closed the front door behind you. they were curled up on the couch watching a movie. “hey!” your mom whispered, not wanting to wake your father who was resting his head on her lap. they always looked so cute together. “i’m gonna go shower. goodnight.” you walked past them, eagerly waiting to check your phone to see if you had any messages from rafe.

[2:32 PM] loml <3: still the same bs. i’ll try to call you again tonight

you gasped at the timestamp. that was hours ago. it was about ten o’clock now, and you were definitely feeling the effects of your activities today.

[10:02 PM] y/n: superrr sleepy rn, i’ll still answer if you call bb

you waited until the message delivered and quickly got in the shower. after washing your hair and rinsing yourself off, you changed into an oversized t-shirt and called it a night. you don’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but your eyes were fluttering open as you felt your bed dip beside you.

your heart dropped when you saw a dark figure looming over you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth. your eyes widening as you starting hitting the person against their chest. “baby, it’s me! it’s me!” you stopped as soon as you heard his voice, rafe’s hand slowly moving away from your face. “what the hell!” you whispered, immediately throwing your arms around him. “how are you here right now?” you reached over, turning on the small lamp on your nightstand.

the soft light barely did anything to illuminate the space, but your heart skipped a beat once you could make out his features. you stared at each other for a few moments before he took your lips into a searing kiss. “fuck, i missed you so much.” he leaned all his body weight on top of you, the feeling nearly bringing you to tears. “two months, rafe. never again.” you scolded him, letting him settle between your thighs. “my dad pulled some strings and we were able to come back today. just landed like an hour ago.” he could barely talk as he kissed you inbetween his words.

the reality of the situation made you stop, your body freezing underneath him. “what?” he looked at you confused. “my parents are here! how did you even get in?” you scrambled to get up, locking your door before you could get caught. when you turned around, rafe was laying flat on your mattress, a sliver of skin poking out from under his t-shirt. “my key. they were knocked out cold on the couch, so i just snuck up here.” he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes falling to your bare thighs. “you wearing anything underneath that?” you smiled before shaking your head and lifting up the hem of your shirt teasingly. “no.” rafe’s gaze darkened as he watched you straddle him.

“why?” his hands ran up your thighs, squeezing the flesh before they settled on your hips. you shrugged. “just wanted to be ready for you.” rafe could already feel his cock hardening with your words alone. “yeah?” he dragged your hips against his, your naked cunt rubbing against his shorts. “fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall to the side as you balanced yourself on your palms. “i missed hearing that. missed seeing you like this.” he took the shirt off of you, marveling at the sight of your bare figure on top of him.

“i want you to get yourself off on me,” rafe splayed a hand over your stomach, “wanna watch you move.” you grabbed his hand, placing his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, your hips grinding against him. “you’re so fucking perfect, ‘don’t know how i made it two months without you.” you moaned, sucking his digits while you started a steady rhythm. you knew you were overly sensitive because of how long it’d been without him here, but you couldn’t help the aftershocks that came with your clit rubbing against his hard on.

rafe groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last too long like this. while he spewed out the most filthy things you’ve ever heard, you sped up, desperate to reach the high you were so close to. rafe screwed his eyes shut, stopping you just before he could cum in his shorts. the sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths filtered throughout your room as you blinked down at him. “i was so close,” you pouted, clenching around nothing. “ride my face.” your eyes widened. “what?” rafe grabbed you by your waist, a yelp leaving your lips as he held you above his mouth.

you shuddered when you felt his breath fanning against the inside of your thighs. “are you su- fuck!” you cried when you felt his tongue where you ached for him the most. “oh my god, rafe,” he was quick to interwine his fingers with yours, holding you tightly so you couldn’t move away. this was new for both of you, but rafe was quickly realizing that watching you with your jaw slacked and greedily chasing his tongue with your hips was becoming his new favorite view.

he moaned against your soaked cunt, the slight vibration making your eyes roll back. “r-rafe!” your hips stuttered as you felt the sweet release of pure euphoria wash over you. rafe held you tighter against him, his tongue attacking your clit as you shook uncontrollably. two months of phone sex could never compare to the real thing, your breaths becoming labored as rafe laid you down. “i’m gonna fuck you senseless.” rafe kissed you, your wetness still on his lips as he did so. just as you pulled away, a knock sounded from your bedroom door.

“y/n, is everything okay honey?” your eyes widened as rafe took the opportunity to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, your face burying in his chest to muffle the moan that left your mouth. “i-i’m okay! just.. cramps!” rafe trailed sloppy kisses across your neck, smiling against your skin as you struggled to formulate a single sentence. “aw i hope you feel better, call me if you need anything, love.” you waited until her footsteps receeded down the hallway before you smacked rafe playfully. “you’re terrible!” you laughed.

he took off his shirt, his muscles on full display as he discarded his shorts. fuck, he was glorious. “yeah, but you love me.” you smiled as he slotted himself between your legs, shivering once you felt his cock sit between your folds. “i do love you.” rafe ran his fingers through your hair, caging you between his arms as he slid into you, a moan sounding from both your mouths. you stretched around him so deliciously, rafe’s head resting in the crook of your neck.

“is that my favorite body wash?” he looked up, pecking your jaw when you nodded. “something told me to use it tonight.” your eyes fluttered shut when rafe pulled out, pushing back into you as he hooked your thigh around his waist. “this is all i could think about over there,” he sighed, “i just wanted to feel this perfect pussy squeezing around me.” you mewled at his words, your nails digging into his shoulders. “did you think about me, baby?”

you nodded, your back arching into his chest. “fuck, yes. i missed having you on top of me, ‘missed taking your cock.” he groaned, lightly wrapping a hand around your neck as his pace sped up. rafe adjusted you so your head was resting on top of his arm as he kissed you roughly. his thrusts were unforgiving, soon the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your room. with the way the head of his cock was stroking that soft spot inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if you were being too loud. you started meeting his thrusts, your clit meeting his pubic bone.

“you’re doing so fucking good for me.” he panted, his breath fanning your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying out into his skin. “don’t stop!” he covered your mouth, shushing you as he fucked into you relentlessly. “i got you, baby. ‘gonna fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you felt your second orgasm nearing. with a couple more thrusts, you found yourself falling over the edge, your climax hitting you in waves of pure ecstasy. “oh, fuck,” rafe’s jaw was clenched as he suppressed the groan that threatened to rip itself from his throat.

you reveled in the feeling of his seed spilling into you, his eyebrows knitting in pleasure as he continued to move sloppily. “fuck, i don’t think i ever came that hard before.” he removed his hand, allowing you to take a full breath. you sighed, curling into your boyfriend as he plopped down beside you. “i missed this the most.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing shapes into your side. you smiled softly, draping an arm across his torso. “i could fall asleep like this..” rafe’s voice was hoarse, both of you yawning at the same time.

“me too,” you started, “i’m gonna go grab some water real quick, i’ll be right back.” he pulled you down for another kiss before letting you get up. you poked your head outside your door, slipping on a shirt and a pair of underwear before slipping out. you tiptoed down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where your mother sat with her laptop. “oh-” you smiled awkwardly, getting two water bottles out of the fridge. your mom looked up at you from her spot at the kitchen island.

“i take it that rafe is back from vacation? you’re lucky i left the volume up on the tv.”

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hanrinz · 5 months

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rin, your nonchalant boyfriend.

who is probably that guy who gets on reddit and then posts about you, asking for advice.

like he literally doesn’t know how to show his feelings like how you do and it bothers him!! probably has some ppl cheering him on the replies (& waits on updates)

“took my partner to ice cream today, we got to hold hands. my hands were sweating, is this normal?”

or whenever you’re having a fight and he gets on that app and he’s like “my partner and i had a fight, i can’t sleep.”

“it’s their birthday today, i finally managed to get that one thing they’ve been wanting for months.” he posts there like it’s a diary of sorts like omg.

and then his last post would be about a championship he won, but all he could think about was you and how he searched through the crowd for your face. and he thought that was the last time he’d shared any of those moments, because finally he grew the courage to ask you to be your forever.

people on reddit would often wonder about him and your relationship, it was so endearing in their eyes. and then suddenly a faithful day after a year on his last post he wrote once more.

“we’re married now :)”

it couldn't be helped, what was he supposed to do? feelings were surely overwhelming, that he needed to somehow let it all out, it felt so good that he grabbed his phone and typed out those simple words, a faint smile adorning his face. he’s like a schoolgirl who has a crush, it’s unreal.

and that was his very last post, he almost forgot about it.

it’s also been over two years when you stumbled upon it.

the username ‘rnshi’ it’s a little weird, but you were intrigued for a bit, that it was enough for you to go through it and read every single thing. and you were not one to assume anything, but you can remember these specific memories all too well. and before you know it a smile makes its way to your face, and your heart blooms even more.

and you didn’t care if it was silly, but it made your heart ache so much of love. and maybe you were overreacting, with your eyes tearing up by your lash line, trying to blink it away. a chuckle escapes you, that has caught rin’s attention peeping his head through the side of the wall of the kitchen.

“what are you laughing at?”

and if you didn’t know rin it would’ve come off as questioning and not in a good way, but he’s curious even if he tries not to show it.

turning off your phone as you dip up from the couch of your living room. you’re smiling and rin doesn’t know what to do as you near him. he notices the skip on each of your steps and a glee of happiness revolving around you.

your hands wrapping around his waist as you mush your face onto his back. he can still feel your smile.

a big question mark was planted on his face and you couldn’t help, but to giggle just a little at his confusion.

“you know that i love you right?”

of course, he knows that.

“i know.”

but it was more of a breath of relief than an assurance, because rin loves you more than anything and years of learning everything that could possibly better himself for you was proof of that, and you didn’t need any testimony to tell you that.

all you know is that, your lover is a dork and just sweetly in love just as you are.

◞♡ i’ve been missing rin a lot lately :( likes & reblogs are highly appreciated!

#roses ‘r rosie #he's a loser in my eyes #(i miss him sm im gonna sob)#rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader

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thestoryofusstan · 1 month

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I Wanna Be Yours

pairing: boss!ceo!harry styles x reader

request: Omg, can I request a boss!harry fic where he’s mean to everyone except from her??

summary: harry is the notoriously mean owner of pleasing, and he might have a slight soft spot for the new girl in the marketing department.

warnings: cursing, not edited

you were extremely new to pleasing, a very famous brand known for their nail polishes and perfumes. ever since you started (about three months ago), you’d hear literal horror stories about the founder and ceo.

rachel, the girl who trained you, told you that he was just plain rude. it was safe to say you feared the day he came in. thankfully, he wasn’t around much. not at your location, anyway. you were at the los angeles location, but he preferred to stay at the new york one.

tuesday morning, you got ready like every day. put on your usual outfit (a skirt, white button-up, a blazer, and heels), along with some black fleece-lined tights and a headband to push your hair back. it was getting cold out, and you couldn’t get away with just a skirt much longer.

with your iced coffee in one hand, your macbook and a few files you’d taken home in the other, you walked quickly into the building.

“good morning, miss townes,” the concierge greeted you.

“morning, nancy!” you greeted back as you ran to the elevator and pressed the button.

“late?” nancy asked.

“almost! this stupid elevator—“ said elevator dinged, and you let out a sigh of relief. “speak of the devil. see you, nance!”

—

by the time you made it up to the marketing floor (the twentieth floor out of fifty), you were exactly on time.

you moved as quickly as your heels would allow, dropping your car keys, computer, and files onto the desk.

“right on time, y/n,” rachel teased as you sat down. the two of you had cubicles right next to each other.

“long line at the coffee shop.”

“lucky you weren’t any later,” she commented as you sat down and took a generous sip of the iced coffee that had almost made you late, “mr. styles is said to be coming in today.”

you nearly choked on your drink.

“you finished those edits, right?”

“.. uh.. yeah. yeah, finished them last night,” you lied with a nod.

“y/n! he’s ruthless— he will literally fire you! that’s the new launch, and it’s overdue!”

“i know! i know, but i’ve been so busy, and fucking josh keeps making me do his shit—“

“oh shit, shut up. he’s here.”

“what?” you squeaked, quickly cleaning up your desk and opening the new launch photos on both the desktop and your personal computer.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched as what had to be mr. styles strolled through with an assistant who was talking about what you assumed was his schedule.

“you’ll have a meeting with the investors at three, and we have some papers to sign—“

you tuned her out as you tried to speed up the editing— brightening colors and adjusting the text so it fit better.

and suddenly, the footsteps of mr. styles and his assistant stopped. directly in front of your desk.

“you,” a voice spoke, and oh my god, he was british, “i don’t know you. who are you?”

your eyes snapped up to meet his, “oh. uh.. i’m y/n.. y/n townes. i’m.. um.. i’m new.”

he mouthed your name as if thinking it over.

“you’re the one doing the edits for the new launch?” he asked.

“yes, sir.”

he nodded before continuing his stroll. because, of fucking course, his office had to be on the marketing floor.

you let out a breath, sinking into your chair. rachel grabbed your arm with a comforting smile, “it’s okay, babes. he could’ve been rude.”

“he’s gonna see i’m not done and fire me!”

“it’s fine, just don’t think about it.”

—

right as you were about to head out on a quick lunch break, mr. styles’ assistant popped up at your desk.

“ms. townes, mr. styles requested your presence in his office. you, as well, ms. evans,” she said, glancing at you and rachel.

“uh— me? for.. for what?” you questioned.

“you’ll find out. i have to find a.. josh richardson. go on.”

you and rachel shared uneasy looks as the two of you stood and made your way to mr. styles’ office.

“if i get fired, i’m jumping out of a window,” you muttered as rachel pulled the door open.

“ah, ms. evans. ms. townes…. where is mr. richardson?” mr. styles spoke.

“your assistant went to grab him,” rachel answered. “what are we needed for?”

“you’ll see… ah, mr. richardson. so kind of you to join us.”

even you could tell he did not mean that.

“what is this?” josh asked, looking to you and rachel.

“you three were all put in charge of the new launch. correct?”

you all chorused variations of yes.

“and yet… nothing is done. why is that?”

you glanced to your shoes. you knew rachel was done. the whole project was all three of you were to make 300 campaigns and promo photos for the new nail polish launch. you'd devided it to be 100 each, and you all picked however many billboard designs, posters, social media posts, and so-ons that you'd do for the project. however, josh had slowly but surely pushed all of his work onto you.. until you had to do 200, and you only had around 130 done.

“i expect an answer.”

“i.. i finished all my photos and campaigns,” rachel finally said.

“i'm nearly done with.. my things. i was just helping josh before i--“

“so.. what i’m hearing so far, and correct me if i’m wrong, is that mr. richardson hasn’t been doing his job?”

josh cleared his throat, and you could feel the daggers he was glaring at you burning into your skull, “yes, mr. styles.”

mr. styles nodded, and you understood the horror stories now. he wasn’t even trying and he was terrifying. “do you like your job, mr. richardson?”

“yes, mr—“

“so why aren’t you doing it?”

“i— i’ve been.. busy.”

“busy.. right. well, i’ll make you less busy. you’re fired. get out.”

“wh— what? you can’t fire me!”

“i believe i can. and i just did. so get. out.”

“i have worked at this company for eight years! i make one mistake, and—“

“i will not ask you again!” mr. styles shouted, standing up from his chair. you flinched. “because i am not asking you, i am telling you. you are fired, and you will leave this building. and don’t even think about puttin’ this place on your resume, i won’t say a single good word about your ass.”

josh scoffed and stormed out of the room, you and rachel followed.

you turned the corner, yelping when someone grabbed your wrist and yanked it.

“what the hell, y/n? you said you’d do my—“

“i didn’t say that. you just assumed i would. i am not just apart of the valentines launch, josh, and i have fifty other things to do, and i can’t drop that just because you’re lazy.”

“you better watch what you say to me—“

a voice spoke from behind. mr. styles’ assisant, “uh.. miss townes? mr. styles requests he speak with you.. privately.”

you yanked your arm back, rubbing your wrist, “yes. of— of course. sorry.”

you walked back towards his office with your head down, glancing up at him once you entered the room.

you were surprised to see a... calm look on his face.

"miss townes, correct?" he asked.

"ye-.. uh.. yes, sir."

he smiled, which was very odd from what you'd seen of him so far, "you can relax, darling. you aren't in trouble. have a seat."

you hesitantly wandered towards the chair on the other side of his desk.

"what did you mean by.. helping mr. richardson with his work?"

"oh, well... he just.. he kept saying he was busy and asking if i could do.. certain parts of his work. and i--.. well, sometimes i'm a bit of a pushover, so i said yes."

"i see... and how much of his work, in total, did he push onto you?"

"uhm... all of it, mr. styles."

his eyes widened, "all of it? and you didn't tell a supervisor he wasn't planning on doing any of his work?"

"i.. i felt bad," you shrugged, looking down at your hands.

"yes. well... mrs. maruska, can you please bring mr. richardson back in here for a moment, please?"

you jumped when his assistant spoke behind you, not realizing she was even in the room.

"yes, mr. styles."

it was silent for a minute after the door shut, maybe two minutes, until the door re-opened and two pairs of footsteps entered.

"mr. richardson, before you leave, you are going to do something for me," mr. styles spoke. "you are going to apologize to y/n--"

you nearly choke on your own spit at his use of your first name.

"for making her do all of your work. and.. you will also apologize for whatever the hell that was i heard outside. that is no way to speak to any colleague."

josh scoffed, "i'm not apologiz--"

"i'm not asking."

mr. styles gaze switched to you as josh begrudgingly sighed, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"it's okay," you murmured, glancing at him.

"no, it isn't," mr. styles quickly interjected, keeping his eyes on you. you much preferred them on you than on josh. they were a lot kinder when they focused on you. softer. "but.. if ms. townes says it is alright... you may leave now."

you aren't quite sure what happens afterwards, because you keep your gaze away from mr. styles, because you're afraid he'll notice how nervous he makes you.

"how many did you have left?" mr. styles asked quietly. softly.

"i have 130 done. so.. seventy left. but i-- i can get them done soon, i promise. i can just stay late, or.. or--"

"no. none of that. you'll submit the ones you have.. and we'll figure out something for the rest."

"really? i mean.. are you sure?"

"i wouldn't have offered if i wasn't. you can go, now."

"thank you, mr. styles," you mumbled, standing and walking to the door.

right as you grabbed the handle, he called out.

"oh, and y/n?"

you turned around with a furrow in your brows.

"let me know if you have any other problems."

you can't even help the foolish smile on your lips as you nod and leave the room.

a/n: part 1!! i really love this request

#harry styles fic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry fic #harry styles au #harry styles angst #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry #harry styles #boss!harry styles x reader #boss!harry styles #ceorry #ceo!harry styles #ceo!harry styles x reader

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daydreaming-nerd · 2 months

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You Want a Baby? (Bat Boys x Female! Reader)

Based off of multiple resquests... and by all means request more of this shit. My Ruhn asks have been kind dry. Would hate for the frat pack to run a train on the reader...

AN: You guys I spent so much time on this I hope it lives up to expectation because this is my kind of thing.

Summary: It's the perfect storm, you're ovulating, all your mates happen to be home and they all want to see you pregnant with their child.

Warnings: Double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, possessive mates, Over stim, literally so many things I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 3738

It was that time of the month, well not THAT time.

Fae periods were a bitch, that much was true. But fae ovulating? It was a whole different thing. The need to be touched, to be filled, was excruciating. Ever since I had found my mates, three of them to be exact, it was like all those sensations had been heightened. Every time I ovulated, all three of my mates couldn't be present.

The first time Rhysand was meeting with Tarquin leaving only Cassian and Azriel to fuck me senseless. The next time around it was just Azriel to keep me sated. One of the most memorable times was last year when it was just Rhys and Cassian to help. However, I patiently waited for a day when all three mates would be here to take care of me, a day I secretly hoped would be today.

I woke up this morning to an empty bed and a note that said they had all gone to Windhaven to check on the Illyrian camps. I didn’t mind their absence too much until later that afternoon when I felt my body start to sweat with need. I went to the bathroom to strip off my clothes, leaving me only in the black lingerie that Azriel had bought me for solstice last year. I couldn’t help but admire myself, running my hands down my body. It wasn’t until then that I realized what was going on, I was ovulating.

The boys were in Windhaven which meant there was a possibility that they could all be here by tonight. But with the tensions in the Illyrian camps high, I knew it was most likely a long shot. So I spent the day dancing around the townhouse in nothing but my lingerie, loving the feeling of the fresh air on my skin. As the sky got darker I realized my mates weren’t likely to come home.

I made my way upstairs to our oversized bed and tossed myself on top of the covers. I tried to sleep and push all thoughts of Rhysand’s hands, Azriel’s tongue and, Cassian’s cock from my mind. I was unsuccessful, and ended up finding myself writing all over our shared bed, begging for any kind of friction the sheets offer me. That’s how the boys found me, squirming around our bed in nothing but my lingerie.

“Well, what do we have here?” Cassian drawled, leaning against the doorway.

I sat up straight, trying to act like I wasn’t about to reach a hand down my panties just seconds ago.

“I told you both,” Azriel said smugly, walking into the room with Rhysand in tow.

“Told them what?” I ask bringing my knees to my chest in a lame attempt to cover myself.

“I told them that you were ovulating today,” Azriel smirked. “I’ve been tracking your cycle since I got left out last time,” he looked to Cass and Rhys with a death glare.

“We got back from Windhaven a few hours and decided to get a drink at Rita’s,” Rhysand explained, stalling towards where I sat on the bed. “We were talking about you.”

“You were?” I ask, sensing the seriousness in Rhysand’s voice.

“Oh yes we were little one,” Cassian laughs.

“We were talking about how amazing you would look pregnant,” Rhysand explained, his voice like liquid sex.

“R-Really?” I say, not trusting my own voice.

“Yeah,” Cassain answered, taking a step toward me. “We think we're ready for a baby.”

“Only if you’re ready though,” Rhys assured me.

My heart skipped at their words. The idea of carrying any one of their children excited me. I couldn’t lie, I had been thinking about it since my last cycle.

“What do you think, little one? Gonna let us put a baby in you tonight?” Azriel drawled, leaving a kiss on the shell of my ear.

I couldn’t even speak, all the intelligent words leaving my brain. All I could think about was how feral the fae were when trying to conceive. My legs would’ve fallen apart if it wasn’t for my arms holding them together. I nodded my head, still unable to think.

A collective growl filled the room as Azriel grabbed my arms and stood me up in the center of the room, leaving me on display for each of my mates. They closed in on me instantly and I had to crane my neck up to meet each of their gazes. Cassian’s hand slid under the strap of my bra inspecting me thoroughly.

“Which one of you bought her this little set?” Cassian said, slipping the strap of my bra off my shoulder while Rhysand worked on the opposite strap.

“I did,” Azriel said, rubbing circles into my hips as he left open mouth kisses on my shoulders.

“Well thank you Az,” Rhys smirked, unclasping my bra.

My body felt like it was on fire from three sets of hands roaming up and down it. Even if I closed my eyes I could easily tell who touched me where. The sensation of it all had me tossing my head back on Azriel’s chest, trusting him to support my body. He grasped my hips tightly to keep my knees from buckling as Cassian and Rhys stared at my breasts now free of the tight black lingerie.

“Look at those perfect tits Az,” Rhysand drawled.

I felt Azriel’s large hand drift up my torso and to my neck pulling me against his body even more so I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. His hand on my throat gently pushed my head to look at him as he said back to Rhysand

“They are perfect,” he smirked, craning his neck down to capture my lips in his.

“And soon they’ll be full of milk,” Cassian pointed out with a smirk, swiping a calloused thumb over my nipple.

Rhysand bends his head down to take one of my aching nipples into his mouth sucking it taut. The gesture catches Cassian’s attention and he leans down to give the same treatment to the other side. The sensation has me arching my back aching to be closer to them. I feel Azriel’s hands grip my hips and yank me against his body again. His hand comes to grip my throat once more as he sticks his tongue down my throat earning a moan from me. I feel Cassian’s lips pull off my tit with a pop as he watches me and Azriel.

“Gods sometimes I forget how tiny she is,” Cassian drawls running his hands up and down my sides. “Look at her with Az she’s like half his size.”

Rhys stops his menstrations on my other breast to see what Cassian is talking about, “She’s practically half all our sizes Cass,” Rhys chuckles.

“Gods I just wanna toss her around like a little doll,” Cassian curses.

“Do it,” Azriel smirks, pulling his lips from mine. “You know how much she loves it.”

Cassian says nothing before picking me up by my hips effortlessly and tossing me onto the bed earning an excited squeal from me.

“Told you,” Azriel beamed with male pride.

Cassian stalked towards me with Rhys and Azriel hot on his heels and I started moving up the oversized bed towards the headboard.

“Oh no you don’t,” he smirks, grabbing my ankles and yanking me down the bed. I wait patiently watching Cassian untie the leathers of his pants, my mouth nearly falling open as his large cock springs out. “Come here baby,” he smiles and I eagerly sit up and lick the tip of his cock.

I looked up at him through my lashes donning my most innocent expression as I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. The rest I pumped with my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Azriel and Rhys fisting their cocks at the sight of me sucking Cassian off.

“Good fucking girl y/n,” Cassain moaned tossing his head back in ecstasy.

I reveled in the salty taste of him, the feeling of every single vein in his cock massaging my tongue. I would never get tired of this, of pleasing my mates. Cassian pulled me off him and pushed my upper half down on the mattress. My panties are ripped off and discarded somewhere in the room. There goes that set.

“Stop Cass, make sure she’s ready, I don’t want to tear her,” Rhysand tells Cassian, the voice of a High Lord making its appearance.

Cassian bends down to inspect my pussy, running a finger through my folds to find me absolutely drenched. “Oh she’s ready alright,” he smiles. “God baby your pussy is so fucking tiny. It’s a miracle you can take us so well.”

“Cass please,” I whine, nearly coming undone at his words.

Cassian starts pushing his cock in me and the stretch has me backing away from him subconsciously. He grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him, pinning me to the mattress. I had been their mate for a while now but every time they entered me I still felt the stretch. Cassian was right, I was half their size, was a miracle I could take them.

Cassian started trusting in me at a fast pace and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. To my right and left Azriel and Rhys continued to stroke their cocks and as much as I longed to put them both in my mouth, Cassian had me in such a state of pleasure I couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Fuck Cass look at her belly,” Azriel practically moaned. Cassian’s eyes snapped to my stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock thrusting into me. I moaned at the sight.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He smirks, leaning over to capture my lips in his. His pace speeds up and within seconds he’s cumming inside of me.

Cassian pushes his cock in me a couple of times, his attempt at burying his seed deep inside me. He pulls out soon after and I whine at the sudden emptiness.

“That’s the one that’s gonna get her pregnant,” Cassian beams with male pride, his cock already hardening.

“Pfft, you wish General.” Azriel scoffs positioning himself between my legs.

He pushes in slowly and I cry out at the stretch once more. Each glorious inch of him brings immense pain and pleasure.

“Shhh be a good girl and take it all,” Azriel coos until his hips are flush with mine. “That’s a girl.” he moans as he begins fucking me hard.

My mind goes to mush almost instantly and the moans coming out of my mouth are damn near feral. The need to be fucked and filled by each of my mates runs so deep in my veins. My hands claw and scrape and find Azriel’s forearms as he slams his hips into me, seeking out his own pleasure.

“Az please let me cum, I-I’m so c-close,” I mewl, each word hard to get out.

“Not yet baby, you don’t get to cum until we all have a load in that little pussy,” Rhysand drawls, pumping his cock. “Speaking of, step aside Az I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“No, I’m not done with her yet,” Azriel growls, his possessive side coming out.

“You think I can fit in there with you then?” Rhysand asks.

“Now this I gotta see,” Cassian jests.

The thought of two cocks fucking my pussy at once has my eyes glazing over and my mouth falling open like I’m in some sort of subspace.

“I can take it,” I choke out between Azriel’s thrusts.

“Pick her up Az,” Rhys says, his voice practically dripping with lust.

Azriel doesn’t stop his minstations as he wraps one of his arms around me, lifting me off the bed. My arms wrap around his neck as my forehead bumps his and he stares me down as he fucks me mid-air.

“Good girl,” he rasps, proud of how well I’m taking him.

The next thing I know he’s lying me down again, Rhysand’s warm chest replacing the mattress. His hands wander up and down my sides trying to soothe my nerves as Azriel stops moving.

“Alright little one take a deep breath for me,” Rhys instructs and I can feel him lining his cock up at my entrance.

I do as I’m told, taking the deepest gulp of air possible, excited for what comes next. The second I let my breath go I feel Rhys pushing his cock into me aside Azriel’s. The stretch is more than any I’ve ever felt before but the sounds escaping Rhys and Azriel’s mouths make it so worth it. Once Rhys is brushing my cervix along with Azriel tears prick my eyes and Cassian is kneeling before me in an instant.

“Shhh breathe baby,” Cassian coos, glancing down to where both his brothers' cocks are seated inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl. Just gotta take two more loads and then we’ll let you cum alright?”

All I can muster is a shallow nod as Rhys and Azriel begin thrusting in tandem. The constant feeling of fullness has me feeling numb while feeling everything all at once. I arch my back further and Rhys runs a hand down my hip to hold me in place so that he doesn’t slip out. My eyes glance to Azriel who has his eyes fixated on the bulge in my stomach being made by both his and his High Lord’s cock. All the while, Cassian brushes the sweat and hair away from my brow whispering praises to me.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Rhys groans, the vibrations of his chest skittering down my back.

“Me too,” Azriel moans and within seconds I feel his sperm coating my walls just like Cassian’s.

Azriel cumming triggers Rhys to cum as well and even though I can still feel Azriel, the load my High Lord put in me is equally as distinct.

“Holy fuck,” Azriel groans pulling out of me inspecting his work. My breaths are so ragged and my vision so blurred that I can barely make out Rhysand’s voice.

“Take her Cass,” he mutters, or so I think. My assumptions are proven right when I feel Cassian’s arms snake around me, pulling me off of Rhys’ cock.

I whimper at the loss of the fullness as Cassian lays me on top of his chest stroking my hair and kissing my brow. My body vibrates and my heart pounds with the need to cum.

“Poor baby, you wanna cum don’t you?” Cassian coos tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. My eyes are glassed over and my face looks fucked out but I’m still able to nod.

“Make her cum Cass, I want us each to get one more load in her before we’re done,” Rhysand says, already fisting his cock.

“Rhys I’m not sure, look at her. I don’t think she can take much more.” Cassian warns, placing me against the pillows and moving down my body.

“Do you want her pregnant or not?” Rhys snaps.

“Of course I do,” Cassian says. “Can you take three more loads baby?” he asks me.

“Of course she can,” Azriel says, his cock already at attention from seeing his fucked out mate.

“I-okay,” I sputter, still vibrating at the need to be touched. At this point, I was practically bucking my hips into Cassian’s face.

“You want me to lick your pretty clit?” Cassian smirks using one arm to pin my hips to the mattress and the other to spread my folds.

“Y-yes,” I beg.

Cassian chuckles, his eyes fixed on my cunt, “Looks like we made quite the mess of her little cunt,” he muses and both Rhysand and Azirel peer down to investigate.

“Shit Cass it’s spilling out,” Azriel curses.

“Don’t worry brother,” Cassian assures him, as he presses two fingers inside me, pushing the cum deep inside me. “She won’t waste it. Will you baby?” He smiles at me.

“No, I w-won’t,” I say, meaning every word my body still shaking.

“Cass lick her little clit or I will, the poor thing is shaking,” Rhys orders Cassian.

Cassian doesn’t waste a moment before lowering his mouth to my pussy and attacking my clit. It only took five kitten licks for me to orgasm harder than ever before. My back arches off the bed and the tension from my body pushes more of my mate’s cum out of my aching hole.

“Ah ah ah,” Cassian says, pushing two fingers into me again. “What did we say about wasting?”

“Cass it’s your turn,” Azriel bites close to spilling his load.

“Spread em’ baby,” Cassian smirks, spreading my legs for me anyway before burying himself inside of me.

“Oh gods Cass!” I cry out as he starts fucking me relentlessly chasing his own release.

“Fuck I love seeing that little bulge,” Cassian grins, placing a hand over where his cock hit my belly.

Seconds later he’s spilling his load into me, a sound coming from his mouth that I’ve never heard before. My vision nearly goes black, the only thing keeping me grounded is Cassian gripping my throat and pulling me up to kiss me as his second orgasm coats my walls.

“Who’s next?” Cassian asks, pulling out of me.

“Me,” Both Rhysand and Azriel say at the same time.

“Back off Az, you got to have her first last time,” Rhys growls.

Whenever I told people I had three mates they would usually joke about how territorial they would get over me. The irony was that my mates almost never had a problem sharing me, but tonight? Well, tonight was just one of those nights. When mates were trying to conceive they were practically feral, I was honestly surprised things had gone so smoothly till now.

“Yeah, and I literally had to share her pussy with you!” Azriel roars.

Cassain drags me up to lay my upper half on his chest so he can run a hand through my hair and whisper praises to me.

“I’m pulling rank, as your High Lord I’m going first,” Rhysand orders, nudging my entrance.

“Fuck off Rhys,” Azriel says continuing to fist his cock.

Rhys pushes his cock inside me with a groan as he bottoms out. My body shudders and on instinct, I move away from him but he grips my hips and brings me down his cock again fucking into me hard.

In my haze my head falls to the side, my cheek grazing Cassian’s abs, the very ones he let me rut on to get off a few weeks ago, and I meet Azriel. He looks glorious, pumping his cock while watching Rhysand fuck my hole. On instinct, I reach my tongue out and lap at the head of his cock catching his immediate attention.

“You wanna suck it baby?” He muses brushing his cock against my lips. I open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out in response.

I know I’m so fucked out I can barely wrap my lips around him but Rhys pulling rank seemed like a dick move and I wanted to remedy it in any way I could. Azriel pushes his cock into my mouth letting out a guttural moan in the process.

“Good fucking girl,” Azriel moans and it spurs me on to suck him even harder as he fucks my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Rhys roars cumming into me for the second time tonight. He knows better than to stay seated in me longer than necessary and pulls out as soon as possible. Azriel’s cock follows, his cock leaving my mouth with a bead of saliva dripping from it.

“Are you fucked out my love?” Azriel croons, grabbing my jaw to face him. It’s evident from my hazy eyes that I am.

“One more load sweetheart,” Rhys whispers, pressing a kiss to my brow. “You want a baby in your belly don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” I rasp still unable to form actual words.

“Open,” Azriel orders his grip on my jaw tightening.

Of all my mates Azriel was always the most dominant. I loved to test Rhys and Cassian, but when it came to Az? I knew it was in my best interest to be a good girl.

So just like I had a million times before I opened my mouth nice and wide for him. His hand gripped my jaw, keeping it open before he spit in my mouth.

“Now swallow,” he growled and I followed his orders once again. I opened my mouth to show him I had been a good girl and he rewarded me by pushing his cock inside me.

“What was that about Az?” Cassian laughed stroking my hair.

“Grounding her, if I’m gonna pump a load in her I want her to feel it,” Azriel groans. “We’ve done it before, haven't we baby?” he asks me and I nod enthusiastically.

Rhys wipes the sweat from my brow as Cassian presses a hand down where Azriel’s cock makes a bulge in my belly.

“She’s gonna cum Az,” Cassian informs his brother.

“Fuck I can feel it. Her tiny cunt is squeezing me so tight I can barely fuck her.” Azriel groans. “Ready baby?” Azriel asks me and I nod once more. “1…2…3…Fuckkk,” Azriel moans, spilling his seed into me.

Despite the haze that fills my head I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing I did it. I gave each of my mates two orgasms the evidence dripping from my sore cunt, wait fuck.

“Waste!” is the only word I can get out as I feel all six loads of cum spilling out of me.

“Shh, it’s okay mate,” Azriel coos, pressing a kiss to my brow laying down on the side that wasn’t occupied by Rhys. “Cass plug her up,” Azriel continues.

Without warning, two of Cassian’s fingers slide into my pussy keeping their combined cum from leaking out.

“Get comfortable mate,” Cassian chuckles. “We’re gonna have to sleep like this.”

And sleep I do. With Cassian behind me, my head on Rhys’ chest, and Azriel using my stomach as a pillow I’m out within minutes. I don’t know what the future holds as far as children go, but I’d say this was a good first attempt at conceiving.

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slyblonder · 3 months

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Sweet Treat

Friends w/ benefits!Mark x GN!Reader

(reader has afab anatomy)

word count : 0.7k

“Wheres my treat?” “Your what?”

You and Mark have been friends for a little over two years, but only friends with benefits for about 6 months. This all came into agreement after a very wine drunk, slightly stoned,bored mentality. You were attractive. Mark was attractive(and big). What’s the worst that could happen you thought and agreed.

You hate to ring your own bell but the dick is AMAZING. Going into this you would’ve never guessed Mark would have the stamina he did. Especially with being on the bigger side than most, he’d manhandle you with ease. Yeah you were gonna keep this going for as long as you possibly could. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum again… I-I can’t anymore.” You were practically shaking,overstimulated,and a sobbing mess as mark ate you out. He was too pussy drunk to care about your pleads to stop, taking in your sweet taste as if it was his last. His fingers quickly replaced his tongue as he looked up at you, smiling as how broken you looked. “Then cum baby, let loose for me.” Thats all you needed to hear for that band to snap, letting out the most erotic moan either of you have ever heard.

You both lied there holding one another as you tried to recover, shaking a little every now and then which definitely earned a small chuckle from Mark. “Dude I’ve never heard you moan like that before, it was pretty hot honestly.” You looked up at him with a joking blank stare not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Plus I literally just stopped shaking, please give me like an hour before you get horny again.” You let out a small laugh and pat his chest before sitting up a bit and stretching. “I need to start getting ready for this event though. If I’m late there’s no doubt Chenle will kill me.” Standing up and tossing on whoever’s hoodie was at the edge of the bed, you noticed Mark staring at you blankly but not how you did earlier. This boy was truly perplexed.

“Where’s my treat?” “What treat?” Upon first glance you would’ve thought Mark just got told Justin Bieber quit music. He looked down heartbroken and couldn’t believe what he just heard. You like sweet treats and sharing them with people so you keep small bowls of different candies,chocolates, and other similar things in several areas of your home. Since Mark has been over so often, the bowl in your room had ran out and you never refilled it. After you both were done exploring each other you gave him one. Everytime. You basically trained and conditioned him. By accident at that. “Oh sweetie…thats-“ You couldn’t help but laugh and leave the room and come back with a melon candy. “Here you go baby.” Watching his face soften to a small pout was too cute for you to bear. “I thought I didn’t do a good job so you weren’t giving me a treat. Wait do you give other guys one too when they’re done if they do a good job? Did I do a good job? Wait are there othe-.”Before he could finish his list of questions you laughed and shook your head as you moved to sit across from him.

“You just fucked me, came in me, the ate me out until I came 3 times. I think you did more than a good job baby. And no there is no other guys, You have more than enough for me.” You watched as he listened and began to unwrap the candy. “Isn’t this like positive reinforcement like they use on dogs? oh my god you're treating me like a dog.””You know I do question what goes on in your head sometimes. No I’m not treating you like a dog, I just like sharing sweet treats with you.” You looked over at the bowl on your dresser and nodded towards it. “You finished that in a month. You’re here very often.” Mark looked over at the bowl and grew shy, he really was over often but he truly loves being in your presence. He does like you after all but you don’t need to know that right now. His eyes flickered down to your lips, suddenly growing a strong urge to kiss you.

“Let me share my sweet treat then.”

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ok ok but imagine dark!gimmick somehow falls in love with capitol!reader (a client of his) but she doesn’t want him unless she’s paying for him or wanna love him back so he does everything in his power to have her, threatens to share the secrets she told him that will probably have her hanged and so with that they live happily ever after 😆

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pairing: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

warning: blackmail, prostitution mentions/insinuations, nc sex and pillowtalk??

a/n: bros getting revenge or som

the first time you saw him you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you’d heard of people being able to visit victors away from prying eyes and the idea seemed boring until you remembered he existed. so why not take advantage of your station?

finnick was hoping for one night of reprieve but of course, he had someone to visit.

the card in his hand felt heavy and as he unlocked the room he stopped in his tracks. you were sitting on the bed with a flute of champagne in your hands. you were gorgeous, and for once he felt okay with it.

“finnick?” your voice was like music to his ears as he came closer. he nodded and you pressed your lips into a tight line, “it’s nice to meet you.” nice to meet you? are you stupid? god you had no clue what to say since you were literally forcing this man to be with you.

“so.” he laughed, “so.” he took the flute away from you before getting you standing, “where do you want me sweetheart?” you smiled.

and all the previous tension faded away throughout the night, finnick was amazing.

it had been months since your first time together and you’d only grown more comfortable with eachother. you liked him, he was nice. and he was obsessed with you. every time he saw you he knew what would be happening the following night and he could hardly wait. with you he took his time and focused on you the whole time, he loved trying new things with you, making you scream.

and afterwards you’d sit and cuddle, and at times even kiss. he was a nice stress relief for you, he always listened to your concerns and problems. your arranged boyfriend, the politician, and his like for younger men. his affinity for dipping his hand into the company savings, even though you were well off. your brothers and their mistresses, your parents and their expectations.

finnick listened intently, gave advice and was actually helpful. you were grateful to be able to get it off his chest. but finnick wasn’t going to let you go.

“i think we’re getting engaged soon.” finnick shut his eyes to calm himself down, it didn’t work. “no you’re not honey.” you cocked your head to his side, “what do you mean?” he smiled and it was so fake, “you’re meant to be with me, y/n. and you will be with me. do you know how much you’ve told me? about him, your friends and family?”

your eyes widened as you got up, covering yourself with the sheet. “i’ve already seen you, all of you there’s no reason to hide.” he pulled the sheet away as you covered yourself with your arms, “i’ve had enough of you finnick. get. out.” you enunciated before crawling away. he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him.

“i told you you’re not going anywhere. do you want me to let it all out? let everyone know every, single, dirty secret y/n?” your eyes welled up as you threw your head to the side, not wanting to look at him, “please finnick, just let me go.” you felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. his fingers dug into your face, forcing you to look at him.

“say you’re mine and i’ll let them go.” you shook your head, thrashing against him to get away. his other hand bruised your hip with an iron grip. “fine!” his smile was sickly sweet as he began to kiss his way down, on the insides of your thighs as his strong hands held you down whilst you began to buck your hips up. “please finnick.” he looked up at you from between your legs and grinned.

“now you’re not so bossy huh?”

he had what he wanted and you were sure he wouldn’t let you go.

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nicestgirlonline · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Summary: You and Bucky decide to keep your new relationship a secret with somewhat disastrous results…

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Here’s my entry for @the-slumberparty week 2 challenge blast from the past! I don’t really have an old WIPs, I was trying to jumpstart my writing again with this sleepover. So here’s a little sequel to dumb dumb, since you guys really really seemed to like that one! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome! <3

part 1

That Valentine's Day was possibly the best night of Bucky’s life. He had finally gotten to express everything he had been feeling for you. Friday night bled into Saturday morning, neither of you getting much sleep. The months of yearning and pining all finally erupted into passion, lust and love.

Saturday morning quickly became Saturday afternoon, with lots of pillow talk, telling each other little secrets about yourselves, sharing childhood stories. A simple Postmates order and quick text to Steve meant no one to bother you, and no reason for you to leave his bed.

Saturday night, or what Bucky was calling round two became Sunday morning and that brought about a little thing called the Sunday Scaries.

Amidst the bliss and happiness there was a lingering thought that kept bothering you. The two of you lounged in his bed, enjoying each other's quiet company, the moonlight of the early morning making the room glow blue.

You bit your lip. Time to rip the bandaid off. Real life was going to be starting too soon again.

“Bucky I’ve been thinking…about us.”

“Really? Me too.” He started to pepper your face with kisses. “I’ve been thinking about all the ways I can have fun with my girlfriend.” You giggled as he started to tickle your sides. You wiggled your way out of his grasp. You propped yourself up on your forearms and did your best to put on your serious face. Which was very hard when Bucky was being so cute.

“I mean it! I’ve been thinking, maybe we should keep this private? For a while?” You tried your best to keep your voice soft, the face Bucky made broke your heart, which was what you were afraid of. He looked extremely scared.

“What’s wrong, what’d I do? Was girlfriend too soon? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, ” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close against him.

“No, no, you’re my boyfriend now.” You assured him. You took his face in your hands and he leaned into your palm in relief. “I am really excited to be with you but we do work together. And there’s HR and office gossip and I don’t want that to affect us when we are still figuring out us. I guess I’ve never really thought about the power imbalance between us.”

Bucky nodded albeit a bit reluctantly. He untangled his arms around you so you were both lying on your side looking at each other.

“I mean…I understand. You know I don’t really think of myself as a big superhero or something, but it is a ‘power imbalance’. Does it…bother you?” He asked scratching his face to avoid eye contact. You sat up, suddenly very confused.

“What are you talking about, I’m the scientist who’s studying you? I’m the one abusing my authority here. It's all very unethical!” You exclaimed.

“I don’t feel taken advantage of here, Doll. If anything, people are going to think I’m taking advantage of you.” Bucky chuckled.

“Why?”

“I’m a bit older than you. I’m sort of famous for not so great reasons. I’m also literally more powerful than you?” He held up his left arm as if to show you proof. You dismissed it with a hand wave.

“You don’t know that you’re more famous than me. I’ve been published in many academic journals.” You pointed out. Bucky shook his head. Gosh he liked you so much. He couldn’t even believe this was really happening to him half the time.

“There were weeks of press coverage for my trial.” You just rolled your eyes at that. Bucky was always so afraid that everyone saw him as a villain, but you’d never once felt any sort of danger from this sweet man.

“Well, agree to disagree. But I still think maybe for the first two months we should just keep it quiet. So we don’t have to worry about anyone but each other. Just lowkey.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah. You’re right, you’re totally right. We will keep things low key.”

“Hey Steve, uhhh we’ve got a problem.” Bucky rushed into the breakfast room, thankful that Steve was the only one there. Steve queried his eyebrow at his panic stricken best friend.

“What’s up Buck?” He asked. Bucky, seemingly slightly out of breath grabbed the side of the cabinets, he closed his eyes to try and get his

“So you know how I told you about…on Valentines Day…and then we…so the weekend was…” He waved his hand to emphasis his pauses and Steve nodded along.

“Of course, I’m happy for you two, Bucky!” He said brightly, of course this must be some sort of post confession bliss the two of them were in making his friend act so strange.

“Well that's just the thing. Did you…tell anybody else about it?” He asked, his voice a bit strangled and his tone grim.

“Uhhh was I not supposed to?” Steve asked, his face falling immediately.

“Can you answer my question?”

“I told Sam about it. The two of you have been dancing around it for so long that we’re all just a little excited for you.” Steve started to explain but he could practically see the fury radiating off of Bucky in waves. His signature death stare was fixed on him.

“Look, I really appreciate the um, support for my relationship. But here’s the thing, she doesn’t want anyone to know we’re dating.” He ground out, his teeth still clenched. “So we are going to be low. key.”

“Look who it is. We were about to put out a missing person alert .” Natasha had slunk her way into the breakfast room, her voice dripping with self satisfied condescension. “Getting provisions for the love nest?”

“God damn it, you told her too?” He cried out. She shrugged, innocently looking away. Bucky grabbed his head, he was going to throttle Steve.

“Oh come on, Y/N loves Nat. I figured she already knew.” Steve held his hands up in surrender, the captain certainly hadn't thought this was how his morning was going to go. Bucky turned his attention back to the super spy who was a bit too pleased with the unfolding drama.

“Nat, did you tell anyone about this?”

“Please, I’m a spy. I don’t just go around giving out important gossip with nothing to gain.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question, Romanoff!” He snapped back.

“I’m still a bit confused why she doesn’t want anybody to know? Is that a modern dating thing, not telling people you’re dating?” Steve asked. It didn’t make much sense to him, what exactly did she think was going to happen if people found out?

“She just doesn’t want the gossip and the pressure of everyone knowing about us to color the beginning of our relationship.” Bucky explained but his tone belated his true feelings. He absolutely did not want to keep this a secret. “So I told her I wasn’t going to tell anybody but I forgot I already told the biggest blabbermouth on the team.” He quickly turned back to anger at his teammates.

“I’m not the biggest blabbermouth…hm crap wait I forgot, Clint knows too.” Steve closed his eyes, wincing, ready for the smack upside the head he sorely deserved.

“Loose lips sink ships asshole! ” Bucky was exasperated.

“I didn’t know this was top secret information!” Steve countered.

Nat stayed at the breakfast bar watching the two super soldiers argue, it was amusing but she had her limits. She had to intervene before Bucky had an aneurysm.

“It's not so bad, we can do damage control. Tell Sam and Clint to keep quiet about it.” Nat said before taking a sip of her coffee. “And Wanda.”

“AND WANDA--” Steve looped an arm around Bucky’s waist before he could lunge at Natasha.

Bucky Barnes: Hello Sam, I am texting to inform you that Y/N and I are NOT DATING and please disbelieve the rumors to the contrary. Yours, Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson: please learn to text like a normal person

Sam Wilson: You know I saw you making out with her in the elevator on Friday right?

Bucky Barnes is typing…

Bucky Barnes: Sam, please disregard my previous message and meet me in the training gym on level 5 ASAP. Yours, Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson: You don't have to sign your name I know it's you

Sam Wilson: forget it

Sam Wilson: yeah I’ll be there

X Something wasn’t quite right. Your love life had never been better, Bucky was an amazing boyfriend, it was all you could do to not spend all of your time with him. The two of you would meet up after work hours and spend blissful hours back in Bucky’s apartment. But the rest of your work life, well it was starting to feel like people were avoiding you.

Like the other day at lunch, you were sitting across from Bucky which wasn’t too unusual, you had been friends before you were seeing each other. The very tips of your shoes were touching, a special little secret way of holding hands. The two of you were discussing movies that were coming out, a totally neutral non flirty conversation. But then Steve walked in, looked at you then immediately spun on his heel and walked away. You furrowed your brow. That was a bit weird.

Or when you had bumped into Bucky at the gym on level 5. It had actually been a happy coincidence, you decided to do some yoga as you sorely needed to stretch your body out after being hunched over a microscope all day. Bucky had been working out with Sam, Bucky lifting weights with Sam on the treadmill. You waved to the two of them and made your way over to say hi and Sam without saying a word jumped off the treadmill and started to jog out of the gym.

Even Nat, which hurt the most, flaked on the movie night you’d wanted to have in the TV room. Then it was the domino effect, Steve dropped out then Wanda and Vis dropped out too and soon it was just You and Bucky.

“Oh nooo. What are we gonna do, watch the movie by ourselves? Just the two of us?” Bucky whispered in your ear as you were pouring popcorn into a large bowl. He grabbed you by the hips and waggled his eyebrows at you. You let out a little sigh and snatched the bowl before heading to the TV room. You weren’t in the mood to flirt with him. The tv room was ready for what you had thought would be a big group. The lights were already dimmed and there were plenty of blankets and pillows around.

You and Bucky settled next to each other on the couch. He grabbed a big fuzzy blue blanket and draped it over the two of your legs. He gave your leg a little squeeze beneath the blanket and winked. You just let out a sigh and grabbed the remote to fire up the Roku. Bucky frowned, this was certainly not what he thought their movie night would be like!

“What’s wrong Bambi? You seem down.” He asked, concerned. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his body. You let him cuddle you, resting your head on his chest

“It just feels like all of our friends are avoiding me. I mean I thought we were friends. Co-workers I guess, you know I’m not great at reading people.” You sighed and buried your face in his chest. Had you grown more annoying these past few weeks ? He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking up at him.

“Honey, you’re great at reading people, don’t let your insecurity tell you otherwise. I’m not really a people person anyway so I was excited that it was going to be just us. Nobody’s avoiding you I promise. Want to just reschedule this night?” He offered.

You shook your head. Rescheduling wouldn’t make you feel any better. Besides it was nice to be able to spend time with Bucky out in the open like this. You still felt like your friends were all acting weird, but you trusted Bucky enough that you decided to let it go.

“Well since it’s just you and me, we still have to watch The Princess Bride.” You relaxed into the couch, already pulling it up on the screen.

“Sounds perfect.”

You were working away in the lab, it was a little past lunch time but you simply couldn’t stop in the middle of your project. You could push yourself just a little bit and finish this in time to actually leave at a normal time tonight. You had a date tonight. You smiled to yourself. A secret date.

You were deep in the process, so much so that you didn’t even notice the secret date, arriving hours early in the lab. He gave your sides a squeeze making you yelp. You spun around to see your smirking boyfriend.

“Bucky! Um, what are you doing here!” you asked, trying not to sound too excited.

“I'm here to help you out with those samples you had requested from me.” He projected his voice around the lab. But it was for the benefit of no one, you were the only two there. You smiled, happily playing along.

“Oh right! Those samples I requested.”

“Those spit samples.” He grabbed the back of your head and crushed his lips to yours in a sloppy wet kiss. You slapped his chest as you pulled away from him giggling.

“Ew! Bucky, that's so gross, why would you say it like that!” But you couldn’t stop giggling. He smiled, clearly feeding off the laughter.

“You’re the one who wants us to have this clandestine affair, I’m just trying to keep up appearances.”

“"Why are you even here? You’re a little early.”

“It's my lunch break and I wanted to say hi and give you a kiss.” He took one of your hands in his. You reached out and grabbed his vibranium hand as well so you were holding both. It made his heart flutter, how unperturbed by his arm you were. When he was with you it was like he was just a normal guy.

“Hi.” He murmured, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Hi.” you breathed back. This time when your lips met it was sweet and soft. He slowly moved his lips against yours, you opened your mouth just slightly enough that his tongue could slip inside and ---

“So I’m pretty sure the Erskine notes were in here.” It was Bruce! Bucky felt a sudden rush of fear. Bruce wasn’t one of the inner circle who would just pretend not to notice their closeness. They could actually get caught!

You quickly as hard as you could pushed Bucky away and he clamored backwards. You wiped your mouth, hoping somehow that would disguise yourself. Bruce poked his head in.

“Just looking for the Erskine notes. Uh, everything ok in here?” He took stock of each of you, freshly shoved apart.

“Yeah, just leaving!” Bucky cried as he raced out of the lab.

“I’m indifferent to him leaving! I’ll go grab the notes for you Dr. Banner!” You raced to the file cabinet not looking at anything but the ground.

Bruce cocked his head at the strange interaction he just encountered.

“Good morning Bucky!” You greeted cheerfully as he entered the breakfast room in the morning, Steve and Sam in tow. “Morning Steve! Morning Sam!” You quickly added as they filed in. As not to raise suspicion.

“I get a good morning? Wow. Don’t I feel special.” Sam said with a smirk.

“I say good morning to everyone. I’m just a morning person like that. How are you doing Sam? I feel like you’ve been so busy, I barely even see you these days.” You asked, trying to sound casual. You still felt like everyone was acting so weird around you.

“Oh you know, mission after mission. None of them were in Hawaii either, it's all been Nepal, Siberia, whatever frozen wasteland they can dump me in.” He sat down next to you. You nodded along as he continued talking about his missions, eager to connect with your friend again.

“Good morning troops. Ah and good morning Beaker. Didn’t think I’d see you this early on a Monday.” Tony Stark, sunglasses still on, his closes wrinkled like he’d just come in off a jet. It had been awhile since he was on at the Compound.

You hoped you weren’t blushing at the comment. Bucky had talked you into another Sunday night sleepover, you were trying to be subtle about it but you were a morning person, it didn't make sense to pretend to show up later.

‘I didn’t think I’d see you at all Mr. Stark. It's been awhile, since you’ve hunkered down with us mole people in the lab.” You always had a professional but good natured relationship with Tony. He was your boss after all, which is why you found it a little weird to call him Tony.

Tony let out a chuckle and started to make science small talk, about the lab and the projects you’d been working on.

Bucky and Tony were not great friends. They had buried the hatchet, sure, but it wasn’t like the two drank beer and watched the game together. Cordial coworkers are best.

Except Bucky didn't feel very cordial with Tony right now. Considering he had taken the only open seat next to you. He gruffly sat down at the table next to them with his coffee.

You wanted to invite Bucky to come sit with you, or go over to his table, but that would probably be a bit too much for just friends. You peered over Tony’s shoulder to your grumpy boyfriend darkly having breakfast. You tried not to make it too obvious and still listen to his anecdote about building a mini laser.

The two of your eyes would catch more often than not. Quickly turning back to whatever they were doing. Tony picked up on this immediately, he looked over his shoulder

“What do you keep looking at?” He spun around to look directly at Bucky who was frozen in place. “What’s going on here? Are you two fucking or something?”

It was like everything happened all at once.

“Tony -- out of line.” “Uh HR?” “No no no you misunderstand.” “Which one of you told Tony?”

Everyone burst into action, all speaking over each other. Wait what? You swung your head from pleading with Tony to your secret boyfriend. The three soldiers froze. Sam took a deep breath.

“I’ve had enough of this! Nobody told Tony. You two idiots are just so obvious that anyone could see it.” Sam said. As soon as he did Steve let out a huge sigh of relief, his shoulders rolling forward like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“I won’t have this, no way, not on my watch. Y/N. My beloved employee. With Mancurian Candidate? Under my nose, in my own lab?” Tony said indignantly, putting his hand over his heart as if he was scandalized.

“Tony! That’s really not very funny. You shouldn’t call him that.” You said your face a hard frown. and Bucky felt his heart burst with happiness. But then your gaze turned to him and he felt your icy stare.

“I--I can explain. You see I had actually texted Steve before we decided to be lowkey. It was before so really if you think about it. I didn’t do anything wrong. And Steve and his big mouth told a few people. But it’s just the people in this room. And Nat. And Clint. And Wanda. But that’s all.” Bucky tried to explain to you as best he could. His eyes were pleading, he felt weak in the knees. You remained silent, your arms crossed.

“Yikes, you’re in troooouble.” Tony taunted.

“So basically everyone! Everyone I see on a daily basis. I can’t believe this. So they’ve all known the whole time?” You looked at Sam and Steve who both sheepishly nodded. You turned back to Bucky, you let out a shaky breath. People knew, and nothing bad had happened. Your friends had actually gone out of their way so you two could have some privacy. “Well I guess there's no point in keeping this up then.”

“Hm?”

“I'm having breakfast with my boyfriend now, so if you don’t mind gentlemen.” You grabbed your breakfast bowl and moved your chair so you were sitting next to Bucky. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your lap.

“Ugh, I'm nauseous you two are so fucking cute. Guess that’s my cue. Come on, Commandos, take a hint.” Tony got up signaling to the other two who also rushed out of the room, more than happy to get out of the tense atmosphere. Once you were completely alone, you finally spoke.

“I can’t believe everyone knows. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Bucky let out a deep sigh.

“I mean I kept it a secret from some people. Tony being one of them. I just…I wanted to give you what you wanted. But I mean to be completely honest I did want to tell everyone. I’m all in.”

“I’m all in too!” You cried clutching his hand and kissing his knuckles. “That's why I wanted to try and slow things down so I couldn’t mess anything up. Now it just all seems so silly. I tried so hard to be sneaky too!”

He took his hand off yours and gave your thigh a squeeze.

“I mean…we can still sneak around sometimes. If you want. ” He had a playful glint in his eyes. “I mean, I had plans, Doll, a lot of plans. I was fully prepared to take you on every inch of that lab table.”

“Sergeant Barnes! ” You gasped. “I think we may be a bit too loud for that level of sneakiness.” He took your chin in his hand and rubbed his thumb down your lip.

“I’m sure we can find a way to keep you quiet.”

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The Garden Within

Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Summary: Reader has been in love with her best friend Steve for longer than she’d care to admit. When he requests her help to gain another girl’s attention, she agrees to be his girlfriend. Kind of.

Warnings: angst, like for real a ton of angst especially in the beginning, happy ending though !! my devotion to bruce springsteen popping out multiple times, a fair amount of pining, slight fake dating au, reader being incredibly oblivious, a kiss or two, no spoilers!

Word count: 4.1k

a/n: literally nobody asked for this but it’s one of my favourite things i’ve ever written so i wanted to share it with you! p.s. requests are open, come chat with me besties !!

You weren’t entirely sure when it stopped happening.

When the soft smiles, the ones that started at the delicate curves of his plush lips and trailed up generously to perfectly crease his shimmering golden eyes, had stopped appearing the moment he saw you.

When the gentle brush of his agile fingertips against your skin, lingering just a moment longer than necessary, stopped occurring as often as it used to.

When the euphonious sound of his laughter stopped ringing captivatingly through the air after every bad joke you told.

You weren’t sure when it stopped but you knew why it had.

Nancy.

It was no secret to you that your best friend had feelings for the Wheeler girl. After all, they had dated for months. But that was before.

Before Nancy had fractured Steve’s unassuming heart. Before she began dating Jonathan.

Before you had fallen hopelessly in love with your best friend.

You remember the exact moment you knew it was love. You remember the juncture with the fondest of touches, as though if you thought about it too hard or for too long it would swiftly dissipate from your memory, leaving nothing but empty space in its wake.

‘You- You saved my life! Holy shit Steve what- Are you okay?” Your best friend had just absconded from seemingly out of nowhere in the nick of time. Gently pushing you ahead as the two of you run as fast as your legs will allow, fleeing the mind flayer that was previously conterminous with your face. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” He answers once the two of you are safely hidden behind a corridor, “Jesus (y/n), I thought- I thought-” His eyes are swimming with such a multitude of emotions, Sherlock Holmes himself couldn’t decipher their meaning. “I’m okay,” you state breathlessly, “You made sure I was okay. Steve, I don’t even know how to thank you, I-” He places his hand tenderly on your cheek, calloused thumb running imperceptibly gently along the curvature of your face, “You don’t have to thank me, (y/n), I couldn’t take it if anything ever happened to you.”

You still remember the delicate touch of his svelte fingers on your skin. The impossibly compassionate look in his eye. It was the moment your heart sprouted new growth, the roots blossoming into an ample array of flowering love, vines twisting their way affectionately around the curves and bends of your ribcage.

You didn’t fault Steve for his unwavering affections toward Nancy. How could you? Nancy Wheeler was irreproachable. She was sunshine after a storm; a tepid, radiant reassurance that there is still hope and luminescence after even the most cataclysmic catastrophe.

Unfortunately, that didn’t aid your aching heart.

“Earth to Mars, can you hear me out there?” Steve asks, gently waving his hand in front of your face, an obvious effort to refocus your attention onto him. The irony of this gesture is not lost upon you, considering you can still hear the perpetual echo of his reverberating footsteps as he takes his time exploring the corridors of your mind.

“Sorry, what was that Space Ranger? We’re having some technical difficulties up here.” You reply, willing yourself not to grow weak in the knees after braving a tenuous glimpse into his effervescent caramel eyes.

“I was just asking if you think I should talk to Nance, y’know feel it out a little? Make sure I’m not making this into something it’s not.” You nod absentmindedly from your spot on your bed as he rants, deftly retracing the invisible path he’s carefully constructed while pacing apprehensively on your bedroom carpet.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I know how you feel about her but you do remember she has a boyfriend right? I’m sure the last thing you’d want to do is make her uncomfortable.” Your judgement is not shrouded by your sentiments, you’re simply warning Steve not to act before he thinks. Even if it stings, you’ll invariably have his best interests at heart.

He sighs, “You’re right. God why are you always right?” He questions, finally ceasing his irritable pacing and collapsing onto his back beside you.

“Well one of us has to be and we’ve already established that it’s not you.” You’re almost sure you hear the mellifluous sound of angels singing in perfect harmony from the gates of heaven at the mere sight of his hallowed smile. “I’ll never forget your morally reprehensible slandering of America’s greatest treasure!”

“For the love of- (y/n)! For the last time, I didn’t slander Bruce Springsteen! All I said was Born in the U.S.A. got a little overplayed! Two years ago! We’ve gotta move past it, alright?”

“Never.” You’re smiling with him now, despite your unwavering devotion to the boss of rock ‘n roll.

“I should forget about it right?” He swiftly returns the conversation back to the subject of his admiration, the divine smile you’re never quite ready to part with has left his face without bidding you farewell. “Get over her for good? Maybe I should just move in with one of those old ladies who loves cats. And if I can’t find one of my own, I’m sure Mrs. Henderson would be more than happy to have me.”

You release a small chuckle at the overdramatic rantings of the boy you so reverently adore.

“Yeah but then you’d have to room with Dustin, and there’s no way you forgot how loudly he snores.”

He scrunches his nose in a captivating display of antipathy. “Right again.” He mumbles, promptly ridding his brain of the thought.

“Why don’t you just bring a date next time we all hang out? If Nance gets jealous then you know you stand a chance.” Your suggestion was marginally unserious to begin with. You know Steve’s going to protest the idea before you even finish saying the words, but you also want to appear unaffected by the constant crushing weight of his affections being aimed anywhere but you.

“Because she’s seen me on dates before (y/n)! She knows I’m not serious about any of those girls. Don’t get me wrong, they’re great but they’re not the one y’know? And she’d have to believe I was really committed to a girl to get jealous of her, right?” Called it.

“I’m not sure how to help then, Steve,” You start, verbalizing your thoughts more to yourself than him at this point. “The only girls you hang out with more than once these days are me and Robin.”

He turns to you, his saccharine eyes widening, syrupy sweet honey pooling out in a delicious display of interpretation. “Oh that’s it! You’re a genius! Seriously.”

Your eyebrows furrow together in a clear exhibit of confusion as you face Steve again, ready to ask him if he’s lost in the complex confines of his own fascinating mind, when his words strip away any thoughts previously circling in your head; the water has spun around the drain one final time and left nothing in its wake.

“Be my girlfriend.”

You’re not sure if you’ve ever been speechless before, truly speechless. On the contrary, you quintessentially found yourself ranting nervously, unable to stop, like the ticking of a clock moving unceasingly.

“W-what?” You manage, silently berating yourself for decidedly taking longer than it should to form a singular word.

“Be my girlfriend,” He repeats gesticulating his graceful hands, “I mean, not for real, obviously-”

“Yeah, obviously.” You murmur as your heart cracks with such a violent force, you’re unsure how your ribcage is still intact, worrying for the garden of tender emotion still residing inside.

“I mean you- you said it right? You’re the girl I spend the most time with, and Nancy, she knows that! If we pretended to be together, there’s no way she wouldn’t be jealous! I mean unless- unless she doesn’t like me back, like at all, in which case I’d just be super-”

It’s a terrible idea. A monumentally disastrous plan. Not because you don’t think it’d work, in fact, if Nancy returned Steve’s empyreal sentiments it would work out exactly as he desires. Which would unequivocally shatter the remnants of your already fragmented heart. This is why you can hardly believe the word that flies from your delicate lips like a particularly determined bird through the serene afternoon skies.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” His movements still, and his resplendent eyes widen in both shock and gratitude, “Really? You’d- You’d actually do that for me?” He questions, painstakingly oblivious to your unwavering devotion.

“Yeah. ‘Course. I’d do anything for you.” You mean this with every molecule in your body, down to the atoms that make them up. And though you’re unambiguously positive this won’t end well for you, you can’t help but marvel in the euphonic melody of his laugh as he pulls you into the solace of his embrace.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He mumbles into your shoulder, sturdy grip unwavering as he sings your praises.

Reluctantly you pull away from him, knowing if you’re going to forge a less than truthful relationship together, you’d better fabricate one hell of a believable story.

“So how do we do this exactly? Fake a relationship I mean. Like how did we,” You hesitate, regret tiptoeing its way into your body like a child cautiously creeping through the halls far past their bed-time, “How did we fall in love, o-or whatever?” You wince inaudibly at your own words, suppressing the memory of the day your chest was no longer just a home for your heart, but also a home to the flourishing garden of unrequited love that you harbour for your best friend.

“Hmmm.” Steve ponders for a moment, gathering his slender form off of your bed and resuming his previously abandoned route, pacing back and forth in contemplation once more.

“Oh!” He snaps his nimble fingers together as an indicator of the metaphorical lightbulb going off above his head. “How about this?” He stops maneuvering once more, his undivided attention landing back on you as he explains the story, “I came here after a particularly bad date, complaining about how I’m gonna grow old alone and you, y’know you were all (y/n) about the situation.”

“I was (y/n) about the situation?” You echo the resplendent boy’s statement, equal parts curious and amused.

“Yeah, yeah, y’know? Saying all the right things, making me feel better even when I didn’t think I could.” He smiles a seraphic smile at you, and you know that he means it altogether platonically, but you can’t help the infinitesimal sliver of hope that dances its way along your ribcage and tucks itself neatly away after passing the vines that neighbour the myocardium of your heart. “And, I don’t know, I guess I just- I kissed you? And you kissed back, and then we just, we’re a thing now, I guess? Does that sound okay?” Nothing in your life has ever sounded more okay, but you’re aware of the question’s true meaning.

“Yeah, that- that sounds fine.”

“Alright! Cool, cool.” He nods his head, his impeccably styled anfractuous hair moving along with it. “So we’re probably gonna have to tell Robin too, just to make it believable, right? ‘Cause we can’t tell her it’s fake. She’s like, the worst secret keeper in the world.”

“Yeah, I mean, I hate lying, especially to Robin, I feel like she always knows!” You voice, tossing your head back with a haphazard glance toward the immovable ceiling. How did you get yourself into this? “But there’s no way she’d be able to keep a secret that big. So I guess we’re just gonna be lying to our best friend now. Awesome.” You conclude, your typical quick wit is absent from the conversation and is instead replaced with the serpentine feeling of guilt, you’ve always loathed lying, especially to your friends.

You’re unsure if Robin will buy the narrative the two of you are intending to sell, but there’s one paramount factor that Steve’s unaware of, one that will make your ‘relationship’ appear more legitimate to your shared best friend. Robin knows.

When you ultimately came to the arduous conclusion that your deep-seated affection for Steve wasn’t going anywhere, you desperately required an unloading of your feelings. Since you couldn’t exactly tell the boy himself, Robin seemed like your best bet. So, after her swearing to abide by an oath of secrecy, bound and never to be broken, you told her everything. You’re positive it takes every fibre of her being not to erupt the information onto Steve every day, and you’re eternally grateful that there finally seems to be one secret she can keep.

Robin has been virtually begging you for months to come clean to Steve, adamant that he would return your affections if he were only made aware of them. Naturally, you refuse to entertain the idea of baring unto him your subterranean secret.

“C’mon, hey,” His voice softens and he leans his elevated frame down to where you’re sitting, maintaining eye contact that makes your head feel as though you’re floating, he continues as your mind becomes one with the celestial realm, “I know it seems bad but it’s just for a little while, okay? Just a few weeks. A month tops. Once we figure out how Nancy feels, I’ll let you tell Robin that you dumped me ‘cause I hated Springsteen or something.”

You feel the familiar twitch of a smile upon your lips despite yourself, “Hey! Don’t even joke about that dude! I will straight up dump you, like, right now.”

“Okay, alright, you can pick the reason. Just nothing embarrassing, please.”

“There’s nothing more embarrassing than Springsteen slander, Steve.”

“Are we really doing this? Fake boyfriend and girlfriend? It’s crazy isn’t it?”

“No crazier than any other plan you’ve ever had.”

“What?”

“Just, please, no cheesy pet names, okay? They make my skin crawl.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugarplum.” He quips, that delectable angelic smile of his returning to his face where you wish it would stay forever.

“Gross, Steve.” You’re smiling now too, falling back onto your mattress as the two of you slip into a comfortable rhythm of acerbic jokes. You don’t see it then, as you fix your jovial eyes to the ceiling once more; You don’t see the look Steve adorns as he takes in the sound of your well-tuned laughter. You don’t see the emotions swirling through his eyes, the tenderness of his gaze.

You don’t see it, but it’s there.

“Should we, like, hold hands now? Before we walk in? Just to make it seem more authentic?” Steve’s anxiety ridden questions sound through the frigid evening air as the two of you approach Joe’s Diner. You’re meeting Robin and Nancy for your monthly group hang, unsolicited nerves linger unyieldingly amidst the air between the two of you, it’s been three weeks since your joint plan had been hatched and this would be your official debut to your friends as a ‘couple’.

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay. Let’s hold hands!” You silently scold yourself for sounding so outwardly thrilled at the prospect of holding hands with your best friend.

Way to be subtle (y/n)!

His left hand tentatively grabs ahold of your right one, gingerly weaving his delicate slender fingers through your own, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance before loosely swinging your joined hands together as you come to a stop by the entrance of the diner.

“We got this. We do got this, right?”

“Yeah Steve, we got this.”

“Right, no, I know. I just wanted to make sure you were cool with it. There’s still time to back out.”

“Ouch, is it really that embarrassing to be seen with me?” You joke, though subconsciously you’re wondering if he’s having second thoughts because it’s you that’s playing the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“Woah! No, no, no. I was just making sure you’re comfortable with this. It’s a lot, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” You fabricate a smile, though you’re perceptive enough to know it isn’t reaching your eyes, “I’m cool if you’re cool.”

“Oh I’m cool alright. King of cool. Mayor of Cool-town.”

“Sure sounds like it. All cool people appoint themselves Mayor.” You’re both donning grins as you finally shake away the tension that was previously looming overhead like a nimbostratus cloud before a bout of particularly heavy rainfall.

“Let’s do this, Pudding Pop!”

“Agh, Steve! That’s disgusting.” He’s intentionally outdoing himself with each nauseatingly objectionable nickname. You smile broadly despite your protests, looking up toward the elysian constellations in the sky, each one becoming more pronounced as the evening begins its timely descent into night. His caramel eyes waste no time taking in your smile while you’re distracted. Your smile that, to him, perfectly personifies the warm sacred glow of boundless euphoria. God he loved that smile.

“Okay, enough stalling. Let’s go before Robin lectures us about how important it is to be on time for the ‘sanctity of the group hang’ again.” You announce, pulling your gaze away from a particularly bright cluster of stars.

“Right, yeah.” Steve stammers out, grateful you hadn’t appeared to pick up on his benevolent gaze. “After you, Boo-Bear.” He gestures as he opens the door for you, using the hand that isn’t still occupied with holding your own.

“Ew! Enough! At this rate I’m gonna be too nauseous to eat.”

“C’mon, admit it, they’re growing on you.”

“Like a fungus, Harrington.”

“There they are! Finally!” Robin’s voice rings out gently through the vacant diner. “We were starting to think you guys got lost or some-” Her words die a swift and sudden death on her lips, sapphire eyes widening as she looks back and forth between you, Steve, and your intertwined hands. “What-?”

“Looks like we’ve got a little explaining t’do. So, uh, yeah, (y/n) and I are like a- a thing now.” He punctuates visually by lifting your joint hands before letting them fall back to your sides, still entwined. Okay, so his words weren’t exactly carefully crafted, a perceptible lack of meticulous composure. At least you didn’t have to announce the fictitious relationship to your two friends.

Speaking of your friends, whilst Robin was preoccupied vehemently wrapping her mind around the new information, Nancy was smiling widely at the sudden broadcast of your new relationship. She was smiling?

“Oh my gosh, congratulations! It took you guys long enough, I was starting to wonder if you’d ever get together.” Nancy’s dazzling smile always put you at ease, but you were caught off guard by the sentiment of her amiable words. Were your feelings that obvious?

“Yeah seriously (y/n), I thought you’d never spit it out! And honestly, thank god you did, ‘cause I think the stress of keeping it a secret was giving me a rash.” Robin’s delicate voice sounded again. It seems, for what is first and only time in your elongated friendship, Robin actually believes the lie you two have concocted just below the protective cover of your craniums. Way to go Steve.

“Secret? What secret? Wait, hold on, have you two been keeping secrets behind my back?” Steve’s perplexed voice asks, furrowed eyebrows morphing his expression into an enamouring display of confusion.

“Noth-” You attempt a cover-up, voice quickly drowning in the crashing waves of the ocean’s tide as Robin answers instead, “About her undying love for you. You know I wouldn’t keep a secret from you unless I had to, it’s been giving me hives!” No. No, no, no, no, no. There’s no way that just happened.

“Her-?” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper now, a mere shadow of its former self. “(y/n).” He’s looking at you, so clearly that your skin feels like its scorching beneath his honeyed gaze, but you can’t find it within yourself to connect your eyes with his own. Truthfully, the only thought undulating in your brain right now, apart from beseeching the earth to swallow you whole where you stand, is to run.

And so you do.

Run may be a slight overemphasis, but you released Steve’s hand, ending the ambrosial experience of lingering intimacy faster than you’d ever wanted, turning hastily on your heel and dashing dejectedly toward the exit. What if he never talks to you again? What if he laughs about it with your friends once you leave? What if-

“(y/n)! Hey! Would you slow down a for second please?” His sensitive voice pleads, convincing you to stop in your tracks. You still can’t brave a glimpse in his direction, all too aware of the uncertainty of the situation.

“Could you- Hey, will you look at me?”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

Sighing out a breath of recognition, you finally turn and your eyes meet his instantly.

“Is it true?”

“Does it matter? Can we just-”

“It matters,” his wondrous eyes are pouring into yours with so much unspoken emotion that you find yourself at a loss for words, an anomaly only Steve Harrington can manifest, “It matters, (y/n).”

“Yes.” You finally muster, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat at the idea of him addressing your unrequited love.

“You love me? Like- Like you’re in love with me?”

“Yes Steve! I’m in love with you okay! Are there any other ways you’d like me to say it? Maybe I can get Nance to print it as a headline in the newspaper.” You’re walking the fine line between embarrassed and perturbed, obviously he knows how you feel by now, why should you have to keep restating it?

“I’d buy every copy of that newspaper.” He’s wearing a stunning smile now. A smile that’s so bright you have to remind yourself that it’s nighttime, and the sun is no longer beaming down from the sky.

“What?” You’re puzzled. Is he going to start collecting Nancy’s articles or something?

“I’d hang ‘em up all over town too, show off a little.”

“Steve, what are you-”

“I love you too. I’m in love with you too.” He interrupts your confusion with the most astonishingly unexpected declaration you’ve ever heard.

“You’re-? Steve, what?” You respond after you’ve finished basking in the nuance of his words.

“We came here, came up with this whole idea, so you could get back with Nancy, and now you’re telling me you’re in love with me?”

“That’s not- Okay well, yes technically that’s what happened, but it’s also not. D’you know what I mean?”

“Not even a little.”

He sighs, running a hand through the perfectly placed strands of chestnut resting on his head.

“I thought I wanted her, I was pretty sure she was it for me,” You’re biting the inside of your cheek in an overt attempt to distract your racing mind from the words that keep spilling past his opulent lips, “But then you, you had to go and (y/n) up the situation! I haven’t been able to think about anything but you for weeks! It’s driving me crazy!” He takes a few cautious, yet deliberate steps toward you, his voice softening once again as he utters “You’re driving me crazy.”

You swear it's as if time itself has stopped. Your ears aren’t picking up the sounds of car engines passing by, your eyes don’t see another trace of movement on the street, you’re inclined to believe that the speed of light is now zero.

The only thing that pulls you out of this belief is the familiar featherlight touch of his hands on your face, his nimble thumbs retracing the soft skin that covers your malar bones.

“You gonna say anything, Sugarsnap?”

“Steve-” Your lips are forming words of complaint for yet another one of his revolting pet names as a smile fights its way into the mix.

And then it happens.

You’ve spent a myriad of your days wondering how his lips would feel on yours, but none of the thoughts you conjured up in your mind could have prepared you for how truly delectable the feeling was.

His lips were unimaginably soft, forming a perfect rhythm of ebullient bliss as they moved in sanctimonious harmony with your own. The two of you were content to stay just like this for an everlasting eternity.

Reluctantly, you part the shortest of distances to catch your breath.

“That was..” You respire, unsure how to forge your thoughts into words deserving enough to describe the heavenly osculation.

“Yeah, yeah it was.”

“Hey (y/n)?”

“Yeah?” You respond, smile brighter than the moon shining down upon you.

“Be my girlfriend? For real this time?”

“I don’t know,” you draw out teasingly, “Do you take back that stuff you said about Springsteen?”

“(y/n)!”

“Yes, Steve. Nothing would make me happier.” You declare, pulling him in for another lingering kiss.

Steve smiles at you brilliantly, and you feel the familiar tug of another flower blooming splendidly in your ribcage, vines gently twisting their way through your chest, curving languidly alongside the ventricles of your heart.

You’re now and forevermore devoted to the preservation of your internal garden.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 13

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. WC: 1563 (Ch 10 when on ao3)

Jason settled in, legs draped over the edge of the building, and unwrapped sandwich enough to take a large bite. Next to him, Dick did the same.

They had gotten back into the habit slowly— in fits and starts and Jason turning down Dick’s gentle inquiry (plea, it was a plea) more often than not— but now, once a month at least, Red Hood and Nightwing could be found perched on a rooftop, sharing a meal. Chili dogs to burgers to sandwiches— anything that could be easily held, quickly eaten, and was open late to serve the night owls of Gotham.

Tonight it was bahn mi sandwiches from an amazing little Vietnamese place in Blüdhaven.

It was easier to take these moments in Blüdhaven.

Jason knew that tonight's ‘Big Brother Bonding Binge’ (Dick’s name for it), had been purposefully arranged. Nightwing would have had no issue handling that bust on his own. Jason wanted to resent it— Dick had been more a mother hen than usual since Jason had been ‘sick’— but Jason… Jason wanted someone to talk to.

Every since driving Danny out to the ocean, Jason had been thinking. His little revelation that he didn’t want to stop living… no, that he need to actively start living, had been rattling around in his brain. It was leading to all sorts of thoughts and plans that he didn’t know how to handle anymore.

It was still a struggle some days to think about the fact that he had a future to look forward to.

Jason could practically feel Dick vibrating with the need to ask next to him, so he threw his brother a bone. “I’ve… been thinking about going to college?”

He hadn’t meant it to come out like a question.

“Really?” Dick asked, perking up like a damn puppy. “That’s great Jay. Are you thinking Gotham U? What do you want to major in? Wait— do you’ll need a GED—”

“Got my GED as soon as I was officially back from the dead,” Jason said, cutting off Dick’s rambling. “I was… I mean, probably Gotham U eventually? I was thinking maybe just online classes first? There’s still days that…”

There were still days that Jason just couldn’t handle people very well or that the pain was too bad.

“Online classes sound like a great way to start,” Dick said. “Are you thinking about just doing gen eds then?”

“To start, yeah. But I was… I guess there are a few things I’m considering? Mostly thinking that I could maybe get something in social sciences that would be good for nonprofit work. I’ve been doing that stuff with the foundation, but I know I’m not really qualified to do a lot. And if I got a degree that could help out maybe.” Jason made himself take a breath. “Maybe I could do some real good as me and not just as Red Hood.”

“I know you could, little wing,” Dick said with one of his soft smiles; the type that always made Jason ache a little.

Jason elbowed him lightly, more to jostle him than to wound. Dick just laughed for Jason’s efforts.

“B is going to be ecstatic,” Dick said after polishing off the last bite of his sandwich.

“You mean insufferable,” Jason grumbled.

“Overenthusiastic,” Dick corrected. Jason gave in with a little shrug. “I’ll try to hold him back, but you know he just gets happy whenever he can do something for you.”

“You’re talking like I’m going to take his help.”

“You are— you’re smart enough not to wrack up that sort of debt when you can use B’s money instead.”

Jason sighed, exaggerating the sound so that the full effect would come through his respirator. There were still nights when he missed his helmet and the anonymity it provided, but the respirator, domino, and literal hood did make it easier to express himself when he wanted to. “Fine. But you getter try to make him tone it down.”

“Cross my heart,” Dick said, complete with the motion. “You’re best off telling him at a family dinner then.”

He had a point. “Next month then.”

“Or,” Dick said, drawing the word out as he leaned into Jason’s side. “You could come by sooner. You don’t have to only come once a month, Jay.”

“Wing,” Jason said, the name a sigh.

“Think about it. I promise to be there if you want to— and I’ll call in favors to get whoever else you want there too.”

Jason was a little touched despite himself. Favors were no small matter in the Wayne family. “Thanks—”

“Nightwing, Hood,” Oracle cut in across the comms.

Both vigilantes straightened up at her tone.

“Here,” Jason answered for both of. His voice roughened as he slipped back into being Red Hood. There was no room for Jason in a mission that had Oracle sounding that serious.

“Two-Face escaped from Arkham.”

Jason could sense Dick stop breathing next to him. Two-Face wasn’t Joker level, no one really was, but Two-Face was still Dick’s Joker. They had talked about it, one bad night— too cold and too haunted up on top of a bridge. Dick had spoken in hushed, short sentences— as it by saying the words quick enough and letting the frigid winter wind rip them away he could finally be free of it.

It didn’t work.

Nothing ever would.

Jason shifted just enough to press his knee against Dick’s. The forceful intake of breath the nudge caused was so sharp that it must have hurt.

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Jason slammed the hidden door in the back of his closet closed as he shoved through it.

He had gotten through patrol.

Somehow, he had gotten through patrol while holding off the worst of the Pit Rage.

Now the green was crowding out most of his vision as he stalked into his apartment. He fisted a hand in his hair, yanking as he tried to ground himself. He should be able to get a handle on himself.

It shouldn’t be this bad.

Nothing happened.

Maybe it was worse that nothing had happened.

Every missed chance of catching up with Two-Face, every bust of his henchmen that went nowhere, every empty warehouse— Jason had been forced to watch Dick grow tenser and tenser. Jason had just wanted to take his big brother out of there— take him back to a safe house where Jason could protect him from everything.

But there was no protecting anyone from their own mind.

Jason knew that.

Jason knew that with every creeping flick of green on the edge of his vision.

He was helpless against it all: helpless to help Dick, helpless to stop this pain, helpless to stop his own—

No.

What he needed to stop was this… this spiraling. He was home.

No one knew he’d been fighting the Rage.

No one was in danger.

Da- Batman would be looking into Two-Face relentlessly.

Jason just had to look after himself, just for the moment.

Fuck he was such a failure.

No.

Stop that.

Stop stop stop.

Jason collapsed on his couch. He dragged the weighted blanket up over his shoulders. Fingers laced, shuddering, behind his neck Jason struggled to suck in a breath of air.

Another.

One more.

Just keep breathing.

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Someone was knocking at his door.

The sound pulled Jason out of his haze and he blinked, listlessly. His world was sideways from where he had collapsed on the couch.

The knocking continued.

He ignored them.

“Jason?” Oh. It was Danny. He sounded panicked. “Come on Jason, if you don’t open up I’m coming in.”

No.

He couldn’t let Danny in.

If Danny got in, Jason could hurt him.

He couldn’t hurt Danny.

Jason surged to his feet, stumbling into his coffee table as the world spun around him. The mug he’d been drinking tea out of before patrol rocked off the edge and shattered.

The cold tea seeped under Jason’s bare feet.

“Jason.”

A drip of red bled into the liquid.

A shard of ceramic must have cut his foot.

“Jason.”

His head jerked up.

Danny was inside his apartment.

No no no—

“Get out.” The growled words tore themselves from Jason’s throat before he even was aware of speaking.

Danny took a hesitant step forward instead, reaching out like he wanted to get closer and touch. “Jason, no. Your whole haunt is— I can feel how scared you are right now, I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Get out.”

“Maybe an ectoshot?”

Danny wasn’t listening.

“I know we were going to wait at least one more week but it might help you stabilize—”

Why wasn’t Danny listening? “Get out.”

“I can always project with my core. You said you could sense me before?”

“I said get out!” Jason roared. He lost the rest of his vision to the burning green as he stalked forward.

“Jason, I can help—”

A fist slammed into the door Danny was backed up against. Wood cracked under the now bleeding knuckles that were inches from Danny’s head. Jason crowded in close, teeth bared with a growl— close enough for the toxic green glow of his eyes to reflect off of Danny’s tan skin. With a quiet viciousness he hissed, “Get out.”

And Danny did. He phased right out through the door.

Alone in his apartment Jason sagged against the bloody door with a half screamed sob.

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AN: We are back~ sorry for the longer than normal delay- health and work have both conspired against me. I’m sure this is still full of issues but that’s why we do a rewrite and beta before it goes on ao3~

It’s a small chapter, but it’s what it needed to be I think.

Hope you enjoyed and stay delightful, darlings!

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on being real

“I don’t want to date you anymore, Jackson.”

The silver fork he was holding in his left hand fell onto the marble floor, crashing the silence caused by your announcement. Jackson was visibly irritated, big frowns on his face.

“You… what? Why?”

For days you had been practicing this moment, imagining how you would explain your reasons and set him free. And even though you went over this moment hundreds of times, you were not prepared for the gravel pit of anxiety in your stomach. You didn’t do this because you didn’t want him, no. Your feelings were as strong as ever, but Jackson never opened up, he never let you take a look behind his porcelain façade. You decided to no longer waste your time with someone that only portrayed his good sides.

“I don’t feel like knowing you, Jackson. You only show me your good sides, you never share your problems with me. I just…”, you stumbled to find the right words.

“Say it, y/n”, he urged you with a serious tone.

“I feel like I’m dating a fake.”

Ouch, the pit grew bigger.

Jackson hid his face behind his hands, shielding himself from you. You didn’t think it would affect him that much, but his silent sobs gave him away.

“I’m sorry, Jackson.”

It didn’t take long for him to change into his real self, which you finally saw for the first time after months of dating. His eyes, always sparkly but never serene, turned dead, drained from life and love. You silently gasped, surprised to see the abyss behind the veil.

Jackson broke out in laughter as he wiped away his tears.

“Dating a fake, huh?”

Tears started to form in your eyes, seeing him like that broke your heart.

“What do you want to know, y/n? How broken I really am? You think you’re going to love that?”, he spat sarcastically.

You couldn’t answer, you didn’t dare to. Jackson took another sip of his drink, grimacing in pain.

“Shall we talk about my crippling depression, then? You want to know what that’s like? To lie awake every night wondering if this is the life I want, the one that I deserve? Shall we talk about the accompanying anxiety which is clouding my mind 24/7? Am I doing enough? Am I true to myself? Is this really who I am? Shall we talk about my sweaty hands and rapid heartbeat? Me wondering if I’m about to drop dead any minute? Is that it?”

He paused and observed you, not understanding the reason behind your tears.

“Or shall we talk about my health problems? Did you notice how badly I’m griding my teeth? Should I tell you that my jaw is tense as fuck and my teeth are overly sensitive? That drinking and eating anything but warm liquor is making me wince in pain? You think I’m this skinny because I’m on a diet? No, y/n, far from it. Should I tell you how frustrated I am because I have tried literally anything, and no one can help me? You wanna know what that’s like? To be helpless in your own body? To be betrayed by your own fucking body?”

Your eyes wandered to the glass in his hands, finally understanding why he was always drinking so much. Jackson started pacing through the room while bearing his darkest secrets.

“Or shall we talk about the people I’m seeing for help? Because I’ve seen them all, y/n. I searched through whole fucking Asia, and everybody is saying the same shit. It’s all in your head, Jackson. Do you know how fucked up that is? Neither antidepressants nor the shit for my teeth is helping me and you wanna know why? Because apparently, it’s in my head. My body is hurting because my soul is hurting. Isn’t that hilarious?”

Jackson spilled some of his liquor, trying to make a point.

“Or let’s not forget about my love life, y/n. You wanna know what that’s like? You wanna know how much energy it took to portray myself as normal? I wanted you to think of me as strong and healthy and full of life but now you’re breaking up with me because that was, what, fake? I did all of this so you would never realize how broken, fragile, and weak I am. But I guess that wasn’t the right way to go about it either.”

Another layer of sadness washed over his face, tinting his brown eyes in even deeper despair. Jackson took a seat on the couch and hid behind his hands again, wondering why he told you all of this if you were already over him.

He flinched in surprise as he felt your arms around him, hugging him tightly. For once he just gave in and hugged you back, crying silently in your embrace.

“Thank you for telling me, Jacky”, you whispered sweetly into his ear. “This is exactly what I wanted.”

He looked at you surprised, so you explained yourself.

“I fell in love with you because you were a real one. Standing in your truth and being true to who you are. That’s how I have always perceived you, anyways. But then when we started dating, and I never got to know that side of yours. You were too perfect, in a way. And I don’t want perfect. I want real, Jacky.”

His thumb brushed along your cheek, tracing down to your jaw.

“How could you possibly want that?”, his hoarse voice croaked.

You chuckled in response.

“I’m not perfect, Jackson. And I don’t want to be. Don’t you think I get depressed from time to time? We can cry together then. And yes, the thing with your teeth sucks. But I will love you even if you get new ones. And besides that, my teeth don’t hurt but my head does. Often, I get insufferable migraines and have to lie in a pitch-black room, I flinch at light like Dracula himself. Do you think I like that? No, but we all have something. You make it sound like you have to be perfect to be loved. But you don’t.”

The newfound spark in his eyes was noticeable, if only for a quick moment.

“I agree with the people you’ve been seeing, though. Your soul is hurting, Jackson. And that’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly, looking at him hopeful.

“You don’t have to heal on your own though. I’d like to help… if you let me?”

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epicbuddieficrecs · 2 months

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Weekly Recap | February 12th-18th 2024

No thoughts, head empty except for that new S7 trailer.

Complete

all things go, all things go. by dylaesthetics (Post-S5E10 Wrapped in Red | 11K | Teen): “He doesn’t hate you for transferring,” says Hen, as though reading his mind. “But the guy thinks everything’s his fault. He probably blames himself for it.” “Why would he? It was solely my choice,” says Eddie. It doesn’t make any sense. “I’m the one who got shot and had to live with the consequences.” Hen considers him, her eyes a bit sharp. “And he’s the one who watched that happen to you, and couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. It might be your trauma, Eddie, but it is also his.”

🔥 the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-S3 | 27K | General): or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

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48. We Objectify One (1) Man Here, Sir (Honeymoon, Explicit) 49. It's Called Stress Release (PWP, Explicit)

🔥 A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S6/S7 Spec | 43K | Mature): Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

come back by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Christopher POV, Tsunami | 1,6K | Teen): “Okay, Christopher,” Gabriella says. “Let’s try and find your dad, huh? Or your mom?” “My dad is a firefighter,” Christopher says. “He’s helping people. And my mom—” he blinks. “My mom isn’t here. We have to find Buck.” “I haven’t seen him,” Gabriella says, her voice a little sad. “There was nobody else with you when we saw you. But we can look for him together, okay?”

🔥 hey baby (i think i wanna marry you) by asteriasera / @asteriasera (Post-S6, Established Buddie, Proposal | 13K | Teen): Two months into officially dating Eddie, Buck begins to plan the perfect, extravagant proposal that his boyfriend deserves. As usual, nothing goes according to plan

🔥 finally found what i’ve been looking for by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (S7 Spec | 5K | Explicit): or, buck's good at basketball, eddie's trying really hard not to commit an act of public indecency about it, and maybe, just maybe, a slightly bloody beachside pick-up game can be the start of something new

paradise under a pine tree by Maira / @carrierofthepaperclips (Valentine's Day | 4K | Mature): ... or, the one where Eddie brings Buck a gift and ends up with a fiancé.

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand by devirnis/ @devirnis (S7 Spec | 1K | General): Eddie comes to with a burning in his chest and Buck’s name on his lips.

might as well be drunk in love by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Madney Wedding, Bed Sharing | 2K | Teen): or, getting little-spooned by his drunk best friend was not on buck's maid-of-honour checklist, but. it's happening

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 3/18 | 20K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 5/9 | 33K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 115/? | 339K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 26/? | 17K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

27. 51. Spinning your lover into a kiss on the dancefloor

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic

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I will never be over this moment

Red: Laudna

Purple: Imogen

This is not how I imagined reuniting would go.

I’m sorry for my outburst.

I’m sorry y’all went through so much.

It’s not… it’s not directed at you or anyone else, I hope you know that.

I-I-I do

Just the circumstances, that’s what’s frustrating.

It is weird, Laudna. I can’t hear your thoughts.

Even now?

Yea

Cause of the circlet… that’s great that’s

It’s great, but it’s also strange. It’s very strange.

Does it make crowded environments easier?

So much better

That’s wonderful. You don’t have to listen in to get my thoughts. I’ll always share them willingly. Just ask

Can I kiss you? I can’t tell if it’s alright or not anymore.

Alright… alright

Alright, so I will. I do, I do.

*kiss

I… You don’t have to… I just

Obviously I care for you, an immense deal

I know

I don’t… I don’t know if you realize how much of an anchor you are for me. And when you weren’t, when you weren’t there I was adrift. And Imogen, you make me better and when you weren’t there I did horrible things. I’m afraid I’m… I’m a bad person. Imogen

You’re not a bad person, you’re not a bad person.

*kiss

I’ve heard everything inside of you Laudna, you are not a bad person. I called you my anchor, my tether. We’re that for each other. Whatever you did, you can tell me.

When Bor’Dor betrayed us, it was just it was the last. I was so strained and stressed and at the end of my rope. And literally hanging on my a thread. And he was just, I couldn’t deal with one more person betraying us. We put our trust in him and Deni$e and Prism. Just as you all did with Deanna and F. R. I. D. A. and just like Yu and some many other people who’ve betrayed us in the past. It broke me and I couldn’t let him live.

Had he attacked you?

Yes, this was after he ummh revealed that he was with the Ruby Vanguard and he unleashed this acid sphere, this vitriolic sphere upon all of us and watched several people go down. And I lost control and… I lost control. And I haven’t asked but I think she’s back. I think she’s back. And I- I’ve just been so guilty because of what all of you all went through to defeat her and-and just in that moment I went- I was another person and I sucked the life force out of him and I- I’ve- I felt it. I felt that dull, deep beating heart, that wasn’t mine, return and I haven’t felt it in months. And I’m so sorry, it’s- it feels like just such- such a betrayal to everything you all went though.

You don’t need to apologize. He attacked you, first of all, fuck him. And whatever happened with her, we’ll make it right again. We’ll make it right again, alright.

Can I be honest with you?

Always

There’s part of me that thinks maybe we shouldn’t. We’re about to face the grandest challenges of our lives.

You wanna use her? Make yourself strong?

*laudna has a hard time even admiring it out loud

I get it. Look at the fucking moon in the sky. I don’t know if I wanna get rid of it. Power’s very tempting and I won’t judge you either way.

Maybe we can, maybe it’s our destiny to harness it.

Maybe it’s our destiny to fight it

I guess time will tell

Together, either way

You’re very capable

#critical role #cr spoilers #campaign 3 #c3e65 #marisha ray #laura bailey #laudna #imogen #imogen temult #pastel goth #southern gothic #laudna x imogen #imodna

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valsarchives · 1 year

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as it was - t.c (part 3)

requested. sorry for grammar mistakes!

face claim: lily-rose depp

part 1 | part 2

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yourusername me and jimmyfallon might have a surprise for you tonight 👀

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tchalamet aren’t you forgetting someone?

yourusername oh, am I? 🤭

ynmybaby I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

jimmyfallon I think everyone is gonna thank me after this

yourusername 🫣

ynsbabygirl my girl looks so hot 🥵

timmytimmy Timothèe you’re so lucky my boy

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“You’re still reading the comments?” Timothèe asked. His arms wrapped around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah. It’s good to see them after all this chaos.”

He sighed. “Y/n-”

“Hey. I know what you’re gonna say. Don’t.”

“But-”

“Look,” you turned around to see his beautiful face. “I never blamed you for this. So stop feeling bad. It’s over now, I barely get any negative comments.”

He looked at you for a long time before kissing you. “Alright, mon coeur.”

“We should get going tho. We’re gonna be late.”

He smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.”

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fallontonight Timothèe Chalamet is here with us again! We asked him all the questions you guys might want to know 👀 Tonight on NBC!

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ynmyqueen I love how we thought Y/n will go to the show because of her post but Timmy attended instead

timmytimmy he looks so happy 🥹

yourusername love that smile

tchalamet ♥️

ynmybaby I hope you asked about all this happed for past few months Jimmy

timotheefan452 🥺🥺🥺

timmytim I’m so excited!

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“So Timothèe, you don’t have to answer this if you feel uncomfortable but your fans are wondering about your relationship with Y/n L/n. Anything you want to share?”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah. You all probably know most parts we- mostly she had to deal with a lot of things. It was hard for both of us. I felt so devastated because she didn’t deserve to hear those horrible things they’ve said about her.”

“What did you guys do after the break up?”

“Well, I worked harder in order to keep myself busy. I don’t even know how could I stand being without her. I take a break from social media but I saw her posts. About herself, about her new film, about her life. I was so proud of her because she was so strong but I felt so bad because I couldn’t be there with her. The moment I watched her interview with vogue I knew I had to talk to her. I’m so glad she accepted it and here we are.”

“I’m so happy for you guys. I hope you two will never have to go through something like this again.”

“Me too. Thanks,” he smiled.

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tchalametupdates Timothèe Chalamet talks about how him and his girlfriend Y/n L/n met.

“I was fan of her works. She was literally my celebrity crush but I had zero hope for meeting her. […] I was working hard and I needed some time for myself. I went to Coachella with my friends and that’s where we first met. I think I used all of my luck in there.”

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ynandtimmy I love the way he smiles and giggles everytime he talks about Y/n.

timotea0 “Can you describe her with three words?”

“Oh no three words won’t be enough.”

“Come on try it!”

“Ok.. Strong, Caring.. and… this is gonna be so cheesy but Home.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

chalafan That was my favorite part 🤧

ynmybaby plss he is so in love with her I’m jealous

ynsbabygirl God I feel so single

timmytimmy I want what they have 😩

kissmeyn I need someone to love me the way Timothèe loves Y/n

timotheefan194 God, it’s me again…

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nanaminsmoon · 10 months

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❛❜𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔❛❜

universitystudent!Megumi x rich!blackfem reader

A/N: this was the first au i ever wrote, and i wrote it on this day last month so it seemed fitting to post it today:)) thanks for the support on the last post too i literally want to finish writing all the shit i’ve been procrastinating so i can upload more 😭

cw: fluff, reader makes universitystudent!Megumi feel a little flustered, mentions of kissing.

wc: 2814

universitystudent! Megumi who made the decision to become a tutor after coming to terms with the fact that he couldn’t survive on ramen and toast for the rest of the semester, so he had to make some money. Hours of contemplating drew the conclusion that he refused to deal with working in retail or in hospitality, so Megumi collapsed on his bed, opting to have sleep for dinner. However, the next day, a classmate of his happened to mention that he had made bank over the summer from tutoring dumb, trust fund babies, and told universitystudent! Megumi that if he wanted to make fairly easy money, that was the way to do it. So universitystudent! Megumi shrugged and said he would think about it. Initially, he was hesitant as he figured teaching wouldn’t be his forte because he genuinely didn’t believe he had the patience for it, especially if his students would be spoilt idiots who probably have no discipline because they’ve never been told ‘no’. But his mind was quickly made up when he got back to his shared dorms, and took a look in his fridge.

universitystudent!Megumi who had to download Facebook for the first time since he was 14 because nobody uses that app anymore. But his classmate told him that he probably wouldn’t find ads for tutors on TikTok.

universitystudent!Megumi who spent 15 whole minutes trying to login to his old but kept failing, despite the fact that he swore that ‘fuck-u-toji’ was his password on everything ages 11 through 18. It was only on the thousandth attempt, that he remembered that he had deleted that account years ago. At this point, he was so irritated, he didn’t even know if the money was worth it anymore but his stomach rumbling spurred perseverance within him, and after, what felt like years, he had made a new account.

universitystudent!Megumi who saw an ad your guardian had posted, and settled on it pretty quickly, because: 1) you were local, 2) it was the first one that showed up when he searched ‘tutor’ on Facebook, and he was too lazy to look for any other ones, and 3) it paid $200 an hour so, as much as he didn’t want to be locked up in your house for hours, he wouldn’t mind making $1000 in one sitting. So he messaged your guardian and, after some intense interrogation (aka asking him about his degree and how he was finding the weather), they agreed for him to tutor you.

universitystudent!Megumi who showed up to tutor you at 4pm, right after his last lecture, and was rolling his eyes in the Uber to your house because, up until this point, his main thoughts about the whole situation were concerning the compensation. But then he realised that he would actually have to tutor a rich idiot in maths, a subject that is hard to teach anyways. But that fact is exacerbated by the fact that his student would be someone spoilt. But the sorrowful clouds above his head were soon lifted by your chirpy guardian, who greeted him warmly upon opening the door and soon began bragging about you the same way they did in their messages, talking about how smart you were. Which made them both chuckle because they were telling that to your…tutor.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes widened, and breath hitched, when he saw a beautiful young woman come down the stairs, instead of the broody teenager he expected to see after hearing, and reading, all the comments about your guardian’s ‘little girl’. But he wasn’t complaining. You wore comfy clothes; loose black joggers, a white baby tee, and an oversized green and blue plaid shirt—white socks and beige Yeezy slides on your feet. Your jet-black, middle part, wig was in a claw clip, and you finished the look with a pair of thick rimmed glasses. A sigh, subconsciously, left his lips at how flawless you looked in such plain clothing, and he figured it was mainly due to your beautiful face and magnetic aura. And when he said ‘beautiful’, he meant beautiful; even simple things, like your gait as you seemingly floated down the long staircase, mesmerised him. Your presence had pulled him away from reality and he didn’t tune back into the present until you started introducing yourself, and he realised that he had seen your lips moving (because he was staring at them), but had heard nothing you had said. His cheeks and the tips of his ears rouged at the fact that he had to ask you again, because he hadn’t caught your name the first time. But the kind manner in which you smiled at him and repeated it without questioning his request made his heart melt.

universitystudent!Megumi whose lips curved slightly at the discovery that you were around his age, which he found through deep investigation (aka ‘staring really hard’)…and asking you your age.

universitystudent!Megumi’s heart nearly stopped when you told him that you would be studying in your bedroom instead of just the living room, or at the dining room table. You know, in a public place. With other people around. Because the thought of being in such a personal space of yours, so quickly, made his knees wobble. Especially since he basically had a crush on you after having known you for the best part of five minutes. But he followed you up the staircase, through the hallways, to a vast room that was probably ten times the size of his dorm room. It was decorated very well and, although he didn’t know you very well yet, he thought it matched you very well.

universitystudent!Megumi who sees a student lanyard with an ID card on your desk that told him that you go to the same uni. When he asked you about it, he found out that your department buildings are directly opposite each other.

”But wait, why do you need maths for photography?”, he asked with a confused scowl on his face once he figured out what your degree was, based on your department building.

”That’s what I’m saying!”, you shouted in enthusiastic agreement, and the way your face lit up made his heart palpitate, and his eyes greedy to see it happen again.

”The lecturer said something about calculating settings and shit, but I picked this subject so I wouldn’t need to do this shit. If I wanted to do maths, I would’ve picked it as a degree!”, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, and he chuckled lightly and nodded at you.

universitystudent!Megumi who stood by the edge of your bed, right hand on the strap of his backpack, as he awaited instruction on where he should sit. At first you questioned why he was just awkwardly stood there, looking around like a lost puppy. But when you realised you were sat on the only desk chair in your room, shock was painted on your face and you shot up from your chair and quickly scurried to your guardian’s home office to grab another chair. When you returned, pushing it in front of you, universitystudent!Megumi gave a tight-lipped smile, and placed his bag on the floor and sat down beside you.

Although it excited universitystudent!Megumi that, because you went to the same uni, you two would probably see each other again, it also confused him how you had been in such close proximity on a day to day basis, and he had never seen you before. He was sure he had never seen you because he would’ve remembered a face as pretty, and a laugh as infectious, as yours—he hadn’t said anything particularly funny, just a passing comment about a professor you both shared. But the way you had erupted into laughter had made him blush, and he just knew that your voice would be ringing through his head for the rest of the day.

The way universitystudent!Megumi would just stare at you, as you wrote down equations and completed practice questions, did not go by unnoticed by you.

”Is this correct?”, you had asked after scrawling an answer onto the paper, after writing and rewriting several different equations. universitystudent!Megumi hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, which obviously wasn’t a good sign, so you turned to him to find that he was staring right back at you, features more gentle than they had been when you first met him.

”Hm?”, he blinked himself out of a daze. He hadn’t even realised that he had been staring at you, so he couldn’t tell you how long he was even doing it for. He had just happened to notice how long your eyelashes were without any makeup, and that led him to your eyes. He noticed how pretty they looked earlier, but how did they look gorgeous from the side as well?? Then his gaze travelled down the slope of your nose, before sliding down to your lips; glossed, and plump. He was meant to be teaching you the geometric sequence, but he couldn’t focus on anything but those lips of yours, and how they would feel on his. He had to shake himself when your voice finally broke him out of his reverie.

”The equation? Did I do this right?”, you laughed nervously, not sure how to receive the blank stare he was throwing in your direction, and he just hummed while nodding. Before he actually saw what was written on the paper, and his nodding stuttered and he frowned deeply before grabbing your pencil.

”Oh…no, that-that’s not right”, he laughed out, and he basically scribbled out everything you had written and re-wrote everything again, and you just stared at him as he did it. His left arm was damn near bumping into your face with how close he was leaning over the table. His dark, aftershave wafted into your nostrils and you couldn’t help but notice how much cuter he looked now than earlier. He looked pretty good when he first arrived, but now you were looking at him closer, he looked…different; his raven coloured hair falling over his face, random parts of it just stood up as if they were being held afloat by a little hair fairy. You found it adorable how the ends of his bangs were kissing the ends of his eyelashes as he hurriedly wrote down whatever the fuck the geometric sequence was. He was just so…pretty. So was the bottom lip tucked between his teeth, as he frowned in concentration before he placed the pencil down, and met your eyes. The emeralds just bore back into yours, as silence ensued and, for a split second, it seemed like his breath got deeper. Mainly because it had.

”Done.”, he squeaked out. He didn’t mean to, but the nerves made his voice crack, and then his face got red because his voice cracked.

”Hot?”, you quirked an eyebrow, placing a hand on his knee. If he was on fire before, the flames had engulfed him completely now and he was about to turn into a puddle.

”Sorry?”, he whispered, moving back slightly. He didn’t realise how close you guys were until his knee knocked into yours.

”You’re red”, you pointed at his face, “Are you hot? Because I can turn the air conditioning on if you’d like.”, your own voice quietened subconsciously.

“Nah”, he shook his head, “I’m good. Just…thirsty”, he turned away from you, and you laughed before leaning down to your mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing to him, and he accepted it with a smile.

universitystudent!Megumi whose heart sank into his bowels when your guardian opened the door to offer you snacks, breaking the conversation you were having about God knows what, instead of studying (which had been long abandoned). He started feeling bad because he would still get paid at the end of the 5 hours, which had been broken into two segments; three and a half hours of studying and the remaining ninety minutes just being spent talking. Even when you were studying, you were still mainly speaking about your classes, and other random shit. This is when universitystudent!Megumi found out that you were at a party Yuji had urged him to go to last Friday. It was an invite he had declined, instead opting to stay at home and play Valorant (a decision he, now, regretted infinitely).

After devouring all the snacks, and making stupid jokes for hours, you looked at the time and realised it was getting late, so you offered to drop universitystudent!Megumi off to his dorms. He hesitantly accepted because, as much as he hated the idea of the rich girl he liked seeing his dorms, he wanted to speak to you more. So you went downstairs, and he greeted your guardian then you went to the garage, and got into your Porsche 718 and told him he could connect his phone on Bluetooth and play whatever he wanted. He chose ’ROLE MODEL’ by Brent Faiyaz.

universitystudent!Megumi whose eyes became well acquainted with the dashboard as you pulled up in front of his dormitory building.

”Hey, can I…uh…”, he had been practicing this since you got in the car, which was part of the reason why he was more quiet than he was back in your room. But now that he was staring into your eyes, doe-like and gleaming with the way their sparkle ricocheted off the beige car interior and almost blinded him, he really couldn’t speak. It was as if they were so blinding that all he could see was bright white, and he just blanked.

”Never mind”, he smiled, and started grabbing his bag and getting ready to leave. Fuck, he thought. He choked it. And now, he just needed to get out of the car before he embarrassed himself even further. But his escape plan was halted when you placed a hand on his shoulder, and held him back slightly. Every muscle in his body hardened but, after taking a deep breath, he turned to you. He just assumed you were about to tell him he forgot something,

”I don’t know if this is inappropriate, but…”, you laughed breathily, and his brain basically shut down, because what were you about to say? It couldn’t be what he thought it would it be, because that wouldn’t make sense.

”Can I…get your number?”, you winced slightly, hoping you hadn’t crossed the line, and when he just looked at you, blankly, you feared you had and you took your hand off his shoulder. universitystudent!Megumi simply watched as it retreated back to your lap.

”Are you serious?”, he spoke quietly and you, hesitantly, nodded.

”Sorry if I crossed the line, it’s just that we were getting on pretty well, and I—”,

”What? No, y/n, I was just surprised.”, he chuckled, nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was, uh…trying to ask you that just now, but I fucked it up”, he laughed, and you chuckled shyly, just looking back at him, and he looked back at you. So, now you were just staring right at each other, and his mind only went to one place, but you weren’t going to kiss him…were you?

”Your phone?”, you looked at him, then the light bulb went off and he realised you were waiting for him to take his phone out.

”Shit, yeah. Here”, he handed you his phone, and you put your number in it. Even saving your contact name as ‘y/n<33’, making him chuckle when he got his phone back.

”You can delete the last part if you want”, you giggled, and he shook his head.

”I like it. It’s cute.”, universitystudent!Megumi wanted to comment on you being cute too, but you cut his thought processes short when you began waving at him. So he just smiled at you, before making his way out, and running to his door because it randomly began raining.

The whole thing was very funny because you had never wanted a tutor, but your guardian had suggested it and you had, begrudgingly, agreed. But now, you wouldn’t mind doing extra maths work if it meant inviting a cute boy into your room a few times a week. universitystudent!Megumi, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that he was getting paid bags a week just a talk to a pretty girl. But, again, he wasn’t complaining.

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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scary dog privilege: epilogue- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

3.6k words // part 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

unknown number: please stop ignoring me. let me explain

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

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

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

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

unknown number: i miss you

unknown number: please

unknown number: talk to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i wish you had.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i never wanted you to get hurt.”

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

“you answered. i didn’t think you would,” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes, kicking yourself for not declining the call.

“yeah so i could tell you to go fuck yourself. leave me alone.” you replied, and he paused.

“is that what you really want?” he asked.

“yes,” you said.

“i don’t believe you.”

“i mean it,” you replied. “i don’t want you to text me, i don’t want you to call me, i don’t ever want to see you again. i want you to disappear forever and never come back,” you said, angry tears forming in your eyes.

“if that’s what you really want then i’ll do it. just tell me one thing,” he replied.

“what?” you sighed.

“do you really hate me?” he asked. you were silent for a moment- perhaps trying to think of an answer, perhaps too surprised that he had the nerve to ask you that to reply.

“i…“ you stuttered after a moment.

“that’s all i needed to know,” he cut you off, and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice, before he hung up. your mouth hung open, before you groaned in frustration as you tried to gather your thoughts. your phone buzzed in your hand, and you read the message that had come through.

unknown number: in case you change your mind //insert address//

you stared at your phone. had he really just told you were he was? or was it a location he could see, that he could tell if you were there and he could meet you? or was it a trap, and you’d show up just to get killed, this whole thing just an elaborate plot to get you alone so he could finish you off.

you knew that last one wasn’t true, no matter how much you’d like to convince yourself that he was pure evil, you were still holding onto the ethan that you had fallen for; the boy you thought he was. you couldn’t stop yourself from typing a message back this time.

you: i should send the entire nypd after you

unknown number: but you won’t

you: i’m still debating

unknown number: sure you are

•

it had been a week since you had told him not to call you, and to your surprise he hadn’t. not a single text or call since you threatened to send the police to the address he gave you. of course he was right; you hadn’t done it. you found yourself wishing he would text you, just to gloat that he had been right, but he didn’t.

you felt like you were on autopilot as your legs carried you down the stairs to the lobby of your apartment, and out the front door. the entire cab ride you felt as if you were watching someone else make a terrible decision, like you were screaming at the tv screen for a character to stop making a bad choice. it wasn’t until you got out of the cab, and your feet touched solid ground that you felt like you were no longer in a trance. deciding there was no going back now as the taxi pulled away, you walked up the front steps of the run down looking building. it was only a few stories tall, made of crumbling bricks, with walls covered in graffiti ,and you internally regretted coming here so late in the day, the sun already beginning to set.

pulling on the door handle, you noticed the lock was broken and the electronic security system wasn’t functional, as you walked right in. going up the stairs, you walked down the hallway to a door marked with a 3, and hesitated; f you did this there was no going back. you raised your hand and knocked lightly on the door. your heart pounded in your chest as you waited, and you jumped at the sound of the lock turning, and the door opened to reveal ethan, a grey hoodie hiding most of his face until he realized it was you. he looked shocked to see you, like he didn’t expect you to actually show up, and he removed his hood, freeing his brown curls that you loved so much.

“you came,” he said, stepping back to invite you into the apartment.

“i don’t forgive you. i don’t know if i ever will,” you began, still not walking inside.

“what are you doing here then?” he asked, unable to hide the gleam in his eyes.

“i - im not sure,” you admitted.

“are you going to come in? it’s cold.” he asked. you hadn’t noticed, but he was right; it was freezing in the narrow hallway. against your better judgment, you stepped into the apartment, and he shut the door before turning around to face you, watching as you looked around.

it was a small apartment, nothing fancy by any means. there was a living room area with a couch and a coffee table, with a kitchen off to the side, just a few counters and a sink, a stove and a fridge. there was a hallway that you assumed led to the bedroom and bathroom. you wondered to yourself how he paid for it, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, with all the other questions you had, like “how did you get away” and “how does no one know you’re alive”.

the floorboards creaked under your feet as you walked over and to the couch and sat down, ethan joining you hesitantly, trying to gauge your reaction as he sank into the cushion next to you.

“i don’t know what to say except i’m sorry-“

“i’m not here to talk,” you interrupted, and he looked at you confused. “maybe tomorrow i’ll kick and scream and tell you how much i hate you,” you continued. “but for tonight i’m just glad you’re okay.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. to say that ethan was shocked would be an understatement, but he held you close, content knowing that there was at least a small part of you that still cared for him; and that was something he could hold onto.

ethan leaned back, laying down on the couch and pulling you on top of him. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing gently circles on your back, sliding under your shirt slightly to allow his fingertips to trace over the scars left behind by the knife quinn stabbed you with.

“i’m so sorry-“ he whispered, kissing the top of your head. tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you held them shut tightly and you snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“i know,” you replied.

“what can i do- to prove it?” he asked.

“just… hold me; without any talking.”

his arms tightened around you, his body heat keeping you warm in the cold apartment. maybe in the morning you would regret this, maybe it was the biggest mistake of your life. but for now, you let yourself fall asleep, ethan’s fingers tracing patterns on your skin under your shirt.

and you realized, even after everything, despite all common sense, you felt safe knowing he was next to you.

- end -

❥ thank you for reading! this was heavily inspired by this song. i know the end is corny as hell but oh well! i’ve had so much fun writing this and i love ethan so much. i hope you enjoyed

Could you hold me without any talking?

We could try to go back where we started

I don't even have to stay don't even have to stay, but

If I woke up with you in the morning

I'd forget all the ways that we're broken

I don’t care if you've changed

I don't even have to stay

- stay, gracie abrams

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