#loser boy x scary girl

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𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 part three | previous part ౨ৎ oscar x reader

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oscarpiastri

cute cat

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🤔😲

oscarpiastri

not famous

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oscarpiastri

i said cute cat

🙄🙄

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me and my cat 🤓

oscarpiastri

very cute, did you know that ?

yourusername

what?

yeah she is

oscarpiastri

wait no

i meant you?

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🤔

ohmygod.

oscarpiastri

sorry that was odd

yourusername

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thank you

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oscarpiastri

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thank you

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of course

uh

i gotta bounce

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oscarpiastri

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GUYS

HELLO

HELP

xienma 🛐

yeah?

madeline 🤺

are you okay queen 🙏🏼

y/n ⛄️

DULCE

HOTLINE

GUY

xienma 🛐

WHAT HAPPENED

WHAT DID HE DO

y/n ⛄️

he said i was CUTE???????

then i told him i had to BOUNCE?!?!?!??

madeline 🤺

LMFAOOOOO

loser ahh

jkjk

y/n ⛄️

he’s so cute guys

i wanna bite him (affectionately)

xienma 🛐

his fans tho 😭😭

THEY GON GET UUU

y/n ⛄️

me fighting the bad fans

madeline 🤺

i’m just imagining u on those

wag gossip accounts 😭😭

‘oscar piastri spotted with a NORMAL girl named y/n l/n

and we already found her insta 🤫’

y/n ⛄️

NO STOP

that’s so SCARY…

xienma 🛐

our baby is gonna be all grown up

becoming a wag for a sport she doesn’t

know about 😔

y/n ⛄️

i don’t even know him like that 🌝

like YEAH, i stalked his insta and

found his old karting pics..

and stalked his twitter

and the mclaren youtube channel

BUT I DONT KNOW HIM

madeline 🤺

it’s giving delusional, obsessed,

crazy, insane ass bitch

xienma 🛐

ily mad but ik you aren’t talking…

u FOUND UR SITUATIONSHIPS HOUSE

ON ZILLOW???

y/n ⛄️

literally….. bro

biggest hater n for WHAT

I aint setting you up with none of his friends 🤓

madeline 🤺

OH NAWUH

PLEASE 😭

y/n ⛄️

don’t talk to me 🙄🙄

i’m going to my bed

and i’m goin to cry

for embarrassing myself

xienma 🛐

go talk to him later

give it like an hour tho

don’t wanna seem obsessed x

y/n ⛄️

ur right ok

bye

im gonna think abt my actions 😞

madeline 🤺

bye queen 👩‍🍳

oscah 🦅

LANDO

LANDO

LANDO

LANDO

HELP

landoh 🥸

bro what do u want

i swear

DONT EVEEEN MENTION HER…..

oscah 🦅

oh uhmm

hahaha 😅 totally wasn’t gonna mention her

landoh 🥸

atp just tell me 🤦

oscah 🦅

THANK YOU

okay so

i called her cute

and i think she freaked out

landoh 🥸

bro u were supposed to act mysterious

🙄🙄 u were supposed to play hard to get!!!

oscah 🦅

lando what

OK BUT DO U THINK I SHOULDNT HAVE CALLED HER CUTE THEN????

landoh 🥸

ok no

how did u say it first of all

oscah 🦅

okay so she sent me like a mirror selfie

landoh 🥸

mirror selfie u say 😏😏

oscah 🦅

🤨🤨

OK but her cat was in it

and i was like “very cute, did you know that?”

landoh 🥸

OK RIZZLERR 😍😍

oscah 🦅

but.

landoh 🥸

but? 🤔

oscah 🦅

SHE THOUGHT I WAS TALKING ABOUT

HER CAT.

landoh 🥸

thats embarrassing

oscah 🦅

yeah but then i told her i was

talking about her and not her cat

then she said I was cute as well 😊

but she left in a rush

landoh 🥸

u are cute babe 😉😉

okay no but

idk she wants u 😂‼️

oscah 🦅

i am stalking her instagram rn

landoh 🥸

again???

i litch saw u stalking it when we were in a meeting with zak 😭

oscah

You’re lying on my name

landoh

no need to be embarrassed 🥸🥸

my boy is all grown up!!!

oscah 🦅

😒😒

landoh 🥸

dont give me attitude

I am literally the reason why you

even know her!! U WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN ON DULCE HOTLINE IF IT WASNT FOR ME

oscah 🦅

okay thanks i guess

🤦🤦

landoh 🥸

pull up hoe

oscah 🦅

I DIDNT DO ANYTHING???

landoh 🥸

DONT talk to me

🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼

oscah 🦅

my honest reaction

okay bye mate

landoh 🥸

bye oscah

don’t embarrass yourself again

oscah 🦅

i wont

hopefully 🤔

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landonorris **** is drooling over these photos

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oscarpiastri

you looked pretty in your post

yourusername

ahhh 🤭

thank you

oscarpiastri

yeah of course :)

sorry that lando was in your likes

yourusername

no it’s fine

it’s just kinda funny 😭

oscarpiastri

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like could be us if you gave me your number…

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the garfield to my arlene 🙈

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my number is ***-***-***

oscarpiastri

okay 😊

y/n ⛄️

CODE RED!!

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER.

xienma 🛐

you gave it to him

RIGHT????

y/n ⛄️

duh 🙄

madeline 🤺

omg 😱😱

the number … big steps

y/n ⛄️

ik im FREAKING out

xienma 🛐

who does this lil boy think he is 🙄

stealing my gf 😭😪

y/n ⛄️

dw bae, i’m 4ever urs

madeline 🤺

why was his homeboy in ur likes tho

y/n ⛄️

idk tbh 😭

i think it was an accident

xienma 🛐

stop cause he’s kinda….

madeline 🤺

OKK GIRL……

🌝

xienma 🛐

stfu thats why your ex looked like the blonde

bitch from polar express 💀💀

y/n ⛄️

naw thats foul

now ME PERSONALLY….. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

ok bye HE MESSAGED ME 😊

oscar 😊

heeyoo

sorry i didn’t message you right away 😅

y/n

no that’s fine 😭

soo what are you up to

oscar 😊

nothing much

I’m pretty bored tbh

y/n

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oscar 😊

i suck at 8 ball

y/n

i doubt it

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oscar 😊

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y/n

i’m the goat at 8 ball

oscar 😊

if i win u owe me a kiss

y/n

ig you aren’t getting a kiss??

oscar 😊

🙄🙄

🤷🤷??

y/n

FUCK 😭😭😭

too bad u aren’t in france

oscar 😊

omw to france as we speak 🙄

y/n

🐌🐌 escaping rn

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i just got 13K followers out of nowhere???

oscar 😊

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y/n

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😨😨

oscar 😊

what?

y/n

i got posted on those f1 gossip pages

CAUSE OF UR LITTLE FRIEND 😭😭

oscar 😊

i’m so sorry

uhm I didn’t mean for that to happen

oh my god 😭 I’m really sorry

y/n

oh no, it’s not your fault!!

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f1_gossip NEW WAG? Y/n L/n is a 22-year-old university student. She currently lives in france, according to her posts. Lando commented and liked her post earlier today.

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How does it look? Ah, it’s an improvement

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: You’re determined to find out why everyone thinks König is so scary, afterall he’s just some guy that’s taller than most people right? He’s probably harmless! Well, he’s a little scary, but you still like him anyway.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

AN: Ok, so another gap between updates, but for everyone that's still here, I hope you guys enjoy it, your comments and asks give me life 💕

Part 6 of A Rocky Start - Full Masterlist Here

-☠️-

In the days after your little run in with König at the gym, things had been tense with the guys. So much so that until you could find time for a ‘covert’ date, you’d tried to avoid him like the plague. Of course that meant that he was open to attack from the rest of your team, but you figured, what harm could they really do? Well as it turned out, after finally lifting your self imposed ban, he’d said they’d been on him like bloodhounds.

Apparently there was no limit they would reach to defend your honour, not that it needed defending in the first place (but you couldn’t tell them that). After a mixture of the guys trying to warn him, threaten him, jump out at him, knock his tea off of the counter and throw his food in the bin, they’d made it difficult for König to do much of anything around base. Your mind had buzzed in a near constant state of anxiety, waiting to see what they’d do next.

Luckily for your frayed nerves and König’s safety however, they stopped being as harsh to him as time went on. In only a couple weeks in fact, they’d stopped attempting to jump him and threaten him away from you, and instead took to glaring at him and giving him what you called the ‘school girl treatment’. Sure, bitching about him and saying they couldn’t wait to put Ex Nihilo in the ground once and for all so they could flush out KorTac wasn’t particularly helpful for team morale, but it meant that you didn’t need to worry about your lover getting shanked anymore. 

If you were being honest, you couldn’t help but feel he deserved it a little given it had been his bright idea to rile you up in the first place. That’s what you get for trying to show off in front of Ghost. However that didn’t mean you didn’t still worry for him, far from it. You were practically biting your tongue off whenever König would happen across your path. 

“Didn’t anyone tell you the love of your life aint in your chain of command Soap?”

“Oh shut the fuck up!”

You snorted as Soap shot you a glare. He’d momentarily distracted himself from pinning Ghost only to end up rolled over and under the heavy frame of the Lieutenant - who he’d only just managed to hold down himself. His body landed on the ground with a thundering crash, and at the very same time he let out a small ‘oof’ you held your hands at your mouth and tried to hold back on the stream of laughter threatening to burst out. Not that that was any use, you were breaking in no time, squealing like a kid. Served him right for getting cocky. He’d been leaning hard into Ghost, his eyes level and lips caught in a ridiculous smirk. 

“Looks like the next rounds on you again, Johnny boy!” Ghost chuckled, releasing Soap before he snapped something.

“No! No, no, no, I call bullshit on that,” Soap huffed, jumping to his feet like a jack in the box. “The only reason you won was because that little dick couldn’t keep their mouth shut.”

Your fellow sergeant held an accusing finger up at you, his face going pink in anger. Sore loser. You gasped in mock offence then proceeded to shoot him your best puppy eyes and shrugged, perfecting a show of innocence that would make an angel weep. 

“Me?”

“Yes you! Love of your life’s not in your chain of command’,” he echoed, pitching your words up like a little girl. “Fuck off!”

“I don’t sound like that,” you sniggered, watching as his face got redder. “Don’t be a sore loser Soap.”

Soap hit the mat just shy of his thigh, pounding it as if it were a way to wage revenge, working himself up as you and Ghost continued to laugh like hyenas. 

Ghost eventually joined your side, he picked up the water bottle he’d abandoned by his workout gear and took a long gulp, huffing as he lowered the bottle back down. Ghost’s breathing was laboured and you could smell the sharp stench of sweat coming off of him in waves, apparently even with your intervention, that hadn’t been an easy victory. You knew that well enough yourself, you were only barely able to beat him sometimes, he’d earned his nickname just as much as you’d merited yours. 

“I almost had the bastard this time!” Soap huffed, slumping. “If it hadn’t a’ been for you.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better I’ll pay for it,” you offered, rising to your feet. “Given you both go get a shower, you guys fuckin’ stink.”

Soap smirked at that, his eyes regaining their lost spark as if he’d been given a jumpstart. You didn’t care for it. 

“Really? I don’t think I smell too bad,” Soap said, his voice taking on an edge again. “C’mere, let me make you really pay for it!”

“Wait, what are you- ew! No! Get away from me!” 

You squealed as Soap made a dash for you and hopped out the way from his grabbing arms, jumping away like a scared cricket. Unfortunately he was blocking the exit, forcing you into the corner of the room, keeping you on the edge of your toes while he held his arms up, torturing you with the threat of a hug. It took everything in you to keep track of where the mats were and not to slip on the shiny wooden floors, squeaking with every step you took as you frantically traversed the hall. 

“It’s just like you said Sneaky, can’t fraternise outside my rank. Guess that just leaves you!” He laughed, making another unsuccessful lunge at you. 

“I’m sure Gaz…is around here somewhere,” you said, breathing hard as you continued to duck and dive from him.

Despite Mactavish’s best efforts, you still managed to elude him. When he leapt for you, you strafed away and even when he’d successfully grab your arm, you’d break his hold before he could wrap you in his stinking death grip. 

You were so close to the exit now. You’d danced your way there, too busy walking backwards and throwing Soap off of your intentions that you were taken unawares when you backed into something solid where an empty doorway should’ve been. It was only when two familiar big hands drew round your frame to steady you, that you realised exactly who you’d bumped into. 

“Careful Sergeant,” König said, his voice surely thick with a grin. “I see training in the 141 is as rigorous as ever.”

You sigh, taking a cautious look over at Ghost who has his eyes locked on the offensive figure behind you. Even as Ghost stood there smelling like week old laundry he’d acted as if König had dragged putrid roadkill into the room and asked him to take a bite. 

“You wanna test how good our training is, König?” Soap barked, puffing his chest out like a cartoon gorilla.

You rolled your eyes.

“No thank you, I’m afraid I’d get terribly bored.”

“Funny,” Ghost said plainly, tilting his head. “Maybe we could find out how interesting you find us once you let go of Sneak. Could make sure those dirty mitts don’t linger too long again.”

You could feel his fingers dig into your skin, and with just a cursory glance up to the slits in König’s mask, you knew he hadn’t been meaning to clutch onto you for so long. Though, even in your haste to be subtle you didn’t miss the wink he gave you when he let you go, or the way his fingers brushed against you like falling silk. Clearly someone had been missing you. Probably as much as you’d missed him. 

“Apologies,” he’d said, not able to resist whispering after, “lucky for him he doesn’t know where these ‘mitts’ were last weekend.”

You choked on your next breath and turned so that your back was to the others before they could see your haunted expression. König was becoming a master of landing you in the shit. Even as you tried to glare at him, your paranoid mind wondered if they could see your body buzzing with worry. 

“Why are you here, König?” you asked, voice shaking with a hundred different emotions.

Even under the darkness of his full hood, König’s eyes sparkled with mischief and you didn’t miss the playful raise of his brows. He was continuing to wage war on you, even when you giving him the ‘stop fucking with me’ look. He was going to hear about that later. 

“Curiously enough, Price sent me. He wanted me to tell you to come to his office.”

Everyone’s breaths were collectively stolen from the room. 

“Price? Price asked you to talk to Sneak for him?” Soap said dubiously, first to ask before anyone else could.

You were too busy wondering if he’d figured something out. 

“Funny isn’t it?” König said, his gaze squarely fixed on you. “He was in a rush to sort something and unfortunately for him, I was the only one around. I think you’re being sent off on a mission.”

You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped in disappointment. If you were going away with Price then it was anyone’s guess how long you’d be away for. Last time he’d spirited away with Gaz he’d disappeared for days, and come back afterwards sagging like a melted ice cream. Whatever you’d be doing, it’d likely tire you out just as much and even if you were to come back through the weekend you’d likely be beat just the same. With that in mind, you knew it was unlikely you’d get to carry out your fun weekend plans with König. That meant it’d be a whole week’s wait until you got to meet with him again. 

Fuck.

“Oh…thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course. Can’t ignore an order from the Captain.”

The ‘unfortunately’ didn’t have to be said, it hung in the air between you two like black clouds of smoke. It took everything in you to ignore him from then on, turning instead to your things and stuffing them into your pockets. Your ears burned as they traced his footsteps fading from the doorway, and your chest grew heavy knowing you’d be missing him like hell until you could see him again. 

“Fancy that, Price going against his own orders,” Ghost said, folding his bulging arms over his chest. 

Always looking for a fight. 

“Fuck, probably didn’t even ask that cunt. The thing probably ate the guy that was actually supposed to come get Sneak,” Soap sniggered, finally emerging from his huff.

Oh yeah, they’d taken to calling König names now as well. They particularly enjoyed comparing him to a horrific bug monster which, even as childish as that was, was a little entertaining to you given you knew how much he hated that particular film when you’d tried to show it to him. He didn’t care for monster flicks. 

“I don’t think he’d lie,” you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Really? I think he’d stab his own mother just to get a giggle,” Ghost snorted.

Clearly you don't know him very well. You laughed even in spite of knowing that what your Lieutenant said wasn’t remotely true, maybe even because you knew how ridiculous it was. They had a lot of fun making him out to be a raging sadist when as far as they were aware he’d done no worse than them on the field. König would stab himself before a hair on his mothers head came to harm, he practically gave half his wage just to make sure she ate well every month. 

“Maybe. Even so, I better go see what Price wants. Must be deadly urgent if he was desperate enough to send König,” you said, heading back toward the exit. 

“True. Sure you don’t want a reassuring hug before you go?” Soap asked, making a move like he’d come bounding up to you.

“Nope! Not even if this is the job I die on,” you called, speed walking down the corridor before he got any bright ideas. 

-☠️-

Just as König had said, you ended up pulled away with Price on reconnaissance. Now, while you’d much rather have been curled up in a hotel room with König and living out your lazy weekend plans, it turned out being away wasn’t all that bad. For one thing, Price was practically his old self with you again and for another it was good to get away from the rest of the 141. 

Constantly having to listen to them verbally disassemble the man that you were secretly in love with was a lot and it took everything not to sit there and defend him sometimes. Even then that would just result in an uproar about how you let people treat you. At that point you’d take Price’s steady quiet presence and occasional rumbles about coffee and football anyday. 

“You seeing anything Sneaky?”

Price’s hushed voice crackled over your comms, the tiny earpiece was flooding with interference from the busy market. Crowds of people swarmed and overflowing stalls that were bursting with goods, with salesmen boasting about their produce and wares like it was the last day on earth to buy anything. The heat beat down on your back and your outfit did little to help with the glaring sun, one of the pitfalls of wearing baggy clothing to conceal weapons. Your scent mingled with the rest of the sweltering bodies that bumped your sides and moved around you, but most of all you scented the rich foods and the old antiques that filled the stalls. Your senses were going wild, overstimulated to the max. 

“Not a fuckin’ thing,” you finally muttered.

You’d been sent out to intercept a meeting between two Ex Nihlio members, according to intel gathered from KorTac earlier in the week they were supposed to meet by one of the spice stalls. It was your job to route them out and figure out if they knew anything about Rousseau’s whereabouts. Only issue was that you were drowning in spice stalls. Both you and Price had taken turns dressing up like tourists with your big nikon cameras and neon bags and were playing a game of spot the terrorist cell with only a prayer that you hadn’t already missed them. 

Price was taking his turn up on the roof, nestled conveniently in a skillion like a bird of prey about to strike, watching and waiting with his binoculars up and gun at the ready. You felt safe knowing he was with you, his mumbled words of reassurance kept you sane as you traversed the labyrinthian pathways over and over and had to pretend to take an interest in various trinkets. 

However, you’d been on the streets for a couple hours now, you knew that soon enough you’d have to swap again and it’d be your turn to play sniper on the roof. That was - If your aching feet were anything to go by. You sighed and took a look around, deciding to do one last sweep around the stalls before you joined Price and relieved him of his position. 

“Hold on Sneak, turn around - don’t be obvious,” Price said, voice coming in low and grizzled from disuse. 

You froze in your spot and swallowed, committing yourself to your new task, taking a moment to look through your pockets before palming a warm penny. With a fake gasp, you sent it rolling behind you and leaned down, walking a few paces so that you could retrieve the penny off the ground while looking around for the source of Price’s interruption. When you looked up to the row of stalls across from you, you saw what he’d tipped you off on.

“Try to get in close.”

Situated next to an array of autumn coloured spice piles, were two men wearing dark shirts and trousers, talking hushedly to one another. While you couldn’t be absolutely sure that they were Ex Nihlio, you knew that it didn’t look like they were there to shop. You glanced away from them for a moment and set your sights on a curio stall next to them, stepping almost silently over the gritty path until you reached your target.

Their voices were low, coming in softer than a light breeze, but still you managed to catch a little of what they were saying and you knew the receiver would too. You tilted your head toward them, trying to give Price the best chance of hearing them too; all while you picked up a tiny bird figure barely bigger than one of your digits and held it to your eyes. You softly ran your fingers over the wood like you might bring it to life somehow and turned it this way and that, inspecting it carefully - it was important to make your fascination with the object look convincing. 

“Your orders are clear, you are not allowed to move forward.”

“But we have everything in place, we’re ready! I don’t understand.”

The men were tense, their voices strained as they endeavoured to stay quiet. 

“We have to be more reserved now. Ever since…he was taken and the tourists were found, things have been different. Plan’s changed.”

“What! because his-”

“Quiet! Not another word. This visit in itself was a courtesy only extended to you, we’ve had to stop everything we had planned, things have changed.”

“I don’t accept that. We have to keep the momentum going or we won’t be taken seriously.” 

You breathed out quietly, watching as the stall owner started approaching you and you let a smile melt onto your face, trying to keep up the dumb tourist charade. The woman looked keen as she approached, face reminiscent of a fox’s with her eager golden eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips were curved into a grin and she hunched over the counter tactically surveying her eyes over your form. She was probably anticipating someone stupid, someone that could be easily fleeced. 

“It’s a nice statue isn’t it? Are you interested in buying?”

“Uh, yeah I think so, it’s really cute,” you said with a short unsure laugh, trying to keep your voice low enough for Price to hear over. “How much is it though?”

Regrettably for her you weren’t going to be the easy mark that she’d assessed you as. Nevertheless, you still hoped to god she wasn’t going to ask for too much. You’d figured before setting out that you needed to buy some stuff so that you could blend in, but you hadn’t brought an awful lot and you’d already gotten some pastries and drink with the paltry change. Plus the little swallow, for all its tiny size, was very detailed, it’s little carved tail and wing feathers and dark wood would surely drive the cost up. Then there was also the fact that there was no way you’d be able to just accept the given price, you’d have to negotiate so that you had a reason for sticking around. 

While you desperately strained to try and hear the argument ensuing between the two men next to you, you weakly haggled with the woman giving her numbers that her lips upturned like a direly unamused theatre mask. Eventually though you both reached an agreement and the little figure was yours, but now you had to work out your next move. 

“‘We are from nothing, and we will fight each day until they can never reduce our names to the dirt again’- remember when that was our calling? Remember when we committed to a cause that day, does that mean nothing to you? We must act now!”

“It must mean nothing to you, if you are willing to risk everything just for a moment of glory.”

You didn’t have to struggle to blend in much longer. 

A loud shot rang out above the swathes of people around you and suddenly the entire market descended into chaos and terror, people ran and screamed and hid; fleeing like pigeons. You looked over to where the two men had been and saw only one now as he rushed away into the crowd while the other lay dead and bloody on the ground. The man’s pupils were tiny pin pricks staring emptily into the glaring sun, all life torn from the deserted vessel of his body. He’d gone back to nothing after all. 

“Price, I'm going after him.”

You tore your eyes from the dead man and chased after his killer, trying desperately to catch up as he faded into the crowds. You weaved and ducked, trying to remain discreet even still as you traced his path and took advantage of the wake he left in the crowd. He was like a speedboat tearing through choppy seas, disgruntled people were pushed to the side and made to move as he bulldozed through and gave you plenty of opportunity to follow. 

“You need to stop, Sneak. We don’t know if he has friends hiding around the area! Do you hear me? Stop! Sneak, how copy?”

Price was too late. You’d collided with the man already, strategically shoving him into an alleyway and underneath your body. You both breathed hard, groaning as your knees and his back made contact with the hard ground, but neither of you could afford to feel it for long. He fought his way up, reaching for a knife he’d stowed in a thigh pocket and attempted to plunge it into you before you disarmed him, smashing his wrist against the wall and pounding it with your other. 

“I got him pinned down, we’re in the alley a few streets up, he’s fighting back pretty hard,” you growled, thoroughly out of breath from trying to subdue the squirming screaming man. 

“That’s not what I ordered!”

“Well what are my orders now?” you asked, gritting your teeth as you punched the man, narrowly missing being hit first. 

Price didn’t speak for a beat, the silence was tense as you fought to subdue your target, filled with your gasping breaths and struggling bodies scraping against the grit like sandpaper. You could practically feel the steam that was pouring from Price’s ears coming in through the earpiece, sweat was pooling all over your body, exertion and heat were kicking in. After a moment, your captain finally responded through gritted teeth, his voice crackling all the more as you realised that he was on the move. 

“Coming to you now. Hold him there.”

Easier said than done. You felt like a bull rider as you bucked around on top of the stranger trying to subdue his movements with as little force as possible. While it was important to make sure he was kept down and kept quiet, you couldn’t do too much damage or it was worthless even stopping him in the first place. Clearly this man was in contact with Rousseau or at least someone very close to him, so it was of the utmost importance that you brought him in lucid and ready to spill. Or rather spill after some convincing, the look in his eye was that of a man that wouldn’t give you any satisfaction for nothing. 

His teeth were bared at you like an animal, one of them metallic and glinting in the sliver of light that emerged through the darkness. His eyes were wild like a feral lion. There was something about his face that terrified you in that moment, the sheer determination to kill you, the will of a man with conviction in his cause to tear you down. You had the upper hand though, finally you’d been able to reach the pistol you’d secreted away at your side and pulled it on him, holding it against him with a soundless ultimatum. 

“Get the fuck off me! I’ll have your eyes for this, fucking scum!”

The man ranted and screamed, but even still you weren’t deterred from your task. You kept him pinned down with the gun snug at his temple, praying that Price would be there soon. Luck wasn’t on your side that day though, rarely ever was, suddenly you were sailing onto your back. Stars filled your vision, light melting as the sky faded far away. It was somewhat reminiscent of what you’d seen happen days before, Ghost on top of Soap after his failed victory, Soap stuck to the ground like a monkey under a tigers paw. 

“Are you alright?” a voice asked.

Someone that you didn’t recognise, an accent you couldn’t place. 

“I’ll be fine! Finish them off and let’s go,” your target responded.

You winced, expecting that to be your final moment, the last thing you ever heard was a dismissal of your efforts. Through the murky darkness two eyes flashed through your head, two crystalline pools that opened like planets in the empty space of your mind. In your mind, König looked back on you smiling, his watchful gaze always reminding you of an angel while he loomed over you, bare chested and warm just like he’d been at the hotel.

Had that been your last though you would’ve died happy, you decided. 

Though you weren’t going to die that day, not yet. Another gunshot blasted through the atmosphere, ricocheting in your ears, but as you were still around to hear it and you weren't lying there in blinding pain - well not any more than you’d felt before the gun fired - you deduced the man had missed. Instead another man’s scream rang out and a flurry of footprints followed, scraping to get away. 

You opened your eyes, finally able to see again, but felt blinding pain replace your stolen vision. It coursed through your skull and rattled through your back, making you hiss as you sat up and stradied yourself on your scraped up hands. Colours and shapes swelled and swirled before your eyes before condensing and becoming clear. Price took form in front of you seconds later, his hands tight on your shoulders as he grabbed you and gave you a look over, running his hand gently over your head as if you were his child. 

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he muttered, eyes narrowing harshly as he realised you were ok. “You had no idea who else was there and wouldn’t you know it - who should show up, but one of his little friends”

“I…I already had him before you said to let him go,” you groaned, blinking furiously as you tried not to let the darkness at the edge of your vision take over.

“Is that right? Well, well done to you and your fucking initiative,” he groaned, “Look at you, you look like you’re going to fall apart. Are you ok, can you see?”

“Feels like it too,” you said, smiling weakly. “I can see, things just got hazy for a second there…Did you send the rest of the team after them?”

Price rolled his eyes, the bags under them looking pinched as he kept looking you over. Another group of soldiers had been kept on standby, ready to swoop in and drive you and whoever you might capture, but it didn’t look like Price was thinking of them then. He was focused on you, kneeling across from you and surveying for any changes. He let go of your shoulders, instead propping you up against an old crate that sat abandoned in the alley. 

“Course I sent them,” he said eventually. “Don’t think they’ll catch up though.”

“Fuck,” you hissed, feeling the full weight of the blow to your head.

“How bad’s the wound?” you asked, wincing as your fingers came away from it with blood. 

“Not bad. Not good either though,” Price deadpanned. “I’ll walk you out of here in a minute. I just want to make sure you’re going to stay awake.”

“Walk? You mean we can’t call an Uber?”

Price didn’t see the funny side of your joke, he shook his head and ran a hand through his beard, taking extra time to scratch as he reached the thicker sides. He was deep in thought, trying to process what had happened, and work out where to go from there. There was a look in his eyes he always got when he was catastrophizing, and you could tell he was in full crisis mode. His steady hands and stiff posture only served to throw off people that didn’t know him well enough. 

“What is it?”

“Two of em’ have seen your face now.”

You had already thought of that. 

“I know,” you said quietly, finally looking away from him. 

Neither of you said anything else for a second. You focused in on the crowd behind you instead, the people that still rushed through the streets trying to avoid a silent threat that had already run far from their paths. Their voices and scampering feet echoed and danced through the alleyway, distracting you from your pain for a moment. Thought still coursed through you in the background, remained swirling through your body like a snake constricting around your brain and back.

“We need to get you out of here and get you to a medic.”

You nodded, you wouldn’t fight him on that. A medic would have pain killers. You tried to rise on your own, gripping the rough wooden crate like a lifeline, but found yourself almost collapsing again until Price rushed to your side and held you up, grunting as he bore your weight. Through the vignette of your fading vision you could see the tight lipped grimace he was giving you and knew you were probably sporting a similar look of your own. 

“Don’t try to move on your own, let me help you,” Price growled.

“You gonna carry me all the way back to car?” you asked sceptically, remembering how far you had to go. 

“Can’t bloody well leave you. We don’t know if that bastard’s got more friends hanging around.”

“You could stick me in another alley and bring the car closer?” you asked, already knowing what his answer would be, 

“Not a chance. C’mon, get moving those feet. That’s an order!”

Stubborn. 

You grit your teeth and felt the pain shoot through your back and curl up in your stomach as you moved. You knew you hadn’t broken anything, but you were still feeling the effects of getting winded and the weeping head wound wasn’t helping matters either. Bile rose in your throat at the thought and even as Price kept his arm slung tightly round you, you felt your feet waver and drag across the ground, felt your mind struggling to keep going as your body began to give up. 

“Talk to me. Don’t give out on me now,” Price demanded, his breaths coming out punchy like wind hitting a sail. 

“Talk about what?” you laughed, wincing with the movement.

“Anything. Keep yourself focused, talk about anything.”

“Ok,” you conceded, thinking for a moment as you were dragged through an empty street. “Why’d you send König to come get me the other day?”

“Really? That’s all you could think of?” Price scoffed.

You were in too much pain to feel any shame or hesitation about pushing. In fact, it was the perfect time to bring up König because there weren’t going to be many other chances for you to leverage a head wound to discuss the subject. It was the perfect thing to direct your energy on and keep you upright. 

“You’re the one that told me I wasn’t to speak to him again,” you said measuredly. “It made me wonder why you’d send him to speak to me.”

“He was the only one around and the General wanted us gone ASAP.”

“You could’ve messaged.”

“I needed to make sure you knew to come right away.”

“Are you saying I’m not reliable?” you grinned, almost tripping on a fallen basket because you were so pleased with yourself.  

You and Price stopped just before your feet could stumble over the fallen produce and rerouted around it, huffing with exertion. Price’s back was sweating just as much as yours and once again you found yourself cursing at the sun, vowing that you would never spend another minute more in the heat if it meant you could be sent to a cold room with a full deck of meds ready at your disposal. 

“If you really want to know, I figured I could trust you now,” Price said, readjusting his grip on you. “After all that's happened.”

“Oh really?”

“Well you wouldn’t want to go near him now after what happened would you?” 

You had to hold back a bout of laughter, disguising it easily with a cough. If only he knew.

“Suppose not,” you answered.

“It’s better that way…associating with a man like that, you’d only end up at the top of someone’s shit list.”

“You think he’s got enemies?” 

“Why else do men like Ghost and König wear masks?” he huffed. “You’d be vulnerable with him, even if he is a one man army. He couldn't protect you if the people he’d pissed off came after you.” 

You pursed your lips and looked toward the end of the street, sighing as you remembered the car wasn’t that far away. The last thing you needed when you were trying not to go wobbly was Price making you doubt König. Instead you faced forward and kept on marching, narrowing your eyes as you fought off the darkness. 

-☠️- 

“Are you absolutely sure that you like wearing that shirt?”

You laughed as König hovered above you, pausing in his assault on your neck so that he could play with the hem at your neckline. His hemline rather. 

“You said you wanted to look after me this week, didn’t you?”

“Well yeah, but not at the expense of my only clothing,” he said, smiling at you with narrowed eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him and kissed him, planting your lips firmly on his so as to silence his protests. All was right in the world again. You’d been dismissed for a week because of your head wound, something about you having suffered from a concussion before so you were being forced to take leave and had decided to spend your time wisely. In other words, telling Price you were going to visit family, when in actuality you were shacked up in an airbnb close to the base so that König could come visit you and stay the night. 

Eventually he broke away from you and shook his head, rolling off the bed and causing an earthquake, causing the springs to groan and for the mattress to shake like jelly beneath you. You watched him as he stood and stretched. His body illuminated by the streetlamps outside the windows, the dull yellow contrasting harshly with the dark blue shadows that snaked over his taut muscles, meeting like intertwined fingers at his ribs.

“Is it because it's the Rammstein one?” you asked, sitting up to admire him easier. “Because I’m taking good care of it.”

He shook his head again and made his way to the door. 

“I know you’re taking good care of it. I just don’t have a lot of shirts to wear,” he explained, disappearing for a moment. 

You huffed and folded your arms, obscuring the blocky logo in the tangle of your intertwined limbs. The guilt trip wasn’t going to work, this was your shirt. You felt like you’d earned it after you’d forgotten home comforts and stayed in a stranger’s house all to be with him. Not that he wasn’t taking fantastic care of you. 

You watched as he came back in with a couple glasses of water and set them down on each of your respective bedside tables and disappeared again so he could grab two bowls, walking in with steam obscuring his face. You unfolded your arms, forgetting all about your upset and took in what he’d brought you. He’d heated some soup for you both and ensured that you were propped up nicely before placing yours in your lap, joining you at your side so that he could eat his. The smell of parmesan and vegetables drifted into the air, forcing your stomach to growl in anticipation. 

“Thank you, König,” you hummed.

The soup was delicious. It was unmistakably from the Italian deli that König knew you liked to frequent as a treat and you’d deduced he must’ve been earlier in the day to pick up a takeaway just for you. Even if he were being a stickler about his clothes, he still remained sweet and ensured you had every little comfort you could want for while you recovered.

Truth was, you hadn’t really felt that bad once you’d been patched up and given a few Codeine. The pain in your head had dulled to a low thud and more than anything it was background noise to the host of other complaints you could make about your battle torn body. Though König wouldn’t hear of it. He demanded that you stay in bed as he fussed around you and cuddled you like a sickly kitten. It was a wonder you were allowed to even roam the apartment by yourself with the way he coddled you, a miracle you weren’t wrapped in cotton wool and shrunk into his pocket for safe keeping. 

“Why is it that you’d want to wear one of my dirty shirts anyway?” König asked, breaking the silence.

You snorted, only just swallowing the spoonful of soup you’d taken and shrugged, a coy smile weaving its way onto your face. 

“It smells like you. Makes me feel safe,” you said finally, only a smidge embarrassed.

“And what do I smell like?”

“I dunno…just like you,” you shrugged. “Manly I guess, and I can smell that stupid cheap citrusy soap you use.”

“Don’t belittle my soap just because you like to buy the best,” he retorted. 

“That’s right, practicality over frivolity…How German,” you said with a sly smile. 

He froze mid spoonful, just about to eat another before he paused and shot you a withering side eye. You’d delighted in finding out another way to tease him, getting to play with him all you wanted while you recovered. 

“You call me German one more time, I’m taking the shirt off your back and leaving you naked to fend for yourself,” he said simply

“Oh c’mon, you’d never do that.”

“I just might,” he smiled, taking his last spoonful and letting the cutlery clatter to the empty bowl. “You know the difference.”

“In fairness you did live there for quite a while until you moved back again.”

“Yeah, and that's an even better reason for me to enjoy being Austrian.”

“Such a mean man, poor Germany!”

You playfully shoved at his thigh with your foot and giggled when he caught it in his hand and threw it back. It sent you both laughing and soon you abandoned your soup bowl onto the table and took your little game to the next level, diving onto him before you were promptly flipped onto your back and pinned under König, resuming your usual position.

“Poor Sneak,” he laughed ominously. “Still hellbent on defending the Germans?”

“If I say yes are you gonna do that thing I hate?”

“Only one way to know for sure.”

You huffed out a breath and weighed up your options, deciding if it was really worth being tickled just to keep teasing him. In the end, you didn’t get to decide, you winced as you felt a firework of pain burst through your head and closed your eyes for a second, bunching them shut like you could forget about it behind the darkness of your closed lids. Suddenly you were grateful you were lying down surrounded by the soft topaz sheets. 

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” König gasped, stroking his thumb over your cheek. 

“I’m alright, it wasn’t anything you did,” you assured after a second, taking in a deep breath. “I think it’s time for me to take my meds actually. Is it after eight thirty?”

König leaned up from you and rooted around for his phone. You prayed you were right. 

“Yeah, Eight forty. If you sit up, I’ll get them out for you.”

You followed through with his request, inching up the covers and seething with every little jarring shake the bed gave you. It felt like your head was going to burst into a confetti cloud with the amount of pressure that was building. You couldn’t wait till the headaches were done with. 

“Here, take these,” König murmured, handing you the pills and your forgotten glass of water.

You threw them back and drank down a big gulp of water, focusing on not choking as you swallowed them as fast as you could. This was one of the worst pains you’d had with it since it’d happened. Stars twinkled at the edge of your vision until slowly, after a little breathing and König stroking your back, you were able to open your eyes and stare back him as he watched you those big doleful eyes of his. 

“I’m alright now, it’s ok,” you smiled, trying to reassure him. 

“Mm, it’s far from ok,” König hissed, staring harshly to his side for a moment. “If I ever get my hands on those who did this to you, they’ll be sorry.”

You widened your eyes a moment as his fury sunk in and both of you stared at each other for a tense minute. You sat hoping your understanding of the situation might be infectious, wishing he’d accept that they’d just gotten the upper hand. What happened wasn’t personal. He shook his head and let the heat escape him, the fire left his eyes and deflated him, leaving him staring down at the bed a moment until you spoke again. 

“I know how I’d feel if it were the other way around,” you sighed, knowing he’d need a little reassurance you weren’t going to run terrified. “But you don’t need to be angry for me. I’m fine, this’ll all be better in a few days, ok?”

He didn’t speak for a second, not until he looked back up at you. 

“Ok.”

“Good. Now, c’mere and give me a hug so I feel better.”

His smile returned, curving back onto his lips like magic. You smiled in turn and watched as he put your meds back in the drawer by your bedside, but frowned when he paused and stared inside. He chucked the foil packet back in its place but reached in and retrieved whatever had caught his attention, bringing it front of you in the palm of his hand.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously. 

You tilted your head and smiled as you realised it was the wooden swallow you’d unpacked from your bag earlier and shrugged. 

“It was the bird I got from the market that day,” you explained. “I found it when I was going through my bag today and chucked it in the drawer.”

He raised his brows and brought the little figure closer to his face, admiring the fine details of it not dissimilarly to the way you’d stared at it in the market. You tilted your head as you watched him and bit your lip, watching the way his eyes took in the little bird with an intense fascination. 

“Why don’t you keep it?” you offered. “And then you let me wear this for the rest of the week.”

You rolled your shoulders, showing that you wanted to keep the shirt. König chuckled, but after pretending to be deep in thought about it, sporting a deep frown and a pursed lip, he eventually nodded. 

“I suppose I could allow that… we can have shared custody. I get the bird one week and then the shirt for the next,” he said, coming to rest by your side with his arm outstretched, making the bird fly in looping patterns in the air. “Deal?”

You laughed to yourself, but nodded, settling into his warm chest with a satisfied sigh. 

“Sounds like a good deal to me.”

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♰ slasher!abby anderson x fem!reader.

thought i’d leave a little something here in the meantime i get my ellie fic finished and i know the slasher trope is so overused but this is based off of a dream i had a few nights ago. a little rushed towards the end but u get it.

content includes: modern!au, descriptions of m*rder, blood, heavy petting, fingering n oral (both r!receiving), abby is mean and scary, lowkey a stalker, ergo a local outcast, but reader is also kind of a loser too. kinda unrealistic ONLY BC IT WAS BASED OFF OF A DREAM I HAD!

nsfw under the cut minors please do not interact.

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faster.

is the word you kept mentally repeating to yourself as you sprinted through the woods, barefoot, cold, and scared. you could hear her heavy footsteps hitting the ground behind you, getting closer. closer. closer.

the beginning was fairly simple. you were reluctantly dragged to a party with a group pf people you barely knew. it was an attempt to “get you to socialize���, they said. but all in all, you ended up sitting alone while the rest of them were laughing, drinking, and enjoying the fresh summer breeze at a cozy, isolated lake house. you should have known better, really. with all of the numerous homicide reports spiking within your county, it was almost inevitable that this would happen.

and it all happened so fast. you’d gone to the bathroom for what seemed like five minutes, before you heard the loud, banshee like screech of one of your friends echoing through the entire house. when you’d so stupidly exited out of the confines of the bathroom, your eyes flew wide open at the sight before you.

a grisly scene of all of your friends grotesquely killed, stab wounds and large gashes littering their bodies. blood was smeared on the walls, the furniture. almost everywhere you looked, you saw nothing but the deep crimson essence adorning the walls.

that’s when you saw her.

a tall, buff, terrifying woman, wearing what seemed to be a bloodied white muscle shirt, and equally bloodied jeans. her long, dirty blonde hair was sprawled along her back and broad shoulders, and she was clutching the shirt collar of a boy you didn’t even know the name of, pulling the axe out of his chest with a loud grunt. as soon as she heard you step down the stairs, she snapped her head back to look at you, axe securely clutched in one large, gloved hand while she dropped the boy to the ground.

you recognized her as abigail anderson. the girl who seemed to be outcasted and feared everywhere she went, almost always for no apparent or good reason. you’d seen her before, bearing that permanent scowl on her face and hanging around the library or in your shared classes, but you’d never once been put off by her. you remember talking to her one day while you were at the library searching for a certain book, and at first, abby was confused as to why someone as kind as you wasn’t afraid of someone like her; maybe, just maybe, you could understand her. see her for who she really was.

ever since then, she had her sights set out on you.

your heart began to beat a million miles per second, and you just… stood there. too paralyzed with fear to do anything as the warm tears prick your eyes.

abby cocks her head, giving you a conniving, almost evil grin as she recognizes you, which you take as her giving you a head start. it felt like forever before you sprinted down the stairs, and out of the backyard door, not even bothering to grab your shoes on the way out. you run towards the treeline, chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps and courses through your body. your feet begin to ache as you step on the jagged rocks and branches, but you knew that was the least of your worries.

abby soon charges after you, breathing hard and heavy as she keeps a steady pace behind you. your cries of terror only spur her on even more, which only makes her run all the more faster, her strong legs never faltering.

you’re quick to run in all kinds of different directions, hoping to god that you would eventually lose track of her. but it was never that way with abby. not at all. she was hot on your trail, careful to mimic each sharp turn you made through the dark forest.

the loud music blaring from the speakers could still be heard even as you ran deeper and deeper into the woods, almost like a taunt. you didn’t dare look behind you, but you’re not quite watching where you’re going, either. you’re much too distracted with how the sound of abby’s footsteps never seem to fall away, and your foot gets caught on a lifted tree root, which makes you collide with the hard forest floor beneath you.

shit. you think to yourself, the wind almost instantly being knocked out of you. it was hard to breathe, and you tried your hardest to get back up, to absolutely no avail. you look up at the sky above you, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out a strained sob. your ears began to ring as you rolled over onto your back, clutching and clawing at your own chest.

abby’s eyes fly open, and she stops in her tracks right in front of you, still clutching the axe within her hand. oh, this was precious, she thought.

you could hear her heavy, muffled breathing, and a loud, terrified scream leaves your throat as you hurriedly back up against a nearby tree. abby chuckles at the sight, and she grabs your arm with a rather excruciating grip, hauling you up against the large tree.

“gotcha.” she spits as she brings her other hand to hold the blade of the axe to your torso, which makes you scream and thrash against her even more violently.

the rancid stench of death soon fills your nostrils as she leans in even closer to you, pressing her nose against your cheek, and she keeps her lips close to your ear. abby then presses the blade deeper into your skin; not hard enough to break the supple barrier, but hard enough to make your consciousness falter.

“shut the fuck up.” she seethes rather harshly, and you unwillingly oblige. you’re visibly trembling beneath her, shaking your head, pleading and begging for her to spare you. your eyes continuously dart between the blood stained blade pressed firmly against your skin and her face, your hands shaky as you try your hardest to push her away from you.

of course, it’s no use. her large frame completely dwarfs yours in shadows, and you let your head fall back against the tree as you keep on sobbing.

“please, don’t… don’t kill me, i won’t tell anyone, abby, i swear, just please don’t fucking kill me.” you beg, the words coming out shaky and weak, which makes abby laugh into your ear. her breath is warm and wet against your skin, and it sends a wave of electricity down your spine.

she then suddenly stops for a moment, still breathing hard against the skin of your neck. you knew her name. the precious girl she’d always been after knew her name. it was the biggest sense of humanity that had ever befallen her, and she soon finds herself questioning what she had been doing all these years.

soon enough, abby snaps out of her confused train of thought, and pulls away to look at you. her cerulean eyes pierce into your own as she mocks your words with an undeniable coldness in her voice. your legs ached and trembled, and they would’ve given out on you had it not been for the sheer adrenaline still pumping through your system.

she moves to grab your face with one of her gloved hands, and she gives you that same, horrifying smile again. her eyes were low and narrowed as she began to speak again, “stupid girl. you really should have known better.” she coos at you, before she pulls the axe away from your stomach, hauling it back above your head before jamming it deep into the bark of tree with a grunt, missing your head by just a hairs breadth. sap begins to bleed around the blade, and it drips down to fall on one of your shoulders, which forces you to face the reality of the situation once more.

you let out a horrified sob as she does this, body still trembling beneath her inhumanly strong grip; but the way that she was breathing, the way that she was grunting as she held you firmly against the tree, and the harsh rasp of her smooth voice… it sent a wave of arousal coursing through you. this woman had just butchered the people you were with, and could very easily lead you down that same path; but as soon as she saw your face flush red as you began to writhe against her, it was almost as if a switch had flipped in her brain.

abby scoffs and shakes her head, hurriedly pulling off one of her gloves with her teeth before spitting it off to the ground. with one large, free hand, she takes both of your wrists, pinning them above your head before she messily shoves the other one down your shorts. your hips begin to buck at her touch as she begins to harshly rub at your clit, and abby’s breath comes out shaky when she feels your pooled up slick coating her fingers. “really? you’re fucking getting off on this?” she asks, and you whine, shaking your head at her proffer. your body, though, has a much different reaction.

you keep on moaning for her, completely going against your best interests. her fingers were thick and long, and you really couldn’t help but chase that senseless feeling of alleviation. she then slowly but surely eases one of her fingers inside your achy hole, and you continue to try and break free from her strong grip, in order to grasp at her shoulders, her hair, anything.

“s’fucking tight. such a needy slut.” abby scolds you, and you bite down hard on your lower lip as she seemingly expertly curls her digit up against your sweet spot. you keep your head firmly planted against the tree behind you. you roll your hips against the palm of her hand, eyes rolling towards the back of your skull as you grind your swollen bead against the calloused part of her hand.

you look up to meet her gaze again, chest fluttering when you see her staring back. abby’s brows were furrowed, and pieces of her hair stuck to her face with sweat. you study the bridge of her freckled nose, and the way that her pretty pink lips curved downwards. your eyes fell to her large, blood stained muscular arms, and her long, murky blonde hair cascading down her strong, broad shoulders. you hurriedly take in each one of her features, and a huge wave of confusion washes over you.

how could anyone have ever been afraid of her?

abby begins to feel the unfamiliar pang of her own stomach beginning to flutter as you continued to gaze at her, and she furrows her brows even more. no one had ever looked at her like that before. “the fuck are you staring at?” she seethes, and she shoves another finger inside of you.

your eyes go wide and your cunt flutters at the sudden intrusion, which draws a loud cry from your lips. your face continues to burn with embarrassment, and abby continues to breathe heavily as she bangs her fingertips up against your g spot. she groans when she feels your warm, gummy walls tightening around her fingers.

“abby… abby, s’too much..” you hiccup, and abby scoffs again, tugging you forward by your wrists. but with each time her name falls from your lips, the feeling bottoms out at her own cunt. “oh, it’s too much? that’s too bad. stop fuckin’… squirming. you should learn to be more grateful.” her voice is hoarse and mean, so mean. but you try your hardest to stop squirming, arching your back off of the tree and standing on your tip toes as abby continues to fuck you.

your eyes fall shut as you feel her leaning into you again, her hair gently falling over your chest as she buries her face within the crook of your neck. she smells of dirt and sweat, and her skin was warm to the touch. abby soon drags her lips along the valley between your jaw and neck, which only heightens your senses. she notices this, taking it upon herself to gently nip at the exposed skin.

you begin to desperately rock your hips against her palm, the inevitable and uncontrollable feel of your orgasm beginning to pool up at the bottom of your stomach. abby clicks her teeth at this, dragging her ministrations to a stop. you whine and let yourself slump back against the tree, still moving your hips around in slow circles all while her fingers are still buried inside of you.

“please… abby, please. i…” you stop yourself before you can say anything else, making sure to keep direct eye contact with her. your chest heaves and you let out a soft whine, and abby’s lips twitch in response. you find your gaze darting from her stare to her lips, and you whine as you begin to rock your hips again. she slowly, almost unknowingly leans in until you’re nose to nose, and she curls her fingers up inside you one last time. a quiet whine leaves your throat, and it’s clear she’s lost in the moment, you both are, completely forgetting about any previous circumstances regarding anything else that’s happened tonight.

“i need you.” your voice is so small, but so clear. just when you’re about to press your lips to hers, she pulls away to look at you for a second, her expression curled up into a hateful, almost disgusted sneer, but once your words register in her brain, it falters a little bit.

no one had ever needed her before; how foolish little abby was.

abby slowly pulls her hand out from your shorts to rest on your hip, and her breath begins to hitch as she suddenly drops to her knees before you. your wrists are now free from her crushing grip, but you don’t dare to move, or run. you were in too deep, and so was abby. you both knew that at this point.

your stomach flutters as she looks up at you, her eyes low and narrowed. abby pulls off her other glove with her hand, before she can move to hastily pull your shorts off of your hips. you let her, moving to entwine a hand in her hair. abby carefully leans in a little closer to your clothed cunt, before she presses her nose into your clothed mound, shutting her eyes and inhaling your musky scent.

she gently nudges your clit with her nose, before she slowly darts her tongue out to lap at your clothed slit, hoisting one of your thighs up over one of her shoulders. you shut your eyes at the feeling, the back of your head hitting the hard bark of the tree for what seems like the millionth time tonight.

you groan, slowly beginning to roll your hips against her face, which makes her bring one large hand up to grope at the fat of your ass. abby lets her eyelids flutter shut as she continues to grunt and lap at your cunt, and she slowly pulls away from you to gently grab at the hem of your panties with her teeth. your eyes are hazy and your body feels weak when you feel her start to pull them down, and you let out a quiet gasp when the cool night air hits your now exposed sex.

abby stares in awe once she sees just how wet you are, pulling your glistening folds apart to watch your slick drip down the insides of your thighs. you look away in embarrassment as she does this, and abby can feel her own mouth beginning to water at the sight before her. she didn’t even know she could have an effect like this on someone.

“fuck… look at that.” she begins, running her fingers over your now budded clit, gently massaging your soft bundle of nerves. she chuckles when she feels your arousal beginning to coat her fingers again, and she moves to spread your legs just a little wider. your hands are instinctively moving to rake themselves through her hair, and you can feel her hot breath panning over your swollen folds, which makes you inch yourself just a little closer to her lips.

abby obliges, licking a long, unhurried stripe from your hole to your clit, which makes you buck your hips against her mouth. you grip her hair a little harder as she moves to gently suck on your clit, only spurring her on even more.

“oh… fuck, that’s so good, abby. so good.” you gasp out into the air, no one else listening but abby and the trees surrounding you. she grunts at your praise, letting that all too unfamiliar feeling of her stomach fluttering consume her whole. she continues to slowly lap at your swollen, achy cunt before slowly moving her hands up your thighs to grab a hold of your hips.

you cry out for her, and for her only. your soft oh my god’s and babbled words of appraisal as she continues to make a mess out of your poor pussy, they’re all for her. abby couldn’t count how many times she’d envisioned this while fucking herself late at night in her bed, and now that she’d finally had you, she’d be sure to never let you go.

you look down to see your chest heaving and abby’s pretty face nestled comfortably in your now soaked thatch of curls, and the sight makes your legs go even weaker. your heart races even faster in your chest as you clutch at her hair, moving one free hand to grope at the fat of your own tit to manage the feeling of her tongue prodding at your entrance.

abby notices how you’ve began to grind your pussy even harder against her tongue, and she slides a free hand down from your hip to find post on your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your slicked entrance. you welcome her touch, still tugging and pulling at her blonde locks, shutting your eyes as she continues to flatten her tongue out against your clit.

abby loves the way you taste; too forgiving and saccharine against her chapped lips. she laps up all of your sweet juices, eating you out like a woman starved. your breath begins to hitch as she starts to suck harshly, all while swirling her warm, wet tongue along the underside of your pussy. abby pulls your hips even further into her face by grabbing at your ass, and she pushes her spit back up against your messy, pulsating cunt.

the feeling is so fucking vulgar, but it feels so fucking good. you’re sure to let her know it, letting out mixes of cries and moans combined together, babbling her name and clawing at her scalp. abby moans up into your cunt each time you harshly yank at her hair, the pain going straight down to her own, neglected pussy. that tight feeling in your abdomen grows stronger and stronger with each time abby sucks and licks, and abby loves how desperate you’re becoming. all because of her.

“shit… i’m gonna cum, abby… gonna cum…” you warn, voice breaking when you say her name. abby doesn’t respond, though. she only slightly picks up her pace, and if it weren’t for her strong grip holding your legs firmly in place, you’re certain your knees would have buckled and given out on you. all it takes is one lick and a single kiss to your clit for you to finally unravel into her mouth, and you violently grip at her hair once more. abby’s breath falls heavy, and she soon plunges her fingers inside of you to fuck you through your orgasm, and a loud, strained cry leaves your throat at the added overstimulation.

“s’fucking pretty.” abby mutters under her breath as you continue to become undone on her fingers, and when you look down to see her face, your own flushes a deep shade of red. her nose and lips are coated in your juices, and they glisten underneath the bright glow of the moon behind the trees. as vulgar as the sight below you is, she looks so beautiful. neither of you say anything, and all you can do is move to cup her face with one of your palms when she finally stands back up. abby flinches at first, but she reluctantly leans into your touch, her breath faltering as the soft skin of your palm comes into contact with her cheek.

the silence is absolutely deafening. her eyes continue to bore holes into your own as she opens her mouth to say something, anything, but she can only exhale. “abby…” you begin, but you’re conveniently interrupted by the loud blare of police sirens heading towards the lake house, and abby sinks her head down, pulling herself away from you completely. “shit…” she mutters as the red and blue lights flash over her face, and she grabs her axe from the tree, quickly scooping her gloves off of the forest floor.

you can feel that familiar sense of panic sinking into your chest once more, and she quickly helps tug your panties and shorts back on. your heart flips at the sudden kind gesture, and before abby can take off running into the darkness of the forest, she presses her lips to your ear again. “meet me at the library next saturday.” is all she says, before she quickly takes off into the darkness behind her, leaving you alone against the tree. her footsteps begin to fade away, and instead of a horrid sense of panic, you’re filled with a newfound sense of… relief? you slump back against the tree, knitting your brows as you hear the policemen getting closer to you, the glare from their flashlights nearly blinding you.

abby knew that this wasn’t the last she’d be hearing from you. it was far from it. she could still taste you on her tongue as she ran back to her cabin, the image of your flushed face never leaving her mind.

#abby x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x chubby reader #abby anderson x f!reader #the last of us #abby anderson #lesbian #aconitemercury

[zanarkandskylines]

Im in love with your writing and I was wondering if I could get a scenario with Deku, Bakugo, and Todoroki (if you want to ofc-) with a s/o who gets into a fight with another student about whatever and does that cool but scary angry grin? Take your time! ^^

aw thank you so much! i'm so happy you enjoy it. :) thank you for the suggestion, anon! hope you like it!! ♡

『♡』  fem!reader  x  midoriya / bakugo / todoroki ╰➤ ꒰ how the boys would react to reader getting into a fight ꒱ -`✧ all the boys are aged to 18 & senior year of UA

☆ Izuku Midoriya ☆

Monday morning! Everyone's not so favorite day of the school week. You were still recovering from the previous week - back to back tests stacked on top of physical quirk training. It was exhausting, two days off wasn't enough to fully recover. You're not too proud of how irritable you are this morning, but it's to be expected. You make your way into the building and see Midoriya waiting for you, a can of your favorite energy drink in hand. "Good morning, y/n! I know we were up late all last week, I figured you could use a pick me up this morning," he greets, extending the drink to you. "Aw, thanks Zu, that's so sweet of you," you say cheerfully as you take the drink from him. Someone you didn't recognize scoffs near by, catching your attention as she leans to the person next to her and whispers, "What a desperate loser Midoriya is, chasing after her like a lost puppy." Little did she know you had excellent hearing. You swing your head in her direction, glaring daggers immediately. Stomping over, you stand with fists balled at your side. "You wanna say that again?" you growl, daring her to repeat her mistake. She scowls and take a step closer to get in your face. "Midoriya's a desperate loser chasing after you like a lost -" She's cut short when you shove her into the shoe lockers, thrusting her up against the row with a loud thud. Your lips curl into a snarl, tilting your head sideways. "A lost what?" Midoriya scrambles to your side, a hand on your shoulder to pull you away from the confrontation. “Y/N, it’s not worth it!” He pleads, putting his hands up in defense. “Don’t worry about it! I’m not upset.” “Keep your bitch in check, Midoriya,” the girl’s friend snarks, a cheshire grin spreading across her lips. The energy shifts as you look in Midoriya’s direction, catching a glimpse of the fire behind his emerald irises. He lowers his hands, taking a deep breath while relaxing his shoulders. ”Don’t you dare talk about her like that. Understand?” You’ve never heard his voice sound like that - so…assertive. You loosen your grip on the girls uniform jacket, letting her slip out of your grasp. “Whatever.” The girls leave you and Midoriya while a crowd of others turn their eyes away from the scene. You can’t help the exasperated sigh that escapes you, frustrated at your shitty start to the morning. He takes your arm gently and guides you toward your joint homeroom class. ”Let’s skip studying tonight, we’ll go get crepes instead. My treat!”

☆ Katsuki Bakugo ☆

After classes ended for the day, you and Bakugo decide to do your typical training regimen outside. It was a beautiful spring day - why waste it by staying inside? The two of you make your way to the training grounds, tossing your bags down and stretching in the grass. Another group of students appear and make their way to the other side of the training grounds. It wasn't uncommon to share the grounds, so you don't pay any mind to them. You begin warming up by jogging around the perimeter of the grounds together at a steady pace. By the time you circle back around, you're starting to get hot and unzip your gym uniform jacket, leaving it hang open for the breeze to brush against your skin. You're black sports bra becomes visible and it exposes your midsection, but covers more than the average bathing suit. You wear it all the time and Bakugo isn't bothered by it. He could care less what you wear to work out in as long as you worked hard. "Can I bother you to get this one knot out of my shoulder? I can't seem to shake it," you ask him, rolling your shoulder while wincing. "Think I pulled it during quirk training last week." "Fine, but you gotta be more careful, idiot. Gonna end up shredding your muscles before ya even get to be a pro," Bakugo scolds as he walks over to you. "Where is it?" You point to the spot on your shoulder blade as you discard your jacket, letting it fall to your elbows. He grips your opposite shoulder to hold you in place as he digs his thumb into the spot, roughly rubbing in circles to loosen the knot. He places his palm over the aching muscle after a few minutes and lightly activates his quirk, warming the area to help with the pain. You sigh with relief, the heat helping immediately melt the tension away. A few of the students from the other group approach you two, staring at you with disgust. "Get a damn room, you two. We're trying to focus," the one girl says annoyed, hands on her hips. "And do us all a favor, cover the hell up. No one wants to see you flirt with this jackass." "You really came all the way over here to bitch at me instead of just minding your business?" you argue, pulling your jacket back onto your shoulders. "Sounds like a you problem." She takes a step toward you and pushes you backwards, sending you tumbling into Bakugo. It catches you off guard, but you immediately use the momentum of his hands catching you to reverse the force and knock yourself back into her. She stumbles, attempting to take a swing at you and failing miserably as she falls to the ground. Bakugo barks out a laugh. "If it's a fight yer lookin' for, might wanna think twice." It's hard to ignore the sound of sparks fizzling from his palms, knowing he's definitely pissed she put her hands on you, despite his reaction. "Knock it off! Let's get out of here," her friend huffs, reaching her hand out to help her off the ground. She smacks her hand away, crawling to her feet on her own. "Hope to see you in the sports festival this year!" you call mockingly as they scurry away. "Really hopin' you get paired with her so you can kick her ass."

☆ Shoto Todoroki ☆

"Seriously?" you whine, staring at the empty space on the counter in the cafeteria. A girl nearby you cackles to herself, shooting a dirty look your way. "Should have been faster!" she yells, mocking your disappointment. You furrow your brows at her. This has happened every single day for the last two weeks - she takes your favorite snack (sometimes multiples) to purposefully throw it in the trash in front of you. "Why the hell do you have it out for me?!" you ask, frustrated as you shove your tray onto the counter. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, turning her nose up at you. "I'm doing you a favor, y/n. Only winners get what they want." She must have been referring to the sparring match you had last week against Ochaco. It's not your fault your hand to hand combat needs work - that's what school is for. "Fine, let me fight you for it," you say casually. "I'll win it from you." She lets out that stereotypical anime villain laugh. "I'd like to see you try!" And you do. You strut over and smack the tray from her hands, causing it to clatter to the ground. Your eyes are locked on hers, assessing her like a predatory identifying it's prey in the wild. "What the hell's your problem?!" she yells, putting her hands up in a panic. "What? You said try, so here I am." As you're staring her down, Todoroki walks up and casually stands next to you. "Y/N, I saved you a seat," he says nonchalantly. "Come sit with me." You scoff, rolling your eyes at the girl and how pathetic she looks, cowering at your actions that she dared you to do. "Fine." You follow Todoroki back to the table and sit down, pouting about losing your favorite snack for the umpteenth time. "You shouldn't be fighting over food, y/n," he voices quietly. "That's not worth the potential punishment." You sigh. "Yeah, yeah. I know, Sho." He then pulls something out of his bag from the floor, placing it on the table in front of you. "Here. I picked something up for you." Like magic, your favorite snack is presented on the table. Your eyes light up, ecstatic that he saved one just for you. "Aw Sho, this is so nice of you! Thank you!"Little did you know, Todoroki bought the entire tray with Endeavor's credit card, ensuring that you get your favorite snack for the next few days without being bullied over it. "Sure."

i hope this was sufficient & enjoyable!!

#☆.from the stars #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #x reader #bakugo x reader #deku x reader #todoroki x reader #deku x y/n #bakugo x y/n #todoroki x y/n #☆.rei writes

[alottiegoingon]

who's afraid of virginia woolf?

jackie taylor x fem!reader

summary: the one where you and jackie secretly love each other while struggling with your sexuality.

warnings: jackie and reader are best friends, everyone is 21+, alcohol, heavy mentions of r and j dealing with their sexuality, homophobia mentions?, lesbians in denial, angst but fluff and happy ending, not proofread, slightly based on good luck, babe by chappell roan!!

making plans of going to college together became a regular thing when you and jackie entered high school. it was only natural that the two of you shared the typical teenager dream of living with your best friend and being roomates in uni, ditching classes and getting drunk instead of studying for exams.

"hey, don't worry." jackie tried to comfort you when you got a terrible score at your finals in senior year. she was fidgeting with the heart necklace she wore on her neck, gently spinning it around between her fingers.

regardless her impressive and actually sad capacity to pretend to be just a silly popular girl with pretty face and shiny hair, jackie was actually smart. you knew that all that effort to act all clueless and giggly around weird teenage boys in high school was fake. you never saw jackie studying during the weekends but, somehow, she would always get the perfect grade but would be the first one to hide it from boys. everyone knew that being too smart was bad. boys would easily get intimidated and that wasn't good for jackie taylor.

"we are gonna get through this together. i promise. i'll help you." jackie gives you that same old sweet looking smile that always get you freaking out inside while putting on your best show to act casual.

one more thing about jackie taylor; she had your heart in the palm of her hands since you two met. you weren't certain about how your friendship actually started, but you were sure that it was almost instantly.

jackie was actually quite popular by the age of eleven. she had the charisma of those late night show hosts you used to watch on tv with your parents, the prettiest and softest hair ever and a sweet perfume that would ling around for days.

jackie was also a natural leader. if any kid needed to complain about a classmate stealing their favorite glitter pen or their favorite sticker, jackie would be in charge of comforting them and helping them with whatever they needed. it wasn't rare for the teachers to have a talk with her after class to compliment her for being such a role model. everyone loved jackie.

you loved jackie, maybe too much.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that. you had the worst time of your life every single day while having lunch in the cafeteria with jackie and other girls from your class. you felt like ripping your ears off when all they could talk about was boys. they weren't even being discreet about it, you thought at yourself as you watched them stare at a couple of losers that were treated like gods with their weird stiff hair full of gel and a mustache that consisted on a tiny clump of facial hair.

while every girl at your table was so mesmerized by them, dreaming about how their lives would be so perfect if they ever liked them back, you were captivated by someone else; jackie.

you could watch her for hours, even if she was too busy looking at boys. you would think that her hazel eyes were even prettier that day, but that was a daily thing. you loved to hear her voice and to see her big beautiful smile adorning her face when she was excited about something and, with her, you didn't mind hearing about boys.

eventually, you and jackie got to live the dream. sharing a small bedroom with your best friend would sound like heaven to any girl but to you, it could be scary as well.

not only you were going to see her face every second at the day but it would also be hard to hear her constant speech about how you had to be more friendly and outgoing and stop studying so much. in another words, she wanted you to date guys.

that was a common debate between you two in high school. her persistent need to find the perfect boyfriend for you even though you were always ready to deny it. maybe she was trying to get rid of you?

"come onnn! all you do is study. remember last year when i had to drag you to mari's birthday party and you spent the whole night hidden in the corner?" jackie made fun of you during your first night together while doing her usual skin care routine.

even with her hair pulled back by a headband and with her face covered in cream, she looked fucking stunning.

"i wasn't hiding! i was just watching everyone from a safe distance..."

"that's actually worse." she giggled. you watch her leave the bathroom with a face mask and wearing nothing but a soft robe that had you on your knees.

“i’m not telling you to go crazy. all i’m saying is that you need to relax, okay?”

you weren’t exactly proud of it but you had to admit that is was too hard to focus on anything else besides her. it was impossible to deny her anything anyway but now? you were in tight shoes.

you could already feel your face heating up while you stood there like a coward with eyes growing wide and fighting for your life to not drool over your straight best friend.

“so? what do you think?” she insists, giving you an impatient glance.

“yes.” you immediately said the first thing that popped into your head.

“what?” you watch jackie’s eyebrows knitting.

“i-i mean, yes! i agree. i should relax more.” you trip over your own words but, thankfully, jackie didn’t seem to notice. maybe you were just stressed with the entire change of routine.

“great! we can start tomorrow!” she clapped her hands excitedly as her smile grew from one ear to another, probably surprised and relieved that you didn’t disagree this time.

[📚]

the first weeks weren’t nearly as good as you thought they would be. you managed to make some friends and actually met nice people, but so did jackie.

every friday night was a new suffocating experience. after a long week, jackie would drag you to the closest bar that most of the students would go to and, for the first half of the night, her duty was to play the matchmaker.

ever since you had agreed with her that night, you would force yourself to look happy in front of jackie at every god damn time she introduced you to a guy.

“i think you have so much in common!” she would say to all of the men before giving you a wink and leaving you two alone in a noisy bar, disappearing into the drunk pool of people.

it was always awkward and uncomfortable, of course. some of the guys ended up being actually acceptable and some were even sweet. but no matter how hard you tried to focus on the conversation, you would eventually find yourself looking for jackie in the crowd just to get your heart shattered by the view of a drunk jackie taylor with her pretty dress, messy hair, and with one of her hands tightly wrapped around the heart shaped necklace, eagerly kissing a stranger.

seeing this at pretty much every friday night didn’t make your daily need to fight against your feelings the easiest. you were drowning so deeply into your own thoughts that, one day, you woke up decided to forget about it.

maybe all of that was just a phase. you didn’t have feelings for your best friend and you definitely didn’t feel like throwing up every time you saw a boy since you were a kid. and, obviously, you wouldn’t fail biology or calculus on purpose just to be tutored by jackie so you could spend even more time with her and listen to her voice.

and absolutely, without a doubt, you weren’t scared of the big bad wolf called truth banging on your door and calling you a wimpy liar.

fuck.

[📚]

everyone know that famous saying “you are what you eat”, but what about you are what you desire?

jackie stopped complaining about you being stuck on your dorm studying on a friday night or during the weekends cause you stopped doing it. now, she wasn’t the only one to frequently visit the closest bar.

most of the time, you were the one to invite her first and at that point, it became a tradition.

you and jackie had different classes during the day and would barely spend any time together until you two met again at night. you, too scared to even look at her, would find an excuse to sleep early or spend the night at some random guy’s dorm that you met the other night. spoiler alert; you didn’t even remember his name.

you noticed the visible disappointment in jackie’s eyes and how deeply hurt she seemed every time you left, too desperate to silence your own thoughts and numb your feelings with good old alcohol.

during the bar nights that you two shared, jackie wasn’t as energetic as before. sometimes, while feeling like you were kissing a fish as your lips awkwardly melded with some other guy’s, you would open your eyes right in the middle of it to find jackie on the other side of the bar, sitting by herself with a filled glass of something strong.

you felt sick to your stomach at the idea of being touched by anyone else except for her, especially a man. but it was worth it if it meant that you could forget her entire existence for the night and wake up at someone else’s bed in the morning (and probably be late for class).

the year was flying by and everything stayed the same, except that the two of you didn’t share a word for the past few months and you avoided each other at all costs.

“i was wondering that, maybe now that finals are over, we could-“

“sorry, i got plans with travis. i’ll see you later!” jackie said while rushing to the door of your shared dormitory. you were a liar but so was she. you knew that “later” was a synonym to “tomorrow if you’re lucky”.

and just like that, everyday was the day to hear a different name. kevin, josh, steve, randy, sam. you even thought about making a list with all those names. you tried to leave the dorm during that nights as well but you were too worried about her safety. it would be much better to just wait for her and pretend to be asleep when the door opens.

you couldn’t blame her, you were the one who started it.

[📚]

in a typical night at the bar, you feel a stranger’s arm wrapped around your waist. you were already dizzy thanks to the couple of shots you took and could barely feel your mouth attached to his. however, you were kind of thankful for that.

jackie wasn’t in a very different situation but she knew how to be pettier than you. she knew you and how you were acting for the past months. how you would look for her with the corner of your eyes just to make sure that she was okay or not too drunk.

you weren’t the most cautious person, jackie perceived your multiple stares and she would make the best of it. while having your attention, she was hiding behind her best mask and flirting with the first man she saw. it was the performance of her life, consisting of a fake smile followed by a loud and high pitched giggle and an exaggerated hair twirling.

you, watching from across the room, felt your blood boil as your hands curl into fists. how dare jackie to do this right in front of you? didn’t she know how badly you wanted her?

retaliating her behavior, you would mimic her actions just to get under her skin. until it worked too well.

you carefully watched jackie leave the bar in quick steps and your first idea was to ignore her. she started the entire jealous thing and she was being childish. but so were you.

you immediately ditched the person who you were talking to and placed the shot glass on the wooden table so you could follow her.

you immediately stopped walking as soon as you put your feet outside, finding her sitting on the sidewalk. you would usually approach her in seconds, ready to go for a hug, but neither of you were in proper speaking terms now.

cautiously, you get closer. she doesn’t look up to meet you but you know that she can feel you there. you sit by her side and hug your legs. the silence gets so loud that you would be able to hear crickets if it wasn’t for the muffled noise coming from the bar.

“what happened to us?” jackie’s breathy and insecure voice finally breaks through the silence after a while.

you finally feel brave enough to look at her. not just look, to see her. to acknowledge her presence. to not ignore her.

“i don’t know.” you whisper. but you did.

“are we even friends?”

“we used to be best friends.” she looks at you and, for the first time in what felt like forever, you could see all of the details in her face again. of course, she was prettier than you could remember.

“you remember when you gave me this?” jackie grabs the shiny heart pendant, rubbing it between her fingertips. there was a small hint of a smile trying to make its way to her lips.

“yeah. you were scared to try for the soccer team.”

“scared? i was terrified.” she adds and you let a whispery chuckle out. “i couldn’t sleep for days, thinking if i would be good enough to even make it to the bench.”

“you gave me this before the first trial and said that if i was feeling too scared, i could squeeze it and it would be just like holding your hand.”

“i guess it worked, right?” you try to lighten the mood, lips curling up into a subtle smirk. jackie ended up being part of the team and, over time, the team captain.

she nods in silence.

“i didn’t even like soccer.”

“what? but you were so good. why did you join the team?” your eyes narrow as you speak and your heart starts to beat faster when jackie takes longer to say something.

“you were part of the team. i wanted to be around you.”

you find yourself looking away from her to hide the sudden heat and the pinkish tone of your cheeks. jackie went through a stressful week that year, practicing and learning the basics without actually liking it just because of you.

the sound of your voices is replaced by a loud nothing once again. the air was growing thicker and even the slightest touch of your shoulders accidentally brushing against each other was a reason to make you unconsciously hold your breath.

“i think i’m a lesbian.” your feel yourself getting struck by a sharp surge of disbelief and in a blink of an eye, she has your attention again. you feel the palm of your hands getting sweaty, going against the cold weather.

“what? why?” you manage to say a few words and, if it wasn’t for the delicate moment, jackie would have laughed at your frantic gaze.

“because.” jackie sighs, not being able to stop playing with the heart hanging on her neck. “i felt absolutely nothing when i had to pretend to care about boys in middle school but i felt the entire world when you were looking at me.”

not only she knew that you were always staring at her in the cafeteria but she liked it. she liked having your attention.

“you were never good at hiding it, by the way.” she snorts but you were sure that she was just as nervous as you.

“i thought i was pretty good…” you whisper, grinning. she was absolutely right, though.

“really? i found a biology test of yours hidden under your bed once. you were even better than me but you said that you were failing it and needed help.” the red color on your face gets more intense as you share a loud laugh. your hands momentarily cover your face.

“i think i just wanted to be around you.” you shrug, defending yourself by echoing her words.

“you still do?” jackie asks and, slowly, the lighthearted smile fades away from your face.

your gaze was lingering on her eyes and wouldn’t dare to leave. not even when you gently leaned closer and your fingers fixed her hair by carefully hiding a small section behind her ear. the entire world felt like it had stopped and you could hear a feather hitting the ground. it was quite adorable how jackie was the one to held her breath now just before swallowing the lump on her throat.

“i think i’ll always want to be around you.” you whisper. there was nothing but love and adoration inside your eyes as you felt completely hypnotized by her. you allowed your gaze to drift down to meet her lips and the hand that was hanging around her ear just a second ago found its way to her face. the palm of your hand fit perfectly on her cheek and you took the opportunity to guide her closer to you.

the first thing you feel the second after closing your eyes is jackie’s soft lips touching yours and how tenderly they were dancing together. it was almost like you and jackie were made of glass and you didn’t want to break each other.

jackie’s hand imitated yours but she used her thumb to caress your cheek. you feel her pulling away from your lips and you feel faint when your eyes open and she is smiling like she had just won the lottery.

“fuck. you are so pretty.” you groan in a dramatic way. with watery eyes and rosy cheeks, jackie nestle her face into your neck and gives your skin a small kiss, causing you to shiver and hug her body tightly, closer to you.

maybe the big bad wolf on your door wasn’t so scary now.

#please tell me u got the title #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor

[maxiscoolongg]

"NEVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM."

—{★}—

PATRICK HOCKSETTER X FEM!LATNIA READER X HENRY BOWERS

WARNINGS: kinda yandere?, I'm not Latina or anything so I will be using Google translate for some stuff!, angry scared reader, swearing, Patrick being patrick, mention of murder?,

Summary: Y/N found a haunted house that she thought would be fun with her two lovers but only to be even more scared then ever

—{}—

You were the complete opposite of the two boys you so very loved for. You, a sweet, caring, loving, beautiful, angelic, person. Was with Henry Bowers and Patrick Hocksetter? It was a weird mix that's for sure, maybe Patrick and Henry weren't, but you + them? Shook the whole school

You are the popular girl, the one who is on the cheer team and everyone is probably jealous of. Your little brother Richie Tozier? He never told you about the bullying he got from Bowers gang, mostly from Henry and Patrick, they practically threatened him and the losers club to shut their mouths and not tell you

Richie, is and still is protective. No kiddin' though, he's been through alot still being a 13 year old? This kid is tough. You looked up to him even though he was younger, he was your little brother and still very much you loved him. If you found out what's been happening to him and his little club? You would kill the bullies yourself!

—{★}—

You were looking at your mirror in your locker fixing every detail possible, the boys who stood behind you leaning on the other lockers were confused, you were perfect! How could you possibly need to fix anything? Any detail they thought it was beautiful. It never made sense to them.

You smiled looking at yourself happily as you turned around closing your locker and locking it before looking up at the two boys with a smile. "Okay, so I was thinking-" you said before getting cut off immediately "No." Henry said as you frowned as you three walked "I didn't even finsh the damn sentence!" You said with a slight pout as he smiled a bit "anyway! I was thinking of going to a haunted house this week! You know? It'll be fun" you said shrugging with a now smile bright as ever, not noticing the grin that perked on Patrick's face as he looked at Henry with a 'Please' type of look.

Henry could easily say 'No, that's to childish' but, both if them could see the way you would look scared. It would practically send them off a rampage of.. well, you know. So they both agreed in their own way "Sure, but you owe us, dollface" patrick said as he put his arm around your shoulder you made a confused face but shook that off.

—{★}—

To say this was what they expected was completely right. They saw the way your eyes flashed in anger and sacredness as a clown jump scare popped up normally screaming; Santo hijo de puta. They both saw it and it to say the least turned them on in a way,

Seeing you scared and clinging on Patrick's arm? Fucking hell he would go crazy, definitely grinning from ear to ear. Not in a sweat way btw. Hug Henry on accident? He will absolutely smirk a little as he would mock you a bit

Your fear of (__) would fucking go crazy if it was in there, your scared of clowns? Watch your back bb, there's gonna scare the living shit outta you

—{★}—

"Santo hijo de puta!" You yelled in fear as you jumped a bit from the jumpscare infront of you as you turned a corner them following you "What? You scared" patrick asked as I frowned "Take a guess" you said as patrick put his arms around your waist "It ain't that scary just a little jumpscare!" He said as you sighed

—{★}—

—{I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD}—{MY FRIEND REQUESTED THIS SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKS<3}{wattpad: tatesslvtxo}

#henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers x reader #polyamory #it 2017 #richie tozier #losers club #bowers gang #imagine

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Round 1 Match 15

Propaganda

Chowie: “I'm so sorry but the idea of bowie hating on chase for emma and then getting with him anyways is the funniest dynamic. like he's toxiccccc get away from him. BUT he is kinda funny... emma staring daggers at bowie like...”

“Loser dumbass fuckface x the best boy ever”

“toxic yaoi SWEEP!!!!!!”

Shed: “S cary girl x HEzekias x Damien. It's Zeemien and Scarmien but with Scarzee. Scary Girl gives Zee the idea to ram the ship and he listens, he clearly respects her. Plus I feel like he'd be the one to calm Damien down when Scary Girl says "I'll make Damien toe soup:)" without elaborating. Also trout sweep. Think of how awesome they'd be.”

“Literally for what the other person said yeah. Awesome polycule and zee deserves to be in a polycule in this bracket that doesn't involve chase”

“Theyre some of the best characters of gen4 we should make them kiss”

#total drama #gen 4 ship showdown #total drama island 2023 #chowie #shed #scary zeemien #scaryzee #scarmien #zeemien #bowie td #chase td #zee td #damien td #scary girl td #td spoilers

[ransprang]

I just saw your post about Sendo’s s/o putting eyeliner on him and I loved it ❤️❤️ Could you do the same sort of prompt with Kimura, Miyata, and Takamura please? I’m so happy that someone is writing for Haiime no Ippo. It’s such an underrated anime

aww thank you <33 yess i got into HNI recently and was so surprised that there's basically no content out there?? if you have any other requests send them in! :)

HNI boys x s/o putting eyeliner on them HCS

Mamoru Takamura

takamura is hesitant, but mostly because he thinks makeup is something for girls and he is a "manly man" (his words)

you eventually manage to convince him by promising to do anything he wants afterwards, for which of course he only has one thing in mind

when he actually sees the final look in the mirror he quite likes it because he looks a bit more fierce. it gets him excited because he realises he can look scarier in his fights, "y/o can you make me look like a bear?? NO, A HAWK??"

he will actually let you do some makeup before his defense / title matches

he calls aoki and kimura (well mostly kimura) to annoy them through vague wording about what happened today "OI LOSER GUESS WHAT. Y/N AND I DID FACE STUFF TODAY HAHAHAHAHHA" (then you both may or may not proceed to do actual face stuff ahem)

takamura may even let you do more makeup on him like eyeshadoow as long as you can make him look scary

(Miyata & Kimura under cut)

Ichiro Miyata

miyata would initially be surprised by your actions, but then assume that he probably must have bored you to the point where you had to resort to such an idea

he is aware that people call him 'pretty boy', but that doesn't really affect his masculinity so he pretty easily let's you do his eyeliner

he'd sit down on a chair unsure of what to do so he just folds his arms and closes his eyes, "is this okay?"

he'd stiffen a bit when you sit on his lap, but still will do his best to remain still as he feels a strange sensation on his eyelids

when you're done, you follow behind him to a mirror. you swear you saw a small smile form on miyata's face, "this looks very interesting"

"i think you look pretty handsome actually" you say from behind him, giving him a hug. in a soft voice he replies, "thank you.."

Tatsuya Kimura

when you ask him if you can put eyeliner on him he immediately says yes. like he'd be so dumb to reject quality time together

the two of you sit on his bed as you lean over and do his eyeliner

kimura secretly enjoys having your attention on him even if it's just for a few minutes. having you so close to him also makes him feel very special

when you're done he reaches for a handheld mirror and looks shook by how talented you are

he tackles you onto the bed with a hug and murmurs about how lucky he is to have an artistically talented s/o

unfortunately he doesn't have the confidence to wear the eyeliner out in public mostly in fear of what takamura will say. he knows takamura will make fun of him hardcore and he doesn't need that to ruin this special thing between the two of you

(manga content) when chie is over at his house while you are also there, he asks you to put eyeliner on him. when the look is done she looks at him and tells him he looks pretty like a magical girl c:

yours liningly,

admin sar

#hajime no ippo x reader #hajime no ippo #takamura mamoru #takamura mamoru x reader #miyata ichiro #miyata ichiro x reader #kimura tatsuya #kimura tatsuya x reader

[angelltheninth]

Can you write something with the King himself, Baro? I'm in love with him.

The King! Yes, I like him too, he's scary but the sexy kind of scary.

Pairing: Shoei Baro x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, public blowjob (locker room), rough oral, exhibitionism, degradation, masturbation, handjobs, possessive Baro

A/N: This is a pretty specific scenario but I think it's perfect for someone like him.

Before now you never would have even thought about giving a blowjob under such circumstances, the thought alone was enough to make you embarrassed beyond belief

And yet you're on all fours in Team X's locker room, naked and with Baro's big cock in your mouth while his teammates watch

Baro was clear on what he wanted from you from the moment you set foot inside

He's the King, he won the game, he should get his prize

His cock was already hard by the time you got undressed and got on your knees for him

To him it didn't matter if the two of you were all alone or if you had a crowd watching as you did now, he wanted your mouth on his cock right at this moment

"Don't worry princess, they can look all they like but none of them have the right to so much as touch you much less get their cocks inside you. That honor is reserved only for me." Baro crossed his arms over his chest and briefly looked at his teammates who all gulped and took a step back from the two of you

It felt reassuring in a strange way, no matter what situation you were in, even now, you knew that Baro would never let anyone else touch you like this

Knowing that made you want to please him more, please him better

You cupped and fondled his heavy balls in your hand with taking more of his cock with every bob of your head, opening your mouth wider to accommodate his girth

"You're neglecting yourself princess. Finger yourself for me, let me hear how horny you are with my dick in your mouth." Your fingers were a little clumsy as they made their way down between your legs, "Yes. That's a good girl. Make sure to give them a show. Let them know what they're missing. What they will never have."

His cock fell from your mouth with a slick pop but you didn't leave him neglected for long, opting to place kiss after firm kiss along his length, licking up all the pre-cum

"My girl's really putting in the work. This gets you excited doesn't it? Being on display like this, letting them know what a whore for my cock you are." He smiled in a smug smile when you started pumping his cock with your hand at the same pace you fingered yourself in, "Imagining it's me are you? My cock deep in that pretty hole, taking you for all here to see, calming what's mine."

His, you were his and he made sure everyone here knew it

"Your mouth is just the first part. After I win my next game I'll spread you open. Hell maybe I'll take you out on the field, show those losers what a real prize looks like. I'll fuck you until you're a sobbing, cumdrunk mess on my cock, until all you can say is my name." You moaned around the tip of his cock, licking him like a thirsty dog, you needed more, "Aw look at these guys, you're so sexy you're giving them all boners. Does that make you happy princess? You're having such an effect on them. That one over there even started jerking off."

You tilted your head so you could still kiss the side of his cock and sure enough there was a member of the team with his pants down, his face flushed and a hard cock in his hand

Another guy followed, then another, and another

"Look all you want boys, she's all mine. A pretty little thing, worthy of a King like me. Aren't you, my beautiful princess? Are you mine? Say it." You did, right before you put your mouth back in his cock, "They're gonna have so many dreams about you tonight. But I'll be the one fucking you. And they all know it." Knowing it didn't stop any of them from coming though

You didn't mind their pleasure, Baro's pleasure was the only one you cared about, but you'd be lying if you said that making all these guys blow their load without even touching them wasn't a thrill

It sent you over the edge, your cunt clenching around your fingers and sending a slick flood of clear liquid onto the floor

Baro gave a satisfied chuckle and decided to set the pace for the next few head bobs, using your mouth like his personal toy

He barely made a sound as he climaxed, it was a breathy sigh accompanied by his balls smacking against your chin and then a muffled moan from you as you gulped down his hot cum

He kept your mouth on his cock until he was sure you swallowed it all and there was no more to come

"Good slut. You did very good princess. You were a perfect reward. Go clean up, you can use the showers. After that go wait for me in the bedroom, I'll make more use of you soon. Will they watch? If you want them to. Yeah? Dirty girl, I'll have to give you a spanking later. Now go." You give him a mock bow as you leave, looking forward to your punishment, which really, was a prize

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk imagines #shoei baro #baro x reader #baro smut #baro headcanons #blue lock

[stuffedanimalsgalore]

Spideychelle is so special to me

Most beautiful girl x nervous boy

Art girl x robot boy

Scary girl x sweet boy

Coolest person ever x complete loser

She called him pretty

He gives her his jacket, she gives him hers

On the plane, his head rested on her shoulder (deleted scene)

She figured out who he is

She's taller than him

He would do anything for her

She would do anything for him

He is worried about any injury of hers while he's on the verge of death

They'll always find eachother

#spideychelle #michelle jones #peter parker #marvel #spiderman #mcu

[mxlktxa]

Old Days

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

___

❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

___

❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

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❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

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❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

#tlou #tlou part 2 #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x female reader #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #f!reader #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 6- Bad Babysitter |Pesci x Reader|

Warning: strong language, murder, gore. MA.

Pesci's POV

Pesci's experience with women could be summed up in two awkward situations that he planned to take to his grave. He was terrible with women, never being able to get their attention, never being able to even get his first kiss. He was a loser, a virgin, having to lie to all of teammates years ago about losing his virginity to save himself to embarrassment of being in his late 20s and still unable to get lucky with a woman.

Even with you, he struggled. At first, he didn't even want to be a part of this, being dragged in by Prosciutto telling him to man up and try it out. You never bothered him. As a matter of fact, you've hardly spoken to him. He's never had a conversation with you. He found you kind of.. terrifying in a way. He feels weak saying that. An assassin saying a girl that isn't even as tall as him is terrifying? The others would laugh at him. They aren't afraid of you. So why is he?

When Risotto mentioned to all of them the way he found you, all of the men were shocked that you were capable of killing two men with no apparent reaction at all. Your stand was still a mystery, you refusing to show it, saying that you don't like your stand, and when you said that you actually looked nervous. In front of seven male assassins you weren't nervous, you seemed annoyed if even, and when Risotto put you in his office and privately told the men his plan with you only Melone and Prosciutto seemed to be fully on board, and Formaggio didn't really care, just wanting to get home in time to see a football game.

Pesci had been observing you these past handful of weeks; it was clear to him that you only liked Melone. He noticed Illuso and Prosciutto spending more time with you, but you seemed to still not like them. Did you like Formaggio? He couldn't tell. You were a little hard to read, always keeping a blank face while hardly speaking to them. You hardly seemed to be around all of them as a group as well, not wanting to be involved when they have poker or eat together. Prosciutto finds it rude, but Pesci doesn’t - he could understand.

You're new. You're expected to date all seven of them, and this is clearly a brand new experience for you. As scary as you may seemed, this is still a new situation for you - maybe it was good that Pesci gave you space, maybe having him not to worry about would make you happy? He wondered if you would ever be happy with all of them. It took him a year to find some happiness being on this team, despite caring about his team and always having a friendship with Prosciutto this job was extremely stressful and dangerous, but it was in his blood to be in the mafia, his father and grandfather and uncles all being in levels of the mafia when he was still a boy and when they were alive.

He looked around the empty room, feeling as if he was forgetting something or someone. This was a nice rental house, having a small living room area with a red couch and matching loveseat. The glass coffee table and green carpet were kind of bizarre, along with the mounted deer head above the unlit red-brick fireplace. Those beady lifeless eyes.. he felt them staring at him. Who would put up a stuffed dear head as decoration? It made him feel sick.

He stepped out of the living room swiftly and into the kitchen, only to be greeted by you sitting on the counter. He froze as his eyes landed on you, seeing that you had your headphones on as you scanned the newspaper that Prosciutto was reading. You seemed to not even notice him, eyes scanning the paper. Should he bother you? He didn't know what to say to you.

Just as he debated on leaving, you suddenly looked up at him, causing his heart to instantly start rapidly beating. In his eyes, you were very attractive, and that made him nervous - he's never been able to talk to pretty girls. He struggles talking to any girl, but with you, he felt a massive struggle. You were attractive, and Prosciutto stated that you were a girlfriend to all of them. So you were Pesci's girlfriend. He's never had a real girlfriend before. This scared him.

You took your headphones completely off, sitting them next to you as you hopped off the counter, still holding the newspaper in your left hand. "Hey," you said to him, that being the first thing you've said to him privately. "What's up?"

He smiled nervously. "Hey, Y/N. Nothing! I was just walking around the area." He wanted to look away from you due to how nervous he was, but he didn't want to seem pathetic. Prosciutto told him to man up so he would attempt to man up; he just didn't know how. He's never had a girlfriend before.

You held up the newspaper, pushing it towards him. "I noticed you like to read the paper sometimes." He took the paper, nodding his head a little, surprised that you knew anything at all about him. "How long have you been in the mafia?"

He held the paper in his hand, looking down as if he was reading it, contemplating on if he should answer you or not. Asking him questions wasn't wrong. He just didn't know you well. Still, he did feel like you were a permanent member now, as permanent as the rest of them. Your place in this group is set in stone, and Melone seems to really trust you. Before he could answer you, which he was, you quickly spoke.

"Prosciutto tells me that I shouldn't ask questions, so I guess I shouldn't have asked that. You don't need to answer," you replied, shrugging as you walked past him, leaving him to stand in the kitchen alone.

A sigh escaped Pesci's lips as he stood in the middle of the kitchen. "Damn it," he whispered under his breath, feeling bad about not answering your question. Aside from Melone, nobody else seemed to be nice to you. Formaggio wasn't terrible, but he was cheating on you already, him right along with Illuso frequent strip clubs often, and they aren't just watching girls dance. Was it wrong to cheat on you? You were dating all seven of them, was it right for all seven of them to be loyal? He didn't know, but he knew for a fact that he would be loyal.

Loyal to what? He wasn't sure. He would just see how things went. He's still a virgin, and he's never even taken a girl out on a date. Should he take you on a date? Should he buy you flowers or jewelry? This was all too much for him. He needed some milk, which would help him calm down and think more clearly.

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Three back-to-back gunshots caused Pesci to suddenly bolt from the dining room chair, leaning down as he pulled up his pants, reaching for his gun. He patted the gun holder strapped to his legs, pulling out a banana, his eyes widening. "What the fuck!?" He threw the banana on the ground, running in the direction where he heard the gunshots, leading him to running out the back door, almost bumping into you, his hands wrapping around your shoulders, balancing himself.

As he looked around, his eyes widened, seeing that you had his gun in your hand, a dead body of a man he did not recognize laying in the grass. The man's face was completely blown to bits, and pieces of his flesh spread all over the grass, leaving his face an unrecognizable glob of red, making him feel sick to his stomach.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his hands leaving your shoulders as he snatched the gun from your hand, quickly turning away from the body. "Are.. you okay!?" He gasped out, swallowing the throw up that started to rise in his mouth. Instant worry filled his body as he turned back towards you, making you that you weren't hurt.

"Are you physically attracted to me?" You questioned, causing his eyes to instantly widen, his face turning bright red. "Is that why you are feeling me up with your eyes?"

"I'm just seeing if you're okay!" He cried out, feeling embarrassed. Did he offend you for looking at you in a way you didn't like? "I'm sorry! I was just worried, I'm not disrespecting you!" Shouldn't he be the one mad at you for stealing his gun? Well.. he felt like it wasn't his place to be mad at you or get onto you. It would just make him feel awkward. He was in no way an assertive man. He didn't want to boss you around, despite Prosciutto telling him that he should.

You shrugged, "I'm technically your girlfriend. It's written in contractual agreement." You extended an arm out towards him, patting his shoulder. "Would you mind telling the other men that you shot this gentleman and not me? Prosciutto and Risotto will be mad at me if they find out I took your gun and shot the guy."

He wanted to ask you about the contract, his eyes growing slightly wider. It didn't occur to him that you might have been forced or manipulated into this situation. You seemed a little dangerous, and the fact that you kill so easily despite not being an assassin was alarming. Still, Risotto more then likely manipulated you and made it to where you had no choice but to say yes. Did you really want any of this? Fuck.. he just couldn't tell.

Pesci hated lying to his teammates, considering them all as close friends, especially Prosciutto, but he didn't want you getting hurt. What if Risotto hurt you for disobeying him? "Okay," he replied, feeling as if this was one of those rare occasions where he had to lie. "Why did you steal my gun? That wasn't.. very nice of you." He didn't know how to put it.

"I'm sorry, I just really wanted to help out." You shrugged, removing your hand from his shoulder, leaving a warmth behind that he was unfamiliar with. "I also.. I just.." You turned away, looking over at the dead body. "I just can't help myself sometimes, I guess. I won't do that to you again."

He sighed, "You shouldn't be looking at that Y/N. Let's go inside.. I'll clean the body up when the others get back." He walked over to the backdoor, opening it for you.

You gave the dead body one last look before you turned away, a blank expression on your face as you walked past him, stepping back into the rental home.

#tw murder #tw blood #tw death #tw mature #tw strong language #tw graphic #tw gun violence #tw g0re #tw gun #tw adult themes #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #tw language #la squadra #claimed la squadra #la squadra claimed

[jaetyun]

wips.

infrunami !

teaser

heeseung x f!reader

childhood friends, boy next door, best friends brother, loser bf x preppy gf, unpatched relationship being patched up

Since you were kids you promised Heeseung you'd protect him from anyone who hurt him, but one blown up fight turns into 3 years without any contact. Heeseung came to the conclusion the only way to get you off his mind is to patch things up, but it only leads to thinking of you more than before. Was what he was feeling not guilt?

playlist

me, pining ? (yes)

teaser

taehyun x f!reader

college au, unrequited love, wingman gone wrong, bad at feelings, angst w happy ending

You were pretty sure- scratch that- you were 101% confident you were the hottest person you had ever met before. And you were sure everyone else could see it too. At least, that was, until the most humbling experience of your life: When the second hottest person you had ever met asked for you for your friends number. So naturally, you told him he wasn’t worthy of her, that he needs to prove he can have her. What started as a cheap bluff turned into your biggest mistake, cause now each point he earns to get on your good side is a point closer to you falling in love.

playlist

808s & heartbreaks !

teaser

yeonjun x f!reader

rockstar au, childhood friends, jealousy, yeonjun is incredibly foul, high confessions, so. much. tension.

Yeonjun would like to think you were his biggest fan, considering the fact that you’re the first. Before all the bras being flung at him, there was awkward you with braces and puberty, and Yeonjun with thick rimmed glasses he broke constantly. Now he’s a sensation, and though he’s thrilled you clearly can’t say the same, and he has no idea how his sudden success has spurred the girl he’s head over heels with to avoid him at all cost.

playlist

cream puffs !

teaser

anton x m!reader

coffee shop au, bad boy x good boy, fake dating, mean to everyone but you trope, strangers to lovers, delinquent reader

“Cause we’re dating” is all you could manage to spit, Anton’s eyebrows rising at the random accusation. One glance and he was nodding along, his work smile plastered on his face. Now he always knew he wasn’t the bravest, but how did Anton being a wuss manage to land him into dating the scariest man he’s ever met before? Well, maybe not so scary when he glances at your strawberry latte with extra whipped cream…

playlist

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[worldswithoutendings]

The one where he doesn't leave [eddie munson]

because he deserves to live

pairing: Eddie Munson x platonic! female reader

summary: the one where hellfire saves Eddie in the upside-down and takes care of him

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The whole team was geared up, Dustin had slipped out a couple of days ago about what was happening in the upside-down, making Hellfire go into hysterics. All want to fight Vecna to clear Eddie’s name. You had slipped into a black tight long sleeve and army trousers. Your hair slicked back into a high ponytail while your body was bedazzled in gear. The entire team was desperately looking for music in case it went wrong, you heard Eddie and Robin fight in the background about what music actually is, making you smirk. Only for it to quickly fade seeing how nervous Gareth is “we’ll be fine Gareth, have no fear” you said.

Well, that turned south, Dustin left out the part that demogorgons, demobats and demodogs exists “what the fuck is this!?” you yelled as you saw the swarm of bats “okay we have to make a distraction” dustin said as Eddie climbed upon the roof “what are you doing?!” Jeff yelled as you heard the speakers “ARE YOU GONNA PLAY AT THIS MOMENT MUNSON?!” you were shocked, too shocked “Chrissy, this one is for you” “goddamnit” gareth whispers “if that girl hadn’t come to him for fucking drugs we wouldn’t be here!” he yells as Eddie starts to play Master of Puppets. You had to agree with Gareth here, you couldn’t help but blame Chrissy, even though you felt bad fort he situation. A big part of you was angry at her. Eddie had done nothing wrong, but that’s why we’re all here. To clear his name, kill Vecna and make sure Eddie can get his degree.

The swarm of bats came closer and you heard Dustin warn Eddie about how much time he had left. Hellfire started to get their weapons ready to shoot down those god forsaken bats. But you couldn’t help to admit that those bats looked scary “i’m not ready” “we have to!” Jeff yells at Gareth “for eddie!” he yells and you all started to scream in unison while shooting at the bats “get inside!” Dustin yelled as he and Eddie got off the trailer, but you didn’t listen. Wanting to empty your chamber “y/n no!” Eddie yells as he grabs you by the waist to get you inside. Seeing a bat fly against the door made you scream.

As you all tried to get back to the real world you saw how Eddie cut the rope “no!” you all yelled, followed by a lot of cursing. You all decided to follow Eddie as he ran out of the trailer “no i’m buying us more time!’ “i’m not letting you die!” you yelled, your voice started to get raspy. Realising that Eddie might be sacrificing himself for time, for a town who hated him, called Hellfire a satanic cult, called you all a bunch of losers “i did not get bullied enough just to see you die!” Gareth admits. You all try to kill as much bats as you could. But when you looked at Eddie you saw that one was trying to choke him, you got the knife out of the pocket from your jeans you had put in earlier and ran through the swarm of bats. The look on Eddie’s face would definitely traumatise you for the next couple of months but you had to save him. You slit the tail lose making Eddie fall to the ground. Only to realise you were both in the swarm of bats.

Trying to protect Eddie you got thrown another gun from the guys as you stand in between his legs “don’t you die on me Munson!” you yelled, not seeing how a bat flew right at your waist, making you yelp out in pain. You heard the boys scream out your name, as if they were fueled by adrenaline they started to use all the guns they had, but all of a sudden the bats dropped to the floor. You heard the boys curse from pure shock as they ran towards the both of you. You did lose a good amount of blood from the attack but Eddie lost more. Thankfully he wasn’t attacked too much that he looked like he was dying “i don’t think that we should stay here” you whispered as Dustin hugged you tight “That. Was. Metal!” he screamed. Helping Eddie up he looked at your waist ‘why did you do that?! Are you insane?! You could’ve died!” he yelled “i did it for you!” you complained, making him go silence “you did it for me?” he asks and you nod.

After the gunfight you all were standing in Eddie’s trailer, getting back into the real world. The boys decided that one should be sitting on gareth his shoulder so they could support the people who got hurt in the upside down, since Eddie had cut the rope. You tried to help Eddie by supporting him as he climbed up the rope, you heart was beating in your throat. Hoping he wouldn’t hurt himself more in the mean time. As Eddie got succesfully back you were the only one left in the upside down. While the entire hellfire looked at you as you climbed up the rope. Jeff held out his hand to grab and you carefully pushed yourself out. Landing on the matrass with a sharp pain in your waist but you tried to ignore it, but you opened the wound even more. Steve, Robin and Nancy were waiting for you all and Nancy’s face softened as she saw what happened with you and Eddie

“help him first” you said as they opened the first aid kit, you tried to surpress your wound. While Nancy and Steve were helping Eddie with his wounds Robin decided to check your wound “jesus christ” her voice sounded even more raspier because they all got choked in the Creel house “it doesn’t hurt” you lie “well, i fit doesn’t hurt than you are in big trouble missy” Robin said, making you smile. She took you to the bathroom as if she felt that you didn’t want to see the club how bad you were in pain. Because you wore a black longsleeve your wound wasn’t that visible to the others, only where it was split. But the amount of blood that appeared when robin lifted your longsleeve was shocking to both of you “let me get Nancy” Robin said immediatly. She called Nancy in who sighed deeply at the sight “y/n” she whispered “it was either the both of us or Eddie dying” you whispered back, you didn’t want him to die, so you were proud of your actions in the upside down “but Dustin had left out the bats” you tried to make it lightly while Nancy cleaned the blood of your waist and looked at your wound “it’s not that bad, i can stitch this up” she sounded confident. She grabbed a bottle of liqour and gave it to you. You held it closely thinking it was just for support “no, take a swig” she said “you need to be a little bit numb-“ “can i sit on the floor, i feel dizzy” “yeah sit down on robins legs”

Dustin decided to check on you and couldn’t help but look shocked and leave out a couple of curses “what!? Is she badly hurt?!” Steve yelled and Dustin nodded “not as bad as Eddie, but her wa- oh my god that’s a lot of blood” he looked at the amount of red cloth that nancy had used to clean you. You heard shuffling, expecting Steve, but it was Eddie while you lay with your head against Robins shoulder “are we battle buddies now?” you joked “at least you didn’t lost your spirit” Eddie sounded harsh, but he was mostly feeling guilty, he shuffled back with his bandaged waist. Only then you realised that he was shirtless, you had seen him shirtless before when you all went swimming in the summer with the hellfire club. But you had forgotten how he looked. He was actually pretty fit for the situation he was in. You couldn’t help but laugh at your own thoughts “what is it?’ robin asked “we all just fought bats and here i am, fangirling over eddie’s figure” you whispered. Making Robin and Nancy laugh “believe me, Steve also got attacked in the upside down a few days ago. I also have to admit i was kinda fangirling” ‘yeah me too, even tho it was really weird to see him like that” thankfully you weren’t the only one.

After you were patched up you walked shirtless out of the bathroom. Making hellfire excluding Eddie shield their eyes immediatly “can i maybe, get a hoodie from you?” you asked Eddie and he just pointed at his bedroom “eh wait, wait” he immediatly said “i didn’t clean” “eddie please” you mumbled as you walk into his bedroom. It was indeed really messy, but not something you hadn’t seen before. You saw a used black hoodie but that was good enough for you. Thank god Eddie loved to wear his sweaters oversized. Robin had decided to make tea for everyone, while they were thinking about the next action to take. While the trailer started to shake, you got down to the floor like everybody else and you crawled to the others. Eddie held out his hand and you immediatly grabbed it.

After the shaking was over you got concerned for your own family, hellfires family and Eddie’s uncle “why did it sound like the world got split open” Dustin whispers and you all crawl up, making Eddie moan out in pain.

You all went outside, seeing how badly Hawkins got attacked by the earthquake “holy shit” you whispered as you held tight to Eddie’s arm “you should call your uncle” Eddie immediatly went inside to call his uncle. The others all decided to go to their families, but you decided to stay and call your family to be with Eddie to take care of him as he seemed pretty shaken still from everything. Your family turned out fine and were understanding that you were staying with Eddie since he was alone. His uncle would be back a little bit later as it would be harder now to go through Hawkins. You had sat down with him with some tea while talking about the day “I’m so tired” Eddie whispered “yeah well that is understandable” you giggled, you layed down on the couch with the blanket above you “hey!” Eddie said “you can sleep next to me, do you want to be the big spoon or little spoon” “little” he smiled as he layed down next to you, you had extended your arm for extra support, not caring if it would fall asleep. As long as Eddie was comfortable. That was your main priority. That he slept well and regained his energy.

A little while later Wayne walked into the trailer “hey kiddo” he said “goodevening Mr Munson” you smiled “is he okay?” he whispered as he walked towards the couch “just tired mostly” you smiled as wayne softly caressed his cheeck “poor boy, we need to clear his name” he said and you nod “get some sleep as well” he patted your head as he made some tea for himself. You laid your head against Eddie trying to catch up on some sleep.

You both woke up to birds singing their song and Wayne made breakfast for the three of you “did you sleep well?’ you ask Eddie and he nods as he turns to look at you “little spoon is nice” he whispers as he holds you close, you went with your hand through his hair “how is your wound?” he asks as he lifts the blanket and the hoodie you were wearing, your bandage was a bit pinkish, just like eddies’ bandages “you guys need new ones?” Wayne asks and you both immediatly stand up “we don’t want it to be infected do we?” he smiles as he grabs the kit “i can do yours, Wayne can do mine” Eddie says and you nod. You didn’t know why, but today you felt more vulnerable. Maybe because it was that it was only Eddie and Wayne, and not the others. You both took off the bandages carefully and showered after eachother before you applied new ones.

After you both had new bandages you decided to go back home, know Wayne is with him he is in good hands. You gave him a hug and waved Wayne goodbye as you walked out. Going through the battlefield called Hawkins, you were scared to death seeing the roads being cracked open. As you got home you kissed both your parents being happy that they both are alive “we can help the donation center, they talked about setting it up in two days, to help the people in Hawkins” your mom said and you nod ‘yeah I still have some stuff laying around I wanted to donate anyway, I can also call the Munsons if they want to donate anything” you smile, making your dad laugh “Wayne is too big of a hoarder to donate, how is Eddie? Is he okay?” “yeah he.. he is good, thanks, dad. That’s really sweet of you” you smiled, your father actually always liked the Munsons, he knew Wayne from his earlier work but he resigned because of Eddie taking care of him when he was younger. So he also sometimes let them stay over for dinner. Knew they didn’t have much, but just enough to survive on food stamps and canned food. Which is also why Wayne was always nice to you but not anyone else in Hawkins, because he knows you’re a good kid ‘can we invite them over for dinner? They were pretty shaken by the earthquake and I just want to make sure they have a good dinner” you asked, your throat went dry but your mother immediately stood up “of course honey! Of course, they can come over for dinner” she smiles as she kisses your temple.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[mikazuki-juuichi]

Ballroom (Beastars fanfic --Miguno x Durham).

Third drabble I wrote while recovering. Hope you all ejoy!

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H drabbles III: Ballroom.

By: Yawar.

Canon: Beastars fanfic.

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It's hard running in fine moccassins. Durham knows his feet will resent it tomorrow. But if he doesn't make it in time he's gonna regret it all of today. And then before he knows it, here it is --Gulag, that small punk club that's easy to miss at first, tucked between two run-down apartment complexes. There's this small sign by the door advertising that tonight "The Carrions" are playing --that is Miguno's band. He takes just a minute to catch his breath. He's positive he's dressed all wrong for this place -- a coyote in his fancy borrowed grey suit and brown tie. Too bad!

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"Guess who's Hikaru´s date for the next grand ball!" he had told the hyena playing guitar on the lower bunk bed, in his heart-patterned underpants.

"Hikaru?" said his best friend, Miguno. "That poodle girl from the gold district?"

"Fancy family! And you're looking at her next date!" Durham beamed. For all of five seconds. "I mean, she's no doubt slumming it, but--"

"All her curly fur," said Miguno, sincerely, as he climbed down from the bed. "Is not worth a single strand of yours."

"...why, thank you!" After a somewhat awkward pause, Durham added: "Huh, the real problem, though... is that I don't know how to dance. I mean not this kind of--"

"I can teach you. Hey, might be a fun project, even!"

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In general, Durham did not have much luck dating. Maybe he just looked too rough or had too much of a reputation. Too unpolished, maybe a bit scary. Legosi 2.0 maybe.

The other boys in the dorm were so-so about it. Collot would date on and off. Voss and Jack were always preocupied with other stuff. Legosi was terrified of anything resembling dating.

Miguno, now, though. Dating did not seem to concern him at all. In everything else, he and Durham got along so well, were almost of one mind. They could talk for hours, hang out... enjoy each other's company. One way or another.

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"And spin! Got it?"

"I still don't know if I'm playing the guy or the girl."

"The guy," said his lead. "Because you have your hand on my back. I'm holding your hand, yeah? Now, one more time! Step, step, spin!"

After only a few days using the dance room at the hours they knew it would be empty, Durham was amazed to discover how little he actually knew about dancing in general. How had he ever come to believe it was easy?

Still, he did get the gist of it, bit by clumsy bit. And then there was something so... sensual aobut it, so intimate. Whenever he got the steps right, he and Miguno felt fully in tune, moving as one. Would it feel like that with Hikaru, he sometimes wondered.

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"The ball is when?"

"This saturday night, why?"

"Oh..." He saw Miguno's ears briefly go down, then right back up. "No, nothing! Just checking, really!"

But Durham recalled. "Wait. Saturday. Your band! The gig at the club, right?"

"Ah, it's not that big a deal..."

"...now your tail is down, too. Hey." He placed an arm around Miguno, drew him close. "It's unfortunate but you know I'll always attend every other gig. You know that, right?

"I do! I know. And I mean --this is important, of course! It's okay, really, it is!"

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As it turned out, dancing with Hikaru did not feel quite so sensous, or intimate, or really much of anything at all. Less so once it dawned on him that she was mostly using him to tease another guy at the ball, some apparently popular German Shepherd who had brought a dreamy-eyed vixen as his own date. Yup. Slumming it with the big scary coyote. Yet again.

Coyotes, not so majestic nor impressive, except maybe in the eyes of--

...what was he doing here?

Between pieces, he excused himself to the restroom --and sneaked out.

Now, what was the name of that club and where was it?

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The Carrions were just wrapping up the second number. He was in time after all, just about!!

He recognized the song. "Bloody loser". That ditty Miguno had written a couple months ago about a bleeding, bruised man who had just lost a match --but whom the lyrics described as beautiful.

Oh.

Wow.

How had Durham never realized who the song was about?

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Miguno finished his rift, opened his eyes.

Could not believe what he was seeing. Durham, front and center, clapping. Cheering. Jumping up and down. Still in the borrowed suit!

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Intermission. They ran to each other.

"What... how..?" said Miguno.

"Ball was a..." Durham began.

Another song began, different band.

Not at all a piece for slow dancing.

Durham offered his hand, had to shout to be heard. "May I?"

"I --thought you'd never ask!" But Miguno placed his hand on the small of Durham's back, just above the tail. "Only, mind if this time..?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Durham guffawed!

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Coyote and hyena, two males slow-dancing together to a rock-punk ditty. One dressed for this place, one not. They look rather out of place --and could not care less. They are in their own private heaven.

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END

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#beastars #fanfic #caring #miguno #durham