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airbendertendou · 2 years

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bonten men reacting to seeing you — their assistant — in your glasses when they’re so used to your contacts.

[ contacts version ]

no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw ; mikeys poor eating, sanzu + his drug issues, cussing, ran calls reader ‘dolly’, mentions of vertigo

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MIKEY ♡

mikey knew you wore contacts. he made sure you always got your yearly eye exam and had the doctor check every possible thing that could be wrong. he wanted you healthy — completely healthy.

what mikey didn’t expect was a package to b on his desk the next morning, your name on the label. he just stared at it for a while, curiosity piquing until it fizzled out as he decided to not snoop through your things.

you stopped by during lunch — you usually did, bringing him actual food instead of snacks — and mikey decided to slide the box your way. “oh, my glasses are here.”

mouth full of food, mikey stopped mid-chew to stare at you blankly. “…glasses?”

“yeah, i decided to order a pair for lazy days,” you nodded. swallowing the food you were chewing, you took a sip of water before shrugging. “they’re better when looking at the computer, too. and i do that all day, so.”

mikey nodded and finished half of his food — only because you told him you were proud of him when he did — and watched you skip to his personal bathroom. he could hear you opening the medicine cabinet doors and cursing to yourself as something slipped from your hands before you joined him once again. but something was different this time — you had frames that were sliding down your nose and your eyes were somehow clearer to see.

“so?” you gave mikey a little twirl as if you’d changed drastically. “do they look okay?”

he stared. mikey’s dark gaze was heavy on you as he just gazed at your glasses before you noticed a small tilt of his lips. “cute.”

it wasn’t much, but it was enough to make a smile pull on your own lips. cute — mikey thought you were cute. ——

SANZU ♡

your head was pounding. you’d fought through it most of the morning and it’d faded a little. come lunch time, though, it came back full force and you were wincing every other minute.

“sanzu probably has some painkillers in his office.” it’s takeomi who speaks up. he’s leaning against the wall across from your desk, frowning as you rub your head. “don’t let him give you anything else, though.”

nodding you stand and wobble your way to where the pink haired boy is. he’s on the couch in his office, drool falling down his chin as he snores. you can’t help but roll your eyes fondly — sanzu was a mess but he was your mess and you adored him helplessly.

“haru,” you shake him gently. letting out a loud snore, he starts to stir. you shake his shoulder again, wincing at the pulsing in your head. “haru, get up.”

with an abrupt snort, sanzu jolts awake and stares at you. blinking slowly, you know he’s still feeling the effects of whatever he’d taken before he passed out. hazy eyes register your presence before a snarl falls on his lips. “who the fuck are you?”

“what.” you stand in disbelief as sanzu finally sits up straight. he’s glaring at you, unfamiliar with who you are. unbelievable man. you wince as your head pounds again. “haru, are you being serious right now?”

he stiffens even more at the sound of his first name. “i asked who the fuck you were.”

“oh my—“ you cut yourself off with a sigh. taking your newly purchased glasses, you slide them up so that your face is bare. “it’s me, you damn jerk. do you have any pain meds? my head is killing me.”

“woah,” haru let’s out a sigh. he’s gazing at you dreamily now that he’s certain of who you are. letting his head fall into the palm of his hand, sanzu tilts his head and grins. “so pretty with your glasses, baby. could barely recognize you.”

“mhm, m’sure it was the glasses and not whatever you took.” you let your glasses fall back into place as you roll your eyes at him. “tylenol? please?”

haru slaps his thighs before standing, slouching over to press a firm kiss to your head before he saunters around his office. as he searches, you can hear him sing “gotta get baby something for a headache”, repeatedly.

handing you the two white pills, you check the imprint code to make sure he handed you the right thing. not that sanzu would accidentally or purposely drug you of all people — he was still reeling from his high, though, and you didn’t trust that his brain was functioning right.

letting out a sigh of relief, you settled your forehead onto his collarbone. haru let his hand fall onto the back of your head, rubbing it occasionally. he kissed the top of your head before settling his nose there. “rest here while it kicks in, hm?”

you could never deny him, no matter how out of his mind he was. ——

RINDOU ♡

rindou always takes you to your doctors appointments. he usually even made his own appointments on the same day so that it as already done. this time, though, something was different.

“what the hell are you wearing?” ran speaks through a snort. rindou sighs at his brothers voice, closing his eyes as he prepares himself for the worst. “haven’t seen you in glasses since we were young, rin rin. you look so cute.”

rindou glares at his brother’s teasing grin, pulling the glasses off of his face and slamming them onto his desk. “shut the fuck up, ran. not cute.”

“but you are! my cute baby brother.”

“rin?” your voice cuts over ran’s. both men look up to see you frowning, your new glasses matching the ones rindou just took off. you looked at the folded frames on his desk, frown deepening. “your glasses?”

“oh, how precious! you’re both matching,” ran laughs. you take it upon yourself to smack the back of his head — gently, but firmly enough so he’d get the message. “okay, okay! i’m done now.”

ran leaves rin’s office soon after and he’s left with your frown pin-pointed to him. you glance from rin to his glasses, and back again when he doesn’t say or do anything. “fine, guess i’ll just put my contacts back in, then.”

his eyes widen at that, watching as you turn and put your nose in the air. frantically, rindou chases you and grasps your wrist tenderly, causing you to turn and face him. your pout causes rindou to soften, letting out a sigh as he reaches behind him to grab his glasses. “sorry, angel. jus’ don’t like when he teases me.”

“i know,” you swing your arm, causing rin’s to swing with it. he smiles at your gesture, sliding his glasses up his nose. “but you promised you’d wear your glasses today. promised we’d match.”

rin sighs and sets his forehead against yours, glasses bumping together and making you both giggle. “a promise is a promise, hm?” ——

RAN ♡

you’re leaning into the wall when he sees you. raising an eyebrow, ran watches you clutch the wall as you walk, knees knocking together as you stumble. he’s following behind you closely, smirk on his face as he holds in his laughter.

“doll? everything okay?” you jump at his voice, pressing your back to the wall. ran lets out a little snicker at your startled expression, gaze softening at the new sight in front of him. tapping the rim of your glasses, ran smiles. “these are new.”

you let out a sigh, body relaxing against the wall. adjusting the frames on your face, you purse your lips at him. “yeah. just gott’em yesterday.”

ran watches you hold onto the wall once more as you walk towards the break room. he finally sees the empty mug you’re carrying — of course you’re off to find a coffee re-fill. you sway to the left a little and ran catches you immediately, arm wrapping around you.

“woah there.” ran frowns at your unstable footing, watching as you try to grip the wall again and fail. “s’goin on?”

putting your back onto the wall again, you face the ground. “jus’ gotta get used to my glasses. makin’ me feel like i’m wearing drunk goggles.”

ran raises an eyebrow at that, smirk pulling on his face once more. griping your waist again, he tugs you away from the wall and helps you stabilize your legs. at his look, you continue speaking. “the floor’s jumpin’ out at me. feels like vertigo and it’s making me nauseous.”

“can’t have my dolly feeling unwell, can we?” ran grabs your empty mug, holding it in his free hand as he motions you to guide your hand against the wall. using ran as a crutch, you finally make it to the break room and ran begins to make your coffee as you sit in a seat. his back is turned to you as he adds in sugar, but he speaks anyways. “as cute as you look, i’d rather you not feel this bad when wearing your glasses.”

you cup the mug as ran sets it in front of you, melting at the warmth it omits. “i’ll get used to it eventually.”

“guess i’ll have to take care of you ‘til then. hm, doll.” ran grins at you, knocking his foot against yours under the table. ——

KOKONOI ♡

“sorry, again, to bother you.” kokonoi is in his car as he talks on the phone. you’re on the other line, still in your pajamas because it was supposed to be your day off. bonten heaquaters would collapse without you, you’re afraid. koko speeds up as he nears the turn for your street, finger hovering above the red end call button that’s on his screen. “see you in a second.”

when you answer the door, kokonoi forgets what he was going to say. his breath catches and his tongue dries out as he just stares. you’re talking but he has no idea what you’re saying — he can’t hear anything over the pounding of his own heartbeat.

tilting your head, the glasses you’re wearing shine in the light and keep his attention even longer. “koko? you can come in, you know.”

“you wear glasses,” he blurts it out. clearing his throat, kokonoi turns his face to the ground as embarrassment colors his cheeks. “i mean— i didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“well, they’re a little impractical in the field.” your attempt of a joke falls flat as kokonoi lifts his head to stare at you again. you adjust the sleeping shirt thats slipping off your shoulder, puffing your cheeks as you widen the door. “inside, koko — you can come in.”

“right,” it’s embarrassingly breathy, how voice sounds. shuffling into your apartment, koko can hear you begin to ramble again as you lead him to the kitchen. there are files spread across your table, a mug right in front of the chair that’s halfway pulled out. kokonoi sits across from you as you talk on.

“—told him that wasn’t what the deal was, but rindou doesn’t listen to anyone but ran. sometimes i don’t even think he listens to mikey and he’s just here because ran is,” you sigh. pushing your glasses up your nose, you slide over the file kokonoi asked for. “this one, right?”

he grabs the folder, reading through the papers as you take a sip from your mug. the steam fogs your glasses and kokonoi can only think of how endearing it looks on you — how attractive he found your specs. “how long have you worn them, your glasses?”

you hum in thought, blowing slightly on your drink. “since i was a kid, honestly. stopped for a little and decided they’d be good to have when my contacts start drying out or hurting my eyes.”

kokonoi nods and glances at the file again before his focus comes back on you. “they look good on you.”

“oh, thanks.” you take a sip of your drink again and notice his stare. raising an eyebrow at him, you tilt your head. “starin’, koko. the office’ll fall down without you there.”

“they’ll be alright a little longer.” kokonoi is sitting beside you and he takes advantage of that, grabbing your chair and dragging you closer. he places a kiss on your neck before moving his head so that he can see your face more clearly. “enjoying the view right now.”

you shove him gently, “cheesy!” there’s a grin on your face, though, and it matches the one koko holds just for you.

—— couldnt think of what to write for the others so sorry abt that ): writing tr characters as hopelessly in love n sappy is a full time job n i take it v seriously. thank you for reading, ♡ airbendertendou © 2022 do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.

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fairypaw · 5 months

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Poly plastic critters be upon ye' 🏳️‍🌈👭👭💥

me babbling about them under the cut as always

i recently got these lps together and theyre my darling starshines. i kinda wanna make them into long running ocs make lore for them and all that,, so here are some info and hcs and lore for the girls <33

Dorothea Flores || (cocker spaniel)

• she/her (afab)

• nicknames: dory, dorothy

• met Tommy first during early highschool, they were acquaintances and were on friendly terms through classes/projects but nothing came of it due to Dory's issues and Tom moving shortly. Rekindled again much later when she was on the job to find a heavily concussed Tommy

• Met Nia in pre med, Nia was the one who really helped her sort out all her issues and how they came to date was Dory on the bathroom floor post breakdown and went "lol that was embarrassing. wanna grab coffee later its a date"

• your local recovered mean girl grew up an angry child under her parents roof, its okay she figured it out,, eventually,,, in therapy

• currently an EMT, though shes undergoing training to become a paramedic.

• loves cooking!! she sings when she cooks and her girls will butt in off key fondly

Niamh Buckley || (deer)

• they/them (transfem amab)

• nicknames: nia

• homeschooled for most of their life, conservative parents who kept them in a short leash. ran away when they were 18 and lived with Tommy and her brother before going to collage where they met Dory.

• currently in med school to be a pediatric psychologist, but teaches elementary ballet part time

• kids love them like they're some sort of children whisperer, they hope to foster kids one day, something something breaking generational trauma

• loves gardening, grows their own veggies and herbs, hoping to grow a flower garden once they're a homeowner and not a heavily in debt student

Hamamoto Tomeiko || (cat)

• she/her

• nicknames: tommy, tom, miko

• was raised only by her older half brother growing up, her parents were unfit to raise a child and her freshly 18 brother adopted her, started calling him dad down the line.

• had a crush on Dorothy since high school, but it was pretty one sided since they were only in the same school for 2 years, because her dad's job made them move around a lot

• can pick up conversational languages pretty quickly because of this, also knows two different sign languages

• Met Nia because her dad came home with a homeless runaway kid and he took them in immediately knowing exactly what it felt like, they bonded while living together and decided to be roomates again in collage. feelings ensue

• wikipedia lite, will tell you about the article they read about whatever niche topic whenever they get an excuse to (theyr a little acoustic)

• studying in aerospace engineering, girl never let go of her hyperfixation of rockers since she was 7 and it shows

them . btw.

#littlest pet shop #lps #lpsblr #my art #littlest pet shop art #lps art #LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GOO !!!!!#accidentally made all of them have parental issues oops its okay its a canon event #well except for tommy kinda #i put WAYYY too much thought in this . maybe maybe ill expand on this univ

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chelseeebe · 10 months

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do you think i have forgotten (about you)

a part two to come pick me up.

summary: eddie finds himself out of jail and right back on your doorstep. running from his past while trying desperately to fix the mess he had left you in only leads to complicated situations.

a/n: so this is actually not what i had expected to post lmfao but similar to part one i reread this in my drafts and literally fell in love.. like it needed to be posted.

18+. smut, smoking, drug and alcohol use. mentions of jail and creepy therapists. angst.. sweet sweet angst. as before, this is stevexreader however this part is way more about eddie and r.

you can’t lie. the last few months had been pretty tough, on both you and steve. through no fault of his own though.

you were just.. unwell. perhaps you always had been and the process of seeing someone you regarded as your best friend beat the shit out of someone and subsequently be jailed for it had brought all those feelings up.

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not to mention the emotional toll of him dipping in and out of your life and the countless other reckless shit he’d pulled you into before.

currently things were stable, yours and steve’s relationship was good, you were going to work and succeeding in being mostly sober. a little help from a short stay in a psychiatric ward and some nice new pills had you feeling semi-okay again.

it had started not long after eddie was sentenced, you’d sat in the docks of the courtroom and watched the judge bang the gavel down as he was sentenced to twenty four months. it stung knowing that he’d gotten himself in this position because you’d dared to kiss your boyfriend in front of him.

nevertheless, a few short weeks after the horrid court date you’d suffered a complete breakdown at a party. throwing anything you could get your hands on, sobbing hysterically as steve tried his best to calm you. right in front of everybody, their gawping eyes prying as you were escorted out by the police who had then issued a caution and had recommended to the judge that you needed some sort of mental health intervention.

at the time it was humiliating. the worst part being that it felt like everyone around you was walking on eggshells, trying to coddle you and tell you that it was all okay. you’d known it wasn’t. maybe it could be, but for right then, no.

coming back into the apartment and the real world had been quite frankly, awful. missing the safety of the ward, you couldn’t hurt anyone in there.

steve had been your saviour through it all. making sure he was there for every visit with a great big smile on his. he was gentle, giving you your meds, making sure you were eating and he’d even found you a job, helping you apply, christ he’d even ran through a mock interview with you, putting on a deep voice and asking you silly questions.

and do you know what?

eventually things got back to some sense of normality. braving your first gathering, trembling as you walked through the door, terrified that everyone would hate you only to find that all anyone had really cared about was making sure you were well again.

and that lands us here, finally finishing a dragging shift and traipsing home to collapse into bed to wait for steve to get home.

except, nearing the front door you notice it’s cracked open slightly. the door handle looks busted and you’re ninety percent sure that either someone was currently in your apartment or had been in and ransacked it.

you push the door open with one finger, it freaks loudly as it opens slowly, startling the intruder who curses and drops whatever they were holding.

‘you have five seconds to get the fuck out,’ you warn, creeping from behind the door frame nervously.

there’s a figure stood in the middle of the room, back turned to you who very slowly puts his hands in the air, surrendering.

he turns to face you, a shit-eating grin on his face and you finally recognise the cocky face staring back at you.

‘eddie?!’

he breathes a sigh of relief, ‘holy shit i was startin’ to think you’d moved out and i’d just broken into some strangers apartment,’ cackling as his arms outstretch to hug you.

‘what the fuck- what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be in jail!’ in utter disbelief that he was stood before you, debating whether pinching yourself would wake you up from this strange dream.

‘i got out! duh,’ he grins, making his way towards you, arms still outstretched.

‘you.. you got out? what? you’re not supposed to be out for like another year.. i don’t- i’m not understanding,’ carefully wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulls you into a hug.

he felt stronger, sturdy as his arms wrap around your waist. the hug lasts for what feels like an eternity until you back to properly examine his face and to once again check that you weren’t hallucinating.

‘i can’t believe you’re actually here.. how are you? i’m sorry i’ve been.. busy,’ trying to recover over the last few months had meant that you’d sorta neglected eddie, his last letter still in the clutter on your desk somewhere.. unanswered.

unfortunately for him, you’d had a few more important things to focus on. like trying not to break down and keep your relationship with steve afloat.

‘i’m good, i’m always good.. what’ve you been up to? i missed your letters,’ it was a simple statement but you’d never truly comprehend just how much receiving anything from you had meant to him, how much it kept him going.

you let go of him fully, motioning for him to take a seat, ‘it’s a super long story..’ sighing as you jam the bursted door shut, steve would have to look at it on his day off.

‘well it’s a good thing i’ve got time,’ collapsing into the cushions, making himself right at home.

you and eddie are sat on the couch smoking when the key turns in the door and steve walks in, looking just as exhausted as he did when he left this morning. the tiny shadow of a smile that was on his face is dropped the second he see’s eddie, replaced with a state of pure confusion.

‘what the fuck?’ he exclaims, dropping his bag onto the floor as eddie clambers off of the sofa to greet him.

steve’s face is a picture, eyebrows knitted together as eddie’s hand claps his back, ‘you’re supposed to be in prison?’

eddie pulls back, holding onto steves shoulder’s, ‘and you’re supposed to be happy to see me,’ faux-offended by steve’s confused stature.

‘no.. i am, what? why are you out?’

eddie shrugs him off, coming back to the couch, ‘ehh it’s a long story.. come.. sit, how was work, big boy?’ taking the spliff from your outstretched hand to offer to steve.

steve plonks himself down next to you, placing your legs over his thighs instead of the couch, ‘yeah.. it was alright, i’m sorry- why the fuck are you in my living room and not in federal prison?’ taking the burning joint from eddie’s fingers.

‘i got out,’ eddie offers back, the exact same thing he’d said to you. you had come to the conclusion that his departure from jail had perhaps not been entirely legal but it was way easier to brush it off rather than trying to probe him.

steve narrows his eye’s, obviously also not buying his bullshit but decides instead to smoke whatever had been handed to him, humming as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.

‘i said that he could stay here.. just for a few days, if that’s okay?’ you ask, looking up at your boyfriend with hopeful eyes.

he pauses, contemplating if harbouring a, presumed, escaped convict was really a great idea, ‘uhh.. yeah i’m sure a few days is fine..’ he didn’t sound so sure himself.

‘thanks man,’ eddie nods, eyeing the door to his old bedroom.

the thing is, when eddie was convicted, his uncle had come to collect most of his stuff, taking it back to hawkins in his van. you’d thought he’d be locked up for at least two years so sending his things back to hawkins was the smartest idea. that meant when you guys moved out, you weren’t left to deal with his mountains of crap.

you catch him looking, feeling a tad guilty that he’d come back to nothing, ‘the bed’s still in there but.. it’s mostly storage now,’ scrunching your nose as you grimace.

‘that’s alright.. anything’s better than prison,’ he jokes, offering a saddened chuckle.

‘yeah.. exactly,’ not that you had much idea what prison was like, but from what eddie had told you, your living room floor would be an improvement.

the three of you spend a few hours right there on the couch, listening to eddie’s tales from jail, entangled with your stories of all the thing he’d missed. steve nudges you at some point, muttering something about bed which you agree with, rushing around to find eddie a spare blanket.

‘you’ll be okay in here?’ you ask, poised in the doorway.

‘yeah it’s great.. thank you,’ he smiles, sitting down on the edge of his old bed, peering around the now mostly empty room.

it felt a little suffocating if he was honest, the sheer amount of memories these blank four walls held. he swore he could hear echoes of your laugh from the times before, remembering the nights where you’d stumble back here and subsequently pass out in a heap on his bed. he shakes his head slightly, ridding himself of the thought before it got too deep.

‘okay, well.. goodnight,’ flashing him a tight-lipped smile before closing the door and making your way to your own room.

steve is stood facing the window, already stripped out of his clothes, ready for bed. he spins when he hears the door click shut, walking over to where you stood undressing with a grin, hands finding their place on your waist.

you hum at the feeling of his palms on your skin, ‘what’re you doing?’ shimmying out of your horrendous grey work trousers.

his lips softly press against the back of your neck and maybe it’s the weed or maybe it’s spite but he can’t help himself, fingers coming down to mess with the waistband of your panties. placing your hand over his to stop him from going any further.

‘we can’t,’ you hush, acutely aware that eddie was just a few doors down and would most certainly hear.

‘we can.. you’ll just have to be quiet,’ murmuring against the back of your neck, your hand doing absolutely nothing to really try and stop him. ‘can you do that for me?’

he travels further down, past the flimsy waistband, feeling his smirk widen against your skin as you sigh softly, sliding your hand onto his forearm, using it for leverage while his middle finger begins to circle your already sensitive clit.

your sex life hadn’t been what it was in the beginning, both of you busy with work and mental health crises that it was now more of a rarity to find the time. it’s not really lost on you as to why steve is so eager for it tonight but you couldn’t help but to feel at least a little turned on by this sudden bout of possessiveness.

your eyes flutter closed as he adds another finger to the equation, letting your body lean back against his bare chest, ‘my god,’ you moan softly, leaving crescent moon shapes indented in his skin.

‘hmm? is that good, baby?’ his plump, pink lips pressing gentle kisses to you neck and shoulders, teeth grazing the agile skin. he’s unforgiving and really not trying to be quiet at all.

it was definitely spite.

you can feel his erect cock against your ass, unknowingly writhing around, brushing up against him. his fingers hastily leave the safety of your now sodden underwear, manoeuvring your body to face him.

‘you’re such an asshole,’ you hush, gripping onto his arms for balance, walked backwards towards the bed.

a menacing smirk plastered on his face as he falls on top of you, knowing full well that eddie could definitely hear your soft pants and the way your lips echoed his name. stevestevesteve.

his fingers are brushing the hair from your face, making sure you were looking at him. it’s disgusting how attractive you find this. steve wasn’t usually one for such outward jealousy but you couldn’t say you hated it. legs wrapping around his torso after he had slipped your underwear off.

you don’t even attempt to conceal the whimper that ripples through your throat when he slides into your cunt. gripping onto his shoulders as the bed begins to creak, headboard knocking into the dry wall, unapologetic with his movements.

completely unashamed.

you’re eternally grateful that eddie doesn’t mention anything the next morning though he avoids steve’s eye and keeps his head low until he leaves for work. breathing an almost undetected sigh of relief when the door clicks shut.

the pair of spend most of the day lounging on the couch in front of the television, watching the overdue videos steve had neglected to return. the darkness eventually creeps up on you. the moon shining through the windows.

‘c’mon.. let’s go out,’ eddie nudges your knee with his, a devilish grin plastered across his face. he’d been bored shitless all day, as much as he enjoyed the mundane with you.. he wanted to go out. feel that rush through his veins as you got into something you shouldn’t.

‘i shouldn’t.. i’ve been doing good lately, it’s.. i can’t,’ sinking further into the sofa. you wanted to go out, really. but you and eddie going out alone together was a recipe for disaster.

‘and that’s why you deserve a treat.. c’mon, i know you want to,’ egging you on, now poking your knee with his finger, his other hand gripping onto the warm beer can.

you ponder for a second, pursing your lips as you weigh up the pros and cons. you don’t have to get wasted.. you could go out with eddie and be back before steve got home from work. yeah. you could do that.

‘where?’

eddie’s smile widens, he’d anticipate a hell of a lot more nagging and pleading than this, ‘fucking.. anywhere, the night is young and so are we.’

‘okay.. but, we’re having a normal night.. nothing crazy and i wanna be back here before steve is, got it?’ raising your eyebrows as you down the last sliver of wine.

‘absolutely.. whatever you want,’ eddie chuckles, slapping his knees as he stands from the couch, ‘c’mon.. get dressed.’

you stare up at him for a moment before getting up from the couch and slinking into yours and steve’s room. he wouldn’t be happy about this but if you were home and in bed before he was, he wouldn’t have much to complain about and if he did, he’d get over it.

and hey, maybe you could prove to him that you were okay now. that you were ready and able to handle things on your own.

everyone goes absolutely crazy when eddie walks in, almost as if he’d been locked up for a year. there are a few unhappy murmurs, worried onlookers who had been there that night.

but he doesn’t seem to care, shaking hands and chatting to everyone that came up to him. people handing him cups of mystery liquor which eventually got passed onto you.

you’re perched next to him on the couch, drinking the vile tasting liquid without a second thought. the odd person still coming up to him in shock, asking all sorts about what life was like on the inside.

and he just laughs and tell them the same generic story about earning his way and how eventually people listened to him. you doubt much of it is actually true but let him continue nonetheless. what did you know about prison?

bedsides, you’d seen the scars that now littered his knuckles and forearms. how his muscles had grown and the way his nose now bent slightly to the left. he must’ve done something to earn them.

your head is pretty fuzzy the first time the plate full of mystery white powder is passed around. respectfully declining and mumbling about sticking to drink.

but by the second time it comes your way, you’re glancing down at the porcelain with eager eyes. one tiny line couldn’t hurt, right? you still had plenty of time to sober up and get home before steve.

so you pick up the rolled up note, eddie’s eyes watching like a hawk, ‘hey.. you sure?’ his own jaw clenching from his previous line.

‘it’s fine,’ you nod reassuringly, holding one nostril and sniffing the pre-cut line, sniffing harshly. you’d forgotten how much it stung, making your eyes water as you pass the plate onwards.

you sit back into the couch, watching as the conversation roars around you. waiting for that sweet, sweet feeling when it finally hit.

and oh boy, does it.

one second you’re sat on the couch and the next you’re pulling eddie up onto his feet, trying to make him dance along to the pounding music with you. it all sounded so good. your body warm and loose. heart pounding in your chest as the beat vibrates through your limbs.

you’re not sure how long you’re dancing for, keeping your eyes closed while other people start getting up to join you.

not even questioning the second line when it re-emerges. still slowly sipping on what was now a dark liquor, bitter in taste, burning your throat on the way down.

eddie’s hand gingerly touches your waist causing you to pull your eyes to him. he’s dancing too, clutching onto the beer bottle, pupils dilated as they cling to you. cling to your body. moving in time with his.

everything’s a little blurry but you keep your eyes steady on eddie, smiling as the music distorts in your ears. it sounded robotic and weird but still had you wiggling your hips in time with the odd beat.

his other hand meets your waist, more confidently this time, pulling your body towards his. you think nothing of it, focussed on moving in time to the music.

eddie’s hand moves up to cup your cheek, the party bleating on around you as he tips your chin up towards his. a soft smile on his face as your eyes meet his fully.

the next few seconds happen so quickly that you’re not even sure if it actually happened.

his lips crash against yours, pressing himself to your chest, hand clinging to your cheek. he’s desperate with it, hungry and insatiable.

the magic dust you’d just inhaled must have softened your inhibitions because you’re kissing him back. palm pressed against his chest, fingers curling into his t-shirt.

until you finally realise exactly what you’re doing.

pulling yourself away from him, stumbling backwards as you blink up at him. had you actually just kissed him? no, why the fuck had he kissed you?

‘what the fuck are you doing?’ you exclaim, mind still hazy under the influence of whatever narcotics they were passing around.

your stomach twists. steve was probably sat at home waiting for you to get back, worried sick about where you’d gone. all the while you’re kissing his best friend at a party he had no idea was happening. it makes your stomach twist, guilt coursing through your chest.

you back away from eddie, tripping over another party goers outstretched legs as you go. head pounding, hands tingling. everything surrounding you had become a massive blur of flashing lights and distorted faces.

‘fuck.. wait!’ eddie calls out from the living room but you’re already gone, pushing past the gaggle of people in the hallway as you fumble for the doorknob.

the cold air hitting you the second the door is open, you hadn’t brought a jacket. or had you? you can’t really remember.

there are people strewn across the front yard, watching as you stumble down the path, fumbling for your phone in you pocket. the letters all jumble into one as you click through searching for steve's contact. slamming the green button the second you recognise the slight curve of the s.

he answers on the first ring, ‘hello? where are you?’ you’d missed the tens of missed calls from his number.

‘i’m.. i don’t know,’ sobbing into the receiver as one of the onlookers from the party approaches you, ‘where are we?’

from what you can make out, it’s a young girl, she looks worried as she takes the phone from your hand and places it to her ear, telling steve whatever street you were on. her spare hand reaches out to rub your back, keeping you close to her body as steve fucking sprints from your apartment to the address.

eddie makes absolutely zero attempts to try and find you, assuming that you’d already run off home. fuck it, he was out now. might as well prolong the inevitable argument with steve for as long as possible.

when steve arrives, he’s practically frantic, taking you from the kind girl as he leads you off home. his arm keeping your body held upright as you wail the entire way home.

‘steve..’ you sniffle, being guided into the empty apartment, ‘we kissed- eddie kissed me.. i didn’t mean to, i promise,’ clinging onto his neck as you’re lead into your bedroom.

he’s weirdly silent, placing you gently onto the bed, taking off your shoes before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

‘have you taken anything?’ he questions, choosing to ignore your confession, for his own sanity mostly.

you nod into the pillow, sprawled out on the mattress as the room spins around you. it’s dizzying, and not just the room spinning but the fact that steve was still so gentle even after your admission.

‘what? what d’you take?’

‘i don’t know.. coke i think.’

he nods, swallowing the growing fury in his throat, ‘i’ll get you some water, try and sleep yeah?’

he goes to get up but you’re already grabbing onto his forearm, keeping him firmly on the bed, ‘don’t go.. please,’ your voice hoarse from the party.

god, you thought. you sound utterly pitiful, ashamed that even after all he had done for you, you couldn’t hold your shit together on your own and were still relying on steve.

‘okay,’ he whispers, kicking his shoes off and swinging his legs over and onto the bed, sitting up on the pillows rather than joining you properly.

his arm snakes around your back, lifting your body ever so slightly to slide his arm under, pulling you onto his warm chest. stubbly chin coming to rest atop of your head.

you nestle your head into his cotton shirt, ‘i love you,’ head rising with every breath he took, closing your eyes and attempting to fall asleep despite the fact it felt like there was something stabbing into the side of your brain.

steve’s sat, deadpanned on the couch when eddie attempts to creep back in. startled by his presence in the darkened room. by this time, the birds had begun to chirp as the first rays of sunlight crept through the blinds.

‘shit man..’ eddie clutches his chest, ‘you scared me,’ he fumbles his way through the room, still pretty intoxicated, lips sore from chewing on them all night.

steve blinks, scrunching up his face as the other boy takes a seat next to him. eddie’s sure he knows. you had definitely told him. jesus christ, why wouldn’t you? he fucked up. again.

‘you can’t stay here anymore,’ steve states, stoic.

he wasn’t letting much on here. eddie almost wishes he’d just beat his ass and get it over with at least it’d be better than this creepy shit he had going on.

‘bro.. i’m sorry, i was fucked up.. i don’t know what the hell i was doing,’ he’s staring wide-eyed at steve who’s staring straight ahead, jaw tense, ‘shit, punch me if you want.. god knows i’d deserve it.’

‘i don’t care,’ steve presses his tongue to the back of his teeth, ‘you come back and you fuck everything up.. do you know how hard i’ve tried to help her.. all these meds and doctors appointments,’ steve’s shoulder’s slump, ‘fuck man, i even had to take her to this creepy ass therapist and try not to beat the shit out of him every time i dropped her off.. d’you know how hard that was?’ he sounds desperate now, dropping the weird, unsettling facade, turning to eddie with a genuine look of hurt upon his face.

eddie’s mouth opens to reply, but he has nothing to say. hasn’t a clue how to answer that because he didn’t know. yeah, you’d told him about it and how steve hadn’t left your side throughout it all but he had no idea that this was how steve had felt.

‘no,’ steve scoffs, ‘no you don’t know.. because you weren’t there,’ he sighs before continuing, ‘you didn’t have to watch the love of your life be dragged away because some judge had deemed her crazy. you weren’t there week in, week out in that hospital.. helpless.’

steve wouldn’t ever think of you as a burden but fuck, he needed to tell literally anyone the shit he had bottled up and eddie was now the (un)willing participant to catch the brunt of his frustration.

eddie swallows, staring out into the dark room, ‘i didn’t know.. i’m sorry,’ he’s scrambling now, trying to think of something, anything to say that could help, but he can’t. in steve’s eyes, he’s the one who continually seems to ruin shit for you. ruin you.

‘so no, i don’t want to hit you because you kissed my girlfriend but i do want to fucking kill you for coming in here and messing her up all over again,’ steve spits, his words like venom as they hit eddie square in the face.

any traces of intoxication had been pummelled from his body, head beginning to pound from the impending hangover, chest heavy under the weight of steve’s words.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was a fuck up and he knew it. he wasn’t sure why he’d even done it. you just looked so pretty and blissful and.. and you’d smiled at him the way you used to and he’d thought that maybe that had meant something. the few seconds that you’d kissed him back had felt like euphoria, for the first time in so long everything felt right again.

steve interrupts his train of self-pitying thought by standing from the couch, turning to walk away but pauses, ‘i’ll help you find somewhere tomorrow.. maybe nance n’ all will let you stay,’ and even through all of this steve couldn’t help but be kind to the man.

that’s what hit eddie the hardest, that even though he had hurt his best friend.. he was still stood in front of him throwing him a line and offering a sense of patience and understanding that eddie hadn’t felt in far too long.

he watches in silence as steve slinks off to your shared bedroom, head hanging low in utter shame. he’d never admit aloud, and especially not to steve, but the thought of you was the one thing getting him through his sentence.

the first few months were pretty rocky, having to prove himself time and time again, resulting in a multitude of different injuries but at the end of the day, he’d climb into his bunk and re-read the letters you’d sent. thumbing the pages until they were yellowed and worn. the mere thought of you still thinking about him was enough to make him get out of bed each morning.

he peers down at his scarred hands, tracing over the glistening white indentations. they all told their own individual story, the big one that ran across the large part of his hand was the worst after being slashed with a makeshift shiv during a fight. he was quite lucky really, his hand had taken the majority of the damage and had meant he wasn’t left to bleed out on the floor.

so he’d gotten stitches, kept his mouth shut and things had started to change. and yet still, every night he’d go to bed thinking of your face, telling himself that it wasn’t long to go.

you were his saving grace. the only thing that had stopped him slipping into darkness. he’d thought about it plenty, hurting himself or one of the douchebag inmates he shared the small space with. at least that way he’d get moved into solitary, maybe he’d even prove himself to the other guys.

you keep quiet when steve comes into your bedroom, unsure of whether to let him know you had practically heard their entire conversation. the mattress dips when he gets into bed, exhaling softly and making sure the blanket is covering both of you.

he sits in silence for a moment, you can feel his eyes burning into your face before he eventually settles in and lies back on the pillow.

‘are you mad at me?’ you squeak, gazing at him from tired eyes.

your voice startles him, so sure that you were still asleep but he answers quickly, ‘no, never,’ turning on his side to face you, inches from your face. it felt so intimate like this, vulnerable.

‘i heard what you said.. i’m sorry for..’ your bottom lip wobbles and you try hard to blink away the brimming tears, ‘for putting you through that.’

he’s immediately comforting you, placing a warm hand on your sodden cheek, ‘you’re okay.. it’s okay, you didn’t do anything,’ steve’s gut twisted, he hadn’t meant for you to hear any of it and the thought of you feeling guilty for eddie’s sake pricked at his heart.

you nod, not completely believing his words but for the sake of not causing a problem so early in the morning, deciding to just accept it. no matter how much it had been parroted to you, there was no accepting that none of this was your fault.

‘it’s just the way your brain is wired,’ dr. foster had said during one of your sessions, ‘but i’m here to make it all better,’ his eyes were narrowed, carefully watching you from his leather chair.

the memory alone makes you shudder, he’d been all for this authentic, organic approach.. hosting the sessions in his home and perhaps at times, becoming a little too familiar. his hand patting your knee as you spoke, asking creepy questions about your relationship with steve and overstepping a shit ton of boundaries. he had these icy blue eyes that lingered on yours for too long, there was something deeply unsettling about the way they narrowed when steve was mentioned. the utter anger they held when you brought up eddie. oh no, he really didn’t like eddie.

he’d been the one to suggest that you slow down with the letters to eddie, telling you that focusing on recovery was more important. it had worked in his favour anyway, the letters becoming the least of your concerns as you navigated recovery.

nonetheless, he didn’t last long. you were still in that mellow adjustment period, getting used to the meds when steve had informed you that dr. foster was no longer going to be your therapist. something about a conflict of schedules but you weren’t sure how true that really was.

it had been a few weeks since you’d last seen eddie, unsure of where he was or what trouble he’d gotten himself into. maybe even a minuscule part of you was hoping that he’d got himself arrested, at least that way you’d know he was safe inside and not wrecked in a ditch somewhere.

for the most part, you’d managed to put him to the back of your mind. it was only when things got quiet did you worry about him. deep down, you knew it was for the best. you couldn’t be around him without that niggling voice in the back of your head creeping back up. there was too much history there.

and steve had been so wonderful. you’re not sure you’d ever felt love like this. so transparent and pure, so void of expectations that he could see you at your worst and still be just as content to love you.

it all makes your heart ache, were you enough for steve even when you were like this? he had bore witness to the most horrific times of your life and yet, he’d be there everyday with a smile on his face and an open heart prepared for whatever that day may bring.

he’d taken the day off of work to purely spend it with you. granted, you’d only wanted to sit on the couch and watch a bunch of terrible movies with him but it was good enough. you’re not sure how long you’ve now been on this couch, but you knew it was late as the street lights glimmer that harsh orange through the blinds.

this film has you falling asleep, steve’s pick, obviously. you’d slid down the couch to rest your head on his lap, eyelids weighing heavy as sleep threatens to take over.

until you’re both startled by the incessant banging on the door, fist pummelling into the already brittle wood. your head snaps upward towards steve, pouting at the rude awakening. who on earth could find the need to pound the door at this time?

‘you expectin’ anyone?’ steve asks curiously, sliding your head from his thigh, very cautiously getting off of the couch to answer the door.

‘no? robin, maybe?’ unless robin had turned into a rabid zombie, you were sure it probably wasn’t her on the other side.

steve peers through the peep hole, seemingly taken aback but what or whoever he sees on the other side, ‘shit..’ cursing under his breath as he slides the chain from the door, opening it just slightly.

‘what?’ petrified by his reaction, sitting up on the couch to prepare for the impending insanity on the other side.

‘jesus man.. what are you doing here?’ he’s pushed aside as what looks like one eddie munson barges through the door, gasping for air and looking worse for wear.

he’s clutching his knees, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath, ‘i fucking.. ran the whole way here..’

if you’re being honest, he looks terrible. hair limp as it hangs around his face, clothes dirtied and you can’t see his face properly but you’re sure there’s a shiner of a bruise on his cheek.

‘what are you doing? what’s wrong?’ you fret, swinging your legs over the side of the couch as steve closes the door, bolting it up again in hopes that whatever eddie was running from was not following him.

he exhales before standing up straight, wiping the sweat from his forehead, ‘i need your help.. both of you,’ looking to steve who was stood with his hand on his hip, concerned about the inevitable mess eddie had just welcomed back into your lives.

‘why? where have you been?’

the last you’d heard from him, nancy had, very reluctantly, agreed to let him stay in their couch for a few days until he got himself sorted. but they’d woken up the next morning to find that he was no longer on said couch, not a trace of him left behind. he was completely unreachable, no phone, no idea where he had escaped off to and absolutely no one had seen or heard from him.

initially it had been a frenzy to try and find him until you collectively realised that he didn’t want to be found this time. and you had to mourn him all over again.

‘steve, d’you still know how to make fakes?’ completely ignoring your question, blinking at a puzzled steve.

your eyes flit to steve, unaware that he apparently had a history in counterfeit goods. perhaps a crucial bit of information he’d glossed over there.

‘not anymore.. what the fuck do you need that for?’

‘you know anyone that does? i’m desperate man.. i- i’ll pay,’ eddie pants, ‘name your price,’ chest heaving as he stands in the middle of your living room. he felt out of place here now, stuck out like a sore thumb.

steve ponders for a second, ‘uhh.. i dunno, maybe.. what’ve you done?’ sighing softly.

‘i need to leave the country.. i fucked up.. big time,’ eyes flitting to you with a certain sadness. even now, he didn’t want to disappoint you yet it seemed to be all he could do.

‘what’ve you done?’ you press, chewing on the inside of your cheek. mind running to the worst possibly conclusion. murder wasn’t out of the equation if you were honest.

eddie runs a dirtied, ringed hand over his face, ‘you know how i’m kinda s’posed to be in jail right now?’ it was already glaringly obvious that he hadn’t been released early.

‘yeah..’

‘well, i uh- i paid some guys off, they said they could get me out.. get me away from here,’ only now is he realising how fucking stupid that sounded.

‘eddie.. what?’ you exclaim, astonished by the sheer stupidity he constantly displayed. you’d thought that maybe he’d have learnt something from jail, that was the point of it, wasn’t it? learn from your mistakes and better yourself.

‘look, it doesn’t matter.. they’re asking for more money and i don’t have it,’ he says exasperated, ‘i need to disappear.. just for a little while, til they forget about it,’ eyes steady on you, as if to seek your approval.

you blink, where was he even planning to go? were you just never going to see him again?

‘i can’t get you outta the country but.. i might have a friend that can help,’ steve’s voice pipes up, tearing your eyes from eddie to look at him.

‘how?’ you exclaim, wondering what other things he had kept secret from you.

‘my friend’s out in california.. i think he’d put you up there,’ nodding at eddie, he probably didn’t deserve this kindness but steve couldn’t just leave him stranded. there was too much history to ever turn his back on his friend, even now, after everything, he was still holding his hand out for eddie.

‘that’d be.. fuck, that’d be.. good,’ eddie nods along, appreciative of anything you could do for him. turning to meet your gaze once more.

he knows this is it.

there wasn’t any coming back from this. no next time. it was california or it was death. and he sure as shit wasn’t a fan of the second option.

you think, deep down, that you know it too.

the likelihood of seeing him again is next to nothing. if he didn’t get himself killed, he’d certainly never be coming back here. this wasn’t for him, never had been really. well, maybe once upon a time when you looked at him without that sadness in your eye it had been.

when he thought back to it, he was sure the he knew you’d never loved him, he’d just been pretending for so long that his mind had played tricks on him, made him believe it. that’s why he’d lashed out that night, he’d convinced himself that you were in love with him. but you weren’t, and his heart had realised that fact quicker than his head had.

steve disappears into your bedroom in search of his phone, leaving you two alone in the living room. everything you want to say stays unsaid. heavy as it lingers between you. there’s not really much you can say in this moment that wouldn’t make things worse.

instead, you just nod.

as if to say that he could go. he could let you go.

eddie understands. but he’s not sure he ever will.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader

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bubbleswrld · 6 months

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Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

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Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #tjd #the judgement day #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea x reader

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afro-hispwriter · 9 months

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Come back to me

Zach Turner(Retribution) x f!reader

Warnings- implications of character death, mental issues

Wc-601

“You’re skipping school Zach. Do you have a girlfriend?” Matt asks his son as he looks at him through the rearview mirror. Zach looked up at him with large widened eyes before glaring at him.

“W-What no,” Zach says and Matt softened slightly, but Zach could see the judgment in his father's eyes along with maybe some sadness. Just like everyone else who knew him, and knew what happened.

“Of course he does. Her name is Mila.” Emily says almost like she was singing.

“Shut up Em, just shut up.” He says through gritted teeth. The car went silent and Zach turned his body away and scrolled on his phone. A photo from his memories of a year ago popped up as a notification. His eyes flicker to the small square of the picture and his heart clenched.

“You shouldn’t yell at her.” A sweet familiar voice says next to him and his head whipped around. “She’s just being a little sibling. Oh and on the topic of little siblings, how's my little brother?”

Zach tuned out everyone and everyone, all he could focus on was your beautiful face. You sat there between him and his sister, seatbelt secured around you, and the sun shining behind you.

You looked like an angel.

“Y/n I- I missed you.”

“Do you? Because it looks like you’re moving on from me quickly.” You peered over to his phone to see a picture of a girl on his lock screen. Zach’s eyes widened and unlocked his phone and went to the settings to change the wallpaper.

“S-She changed it, m’sorry.” He frantically started going through his albums of pictures… pictures of you. Suddenly his face was grabbed gently by you. The warmth of your hand was so comforting he melted into it.

“It’s okay Zach, it’s been almost a year.”

“No, it's not baby, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He was rambling so you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I missed you too.” Tears ran out of his brown eyes and down his cheeks. You looked at his neck, at the orange headphones making you smile. “I'm glad you took my headphones, keeping them nice a safe.”

“He’s forgetting you,” Zach says and you frown.

“I know, he’s still so young and I can only watch over him. Please don’t forget me, Zach.” You say and dig your face into the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes and dug his face into your hair, taking in your smell.

“Never.”

“Zach.”

“Zach!”

“ZACH!”

Zach blinked and he was back in reality. The car was stopped and pulled over to the side of the road. His father was grabbing him by his shoulders and Emily was looking at him in shock.

“What-What?.” He looked around, searching for you. “Y/n? Where? She was just here. WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!” He practically screamed at Matt.

“Son do not yell. Did you take your meds, have you been taking them at all?” Zach wiped his glossy eyes and looked down at his now-changed lock screen.

“N-No.” His breathing started to pick up and he clutched his chest.

“Breath Zach.” Emily placed a hand on her brother’s arm.

“How many times have we told you that taking your medication is important?” Matt said before sighing and taking in his son’s state.

He was sobbing at this point, snot and tears down his face.

“I-I just wanted to see her again.”

#zach turner x reader #zach turner #retribution #retribution 2023 #jack champion x reader #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 3 months

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ted on a tuesday

when ted came into annie's office, he alluded to an incident with his daughter but seemed to want to work up to it, instead going back and revisiting their conversation from the previous week about a coworker he'd been having issues with. he continued to think this woman's comments in meetings were designed to undermine his contributions, and if in fact she was wording things the way ted described, that was exactly what she was doing. annie was hesitant to take his side out loud, though. she wasn't sure ted needed the ego boost.

was ted sexist? she mused. probably not, i mean here he was confiding in a 27 year old female therapist. he'd been remarkably candid with her over the course of their time together so far, even admitting to bouts of erectile dysfunction (though refusing to take even the free samples of ED meds annie had in her desk).

he also seemed to get a long very well with his 16 year old daughter, but annie was fairly certain that was less a testament to ted's fathering and more of a commentary on his wife and her jealous, suspicious mindset. a week after ted had started seeing annie, his wife had barged into her office to see if the operation was "legitimate." she'd apparently suspected prostitution. annie was very firm and calm with this hysterical woman and had practically chewed a xanax down to the atoms after she'd left. that woman was rarely far from annie's mind when ted described issues at home. maybe it was unprofessional, but annie had repeatedly assured ted the home issues were "unequivocally" not his fault. at work it was harder to say. and with the daughter, it was harder to say.

finally, ted got around to the incident. he explained that he'd walked into his daughter's bedroom two nights early and encountered her doing a "sex act" with her boyfriend.

"a sex act?" annie had asked, quizzically.

"yes," he said, not elaborating.

ted was bothered because his daughter had apparently not done anything to cover up or be apologetic about whatever she was doing.

gradually, annie understood that the girl had been receiving oral sex, and was somewhat graphically exposed on her bed. essentially, ted was rattled because A. he'd seen his daughter's pussy and B. she hadn't seemed to mind.

"odd question, but what's the level of comfort with nudity in your house?" annie had asked him.

"very low?" he'd said.

"has your daughter ever... has she ever seen you?" annie asked.

"i suppose maybe," he said. "like, i don't know, i remember i had a problem with the shower one time, leak in the basement, i ran down there with my dick out." he laughed. annie also laughed. it was a funny image.

"did you fix the leak?"

"i contained the damage until a plumber got there," he said. "by then i had pants on."

"so, OKAY, not much casual nudity at home. so i imagine this is the first time you've seen your daughter's private areas since a younger age."

"yeah," he said. "not since long before she grew pubic hair and then shaved it all off again, apparently."

"nothing wrong with that," annie offered.

"no, it's fine. her mother does it too, in the summer."

"me too," annie said. she saw it register on his face with a light smirk. sometimes she liked admitting little personal things to her patients. her therapist, carlos, called it "strategic flirting."

annie picked at ted some more. he described the way she was laying with her legs open and how shocked he'd been that she hadn't covered herself or closed her legs or anything -- she'd just calmly asked him what was up and if he needed anything. the boyfriend had apparently been fully dressed. she nursed a theory about oral sex being performed so subserviently, if maybe that was triggering something in ted. seemed unlikely. ultimately, she concluded that he was reading it as defiance, and was offended. he clearly valued his positive relationship with his daughter a lot -- it was a better and healthier than his relationship with his wife.

"did you ever think," annie said. "that your daughter didn't cover up just because she trusts you?"

"what do you mean?"

"she wasn't like, trying to rub your face in it," annie said, regretting her choice of words immediately. "she just didn't even think to cover up. if your wife had come in, she would have. but with you, she doesn't mind."

annie watched with satisfaction as the clouds cleared from ted's brow. he said he'd talk it over with his daughter when they had some time alone.

when ted left annie napped on the couch for a while in her office between appointments. it smelled faintly of ted's cologne, which she rather liked.

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 1 year

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sorry for another rewuest but would u please do avengers! cast x teen reader who has adhd and has trouble staying on task while filming and the directors being mad or something please❤️

No need to apologize <3

"Y/N, not again," Said one of the directors while sighing. "Sorry," you said, already feeling the embarrassment creeping from the back of your neck. "It's the last time I promised," The scene you were filming was taking too long to film and you lost your attention to the scene twenty minutes ago. It wasn't the first time you zoned out and its starting to annoy the staff.

"Y/N please don't mess this one up," You nodded and fixed your shirt awkwardly and looked at Scarlett and she gave you a small smile to comfort you. All you had to do is listen to Scarlett and wait until your line starts. Before the scene even started you zoned out, and when you do, you can't get back from that state. When Scarlett started and her lines and she reached a point where you were supposed to start your lines, but when she looked at you you were clearly zoned out and she flinched, already knowing what is going to happen.

"Y/N, seriously?! I can't deal with you anymore!!" You flinched, you never heard that director scream ever, and that made you get scared. "We keep telling you to focus but you don't listen!!" He screamed. "Hey! it's a kid your yelling to, keep it together!" rdj exclaimed back. "And it's not like it's her issue anyways! we know you have not been paying her enough!" Scarlett screamed.

The directors didn't pay you all your money because apparently you weren't doing enough for their standards. Your adhd meds are expensive and you can't pay for it because you don't receive that much. You told Scarlett that a few weeks back when she found you crying in one of the empty rooms.

"If you started paying her what she deserve then there might be a chance that she wouldn't struggle as much!!" rdj said. By that point you were already crying and couldn't stand there even a little bit longer so you ran towards the bathroom to one of the stalls and hid there. After a few minutes you heard a knock. "Y/N, it's Lizzie and Scarlet, come out we need to talk to you," Lizzie said. You didn't respond, you felt so humiliated from what the director said and didn't feel like coming out.

"It's okay Y/N, we just need to talk to you," Scarlett said. You sighed. You knew that they wouldn't give up at all and would probably wait for you until you came out so you decided to go out anyways. When you walked out you couldn't bring yourself to look at them, you were so embarrassed. "Y/N, we convinced the director to pay you more, he wouldn't cut your pay anymore," Lizzie said. You looked up at them surprised, whenever you tried to convince him to give you your full payment he just refused, so they must have gaslighted him.

"Now if he ever decided to cut your payment you tell us, okay?" Scarlett said. "Okay," You nodded and they smiled softly at you. Ever since that day, that director was not mean to you, not even once, and you have Scarlet and Lizzie to thank for that.

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I feel like this one is kind of bad but idk

My requests are open

edit: omg I miss spelled scarlett's name lmaoo

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#avengers x reader #marvel imagine #platonic marvel #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #lizzie olsen #scarlet johansson #wanda marvel #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader

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wint3r-h3art · 2 years

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Office Hour | Professor Strange

pairing: graduate student!Reader x Professor Strange

Summary: You and Strange had a history together. When you were an undergrad, he was your TA, but that flame died out as soon as it started. A decade laters, it seemed like fate brought you back together as he was now a stand-professor for you Ethics class as well as your graduate advisor. A visit to his office hour igniting that flame you once thought was gone.

word count: 3.7K

warnings: SMUT AHEAD BESTIES. mutual pinning. Angst turns smut. Cunnilingus, breasts worshipping, vaginal sex. 18+ ONLY | MINORS FUCK OFF

A/N: No beta as usual. If I missed anything, I apologized. Comment and reblog are greatly appreciated, my loves.

*** Do not copy, repost, or translate my works

The sound of rushing footsteps tapping on the marble floor echoed through the empty hallway as you rushed to your appointed office hour.

You found yourself exhaling sharply through your nose with each step you took while your heart beat frantically against your ribcage. Bile threatened to surge upward the closer to getting to his office. Your stomach fluttered dangerously once you stood right in front of the wooden door.

You let out another exhale of breath through your nose, trying to calm your nerves as you stared at the wooden grain of his door.

If there was anything much worse than what you are feeling now was the fact that the stand-in professor for your ethics class was in fact your ex-boyfriend.

Stephen fucking Strange and you had a messy history today. It didn’t help that it was you who ran away from him because you had a commitment issue.

You reluctantly knocked on the door, and you could hear his deep baritone voice calling out to you to come in from the other side of the door.

With a shaky hand, you took a deep breath and mustered up the strength to put up a brave face, because let’s be honest, if there was anything worse than facing an ex, it was the fact that you’re not particularly over this ex yet. So why did you run away? You asked yourself.

Well, Stephen was your TA when you were an undergrad. He was also med school bound. That alone was messy. He was ready to graduate and do a residency at a hospital on the other side of town. Upon hearing this, you just couldn’t do it—the waiting part. He was already so unreachable to you, and to do a long-distance thing with him just didn’t work out for you. Fearing that he was going to dump you, you unsteady ghosted him–disappeared on him before he could do the dumping.

Almost a decade has passed, and he earned himself a respectable position as a world-renowned surgeon, only for that to be ripped away from him because of his accident.

You knew he was biting the bullet when he accepted a teaching job—even worse a stand-in-professor since his injury prevented him from working full-time.

You opened the wooden door to find him

buried in a large pile of paper, black-rimmed glasses hung low over the sharp bridge of his nose.

“Hello, MS.Y/LN, or is it Mrs? I can’t be sure these days.”

You can almost hear the smirk in his voice without even looking directly at him. Oh, how much have I forgotten how much of an ass Strange could be sometimes.

“Just Ms. would suffice, Doctor.”

You tried to keep your voice neutral, and Stephen didn’t like that at all. Have you forgotten about your history together or was this just another facade you’re wearing, because hell, you were always so good at hiding your feelings.

“Do you know why you are here?” Stephen’s voice deep, baritone voice sent a tremor through you as you took a seat right in front of him.

You noticed the way his pale, blue eyes landed on your left hand, surveying your ring finger to see if you were just being friendly with the whole Ms. thing to save him from any sort of embarrassment.

“I’m not sure. I submitted my paper, and I double-checked your rubric to see if my paper missed any points regarding the topic. I didn't find anything false in it.”

“You didn’t use the required source as I have asked,” he said simply as he handed the rubric paper to you with bright yellow highlighted on the title of his published paper.

“I found something false in your work, Doctor. No offense here, but what you did wasn’t really ethical.”

“How so?”

“Most of your medical cases you wrote in your works only offered to those that well—shall we say on the upper echelon, the type of patients that could afford the most cutting edge technology in existence, and well, a world-renowned surgeon. Not a single of your patient was from the middle class nor the lower class, which screwed with the sampling population—“

“This is an Ethics course, Ms.Y/LN. I did not violate anything out of the ordinary.”

“Statistically, speaking, I find your sampling population flawed, which was the reason why I opted to not use your work, and rather, someone else that treated patients from a variety of backgrounds. His number just makes more sense to me”

Strange took off his glasses and placed them on his pile of paper.

“You clearly have a problem with me, Ms.Y/LN.”

“I really don’t know what you mean.”

Stephen exhaled through his nose as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together, and you could see the scars on them. A part of you felt terribly for him–for not being there, but when you haven’t seen each other for so long…what would really say to him.

“You don’t like that I am your professor–”

“You’re also my new graduate advisor as well, which is ironic,” you quickly cut him off.

“Were you still mad about what happened ten years ago?”

You let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Stephen–Doctor Strange. Let’s be professional here. You can’t just make me come here just because I don’t use an unreliable source in my paper. I have a reputation to keep.”

“I am quite aware of your career in the scientific community, Ms.Y/LN. I just don’t understand why you need another Master's degree under your belt when you are quite well known in your field.”

“Bored….self-fulfillment, I supposed. Not everyone holds an MD and 5 PhDs,” you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile.

Stephen sighed as he leaned back against his chair, and muttered “so much for professionalism” under his breath before he watched you. “Do you even think of me when you left me that night without saying a word?”

The question caught you by the surprise of course, especially at his tone. You swallowed hard as met his longing gaze. You wanted to admit that yes, you couldn’t stop thinking about him to this day, but your pride gets the best of you.

“No. Not when you moved on from me so quickly,” you lied.

Stephen was silent for a long moment.

You sat there, unable to meet his gaze anymore as the deafening silence continued to stretch out. You wanted nothing more than to run away.

“If there isn’t anything you needed to say about my paper, I would like to leave,” you said promptly as you picked up your bag and stood up.

As you reached out to grab the doorknob, Strange’s hand found yours and he pulled you back suddenly till you crashed against his body.

Warmness enveloped your sense, filling you with nothing except for the scent of his expensive cologne. His body heat radiated off his larger body like a furnace–as you had always remembered him for.

“Stephen, what are–”

Your words got cut off when he cupped your face in his hands, his rough thumb traced your lower lip almost gently. “Not once did I ever stop thinking about you–about us,” he said softly. His breath smelled of mint. You could almost taste it on your tongue. “If you haven’t run away that night…we could have married you by now.”

You could feel all your walls slowly crumbling down as the distance between the two of you lessened. Every molecule in your body craved him almost frighteningly ached for him.

“I don’t want to the would-have, could-have thing, Stephen…You had all the chance to reconnect with me, but you didn’t.”

“I was busy.”

You laughed again, this time just to hide the pain that was building in your chest.

“Busy driving Christine Palmer around in your Lamborghini or perhaps busy taking her to a Micheline stars restaurant? There’s a difference, Stephen,” you stepped back and used his desk to support yourself. The air felt suddenly stiff as you continued. “You’re always so unreachable for me, you know that? From the moment we met and talked, you were always so far from me to reach…even now.”

“But I’m here, Y/N,” he said firmly, stepping forward as he grasped your hand and held it over his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating. “I’m always right here in the moment with you. It’s just you that didn’t realize it.”

You stared at him for a long moment. You’ve never forgotten how beautiful his eyes were, or how much you could just drown in them. The quietness fell once more as you both locked eyes on each other.

Then all at once, both of you launched at one another, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Your hands were on each other almost hungrily, clawing and pulling at the fabric as if you couldn’t get each other out of your clothes fast enough.

You found yourself hastily pulling off your shirt and then the jeans. Meanwhile, Stephen was practically ripping out his expensive dress shirt, popping the buttons out in the process. If you guessed it, he was probably ripping off his Armani to shred just to get a chance to fuck you again, which in hindsight was quite flattering.

Stephen pushed all of the contents off his large wooded desk before his mouth found yours once again. Both of his hands held your face in place, tongue twisted and glided against yours, tangling and clashing in a passionate kiss. Slowly, you found yourself being laid down on the hard surface of his desk.

Slowly, but surely he stood in between your thighs, his larger hand held both of yours, pinning them and holding them above your head. His distinct bulge pressed dangerously close to your aching core as his lips on yours.

“Stephen,” you said softly almost breathless as he trailed his lips down to kiss along your jawline. He didn’t respond, instead, he kissed his way down the delicate column of your neck, licking it and nibbling at it till you whined out softly.

Still, Strange was relentless in his feast upon your skin as he continued to kiss his way southward till he was at the space between the valley of your breasts.

You looked down to meet his darkened gaze, his mouth captured one of your breasts while he grasped the other with his rough palm, kneading it till your nipple became painfully taut. He suckled on your breast shamelessly, tongue twirled and flicked over the stiff bud. He pressed his teeth down on your nipple almost to the point where you whine out loud before he licked over it to soothe the ache he just caused. Stephen kept doing this over and over again until he was satisfying enough to give your other breast the same attention.

His hot breath fanned softly over your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to prick your skin.

“I miss the sound you make,” he said softly, mouth still on your soft mound.

“I miss the way you touch me, Stephen,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his head, holding him there as if you were afraid to let go now.

“Then I’ll just make it up to you,” he smirked. His cheeks hollowed on the soft, slow–almost agonizingly slow sucking of your breast. It radiated throughout your body to the point where your head fell back against the hard desk. The wet heat surrounding your sensitive nipple was almost too much, yet not enough. Your pussy spasmed, clenching and unclenched at the aching emptiness, wishing that he would give it the same attention as your mounds.

No words came out of your lips, except for an empty breath. The sensations were too much and too hot. His tongue flickered over the tender tip of your nipple, and the way he slowly drew away from you only made your pussy throb harder.

You pressed your aching core up to meet him, slickening his abdomen with your pussy juice, trying to sate the need to be filled by his cock.

“I’m going to lose it if you’re not going to fuck me,” you muttered. Perspiration misted your skin. You felt like you were going to burst out of your skin at any moment. Your flesh was so sensitive that it was getting painful.

By the time Stephen pulled back and slid down to stand between your thighs, you were practically shaking with anticipation. Every fiber of your muscles ached and cramp by the sheer force of your self-control.

“I almost forgot what a foul mouth you have,” he said almost smugly as he pressed his thumb against your mouth. You instinctively opened your mouth and began to suck on his fingers almost so lewdly that Stephen had to pull away from you. “Fuck, baby, you can’t just do that and get away with it.”

Stephen grabbed you by the hips and hastily pulled you down till your ass was hanging over the edge of the desk. With your legs draped over his broad shoulders, he sat himself down onto the chair. His fingers slid down till they were stroking at your slick slits.

“Fuck, look at how wet your pussy is, and I barely touch you,” he smirked almost too contently as he parted your folds with his fingers. His thumb flicked at your clit almost too lightly that you reacted with a jolt. “Let's see if you taste the same as before,” he murmured slowly before his mouth descended on your slippery heat.

His tongue slid over your clit easily, and you reacted by lifting your hips up to meet his mouth, seeking more. A low, satisfying noise emitted from his chest. “Still tastes as good as I remember, sweetheart,” he said as he spread your pussy lips apart before plunging his tongue into your tight hole.

“Stephen…please.”

“Hmm, I do miss the sound of you begging me,” he said before he licked and sucked almost lewdly at your folds. “Let me hear you beg me again, baby. Tell me to fuck you with my tongue.”

“P-please…”

Stephen cupped your ass cheeks almost roughly as he feasted upon your drenched pussy. Your hips circled and ground your needy cunt against his face. He reacted by tracing your folds with a slowly, teasing glide against the clenching hole until you whimpered in his arms.

“Stephen…” you pleased with him again, and he didn’t seem to want to hear you.

Gripping your hips tighter, he began fucking your quaking pussy with rapid thrusts of his tongue. It was the sort of depravity that you shouldn’t be enjoying yet the way he was moaning into your pussy as he was eating you out only made you wetter and hotter for him.

The slick sounds of his mouth against your drenching cunt were almost too much. Your hips churned. Your pulse pounded to your clit. You moaned at the way his tongue felt against your hole. Each shallow penetration threw you closer to the edge. His mouth was heaven and hell wrapped all in one, and the moment he wrapped his mouth around your clit, suckling and licking on it, you found yourself finally pushed over the edge as your orgasm hit you hard.

“Grab onto the desk,” he said roughly as you watched him get up. He started stroking his cock in his hand at a slow tantalizing pace, and you found yourself licking your lips, wondering what it would feel to just suck him off and watch him unravel under you like you just did.

And as if he could read your mind, Stephen's eyes twinkled as he rubbed the head of his cock against the seam of your folds almost teasingly.

“You’re thinking about sucking me off, don’t you?” he teased as he pushed the head into your folds briefly before pulling it away. You moaned at the emptiness before you nodded. Stephen smirked as he continued to stroke his cock from root to tip, squeezing the thick, pulsating shaft in his palm as he imagined what it feels like to be buried inside your drenching heat.

You reached up and did as he ordered, holding on to the hard, wooden edge for dear life. Your back arched at an almost impossibly angle, and your bare ass and pussy were out in the open. You could feel your slick rolling down your thigh almost shamelessly.

Taking himself in his hand, he ran the pink, bulbous head of his cock up and down your folds, coating it with your slick, teasing the opening. With a sharp inhale of breath, he pushed himself forward all the way to the hilt, sliding into your warm and inviting heat with ease.

A low, guttural moan tore from his lips at the unbearable tightness. You exhale his name almost too shakily as he stands there, frozen in place, waiting for you to not clamp around his dick anymore.

“I’m here, baby,” he said hoarsely, slowly sliding himself in and out of you, testing to see if your body was accustomed to the stretch already.

You were so full and so stretched out that all sanity seemed to slip out. Your body was still clenching around his shaft as he moved slowly. The tightness and the pleasure of milking him were slowly stealing his rationality. He could barely breathe through it. Sweat trickled down his chest and back. His hand trembled from holding on too tight to your hips. His mouth was so dry that every time he swallowed, it felt like fire slithered down his throat.

“Fuck,” he cursed when he felt your walls easing around his shaft a bit. He moved quicker now, easily slipping in and out of you. Stephen would pull himself out before pushing himself all the way again, and he kept doing this until your wall began to flutter around him once more.

Your knuckles strained, and your nails practically dug into the hardwoods as he relentlessly fucked you right on his desk. A soft cry spilled from your throat almost like a cry of desperation as your legs slowly fell apart.

Stephen slid his hands underneath your ass and pulled you even closer to him as he continued to pound into you at a relentless pace. It was as if you were being strung up higher and higher, you found yourself unraveled as quickly, falling into pieces, and there was no stopping it.

Your body spasmed and shook beneath him. Your climax was so fierce that you have forgotten where and what you were doing if it wasn’t for the fact that Stephen was still fucking you on the desk so relentless, trying to chase his own release as well.

Stephen groaned with reckless abandon by the way your pussy was clenching on his cock. He was coaxing you to squeeze him and milk him, wanting to come as well. He pounded into you so fiercely that he was the only thing that you could feel at the moment. Before you knew it, he quickly pulled away. Warm, sticky cum spurted onto your stomach as he stroked himself with his shaky hand, milking himself to the last drop onto you.

Then came the dreading silence once more as he stood there, staring at you with almost a tender look in his eyes. You didn’t want to come to this. You knew it was always a messy thing to be involved in an academic institution…it was even worse when he was your professor.

“I…” you started but couldn’t. Instead, you let out another exhale as you slowly got up. Shame and dread filled your heart to the point where you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said firmly as he handed you a box of tissue.

You stared at the box for a long moment before taking it.

“Is Italian ok with you?”

You looked up almost too quickly to find him on his phone scrolling through Google search for restaurants.

“I’m sorry?”

“Dinner. It’s late. I assume you want food.” Stephen answered almost as a matter of factly without even thinking that what he just asked you was beyond the sort of relationship you may have in mind. He quickly added as soon as he realized. “I–if that isn’t what you want, I can also drive you back to your place as well…I’m not going to let you take the shuttle by yourself at this hour if you are planning to protest against my offer.”

“Dinner sounds good,” you said almost sheepishly. He stared at you for a moment before a small smile stretched his lips.

“Great,” he said before he handed you your clothes. “Also…”

“We don’t have to pretend that this is a thing either if you don’t want to,” you added. “You’re pretty famous already, so…I get it if it’s a spur of the moment.”

“I want to…I want to start over.”

Your mouth formed an “O” upon his admission.

“I was never good with words, and you know that. I’m different now–or at least I think I am. I think if you do give us a second chance, we can truly make it work.”

You stared at him for a long moment before you nodded. “No, you’re right. You’re absolutely right…Hmm, I suppose I have to drop your class now that you want us to be official…Student and teacher relationship is against the rule.”

“Fuck the rule,” he smiled as he stepped forward, pressing his lips against your forehead. “But if you insist, I can recommend you to another class since the add/drop deadline passed already.”

“Hmm, that would be appreciated,” you smiled lazily as you hopped off the desk and started to put your jeans back on.

“And, Y/N?”

“Hm?” you looked up.

“Thank you for giving us another chance.”

A/N: this smut was borned purely out of my spite to read/write for my graduate classes. Also, the idea of being fucked on professor Strange’s desk just sounds really fucking good. Anyway, ILY and I hope you liked this one. It’s such an indulgent piece for me. If this is not relateable to you, please do treat it like a /oc fanfic 🥺💛

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange smut #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #doctor strange smut #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange headcanon #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange x reader #doctor stephen strange x you

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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We’re ride or die baby, so let’s ride until we die

Based on this request!

Billy Hargrove x Y/N (Fem!)

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Summary: You find out your pregnant and you’re terrified to tell your boyfriend Billy, but his response is different than you imagined.

TW: Teen pregnancy, vomit, Cursing, Mentions of abuse, bullying, bad parents…I think that’s it

It’s a somewhat a fluffy one! Some angst but not a lot. Reblog, like and comment if you like it! Feedback is always appreciated if you don’t! (Be kind please)

*Oh God, oh god, oh god, he’s gonna kill me*

You looked down at the three positive pregnancy tests. There is no way all three could be false positives…you were pregnant. Billy was going to kill you, definitely break up with you. The two of you had only been dating for a few months. You were the longest girlfriend he had but it wasn’t saying much, most of his girls were only for a night. He probably hasn’t dumped you because of Starcourt. You saved his life by taking some of the Mind Flayers fatal strikes. You both were in the hospital for months, having to finish out your school over the summer. This was surely going to be the end of your relationship, he never wanted kids; hell you never wanted kids. Yet here you were, having morning sickness and looking at proof of the baby.

19 and pregnant. Your mother was going to kick you out for sure, it felt like your life was ending. You heard a knock on the door, Billy was coming to pick you up. Oh god how were you going to tell him. Quickly brushing your teeth to get the morning sickness breath away you ran towards the door before your clueless mother could. Billy noticed something was off because you immediately pushed right past him and went to sit in his car. He rolled his eyes, trying to think what he already did to piss you off. You’d been on edge lately and he didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He had some really good news today too.

Sitting in the car he sighed and brought her to life. You flinched at the noise, you’ve never flinched at the noise. Driving down the road a bit he turned onto a dirt path. You didn’t know where he was going, you started to freak out. Did he know? Was he taking you somewhere to scream at you and dump you? What was going on?

Billy pulled into lovers lake, a much more secluded spot than they’d had before. You almost hurled from the sudden stopping of the car. He killed the engine and turns to look at you.

“What the fuck did I do?”

You winced as he raised his voice. Everything seemed so heightened.

“Nothing…what do you mean?”

Billy rolled his eyes and smacked his hand on the center console. This time you jumped for real, and he felt a bit bad for scaring you. You just seemed so out of focus.

“Come on Y/N. You’ve been so fucking distant, you barely want me to pick you up anymore, you’ve canceled our last two dates, you don’t go to parties anymore…what the fuck did I do?”

You could tell he was hurt. He masked most of his pain with anger; something he learned from his shit father. You learned how to deal with it and he appreciated you for it. No one else would stick around, no one else was like you. No one else loved him the he needed to be loved; the way you loved him. You gently rested your hand on top of his, you were shaking.

“Billy…something…I don’t know how to say this…but you’ve done nothing wrong. I think it was after the mall incident…maybe the meds were the issue.”

Billy was confused as hell. So many emotions ran though him. First, he thought you were going to say you’ve been cheating on him; but then you mentioned the mall. Second he thought the whole alternate dimension shit was too much for you; which he completely understood, but then you mentioned medication?

“Baby…what in the blue fuck are you talking about. Are you cheating on me?”

Again with the pain, this time it wasn’t even masked. He just straight up bled his hurting heart out onto you. Immediately you jumped back.

“Billy! No! Oh my god no! I could never. I would never!”

Seeing him visibly relax did nothing for your nerves.

“Billy…baby I’m pregnant.”

The air went cold. Billy was rigid, if you thought he was tense before, you were wrong. Tears welled up as you took your hand away from him. He needed to process, but you couldn’t watch it happen. Billy silently got out of the car and just walked away. You began to panic, he’d be back right? Of course he would, you’re in his car! Even if he hated you; Billy Hargrove loved his car. He would never just leave it by a lake.

An hour or so passed and you became nauseous. He still wasn’t back, you were supposed to go to the movies today; but that wasn’t happening. Getting out of his car you found yourself crying, and rushing to the lake to throw up. Falling to your knees at the edge of the lake you began to sob. Everything was going to fall apart, you’d be homeless when your family found out: and your boyfriend would have nothing to do with you.

Billy came back to find you out of the car, and fear clutched him. Had you tried to walk home? Was that bad for you or the baby? Oh god what had he done? But he heard a soft sniffle from down the hill and followed it to see your body curled up by the like. Quietly Billy walked over to you and gently lifted you so you were leaning against him. He kissed your forehead.

“Are you okay?”

You both asked at the same time. He chuckled and kissed your forehead again.

“Yea…I just needed to clear my head.”

You nodded.

“I threw up, but I’m ok.”

Billy sighed softly and pet your hair.

“What do you want to do?”

You shrugged. You knew you had options but it was all too much to handle. Billy gently picked you up and carried you back to the car. He placed your on the hood and stood in between your legs.

“We’ve been through a lot worse than this baby. We’re gonna do this together okay? Whatever you decide I’m going to be there. I’ll fight off every god damn person who has an issue with whatever you decide. I love you god damn it. I just got you back from that fucking demon, I’m not losing you again.”

His forehead was against yours, soft tears were coming out of his crystal blue eyes. Your face matching his, the words bringing tears to your eyes. You opted to kiss his cheek because of the vomit and he grunted.

“Let’s get you back home so you can brush your teeth and give me a real kiss.”

You chuckled, exhausted.

“I love you too Billy.”

He kissed your cheeks, where you cried.

“I love you too Y/N”

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That’s it! I’m not the greatest with pregnancy stuff so I did my best. I hope y’all like it! It’s definitely a shorter one. I did write this at like 5am so if there are errors I’m sorry!

#billy could have been saved #billy hargrove x female reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove #daddy hargrove #stranger things #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow?????

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable…

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good??

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!!

Here we just both had the zoomies

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

#the last kingdom #arnas fedaravicius #alexander dreymon #mark rowley #finan #sihtric #uhtred

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aeon-borealis · 9 months

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I'm trying to get back into fic-writing. There's an idea dump for "One Word: Revenge" sitting in my drafts and I'm really hoping to get that one started before October 31.

My latest attempt at writing anything AleHeather is based on an ask I got awhile ago about Heather cheering up Alejandro. Honestly, I want the full fic done before answering it. For some context, Alejandro and Heather are in their late twenties and living together.

Here's what I have so far:

At the beginning of the week, Alejandro had been as clean-cut, attentive, and affectionate as ever. He enjoyed doing small things like opening the door when Heather took off for work, breakfast in bed, covering her shoulders with his cardigan if she dozed off in the armchair. But as the week wore on, it was a miracle if he peeled himself out of bed before noon. It started with his shirts slowly covering up more skin. He’d progressed from shirt collars with four buttons undone to a food-stained tank top.

His hair was up more often and there were more flyaways and dandruff than the day before. Oatmeal with peach slices or berries was switched out for bowls of Heather’s Cheerios. He’d even grabbed the cheat day chocolate corn flakes. He hated chocolate. Yet the man that gave Blue Apron meal kits a run for their money was scraping the sides of a bowl with cocoa-drenched milk and soggy scraps of cereal stubbornly clinging to the ceramic.

Heather scrunched her brow. She wasn’t good at this. Out of everybody she knew and gave a shit about, Alejandro was one of only two people she could have intimate conversations with. And usually, he took the initiative and started said difficult conversations when they needed to. Something was fucked enough that he wasn’t willing to launch that attempt; either that, or he didn’t have the energy? Heather was wondering if he might be depressed?

She wouldn’t be surprised. She definitely was, but by her therapist’s definition, they were both high-functioning. No...the horrible honest truth was that she was stubbornly brute-forcing her way through trauma while Alejandro had immediately sought out meds, therapy, and approaching his issues with a fine-toothed comb. The man knew how to play the long game even when it seemed like life was fucking him extra hard.

“Alejandro….?” Her throat felt like it was full of extra thick tar.

“Hrmmm…” When he looked up, it was hard to not just stare at the deep eye bags and extra forehead wrinkles.

“Are you okay?”

Alejandro looked at her for a long few seconds, blinked, and groaned. He ran his fingers through hair at the base of his neck as he shook his head. “No.”

At that, she waited. She met his eyes and when it became excruciating to keep looking into that goose egg green, she moved her gaze between his thick brows. Despite herself, she felt the impulse to chase down a pair of tweezers and start plucking at the more unkempt hairs. How many small things did he do that she was only now becoming painfully aware of? The list was growing longer and becoming a weight pressing down on her shoulders.

“Ah….” She rolled her hand in what she hoped was a “go on…” gesture.

“I answered your question. I’m not okay.”

“Yeah…?”

He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his pathetic cereal scraps.

“Alejandro….” Heather used a stern tone of voice.

He looked at her briefly, lips drawn into an intense scowl. For a moment, he was winding up to say something from how his shoulders moved and brows carved into his face. Just as quickly, he turned back away. Shoulders slumped. The spoon stopped picking at the bowl. Then he turned again but Heather saw this utterly defeated look cross his face before it was just his back.

Frustrated, she picked up her bowl, scooped up his bowl and walked past him into the kitchen. Her heart ached as she looked at him again in the other room. While he was only a few steps away, the distance felt like miles from the Arctic breeze wafting off of him.

Everything about his closed-up posture screamed “fuck off.” Heather was way too familiar with people turning their backs to her or pretending she was invisible. Every instinct was itching to stomp over, grab Alejandro’s shoulder, spin him around, and scream in his face. Scream until her face turned bright red.

Instead, she sighed heavily and quickly sped out of the room.

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“It’s been awhile! I’m happy to hear from you, Heather.”

Heather wished she had an old cord phone instead of a glorified Star Trek brick so she had something to fidget with right now.

“How are-?” There was a loud scream and several giggles in the background. Carlos shushed and spoke softly to a small babbling child before he returned and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’m in the middle of babysitting my niece. Athena’s taking over in a few minutes, so bear with me.”

“I can’t wait for your own little gremlins!” Heather started pulling at the rubberband around her wrist. She didn’t pick at her nails for years, but then she met Alejandro’s brother’s fiance Athena. She was a ball of anxious energy with a high-pitched voice; the kind of person Heather judged harshly, the kind of person she would have demolished on Total Drama. Instead, they bonded over Athena’s huge stash of glitter pens and somehow, Heather found the older sister she never knew she wanted. It was Athena’s fault that Heather was back to fighting that terrible nail-picking habit she thought she’d conquered at age nine.

“They’ll be visiting Aunty Heather often,” Carlos chuckled. “So, what’s up?”

“How do I put this?” Heather groaned. “Alejandro’s pretty much shut down. He’s letting himself go. Like, not doing his hair and wearing sweats all the time. It’s...kinda how you described happened after World Tour?”

Carlos hissed and took a long breath.

“Make sure World of Warcraft isn’t installed on his computer…”

“He only has Zelda games and some DDR like stuff.”

#aleheather #alejandro x heather #tdwt alejandro #tdwt heather #total drama world tour #total drama heather #fanfic #aleheather fanfic #to be continued #draft

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kalisburnerphone · 1 year

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1 Shot // Haruchiyo Sanzu

CW: mentions of Bipolar 1 Disorder, mental health, alcohol consumption, slight codependency. it’s mainly just a vulnerable piece.

Not sure what the word count is either.

Artwork is not mine, full credits to the owner.

music rec- 1 Shot, Mood - DPR IAN

Sanzu felt like shit, he really did. He didn’t want to feel like this but it was one of those days where the depressive lows came before the manic highs and he couldn’t deal. He needed you but you were at home while Mikey had sent him and the Haitanis to Seoul to sort out an issue with one of their connects. It’s been two months since he’s held you, touched you, kissed you and fuck he knows it’s wrong but he couldn’t help how dependent he’d gotten to you.

When Sanzu had first come clean about his bipolar 1 disorder, he was surprised that you weren’t appalled by it. Sure he never really made much of an effort at relationships before you but the ones he did want to try with had all bolted when they found out why he’d pop pills so often. The pills had made him feel like shit but they had helped regulate his moods and kept his manic side at bay. You didn’t bolt and run for the hills like he’d expected, just grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back down on the bed stuffing his face in your chest and reassuring him that you were there and you weren’t going to leave.

He’d been stuck in his hotel room for the past two days , barely touched the food Rindou had sent to his room. Doesn’t remember the last time he showered or shaved since he started dipping. Sanzu knows he shouldn’t be mixing alcohol with his meds but it’s all he can do to numb what’s he’s feeling.

The sound of his room door opening goes unnoticed and that’s how you find him, shirtless on a loveseat with a half finished glass of whiskey between his fingers. He has his eyes locked on the view of the city provided by the ceiling to floor windows.

You don’t make your presence know, not sure if he’s actually noticed that you’re here or if he’s lost in his head. You clean up around the room, change the sheets on his bed and run a bath using the lavender bath bomb from the set on the bathroom sink. Easing your way back into the bedroom, you move in front of him taking the unfinished whiskey from his hand and resting it on the table besides him. The look in his eyes is enough to let you know that he’s not really present in his mind.

Cupping his cheeks in your hands you press your lips to his. It takes a few minutes of continuous pecks to his lips before you feel him reciprocating,feel him coming out from the depths of his mind.

“Princess?”

“Hi,baby.” You smile at him as he takes time to process that you’re really in front of him-that he hadn’t imagined you walking through the door of his hotel room.

“What’re you doing here?”

“It’s nice to see you too, Haru.” You tease, raising up and pulling him with you as he lets you lead him towards the bathroom.

“Rin called, said you’d been a mood lately but he couldn’t quite figure it out. I didn’t really dwell on it cause I know you but, then you stopped calling, stopped texting or returning any of mine…that’s when I noticed. Ran called as I was booking my flight and said that he’d already handled everything, just get my ass on the flight and here I am.”

You smile as you help him out of his clothes and push him in the direction of the filled tub. As he settles in the warm water, you unclasp one of the grabber clips holding your hair up and use it to hold the longer strands of his hair up.

“ ‘m sorry. It just hit me outta nowhere and I knew you had that big work project going on…I didn’t want to bother you with my issues.”

You don’t give him an immediate answer, instead opting to slip out off the outfit you’re wearing and ask him to move back a bit. The tubs big enough for you to settle on his lap and once again cup his face in your hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to apologize for things that are out of your control? Yes, that work project was important but above all you’re the most important person in my life Haru. I’m here for you, as long as you’ll have me.” You state before pressing kisses all over his face until you feel him relax and slump against the tub. His hold on your body is tight, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold you close.

“I love you,” it’s faint, but the with the way he has you pressed against him; you hear him loud and clear.

“…I know that I don’t say it often but I need you to know that I love you and I’m grateful to have you by my side.”

“I love you too, baby. Even if you don’t say it often, I know. It shows in the little things you do for me like making sure my favorite cereal is always in the cupboard despite thinking cereal for breakfast is a crime. Ensuring that I get home safely every day whether it’s doing it yourself or getting one of the boys or your driver to do so. It’s in the way you always put me on the inside of the pavement whenever we go on those little walks.”

You could go on about all the ways in which your boyfriend makes you feel loved and cherished. Haruchiyo might not be some angel but your boyfriend’s extra curricular activities were not your business. What mattered to you was that he was happy and healthy. People do what they have to do to survive and as far as you know, your boyfriend has a corporate office job that requires a lot of late nights and frequent travelling.

By the time you’re both out of the tub, your fingers have begun to prune. He wraps you in one of the big fluffy towels before pulling you back into the room with him. You’re being pulled onto his lap once he’s settled on the bed, lips trailing across your shoulder, up the side of your neck and across your cheek before he pecks your lips. You know it’s nothing sexual, just his need to have you close to feel your warmth against him; to remind himself that despite the darkness and the shit he feels, that you’re there for him. That little bit of light at the end of the tunnel whenever he’s to lost in his own head to get out alone.

“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger, y’know.” It’s soft the way he says it that you almost miss it as he fiddles with your ring finger. “Might not be today or tomorrow but I’m gonna make you my wife.” he continues, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand as your other hand plays with his hair.

Not much needed to be said in moments like this and he would never admit that he enjoys how much you listen to him rant. You’re always attentive and aware of his wants and needs that words aren’t always a necessity between you both, You don’t say much the rest of the night, just little inserts where you deem necessary until you feel him yawn against your exposed chest. You knew he never slept when his moods shifted and that he’d been out for a few hours before he woke you up for other activities.

“Get some sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ya promise?” he mumbles trying to push himself further into your chest.

“Promise, I’ll always be here.” a soft kiss to his forehead and you feel him sigh contentedly.

“Forever and Always?”

“Always and Forever,Haru.”

#bonten scenarios #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #Tokyo Revengers #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu #mikey tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #ran haitani #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers scenarios

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dutifullynuttywitch · 3 months

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Eva watched from the top of the watchtower. The soft morning was almost a blessing, the tireless hours of work behind her. From working patrol to finishing up the foundation for the new greenhouse, it was a tough job. To bask in the few good hours of sunlight was heaven and there was something particularly interesting about the way the sun rose and set - melting into orange and red, before filling the skies with blue. A beginning.

“Happy birthday!”

Eva didn’t have to turn her head around to recognize the person. “Not my birthday, Troy. You know, it was cute at first, but you bringing it up randomly and guessing your way out of this, isn’t”

“No, I am being serious.” Troy reached into his pocket and gave her a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“A while ago, I ran a covert operation with the Raiders to the Tower for meds and everything - we kept it a secret and I came across the records room and found your birth certificate. Your real birth certificate, not the bullshit date the Tower gave you. Hundreds of hundreds of them out there in the room, I saw it all and -- well, now isn’t the time to dwell on something that has happened, it’s a new leaf and -- the birth certificate puts your birthday sometime around now, actually.”

“This -- this is real?” Eva gave the piece of paper a tap. It felt real. It was real. The certificate issued the names of her fathers in bold detail, the place and time of her birth - at approximately 5:30 in the morning, just enough for the night to wither away and the day to break. Signed by a nurse in the hospital she would never see, broken down and reclaimed back by nature many years ago. “Oh my god- this is real.”

“I know you aren’t a huge fan of pomp and circumstance-”

“I could go for some cake, though.” Eva teased.

“That can be arranged.” Troy grinned.

“Leave it to you to literally steal a birthday present for me.” she chuckled. “Thank you - I don’t know what to say.”

“Well you don’t have to.” he responded. “It’s your day, Eva. I don’t think you have to be grateful for your day.”

“No, I have to. But -- for now, I’m just glad you’re here to celebrate it with me. Cake or none, I’m just -- happy.” Eva clutched the piece of paper, almost hugging it with her arms. She gave Troy a quick kiss, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the sun slowly rise up to the horizon.

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Happy birthday Léa! I hope you liked the little drabble I wrote with a half-cooked idea lmao. I hope the year treats you well, my friend! Thank you so much for being so kind, such a positive force in this fandom and I wish all the kindness, all the wonderful things back to you <33

ohh I adore this idea!!! Thank you so much Mads for this thoughtful gift!! 🤩😍🥰

Eva's always had so many questions about her past, her fathers, how her life was before the outbreak. She and Brynn were so young when it all started. I HC that with the trauma from losing their fathers so violently, running from drones and being picked up by strangers to suddenly end up in the cold, sterile, unforgiving intake room of the Tower, Brynn and Eva would completely freeze up at the questions and orders barked by the intake guards. Resulting in fake birthdays based on approximate age as they were quickly sized-up... The Tower scavengers would eventually find the certificates, but why correct dozens of fake birthdays if it didn't change the usefulness of the unimportant workers/clogs in the system?

“Leave it to you to literally steal a birthday present for me.” she chuckled. “Thank you - I don’t know what to say.”

This is so Troy!! I adore that he ran a covert operation with the raiders - I do HC he'd become drinking buddies and eventually good friends with Boots, Knuckles and co. - and stole Eva's birth certificate. And that he kept it a secret until her actual birthday!! And.. and.. right at sunrise, literally around the time she was born 🥹🥰 This is what I love about the guy, all the underrated little gestures to brighten Eva's day. ❤️

I loved everything about this, from the descriptiveness of the sunrise, to the playful banter, the brilliant idea around Eva's birthday... thank you so, so much my friend!!!! I will treasure this drabble 🌼🌺💛

#inlocusmads #wake the dead #troy hassan x eva archer #troy hassan #lovely asks #playchoices

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alivingmel · 7 months

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Hi again, so yeah. . . NOT DOING GREAT, this new med sucks shit so far, having more mouth sores and gut issues than the IV chemo. . . But the effect on my feet is absolutely the worst, it already feels like I'm walking on burning sand and it's barely been four weeks. . . Supposedly the side effects from Xeloda aren't as cumulative as other chemo meds, but I just finished the first cycle and the first week of the second cycle has definitely been worse. :/

I don't understand how I can manage to get through Adriamycin, one of the infamously brutal chemo meds, without experiencing half as many side effects as many people do. . . And then have some oral chemo kick my ass like this??? What the fuck.

I ran out of time covered by MA's medical leave act, and though my union covers short term disability. . . It pays half as much, and the other checks were already 3/4 of my original (meager) paycheck. I am extremely grateful that my health insurance has covered everything related to treatment, but expenses outside of that are killing me right now. I really need to go back to work, but I have to be on my feet all day, doing a lot of physical work that left my feet sore on a GOOD day. There's no way I can go back to working five days a week until I get these side effects under control. :'[

I REALLY don't like to ask for help because I am a creature full of shame and misplaced pride, but my financial situation was already precarious before this started so now I am uhhh. . . Kinda fucked!!! My cousin was kind enough to set a Gofundme (thank god, cuz I don't think I could've willed myself to do one myself) but I'm hesitant to share it around (partly because it unintentionally misgenders me lmao, I'm not out to my family about being nonbinary so it's not like my cousin did it on purpose). I know that's small potatoes but I'm just a nervous wreck about all of this. . .

IDK WHAT TO DO, let me think about it and I'll make a post later this week. . . I'd like to find a way people can donate and I can send them something in return. . . Thank you for your continued support, patience, and well wishes, it means a lot to me. 💖

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dude-boi · 1 year

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In My Nightmares.

Summary: A “bonding” camping trip between the Pogues causes something to change between you and you sworn archnemesis, JJ.

WC: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Smut, smut, smut, language, arguments, underage drinking and smoking.

(Not proofread sorry)

JJ Maybank was a dick. an asshole, a douche, if you may. For whatever reason, the moment you both laid eyes on each other, it was war. Snide comments, blatant insults, and for some reason, weird sexual back talk filled the room whenever you both were 10 feet within each other.

It started the year you met the rest of the Pogues. You were Kiara’s friend from the Kook Academy and she decided to introduce you to her other friends, her family. It wasn’t awkward or anything, you all hit it off really easily, having something in common with all of them. Not JJ though, he was at your throat. He didn’t like the idea of someone else trampling into their group. especially a kook.

“Really? You’re just gonna invite someone random?” He snapped the moment you started getting along with the rest.

“Do we have an issue??” you spat back, glaring at him.

He scoffed, “Yeah, you. You’re the fucking issue.”

From then on, it’s been a cat and mouse game, going back and forth and back and forth. And then when Sarah was added to the group, he didn’t say shit. He wasn’t even angry and that made you upset. Why was he so pissed at you but not Sarah, the literal Kook princess?

Fast forward a couple of years and here you are. Closer with the Pogues than ever, not even considered a kook, you barely even went home, like today. You slept over at the Chateau after a night of drinking and partying, waking up with a killer hangover.

Slugging yourself off the couch, you dragged yourself to the kitchen for a glass of water. The door to John B’s room creaked open as Sarah walked out.

“Hey, morning.” She yawned, walking behind you to also grab some water.

“G’morning Sarah,” you smiled, “do you know if we have anymore Advil, my head is murdering me.” You shook your head.

Before Sarah could answer, she was cut off.

“Good, I hope it kills you!” JJ sneered as he walked into the kitchen, propping himself up onto the island. You rolled your eyes, raising your arm to flip him off as you continued searching the cabinets for meds.

“As I was gonna say, JJ used the last of it.” Sarah told you. Great, of course he did.

One by one, all the other Pogues began to wake up and the kitchen became more full with people. Sarah and Kie made pancakes for everyone while you and Pope sat on the couch, coming up for ideas on what to do for the day. John B and JJ waxed the surfboards, clearly wanting to surf.

“I think we should just drive around, you know do something relaxing.” Pope suggested. “Maybe chill on the beach.” He shrugged, leaning back onto the couch.

“Yeah, what about-” you were cut off when Kie yelled out for breakfast.

“Pancakes are done! Y/N could you get JJ and John B I think they’re out back.” You nodded and trotted off to find them,

You opened the door calling out to John B only. “John B pancakes are done, come eat before they go cold!” You ignored JJ as he turned his head to you, lifting an eyebrow while clearly waiting for you to acknowledge him too.

He very loudly cleared his throat, “Ahem.”

“Oh and for you JJ,” you paused for a moment, sarcastically thinking, “you can eat my ass.”

“The fuck??” He protested loudly as you snorted and ran back inside. You sat down at the table, eating away and passing the syrup around the table. JJ marched in and scanned the table.

“Your pancakes look good Y/N.” he smiled innocently.

Your stomach fluttered a bit at his smile. “They’re the same fucking pancakes as all the other ones.” You continued eating.

“Mind if I have a bite?” before you could deny and say no, he grabbed your whole plate and held it above you while his other hand was used to hold you down from tried to get it again. “Stop it! Give it back asshole-”

“Kiss me for it.” He shrugged, a shit eating grin sprawling across his face.

The whole table went silent. This wasn’t the first time either of you said something like this. But it still made everyone uncomfortable, considering you both despise each other.

“Bleh. Keep it, I don’t want whatever STD you contracted from sleeping around with half the island.” You sat back down, giving up on fighting him for those cakes.

He snorts, eating from your plate.

“Um okay can you guys just admit you want to get into each other’s pants??” Kie blurted out with a disgusted look on her face.

You laughed loudly, pissing JJ off a little. “Me? Want to sleep with him?” You pointed at JJ. “I think I’d rather let Rafe oil me up and top me.”

“That’s gross Y/N.” Both Sarah and John B replied in sync.

“Rafe? That’s really saying something JJ.” Sarah snickered.

The blonde just rolled his eyes.

“I’m choosing to move on from this incredibly unsettling conversation. But I have an idea guys.” Kie proposed. “Let’s go camping! You know, like a little family bonding thing. Maybe JJ and Y/N will learn to love each other a little more when they share a tent.”

“What a great idea Kie!” Pope agreed in a very obvious way, it’s clear they both planned this out.

Both your head and JJ’s shook no.

“Absolutely not.” JJ refused.

“I agree with JJ, for the first time, like ever.”

“Well suck it up Buttercup ‘cause we’re going camping!” Pope grinned.

“Pope don’t like, ever say that again.” John B cringed a bit and everyone else chuckled a bit.

You groaned, going home to pack a bag. Pope gave you a ride in the Twinkie while everyone else prepared for the trip. A ball of thunder started churning in your stomach though, you did not look forward to going home and seeing your parents, and then have them scold your ear off while you decide to disappear again. It was a routine.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Pope asked softly, noticing your worry.

You shook your head no. “I gotta do this by myself.”

You sighed, climbing up the stairs to the back porch of your nice house. You tip-toed comically, trying to make the least sound possible as it was your intention to get your clothes and dip.

“Y/N.” Shit. It was your mom.

“Hi mom-”

“What the hell were you thinking disappearing like that? Are you crazy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” She bombarded you with a series of rhetorical questions.

“I don’t really know if I’m supposed to answer all four hundred of your questions.” You replied snidely.

“Don’t act stupid. You’re better than. We expect better from you. Now take your ass upstairs you’re grounded for disappearing like that. One week.” Your dad chimed in.

“A week? Are you serious? I’m just here to grab clothes- we’re going camping for a few days c’mon-” You dropped your bag and threw your hands up in the air.

“2 weeks. These people are not your friends they're a bad influence.” Your dad crossed his arms.

“Of course they’re my friends they’re my family- no you can’t do this.” You picked your bag up and scrambled around for your things, shoving your clothes and other stuff in your bag. “You can’t stop me from going.”

“Your family? Y/N we’re right here!”

The argument was loud, a loud screaming match between you and your parents. It was a losing battle because by the end of all of them, you gave up on fighting and left in silence.

“Y/N do not step foot out of this house!” Your mother yelled as you slammed the door shut, a sigh of relief and anxiety leaving you. You got into the truck, slamming the door.

“You heard all of that didn’t you.”

“I think you won that argument, I think.” He shrugged in attempt to make you feel better. He rubbed your back sympathetically.

You snorted, “Just drive Pope.” He always made you feel better.

He drove you back to The Chateau to pick up the rest of the crew. Pope honked the horn to call the rest out. They all walked to the car, buried in their own conversations as John B booted you out of the passenger seat while he held two six-packs.

“Could you move to the back, pretty pleaseeee Y/N,” John B pleaded with puppy dog eyes. You nodded and got down, “You’re the best.”

You climbed into the back with Sarah and Kie and settled in, joining their conversation. Engulfed in the topic, you didn’t notice JJ walk up to the door, he threw his bag at you.

“Ouch- fucking dick! God go make someone else hate their life,” you groaned, rubbing the spot on your head where the backpack hit you.

“Someone woke up with a dick in their ass. I wonder who’s!” JJ laughed

“Definitely not yours.” You moved away from him, leaning near Sarah. The blonde rolled his eyes.

You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. You were tired, exhausted even from all that arguing with your parents.

“You alright Y/N??” Sarah nudged you slightly.

“Yeah, I’m tired. You know what I really need right now?” sighing, you sat up a bit.

“An orgasm?” Kiara joked, winking at you.

His blue eyes caught yours for a moment before you looked away. “Kinda, but I really need a joint.” You brought your two fingers up to your lips, smoking an invisible blunt.

“Lucky for you Y/N, I brought some~ its in the glovebox.” Kie wiggled her shoulders and responded in a singing tone. They all laughed and made jokes and continued their conversation, you couldn’t help but glance over at JJ once in a while. His arms were crossed and his hair swirled around. The open window shined sunlight straight onto his beautiful- no. You shook your head and shoo-ed the ‘bad’ thoughts out.

A long car ride of explicit thoughts later, you guys finally came to the camp site. It was in the middle of the woods with a clearing and an area with a bonfire, and only 2 other campsites in view, one was empty and the other had a singular tent. You all got out of the car, the boys unloaded the tent while the girls grabbed the bags and stuff out of the car.

“Bonfire tonight?” John B suggested and murmurs of agreement came about.

“I’m gonna set up the tents.” You decided to help and grabbed the tents out of the trunk.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” JJ taunted in an obnoxious baby voice. “Need some help from an actually capable being?” He followed you, bringing in another tent.

“Why do you take the time to bother me? Do you love me that bad?” He scoffed. “If I throw a stick would you leave-” before you could add a snarky noise to your sentence, he dropped whatever he was holding and pushed you. Not too hard as to not make you fall, but hard enough to piss you off. You dropped your shit and pushed him back.

“Dick!”

“Cunt-”

Insults were thrown back and forth and you both shoved each other, your hands occasionally throwing in petty smacks and hits at his chest and arms.

“Hey hey-!” The rest of the group ran over to you guys, pulling you apart and standing between you two.

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Pope threw his arms up. “We seriously couldn’t do one thing without you guys trying to kill each other?”

They all started scolding you as you glared over at him.

“If I have to be anywhere near him tonight I think I’ll actually leave.” You crossed your arms and turned your head away from him.

“Good! No one wants you here anyway-” Sarah and Kie verbally winced and told him to shut up while Pope and John B cringed. “Go back to your mansion on Figure 8 and cry about your great life to someone else.” JJ scoffed, a quiet kook escaping his lips. You seriously couldn’t believe him. He was going to use your status against you even after everything. Even after you cared them like they were your own. You thought they didn’t care about shit like that anymore.

You stormed on back to the Twinkie, opening the glove box and grabbing the pre-rolled joints Kiara brought. God bless her soul. Climbing into the back, you pulled out your lighter and lit it up. This was all you needed, a break away from everything. Away from JJ, from your parents, from everything else burning in this world.

Half an hour went by and the sun went down. None of the others bothered you as they figured you needed some time on your own. JJ was probably doing the same thing. You decided you would refuse to leave the van if JJ was there.

The door slid open, it was Sarah.

“Hey,” she whispered as she climbed in next to you.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I ruined anything or something I just-”

She cut you off. “No don’t worry about it. Are you okay?” She leaned against your shoulder.

“I guess. I just wish he liked me more. He doesn’t have to adore me I just want to be near him and not have him hate me.” You began ranting, not realizing you were rambling on and on. “Like I don’t think he understands how much I like him and it pisses me off because I hate him for hating me and I don’t know-”

“Wait pause. So you do like him-” Her face lit up as she gave you an ‘I told you so’ look.

“Wait what- no I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You like JJ!” You knew there was nothing you could do to stop her.

“Sarah hush-” You put your hand over her mouth, a feeble attempt to shut her up.

She pried your hand away. “I fucking knew it- WE fucking knew it. Now come on everyone else is waiting for you.” She nodded towards the window, where orange light lit up the sky and smoke trailed up. They started the bonfire and Kie was waiting for you, sipping on a beer.

You both walked towards the fire and you both sat on each side of Kie. She tossed you a can. “Look who showed up.” She grinned at you.

“Where’s Pope and John B?” You looked around, it was just the three of you.

They both looked at each other for a moment and hesitated. “Getting more wood for the fire..” Kiara shrugged. You didn’t think much of it while you three found yourselves in some other conversation about the best movie genres. So invested that you didn’t notice the boys come back, but not with firewood, with JJ. They didn’t tell you because they didn’t want you to have a fit.

They sat down across from you guys, the fire being a border. Sarah got up and moved closer to John B and you looked up.

“Hell no.” You stood up, tossing your can to the side.

“No no no please Y/N, JJ please. Can we please leave this to the side for one fucking night? Please?” Pope pleaded as the others agreed.

JJ scoffed, almost offended he has to put up with this. You sighed, sitting back down for the sake of your friends. John B tossed you another joint in attempt to calm you down, and it some what worked. You seemed to actually enjoy your night, besides the occasional glances you and JJ caught through the fire. His eyes seemed to pierced right through the fire, through you. As much as you want to deny it, as much as you fucking hate him, you wanted him so bad. Something about him just turns you on when his mouth is not always moving.

Every now and then JJ made some remarks towards you but you were too high to care.

Time flew while you guys talked about memories life and money, and soon it was way past midnight.

“I’m gonna pass out pretty soon sooo I’m hitting the tents.” Pope got up and Kie followed behind him, they both went into a tent.

“Me too, good night ladies and gentlemen.” John B saluted as he held Sarah’s hand they both giggled their way over to their tent. There was one tent left, one with yours and JJ’s name on it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” JJ yelled out. “Yeah ok fuck you guys!”

“JJ please don’t give me shit right now I don’t have the strength-”

“I’m sleeping in The Twinkie.” He blatantly said as he scoffed and brushed past you, slightly bumping into you on purpose.

“Fine by me.” Muttering, you slugged over to the last tent.

Snuggling into a blanket, you laid your head down, hyperaware of every single noise around you.

The woods was never really your thing. The thought of getting mauled by a bear or attacked by some creep really did it to you. And when you heard branches breaking around you 30 minutes into your ‘sleep’, that was your last straw, you couldn’t sleep alone.

You shot up and went over to the others’ tents. “Guys please let me in I’m kind of scared.” No one answered. “You’re all assholes.” You whisper-yelled. Your only other choice was The Twinkie. Oh god.

You slowly slid the door open, praying JJ wasn’t awake.

“Fuck!” JJ yelled out. it was pitch black and you heard a gun cocking.

“Oh my fucking god JJ it’s me-! Did- did you seriously bring the gun?”

“You crazy bitch, are you trying to kill me???” You found JJ backed up against the other door with the gun in his hand. He turned on a little lantern and propped it up.

“I’m sorry! I got.. kinda scared and the others aren’t letting me in. I don’t have a choice you think I wanted to sleep here?”

He relaxed a bit putting the gun away. “Scared of what? There’s nothing even here, pussy.” He rolled his eyes. You shut the door of The Twinkie and leaned against the door opposite of him.

“I don’t know. Creeps JJ.” You scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Y/N I think the only creep here is you. Sneaking into tents and moving up on me like that.” You decided to ignore that comment. If you were going to make it through the night, you needed something to keep you off the edge. You could feel your high wearing off from that life threatening gun situation, so you decided to light another blunt up. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“Don’t you think you’ve ruined my life enough?” you snapped back, taking a hit and blowing it out in the direction of him.

“Whatever, atleast share, greedy.” You passed it to him and he did the same.

There was a silence between you two. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comforting. You both shared glances and stares until you decided to break it. Your thoughts were killing you.

“You’re a dick I really hope you know that.” You blurted out. “I can’t stand you.”

“You love me and you know it. I think you’re just too embarrassed to admit it.

“Fuck you JJ.”

“In your dreams.”

“In my nightmares.”

Silence. You stared at him. Somehow you both were close, close enough you could feel his body heat. Did he always look at you like this? Did you never notice how his eyes lingered over your lips. He grabbed you and pulled you in. Before you could blink, you were pulled onto his lap his lips were against yours and you were sucked into this kiss. It wasn’t slow and it wasn’t meaningless either. There was definitely passion behind it, feeling. Hate or love it didn’t matter, you were in his hands right now, right this moment.

Spit pooled at the corner of your lip as his hands grabbed at anything they could. They started at the back of your head, grasping your hair and moved down to your waist. Part of you wanted to push yourself off of him, tell him no and yell at him for even thinking you wanted to do this, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never wanted to fuck JJ Maybank.

Soft pants escaped your lips as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping and your throat. One of his hands gripped your hair while the other slid up your top, kneading and grabbing. His fingers messed with the hem of your bikini under, but then gave up. He pulled away.

“Take it off.” You nodded quickly pulling of your shirt to reveal the skimpy bikini top. He muttered a quick, ‘shit’. Your stomach fluttered as he kissed you again. He pulled on the strings of your top and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere to the side. His hands grabbed at your tits, squeezing and kneading. Your hands rested on his chest and you couldn’t help but move against him. You rocked your hips back and forth, yearning for some kind of friction.

You never thought you’d get here, dry humping JJ in the back of The Twinkie while the others slept.

You found your groove, rubbing in the perfect place that hit your clit just right.

“If you keep doing that ‘m just gonna cum in my pants.” he breathed out, speaking straight into your mouth.

“Good, wouldn’t that be embarrassing.” You chuckled a little, but JJ grabbed your hair and pulled your head back.

“Don’t fucking play games with me.” he almost growled. You were soaked. The way he spoke to you turned you on so bad.

“Touch me JJ please.” you begged, the humping not being enough. You wanted more, you wanted him to completely ruin you.

He laughed softly, seeing how vulnerable he’s made you. He somehow slid your shorts off, leaving you with your bikini bottoms. He moved his arm between you both, finding your clothed cunt. He pushed them to the side and ran his fingers through the folds.

He chuckled at how wet you already were.

“Stop-” you swatted at his chest, biting your lip. He teasingly avoided your clit, leaving you desperate and whining. Your hips rolled around, searching for his fingers as he moved them away. “Dick-” you cursed, frustrated.

“What was that? You wanted mine?” He teased you, your anger only building. But finally, he brought his finger to your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles. Whimpers fell from your mouth, whimpers that begged him to do more, touch you more, put something inside you. He understood the noised falling from your pretty lips as he stuck two fingers in you, earning a breathy gasp. JJ enjoyed watching your face as you scrunched your brows and the way your chest rose and fell, he took in all of you. He curled them slowly, pumping in and out as he picked up the pace. Moans and mewls filled the car and his fingers hit the spot, making you buck your hips slightly. He kept the pace, fingers pumping in you as he simultaneously rubbed figure 8′s into your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” He cockily coaxed you into your orgasm with a snide grin.

“JJ I’m gonna cum-” you moaned out, but quickly groaned as he pulled his fingers out.

He seemed to enjoy your despair, you almost started crying when he laughed at you for whimpering when he pulled his hands away.

“Don’t worry pretty girl,” He pulled you off of him and you hissed as your ass touched the cold floor of the van. His rough hands pulled down his shorts, his cock springing out. You licked your lips, positioning yourself back onto him. “ready?” You nodded quickly, sinking yourself down onto him. A loud sob fell from you lips and JJ put his hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sound. He slowly bobbed up and down on him, finding your groove. He met you halfway, jerking his hips into you as well. His cock hit the right spot, the spot. The sounds were sinful. Skin slapping against each other, wet squelches and explicit moans and curses filled The Twinkie as the windows fogged up. You kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands grabbed back at your tits. He left purple marks all over your neck and chest, even some on your boobs.

He threw his head back, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick.

“Fuck I can’t-” he breathed, his hands gripping onto your hips for dear life. They bruised.

“Oh my fucking god..” you clutched his shoulders as he moved one hand down to find your clit again.

“Cum with me,” His hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside you. His fingers rubbed at your bud faster and messier as you felt a wave crashing over your entire body. You kissed him while you could feel his warmth inside as he came too, still riding out your high with his finger.

“Fuck.” you panted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to fucking kill me.”

“Maybe just fuck.” He laughed softly as you ran a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his temple.

Somehow, you both ended up falling asleep naked and entangled within each other with a blanket covering the both of you. You were woken up to the sound of Kie yelling. “Holy fucking shit they slept together- Literally!”

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