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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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hello, random Jason thot i feel like i need to share:

he is the type to ask for sexual related stuff very casually in the most unexpected moments — “hey do you have a second for me to bend you over and use your holes?” “c’mere so i can hit you from the back real quick” “babe, do you like how my cum tastes?” “you mind if i fuck you in your sleep tonight?” “you want me to go raw next time we do doggie?” while you are making toast in the middle of the day or doing the dishes like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

that's it, that's my thot. thanks.

Pairing - Jason Todd x (F) Reader Words - 1.2k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Porn no Plot - Unprotected Sex -Shower Sex - Kitchen Sex - Dirty Talk - Jason 'no verbal filter' Todd - Swearing - Fluff. Notes - i think you should share more thots with me 😉 i will listen to whatever you have to say. also, the idea of Jason fucking you in your sleep???? hOT. I’ll be writing that at some point.

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He asks you questions at the most random times.

You think his brain doesn’t have an off switch. Thoughts constantly whirling around on a washing machine spin cycle. Each one thunking against the sides until he tugs open the door and spits out the first thing to fall at his feet.

Last week, he asked you through a mouthful of food what word you would use to describe The Red Hood.

Apparently, ‘hot’, was entirely the correct answer and he’d spent the rest of the meal insufferably pleased with himself until you’d laughed and kicked him under the table.

The week before that, he woke you up in the middle of the night and asked you, half asleep, if you would still love him if he was a worm. In response, you’d rolled over to hug him close and mumbled, “Mmm-hm. I’d love you no matter what.”

And when you woke up that next morning, it was with Jason smudging kisses across your chest. Right over your heart. You didn’t recall the conversation but he did and it must have meant something to him because he didn’t leave your side for hours.

But this time, he pokes his head out of the shower whilst you’re brushing your teeth and casually asks, “You mind joining me in here? It’s been a while since we’ve had shower sex and i’m real fuckin’ hard.”

Surprise sparks like a blown electric fuse and your toothbrush clatters into the sink whilst you choke on a mouthful of toothpaste, “Jason!” You sputter, staring at him through the mirror and feeling heat scathe up your neck. “What the hell?”

Grabbing your arm, he says nothing and tugs you into the shower cubicle, places you directly under the almost scalding spray of water and cracks a smile when you swat at his chest. Instantly, your pyjamas turn see through and Jason whistles appreciatively, mouth hooking up in a devilish smirk.

“Now there’s a pretty sight.” He says, giving you a heated once over.

Your nipples poke against your shirt and Jason wastes no time in rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive peaks until you sigh softly. He dips his fingers under the hem of your pyjama top and smooths his warm palms up over your breasts to remove it.

Shuffling you backwards until you press against the cold tile wall you hiss through your teeth, “You’re a bastard, Todd.”

Ducking his head to kiss and bite at your neck Jason chuckles, voice lowering to a challenging drawl, “Call me Todd again, sweetheart. I dare you.”

Dragging your open palm over his cock you turn your head and kiss him slowly, deeply. You lick into Jason’s mouth and feel him throb in your hand. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip you tug until he growls.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Todd. Did that hurt?”

Jason grabs at your thighs, yanks your shorts down your legs with the efficiency of someone not leaking precum all over your fingers. Slotting his hands under your thighs he picks you up, forces your legs around his thick waist. His cock presses hot and heavy against your pussy and you feel yourself drool over the fat, flushed head.

“You’re really in for it now, baby.” He says, eyes alight. “You thought I was a bastard before. Things are about to get a hell of a lot worse for you now.”

You smile, thoroughly amused, “Promises. Promises.”

Slotting two slices of bread into the toaster you reach for your phone sitting on the kitchen counter.

Jason approaches you silently and you wonder, not for the first time, how someone with so much mass can move so quietly. You don’t catch his presence until he’s within arms reach and you think that if you were a criminal, you’d be as good as unconscious.

Slipping his arms around your waist he nuzzles into your back, moves to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Whatcha watchin’?”

Turning the screen so he can see the video, you feel him laugh when you say, “Cat fail videos.”

Reaching silently for your phone he locks the screen and places it facedown on the counter. Turning in the strong cage of his arms you walk your fingers over his chest and up to his shoulders. Humming quietly in the back of your throat you sweep a flyaway strand of hair from his eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Do you have a second for me to bend you over the kitchen counter? Wanna fill you up.”

“Wow.” You snigger, half amused, half aroused. “You’re not one for subtlety, huh?”

Spinning you around, Jason presses your hips into the counter and quickly unbuttons your jeans to slide them down to your ankles with your underwear. He shuffles around behind you and you hear him drag the zipper down on his pants.

“Jus’ like the thought of you dripping with my come.” He answers, and you feel your clit swell. A touch of his Gotham accent colours his words. “You’re not going to deny me that, are you?”

Kicking one foot free of your jeans you hook your knee over the lip of the counter, spread your puffy pussy open for Jason to see how wet you are. Your arousal leaks from your entrance and Jason drags his fingers through the wetness before wiping it over the head of his cock.

“If I end up burning my toast I’m not going to be happy.” You say.

Pressing the fat head of his cock to your clenching hole Jason pushes forwards, groans deeply when your walls yield around him and squeeze at his thick girth. Bracing one hand on your waist, Jason rocks his hips, stuffs himself into your pussy inch by inch until he bottoms out.

“You were made for taking my cock, sweetheart.” Jason moans, snapping his hips up. Hooking his thumbs under the swell of your ass he spreads you open so he can watch his cock sink into you. “Fuckin’ Christ, can feel you squeezin’ at me, baby. S’almost like I didn’t fuck you yesterday.”

Whimpering out his name you try to reach for the toaster, worried that it’s going to burn.

“I don’t give a fuck about your toast.” Jason growls, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. “I’ll make you breakfast myself when I’m finished.”

Sat on the sofa you tug your fingers through Jason’s hair.

His head rests in your lap, legs thrown over the arm of your sofa so you can both fit somewhat comfortably. The TV drones in the background, a movie playing that you’ve quickly lost interest in. You’ve found that your attention settles on Jason, on the stubborn knots in his hair and the warmth of him resting on your thighs.

“Comfy?” You ask, just to make sure.

Humming softly he glances up at you, and when your eyes meet he smiles, “You’re beautiful.”

Emotion drags itself up your throat and you stroke his cheek tenderly, lovingly. You open your mouth to speak but there’s a lump in your throat and you quickly realise that you don’t even know what to say. Vaguely, you recognise that Jason hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

Opening your mouth to try again Jason beats you to it, “I know, baby. Y’don’t have to say it. I know.”

Rubbing the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip, Jason presses a soft kiss there.

“Hey, you mind if I fuck you in your sleep tonight?”

Flicking his forehead you snigger, “Do you not have a verbal filter?”

Giving you an unimpressed look, his eyes glitter, “What do you think?”

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daysofyellowroses · 3 months

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peanut butter

carmen berzatto x reader | 1.8k | prompt was: a carmyxreader where r is really struggling with getting regular things done with their ADHD & Carmy takes a day off for them to body double and be there while she does their tasks as requested by @thecapricunt1616 - i hope you like this!

disclaimer: i do not personally have ADHD, so i can't write from personal experience, but from research and what I've learned from friends with ADHD, i hope this is a respectful and accurate portrayal!

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The alarm going off on your nightstand had you flinging your arm over your eyes as you rolled onto your back. Alarms on a weekend should be illegal, really. Once the alarm tone started looping back around, you slowly rolled over to grab your phone, tapping at the screen a few times before finally turning the alarm off with a swipe.

You took a deep breath before slowly getting out of bed, yawning as you stretched your arms. The sunlight streaming in through the window made the room brighter if not warmer, you rubbed your arms a little as you made your way to the bathroom.

The tiles were cold under your feet and you cursed yourself for not grabbing some socks first. You plucked your toothbrush from its holder before sliding open the shower door and leaning in to hit the button.

Once the water started running you went to brush your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror and leaning in closer, swiping your thumb over a small bump on your chin. Setting your toothbrush down, you opened the mirror cabinet, rooting around for some acne cream and sighing as you only found an empty tube. You threw it in the trash before closing the mirror and gripping the edge of the sink.

After a moment you turned off the shower, going into the kitchen and turning on the radio, the sound of music filling the kitchen. Searching the cabinets, you managed to find the last of a leaf of bread, popping two slices onto the toaster.

You went to the refrigerator, taking the pen that was connected to the notepad stuck on the door. Your eyes fell on the photo strip tucked beside it, smiling as you looked at the pictures of you and Carmy pulling stupid faces, laughing, and kissing in the last one. You two had gone to an amusement park with Richie and Eva, and when you spotted the photo booth you couldn't resist tugging Carmy inside.

Opening the refrigerator, you looked inside it for a moment, turning your head as you heard the toaster pop. You went to take out the toast, leaving it on the counter as you got a plate, dropping the toast onto it before wiping your hands and going to your bedroom to grab your phone.

You opened it up to a flurry of notifications, sitting down on your bed and taking a breath as you read them.

Go to the gym! Grocery run! Pay car insurance! Do laundry!

You held your phone tightly in your hand, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to organize your thoughts, all of them getting tangled in your mind and blaring like neon signs. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at your phone and cleared the notifications from the screen, bringing up Carmy's number and hitting the call button.

It almost seemed like he wasn't going to reply when you got a response, silence for a moment before a tired “Hello?”

“Hey,” You smiled softly, picking at invisible thread on your pajamas. “It's me, I'm sorry if I woke you up, I'm not sure what time it is.."

“You didn't wake me up, baby,” Carmy's voice is low and soft in your ear and you feel yourself begin to relax. “I promise. I've been awake for a while, down at the restaurant trying to get stuff done without cousin in my ear.”

In the background you heard a ‘I fuckin’ heard that!’, which made you laugh.

“How is everything over there?” You asked, your thumb gently sweeping over your nails. “Are you okay?”

“It's fine, yeah,” Carmy replied, hesitation in his tone you decided not to comment on. “I'm..I'm good, how are you?”

“I'm-”

‘Oh, fuck me!’

“I'm okay,” murmured softly, resting your fist on your thigh and closing your eyes. “You're busy, you got a lot going on, you don't need me in your ear.”

“Baby don't say that, hang on,” You could hear the bell sound at the door and traffic in the background. “You sure you're okay? You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Right,” You nodded, biting your lip. “It's..I don't know, I'm just really struggling with-”

‘Hey, we need you back in here, Carm. ASAP.’

You could hear Carmy's deep sigh on the other end and your heart ached.

“You're needed there,” You smiled half-heartedly. “I'll see you later..I love you.”

You hung up the phone before Carmy could respond, falling back onto your bed with a groan.

Just under an hour later, you opened your eyes as you heard a knock at the front door. You hadn't planned to fall asleep but apparently your body decided you needed a nap. Getting up from your bed, you smoothed out your pajamas and made your way to the front door, opening it up and raising a brow as you saw Carmy standing on the other side.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too,” Carm rolled his eyes with a grin, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, your falling around his neck.

“Hi,” You murmured softly, closing your eyes and burying your nose in your boyfriend's hair. “I just didn't expect to see you until later, that's all.”

“I figured I'm owed a day off,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your back before he gently pulled away and placed his hand on your cheek. “I had a feeling I was needed elsewhere.”

You leaned into his touch, letting out a breath.

“I'm just having one of those days. I really didn't mean for you to drop everything.”

“I know,” Carmy smiled softly, leaning in to give you a kiss before stepping into your apartment and closing the door. “But everything is under control, Syd and Sug know what they're doing, and I don't want to be anywhere but here with you.”

You couldn't keep the smile off your face, pulling Carmy in for another kiss.

“You're wonderful,” You whispered softly, your hands resting on his chest. “just in case I don't tell you enough.”

“I don't mind hearing it,” Carmy grinned, gently tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Uh..no,” You replied, slightly distracted by Carm's large hand moving under your t-shirt to your bare waist. “I made toast but..I never ate it.”

Carmy smiled as he gently stroked your waist, stepping closer to you so your bodies were flushed together.

“Why don't you go have a nice relaxing shower, and I'm gonna make you breakfast.”

“I have barely any food in the house,” You sighed softly, resting your arms around Carmy's neck. “I need to go food shopping, and do laundry, and..”

“Hey,” Carmy murmured softly, gently stroking your waist. “Don't worry about any of that right now. All you need to do is go have that relaxing shower, right?”

“Okay,” You nodded, gently stroking Carm's cheek. “I will.”

The shower was indeed relaxing, you took your time and wondered what Carmy could possibly cook from the remnants of your fridge. He always seemed to be able to make something from nothing, you loved that about him. Once you had showered and brushed your teeth you made your way to your bedroom, picking out your clothes.

Just knowing Carmy was in your apartment made you feel more at ease. Every time he came over, you felt calm and relaxed, he was a soothing presence even when you knew that he had his own stress and worries. He never complained or moaned about his own issues, even though you always told him he could, encouraged him to talk to you about anything. But you realized that he wasn't not telling you things because he didn't want to or he didn't trust you, he wanted the time he spent with you to be an escape from all those other things.

You wondered if the two of you were to live together if Carmy would open up more to you, if your place wasn't just an escape for him. You pushed the thought aside, getting dressed and grabbing your phone before heading into the kitchen.

“It smells amazing in here,” You smiled, resting your phone on the table. “It usually smells of smoke after I've been in here.”

“That's why you got me,” Carmy smiled, walking over to the table and setting a plate down. “Coffee is nearly ready.”

“Oh wow,” You smiled, looking down at the plate. It was scrambled eggs with little bits and pieces from the fridge, your abandoned toast reheated and cut up beside it. “This is so great, thank you.”

As you sat down, Carmy placed a mug down by your plate before sitting down himself with a mug.

“Anytime baby,” He took a sip of coffee, watching you for a moment with a smile. “So what's on the list for today?”

You held your fork in mid air, picking up your phone and handing it to Carmy before taking a bite of breakfast.

“Let's see,” Carm smiled, opening your phone and checking your calendar. “This doesn't look so bad, we can do this.”

“You don't have to,” You insisted, picking up your mug. “If you don't feel like it.”

“I want to,” Carmy smiled. “You can do all this, I know you can, but I'm happy to do it all with you.”

And he does.

After breakfast, he cleans the kitchen while you organize your laundry. You tell him about work when you take the laundry down to the ground floor of your building and load into the washing machine. He tells you about the latest developments in the restaurant when you're in the grocery store. He picks out some things “for when I make you dinner” and your heart swells.

Back at your apartment, you unpack the bags and laugh as Carmy tells you the latest mishaps from work. You go downstairs and transfer the laundry to the dryer, ending up sitting on the machine with Carmy between your legs, kissing you like you're teenagers again.

You pay your car insurance, you clean your apartment, you fold your laundry, and put it away.

Carmy gets a call he has to take, and you worry your little domestic bubble will burst, and your mind will be tangled knots and neon signs once more.

“All good,” Carmy smiles as he comes back into the kitchen. “What's next on the list?”

“Let me check,” You smile, picking up your phone and checking. “Hm..just the gym. I'll go get changed.”

“If you want,” Carmy nods, walking closer to you with a grin. “Or..you could just have a workout at home.”

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, letting out an excited squeak as you are picked up, your legs wrapping around Carmy's waist.

“Lead the way.”

#the bear #the bear 🐻#carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #the bear fic #the bear fics #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #request

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chaengluva · 2 months

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Defend

Reneé Rapp x Fem!Reader: 1.3k words

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Being Reneé Rapp's girlfriend had its advantage's, I mean she's hot, protective and tall, what lesbian wouldn't want her. At times like this , you start to notice all the negatives. Since mean girls came out, a lot more people are simping for Reneé, that doesn't bother you but the hate you get does.

Reneé is very proud and open with her relationship with you, some fans support you but there are many that don't, they always leave comments on you posts that say Reneé deserves someone better, making you feel slightly insecure. You knew that wasn't her fault, and you can't blame them for finding her attractive.

She was currently on tour, and you misses her more then ever, you called every night but it was never the same, you texted her a lot but it just made you feel further apart. Some nights, your emotions got the best of you and started to cry, being alone in your bed, eating dinner alone, and you're one year anniversary was coming up and you knew that would be hard to spend alone too.

You thought she was mad at you because she hasn't been responding to your calls on the day leading up to your anniversary, you tried texting and calling many times but, you got no answer which made you worry. You tried not to panic, but it's been a week since she has contacted you, and now your anniversary is tomorrow and It all started to hit you, she as probably is too busy for you now.

You sat on the bed, feeling very empty, being with out her was hard enough but her not texting back really hurt you. You didn't realise you were crying until you felt the sleeves of your shirt start to soak up. You laid down, looked at your phone to see if she might have texted back, but there was nothing, you sighed, putting the phone down and closing your eyes.

You woke up to a loud bang on the bedroom door, you jumped up and gasped. Someone was inside your house. You didn't want to check, you're first thought was to call Reneé, hoping she would answer this time. You called her, but coincidently as soon as you called her you could hear a ringtone coming from the other side. You rush to open the door, you came face to face with your girlfriend.

"Happy anniversary baby." She smiles, holding roses and a gift bag for you. "R-Reneé...I don't have anything for you...I didn't know you would be home-" She cut you off by pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. The both of you don't pull away, she pushes you on the bed and finally loses contact with your lips. "I missed this." She says while kissing your collarbones. You almost gave in, but then you remembered that she had ignored you for a week. "Stop." You say.

Reneé looks at you with a lot of confusion, "You've been ignoring me for a week.." You tell her with a lot of sadness in your voice. She sighs. "Y/n, I'm really sorry I've been really busy, the only time I've been on my phone was when I planning the surprise for you." You raise an eyebrow, "Surprise?" You question, she giggles nodding her head. "Well I guessed I've said it now. I've talked to my team.. they have allowed me to bring you along for the rest of the tour!" She smiles. You gasp, you could probably burst out into tears, you were so happy. "Pack your things baby, our flights in four hours."

You spent an hour packing and getting ready, and a lot of kissing Reneé, she tried to make out with you, she manged to get your shirt off and give you a few hickeys on your stomach. You wanted to continue but you knew you wouldn't be able to stop if you did. You put your shirt back on and Reneé grabbed your bags and you headed down to her car, she opened the door for you and then put your bags in the back.

You got to the airport and there was quite a bit of paparazzi, they were shouting some hurtful things towards you, you tried your best to ignore it. One of them tried to grab your shirt and pull you away from Reneé, if it wasn't for her tight grip on you, they would have succeeded. Reneé gave them an angry look, you could see it in her eyes that she was about to shout at this person. "Reneé, Baby, It's okay." That must have calmed her down because she nodded at you and continued to walk to the gate.

You were at the gate, waiting for them to call your flight number, Reneé was already quite tired from her first flight, she laid her head on your shoulder and relaxed her eyes. Not long after your flight was called. You woke Reneé up, and walked on the plane, it was a bit colder then you expected and all your jumpers were in your suitcase, not in your carry on. Reneé must have noticed your change in behaviour, she took off her leather jacketed and put it on you. You smiled at her and she smiled back and you.

The flight was only 4 hours long but Reneé fell asleep quickly, you smile at her, making sure to take a look of pictures of her, even replacing her lock screen with a selfie of you posing next to her sleeping self. After that, you quickly feel asleep.

Reneé woke you up, telling you that we are going to land soon, once you landed, you quickly got off the plane and Reneé took you to her driver. She still hasn't noticed that you changed her background yet. "Baby, I have an interview for mean girls, you wanna come and meet the cast?" she asked you. You nodded happily.

The driver drove to the interview spot and Reneé walked you in and you could see the cast of mean girls all there. You were very shy around new people, so you stayed clingy to Reneé, she introduced you to everyone. They were all so sweet. You sat behind the scenes as the interview was going on. You just admired Reneé the whole time and what cut you out of it was one of the questions the interviewer asked.

"So Reneé, we all know that you're girlfriend Y/n," You could see her smile just at the mention of her name. "Is a look less.. prettier then you, how does that make you feel in public?" The interviewer continued, everyone on cast began to feel uncomfortable, Reneé looked more angry then I have ever seen, "Okay, first of all, my girlfriend is fine as fuck, secondly, i'm going to cut off your tongue if you ever speak my girlfriends name again."

She stands up and walks to you, taking your hand, and taking you back to the car, "I'm sorry that happened baby." She sighed, holding your face. You kisses her lips, "It's okay, thanks for defending me baby," She smiles, "I always will." She gets a notification from her phone, she takes it out of her back pocket and thats when she sees the wallpaper, she giggles, "I'm keeping this." you smile.

The notification was a text from Bebe, asking if you were okay, then the rest of the cast asked same thing, Reneé told them that you were okay and that the both of you were going to the hotel.

The night was spent with a lot of making out, watching movies and talking to each other, you could have never imagined spending your anniversary this way, and you loved every second of it.

#reneé rapp #renee rapp #lesbian #wlw post #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #regina george #fluff #gxg #imagine #oneshot #wlw #leighton murray

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neonghostlights · 6 months

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Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Actress!Reader (best friends to lovers-slow burn)

★ A/N: Whoop, Whoop. It’s almost time for the fluff. Not in this chapter though, please read the warnings.

★ Series Summary: It’s the ‘90s in LA and you and your best friend Eddie have both made it big. The following is a series of Interviews, News Reports and One Shots showing you and Eddie’s story throughout the years.

★Chapter Summary: Reader wakes up in the hospital and some confessions are made

★Warnings: READER IS IN AN VERBAL, EMOTIONAL, AND PHYSICALLY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP (not with Eddie) SOME OF THE ABUSE IS DESCRIBED, hospitals, IV, pain, injury, car accident, arrest, death, threats of killing someone and violence, drugs, angst. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS IS TRIGGERING AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I HAVE MISSED ANY WARNINGS (18 + ONLY MINORS DNI!!!!)

★Wordcount: 2.2k

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Chapter Eleven: Make It Go Away

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You had been asleep, at least you think you were. Everything had been a blur since you got pulled out of the car.

Your back hurt. Well, everything hurt but you could really feel your back aching against the hard hospital mattress. You knew there were worse things to worry about in your life right now than the comfortability of a hospital bed but you wanted to allow yourself a little moment of selfishness.

The nurses and doctors put stuff in your IV that made you feel warm and fuzzy. Whatever it was that they drugged you up with wasn’t strong enough to make all of the pain go away or for your mind to shut up.

You weren’t even sure how long you had been here.

Days? Hours? Weeks?

There wasn’t a point when you woke up suddenly. You had just gone from a state of slumber to waking gradually and slowly. You think that your brain was still thinking thoughts when you were supposed to be dreaming peacefully, making being awake right now even more disorienting.

You could remember the accident which you figured was a good sign. If you had brain damage you probably wouldn’t be able to recall the smell of alcohol on his breath or the way he was screaming in your face while speeding through traffic. You didn’t even realize that the car was going into the incoming traffic until you saw the headlights shining in your face.

And then that’s when the crash happened.

It was slow motion, the way the car hit the other car and then before you knew it your world was flipping.

People ask you a lot of questions after something very disorienting happens to you. The worst part is they expect you to know the answers.

You hummed a sigh, rubbing the scratchy blankets between your pointer finger and thumb. You’d have to make a donation to this hospital when you got out. You’d make sure to write on the check that it was specifically for them to get better sheets.

You laughed a little at the thought of it.

It was amazing how quiet it was here compared to how loud it was before. When you first got here there were a lot of people talking to you, shining lights in your face and poking and prodding you.

Then you got moved to whatever room you were in now. Now that you thought about it, you had to have passed out a few times because of the gaps in your memories.

You do remember the yelling though. Someone had been outside of your room yelling in what you had assumed was a hallway. You figured you would just check on them after your nap.

You went to sit up. Maybe you should check on them now. It seemed like the right thing to do after all of the damage you had caused.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t do this again here. Lay back down,” a voice commanded. You felt warm, calloused hands wrapping around your upper arms, guiding you back down to the bed.

You fought them, not liking the way they were making you move in the opposite direction than you wanted to go.

It reminded you of a lot of times Collins hands had been on you. It made you panic, your breath getting faster as you tried to struggle against him.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Please,” you cried, throat rawer than you had expected. You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for. The apologies had never worked before with him but it never hurt to try. Maybe he would show you some mercy after all you had been through.

The voice shushed you.

“Everything’s okay. I just don’t want you to rip out your IV.” It was soft voice, sleepy. It was gentleness and caring all wrapped into one. It was a sound you had heard all through childhood. It was a sound that you associated with home.

It wasn’t Collin.

It was Wayne.

“Wayne?” You croaked out, bleary eyes finally cracking open to take a look at the man. You felt the warmth pooling in your eyes and start to run down your cheeks at the thought of him being here.

“It’s okay, darlin. Don’t cry,” he said softly. You could barely make him out between your heavy eyelids and your tears. You felt a sob build up and release from your chest.

There was a knock on the door and a nurse popped in, speaking to Wayne in hushed tones instead of to you directly.

“Talk to me,” you begged through a whimper.

She told you what you already knew. That you had been in an accident and under some heavy medication but that you were okay. She said something about getting the doctor before she whisked out of the room quickly.

“He’s gone down stairs,” Wayne turned to you and said as soon as the door clicked shut. “He just had to go get something to eat and take care of a few things. It’s the first time he’s left you since he got here. He’s gonna be so torn up that you woke up without him here.”

You weren’t sure exactly who he was talking about but you nodded pathetically anyway.

You could see Wayne a little better now. It was dark in the room, making you think it was night time without even looking out of the window. There were little nightlights shining that gave just enough light to make out his face.

He looked tired, worn down. You hated to think you were the cause of his pain. He had more wrinkles than the last time you saw him, and a little less hair. How long had it been since you saw him? Years?

You opened your mouth to ask him the question that had been on your mind when the door opened again.

He looked even worse than Wayne. His hair was disheveled, eyes red and tired. You hadn’t seen him this messy since he got a stylist and publicist. His frame seemed so small, but his voice was undeniable.

If this was a trick of your brain it would be a sick one. You felt like you were in shock, floating out of your body at the sight of someone you had once known and loved so dearly.

But you knew all too well that that love never truly disappeared no matter how much you tried to avoid it.

“I-I heard the nurses talking and I tried to get back here as soon as I could. You’re awake for real this time,” he said as he approached your bed with a wobbling lip.

“Eddie?” You asked, thinking that this could be a dream. Waiting for the Eddie look alike to clarify that you were hallucinating and that Eddie wasn’t here nor did he care.

“Hi,” he said, confirming it was him as he took your hand in his shaking one. “How are you feeling?”

What a loaded question. How does one person feel after something like this? Was it more shocking to announce that you were more shocked to see Eddie here than to be waking up in a hospital bed.

“Confused,” you admitted, politely, like you were talking to an acquaintance and not like you were talking to your best friend of many, many years. “Why did you ask if I was really awake this time?”

Eddie bit his lip, staring down at where your hand fit into his. His thumb swiped a few times against the back of your hand and the gesture made you lower your guard slightly.

“You’ve done this a few times. You’ll wake up some and try to get out of bed or cuss me out.” Eddie smiled at what you were assuming was your choice of colorful language to throw at him. “But then you’d go back to sleep again for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You questioned, trying to push yourself up in the bed with the hand Eddie wasn’t holding onto. Your muscles trembled and protested, weak, so you gave up and laid your head back down on the pillow, turned to look at Eddie who was perched on the side of your bed.

Eddie and Wayne shared a look before Wayne spoke, “about three days.”

“Three days?” You repeated, shocked.

Eddie nodded slowly.

“Is he-,” you started but needed to swallow a bit before you could get the words out. Your mouth was horrendously dry, it felt like sandpaper and it wasn’t helping the heavy load of the words you were about to say. “Is Collin dead?”

Eddie gripped your hand a little tighter before letting it go. He ran a shaky hand through hair, not once but twice before he stood up and walked across the room.

“No. He’s not dead,” Wayne drawled from beside your bed, a concerned eye kept on you to judge your reaction.

“But he fucking should be,” Eddie scoffed from across the room, fists clenched in his side. “I wish I was able to get in that fucking place. I swear I would-”

“Eddie, that is enough,” Wayne demanded sternly, sending him a look that was silently telling him to shut up.

“Wait.” You tried to sit up again and Eddie was immediately at your side, setting the head of the bed up slightly and adjusting the pillows behind your back to make it easier for you.

“What do you mean? Where is he?”

“I’m gonna give y’all two a minute. This old man is gonna go get himself a cup of coffee,” Wayne said as he pushed himself up from the chair, grimacing from the pain in his knees from sitting for too long. “I’ll be back,” he said with a wave before walking out the door.

“Eddie,” you begged. “Please. Tell me.”

“He’s in jail,” he said carefully after he took the spot Wayne was in beside your bed. He reached for your hand again but you jerked away, trying to comprehend the words that were coming out of his full lips.

When you didn’t say anything, he kept going, “They took him for reckless driving, possession, driving under the influence and evading the police. I’m sure there will be more charges by the time it is all said and done.”

Your stomach turned. He had to be so mad, so mad at you. You had to get away. You couldn’t let him think that you had any part in this.

Eddie saw the panic clear on your face.

“Look at me,” Eddie demanded, voice frantic. “Has he been hurting you? Has this been going on the whole goddamn time?”

You looked at him, unsure if you should tell him the truth. It was obvious by the way you had reacted right? This wasn’t normal, none of it was. It felt strange for Eddie to not know what had been happening to you. It felt like everyone else in your circle knew but were bound not to say anything. But Eddie really hadn’t been a part of your circle in a long, long time.

It felt wrong to confirm it, fear gnawed in your gut that Collin would find out. That he would know that you had told and that your punishment would be severe.

He might really kill you this time.

Eddie knew what you were thinking. You knew he knew just by the look on your face and the fear in your eyes from being trapped in a body that was too weak to flee for safety.

He just wanted to hear you say it. He needed the confirmation to further torture himself.

Eddie could read you. He always had. Lying would be so pointless at this point.

“He left you there. Did you know that? He got out the fucking car with only a few scratches and ran. He didn’t care if the car was on fire or if you were inside. He didn’t care if he killed someone that night because he fucking ran. So don’t bother protecting him.”

“I’m not protecting him, Eddie. I’m trying to protect myself.” Your voice cracked at your admission, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Eddie was closer to you in an instant, hands wrapping around you as he pulled in close to him.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Eddie said, his own voice cracking and tears wetting your hair. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. I promise.”

“What are we going to do?” You asked, pulling away and looking into his tear soaked face. Your best friend looked like he had aged a lifetime from the worrying you had put him through. You had a feeling he had some stories of his own to tell from the time you had been apart. “I can’t go out there anymore. Everyone is going to know and I can’t take the way everyone is going to look at me or what everyone is going to say,” you were going frantic, realization setting in at what this meant for you, your image, and your career.

“I know what we’re gonna do. It’s not going to fix everything but it’s going to give everything time to calm down and give you time to heal,” Eddie told you, wide eyed.

“What?”

“We’re going to get out of LA. Just me and you.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson series #eddie munson angst #rockstar!eddiemunson x actress!reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie munson x actress!reader

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cutecatlov3r · 9 months

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my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

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rninies · 4 months

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✮ messy sleeper - aki hayakawa

synopsis: being a messy sleeper is tough. you'd sometimes kick aki or even slap his face because of your constant movements. but aki doesn't mind though.

warnings: fluff, really short, self-indulgent because im a messy sleeper 🙇🏻‍♀️, ooc aki?? i think — wc: 508

notes: first aki fic i hope this was to every aki lovers liking (i had to ask my mutuals on twitter about his personality because i didn't want to mess his character up 😭) tagging @riaki and @kissxcore teehee

aki is a heavy sleeper. he could sleep through thunderstorms, loud tv noises, loud neighbors, basically anything. however, the only thing he could not sleep through was you. aki, who is quite literally a rock when sleeping, could only be awakened by you. no, this doesn’t mean the “aki, wake up. it’s already late.” — it means the you constantly kicking his leg or smacking his face with your flailing hands.

today was no different. aki was awoken by your flailing hands once again, but this time, the only difference is that the blanket is missing.

“ow-” aki mutters as he forces himself to open his eyes. he groans removing your hands from your face. you are still sound asleep despite hitting aki in the face. “not again…” he looks at the clock and sighs at how early it is (he finally got a day off and had decided to wake up late today but you had other plans).

aki places a hand over his eyes, trying to fall back asleep but he can’t. so, instead of trying to sleep again, he forces himself to wake up and prepare breakfast for the two of you. he slowly rises from the bed, careful to not wake up.

about five minutes after aki left the room, you woke up. rubbing your eyes, you looked around, wondering where aki went. you were instantly relieved when you could smell bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen. you sluggishly walk down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen. “aki, what’re you doing up so early? i thought you-” a yawn escaped your mouth. “i thought you wanted to sleep in today.”

“well, that was the plan. but you-” aki stops, not wanting you to feel bad. “i wanted to make breakfast for us.”

you smiled lazily, still sleepy. “aw, that’s sweet, aki.” you walk up to him and grabbed his hand, making his attention shift to you. “but i know when you’re lying. tell me.”

aki sighs. “you smacked me in the face while you were sleeping. again.”

you stayed silent before bursting into laughter, clutching your stomach. “oh my god-” you wiped the tears away from your eyes. “again? aki, i’m so sorry.” you didn’t really seem sorry in aki’s eyes, from the way you laughed so hard. “how did the blanket end up on the floor? no wonder i was freezing.”

“you think?” aki frowns, still confused as to how you’re even asking him that question. “you think i kicked the blanket off of the bed?”

“well, no. but it was worth the shot.” you gave aki a cheeky smile. “wanted to see if you’d take the blame for me.” you teasingly gave aki a boop on the nose, laughing at how aki’s face changed into disbelief.

“you-”

“bacon and eggs for breakfast! you just know what i’m craving for the day, do you?” you say, quickly cutting him off.

aki sighs in defeat, unable to say anything else as he looks at you basically gleaming with happiness, a smile on his face.

#kylin.writes #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x you #aki hayakawa x y/n #aki hayakawa fluff #chainsaw man #aki #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man aki #csm #csm x reader #csm x you #csm x y/n #csm fluff #csm aki

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bebe-writes-stuff · 4 months

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Omgg hii i love love love ur page and ive been following for a while now yea😻 and i wanted to request a fic about Ran Haitani’s gf cooking something for him and he is NOT leaving her aline and it kind of a turns into a chaotic yet sweet moment🤭🤭 Its absolutely okay if u dont want to and u can just ignore this its okay i just wanted to ask anyways!!

Of course babes, I love you guys sm

Ran x reader, Chaotic but sweet love

It was always,

Hey, I got this for you.

I Thought you'd look cute in this so I got it.

Those reminded me of you so I ordered them.

It was his love language, you found yourself surrounded with gifts from Ran. He didn't twice before buying you something that made you smile. It was always worth it, the way you smiled and your eyes lit up at the sight. The way you would giggle before saying,

"Gosh, Ran, where am I gonna put all of this? I barely have space in my room. You're so adorable baby, thank you."

The way he would melt like an ice cream on a summer day, at your words. After that he'd buy you more gifts just so you can baby him and cuddle him. It was his favorite thing in the world. He loved sleeping but you know what's even better. Sleeping beside you and holding you. But, you needed to surprise him with something also. It couldn't be just him giving and never receiving any special event in return, right?

So, your first idea is to make him breakfast in bed! After sneaking out of bed, making sure to be extra quiet so as not to wake him up. You quietly sprinted to the kitchen to start on your surprise which unfortunately, didn't last long. Womp Womp

You were in the kitchen for quite some time, before Ran started to notice his empty bed and lost warmth. He moves his hand around searching for you, he huffs and puffs when he realizes he woke up in a bed without you. Throwing the covers to the side and setting up, he stretched and then it hit him, he smelled something...was something burning?

OHMYGOSH, WHAT HAPPEN I ONLY LEFT TO USE THE BATHROOM!!

Before you could do something, anything, you heard fast footsteps coming near you. You feel disappointed and downhearted when you realize what had started out as a cute surprise to repay your awesome boyfriend turned into an almost death by fire case on the news this morning.

"Y/n, what the hell is going on?" He sighed, still drowsy, as he put the fire out. He looked groggy and tired. You didn't mean to wake him up in such a bad way,

Despite your attempt to seem fine, the subtle quiver, an involuntary tremor that betrayed your underlying emotions. "Ran, I'm sorry. I just can't do anything right, can I."

That seemed to snap him out of it. With a compassionate gaze, he approached you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. The world faded away as the strength of the hug conveyed both solace and understanding. In that simple gesture, words became unnecessary, and the shared warmth offered a comforting haven.

"I just wanted to make you breakfast in bed, I didn't mean to wake up in such a horrible way, I'm really sorry." You muttered as you managed to say between short breaths and sniffles.

"You're so sweet." He leaned in, your lips meeting for a swift dance, It was a quick, stolen moment filled with the electricity of shared desire.

"Do you want me to help you? Can we make it together?" He suggested, cupping your face gently and squishing your cheeks.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes and sniffling one last time.

Some time later, you've come to regret ✨cooking with ran ✨ because what you didn't realize was Ran couldn't take anything seriously.

"Y/n, catch!" Ran who was Grinning mischievously, and his eyes sparkled with cheekiness as he threw you the eggs.

'Wait, NO!" You couldn't catch them in time earning a beautiful Picasso painting on your wall made of...eggs. your eye twitches involuntarily, a tiny but visible sign of growing irritation.

"Ran, get the fuck out." your brows furrowed, and a subtle scowl etched across your face as irritation took hold and you grabbed a wooden spoon.

"I'll give you until the count of three." You threatened,

He leaned against the fridge, a playful smirk on his face,

"No ♡"

You chucked the wooden spoon, earning a laughter from ran, that echoed, injecting a playful vibe into the atmosphere, turning even the mundane into a delightful game. Your awful aim didn't grant you any luck either, as the wooden spoon hit the milk carton causing it to splatter all over the floor.

"Fucking hell, that was too good, you should've seen your face...also you're totally gonna clean this up." He deadpanned when his laughter died out.

"Kiss my ass." You instantly replied.

"Heh, sure thing baby. You do have a nice backside." He winked, receiving your raised hand with a swift and deliberate motion, of flicking him off.

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goosetheluce · 4 months

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you're my home (lucy gray baird x fem!reader)

info: cussing, ever so slight angst, mutual pining, confession, reader is running from district twelve with lucy gray

a/n: it's not weird to have a crush on someone with the first name as you !! taylor swift and taylor lautner did it leave me alone

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you stirred from your rest at the bright sunbeams pouring through the trees. and maybe also lucy gray's insistent tugging and repetition of your name.

"holy shit," she grumbles, clearly dismayed. "wake up! we're almost there. gotta get moving."

" 'm up. lord."

you heaved a sigh and arched your back, a tight line of pops rushing down your spine. you took a deep inhale, eyes shutting again as you ran a hand along your fucked up, greasy hair.

traveling on foot for a week isn't the most flattering look.

when you peeled your eyes open, you were met with lucy gray's judging stare beating down on you. considering the way the corners of her lips twitched, though, you knew she couldn't stay annoyed at your heavy sleeping for too long.

"gimme a break, lucy gray. i'm not used to this," you rasped. you rolled out of your tent and lay dramatically on the forest floor. what's a little more dirt, anyway?

she scoffed and her radiance peeked through her exasperated face. the wide smile woke you up a little more.

"should've hung out with the covey more while we were still around the district," she scolds, grabbing your soft hands and wrapping them in hers to pull you to your feet. "might've taught you how to not be a baby."

"maybe. but i ran away with you, didn't i?" you retorted. "i think that makes me pretty grown."

lucy gray's playful smile faded into a more serene one. she simply gave a nod and stepped away, picking up her backpack.

"look what i found while you were asleep," she murmured. she pulled out eggs (poor mother bird), and a bundle of herbs for tea later. your mouth watered.

"no salt and pepper?" you teased, taking an egg and inspecting it. it was heavy. you were hit with homesickness as you remembered your kitchen, which sometimes struggled to stay stocked, but at least you had the chance for butter.

you both decided on soft-boiling the eggs in the tiny pot you begged lucy gray to pack before you ventured off. you sat and ate, peeling away the crackling shell and talking about the journey and whatever else before packing up and hiking through another day.

things were natural with her. hell, everything about her was natural. her beauty was untouched by the standards of the capitol and instead flourished freely. it was evident in the lively bounce of her dark waves and her sunkissed olive skin. you wondered when the last time was you looked in the mirror without picking everything apart, envying lucy gray's outward confidence.

"i still can't believe we're doing this," you spoke up, the silence becoming insufferable.

lucy gray turns her head to meet your eyes, her expression neutral. sweat pooled on her hairline and dripped down her temples. you knew if you reached out to touch her, her skin would be blazing with the power of the sun. good thing she doesn't burn.

"like, running away and all that. i thought i'd rot away in twelve for the rest of my life."

till i met you, you added on silently.

lucy gray laughed.

"a woman like you? naw, i had to steal you away. couldn't let such a beauty go to work in those damned mines."

"you really think i'm that much of a priss?" you sighed, batting your eyelashes at her sarcastically.

"oh, honey, i never said that. sometimes a girl just wants a treat for herself. so i got my treat."

you blamed the high noon for your feverish cheeks.

the minutes turned into hours, and the shadows stretched across the grass. laughter rang across the fields.

"your first kiss was billy taupe? he's so fucking boring, i'm sorry," you cackled, eyes shut tight from hysteria. "sadly for the rest of us, though...next to you, anyone is boring."

"what? first kisses aren't exactly known to be glamorous," lucy gray defended. "besides, i got the real deal after him."

"oh?" you perked up, voice stabilizing. "this mystery guy must be the reason your head was in the clouds...at least, according to maude."

suddenly, the happiness drained from her face. "for a while, i guess. wasn't worth it." you averted your eyes to the front of the scenery. your grip tightened around the straps of your backpack.

"you deserve better. you'll find someone. a hot guy from district four, maybe," you teased, nudging her arm with your elbow.

like me.

"oh, perfect, a fisher! don't even need to buy cologne for his birthday; it'd be useless against that rank," she remarks sourly.

you giggled as her teasing gaze met yours. your grin was mirrored, and you memorized the crevices of her smile lines. her eyes fluttered down to your lips for a brief moment before she cleared her throat and unraveled her map.

you let out a deep breath and looked around. you remembered when you first met lucy gray, frozen and terrified to see somebody else outside the limits of twelve. she eyed you warily from the lake, her lips parted and brow furrowed.

you realized you should probably say something to the girl in the lake, but you didn't know what. she waded toward you and began a less-than-friendly warning before you interrupted her.

"we don't have food. i'm just out here to gather some things."

the girl's voice halted and her shoulders reluctantly dropped from their defensive position.

"thank god."

"what are you doing in there? aren't you gonna get caught?" you inquired nervously, eyes flitting everywhere. the girl laughed brightly.

"those joke 'peacekeepers' don't care about anything that goes on past the fences. not even a covey girl swimming. scandalous, i know."

you stared as the sun washed over her soaked hair.

"lucy gray baird," she offered up her name. "but you can call me lucy gray. that's what all my friends call me."

"i'm..." you started, walking to the edge of the dock to meet her at the water.

she muttered something quietly, bringing you back to the present.

"what's that?"

"ah, just that we should stop here for the night. it's not a good idea to go through the forest in the dark. so easy to get lost," lucy gray corrects herself. you nodded and looked around for a spot.

"there looks good," you suggested, pointing to a spot under a lone cluster of trees. lucy gray hums in agreement before starting towards the spot, taking your hand in hers. your heart skipped.

the sky wept deep indigo, bleeding down into the horizon as the sun sank. insects chirped and buzzed, their calls flowing through the tree leaves and across the grassy plains. the fire was warm; the smell of roasted game and pungent tea carried away in the wind. lucy gray's wavy voice split the thick summer air pleasantly. your eyes stayed fixed on her. her dainty fingers held her tea. a sly smile painted her face.

"you stare a lot," she remarked. "you know that, right?"

your eyebrows raised a bit. you kept looking, wondering how she'd noticed and still hadn't even looked up to meet your gaze. until she did.

god, you loved the way her eyes looked like a cup of black coffee. the way your grandma used to make it. or maybe the tree bark you peeled away from a rotting trunk as a kid. the soil embedded between your fingers after a long day of work.

"i do know that," you responded a second too late. awkward delivery. you swallowed and looked into the towering coniferous forest. shadows crept from beneath the canopy and raised the hairs on the back of your neck.

"we should probably wrap it up soon," you insisted. "put out the fire, get to bed, all that." you picked at a scab till it flaked off.

lucy gray scoffed, setting her tea beside your backpacks.

"the sun is barely gone. just 'cause the birds are sleepin' don't mean we are."

you said nothing in return, still wary of the woods nearby. your fingers pressed firmly into the skin of your arms, which were rested on your knees. you sighed and put your head down.

you felt lucy gray's gaze burning into you. you felt the former scab swelling and the droplet of blood spilling down your arm.

"you messed with it too much. might get infected if we don't clean it," she asserted. you smiled with your head on your knees. lucy gray was making an excuse to touch you. you wondered silently if she felt the same intense heartrate, the same jolt of electricity every time your arms brushed as you hiked through the countryside.

away from all the rules.

you lifted your head and saw lucy gray hurrying back with a damp towel and honey. your brow furrowed.

"what's that for?"

she chuckled as she kneeled down to wipe away the blood and dirt with the towel.

"it'll keep that cut clean. antibacterial properties an' all. trust me."

your breath hitched as the towel made contact with your cut. the gentle sting of raw honey being spread across the wound is what snapped your drooping eyelids back open.

definitely not lucy gray's lips so close to you.

"...hey," she whispered.

"hi?" you responded, smiling a bit.

"it's alright if you're homesick. you can talk to me about it, if you'd like."

you breathed out a long sigh and pressed your forehead to hers. she hesitated before bringing her left hand to rest on the side of your face.

"lucy gray," you began, but struggled to finish. you pulled back slightly to make eye contact.

"i'm not that homesick. i have you," you whispered softly.

"you're my home."

you were met with a tense silence. you wanted to turn and run, because how could you be so stupid to tell her that, and you ruined the moment, and-

suddenly her lips are pressing gently into yours. your eyes widened. the taste of the tea she was drinking lingered on your tongue as she shuffled back.

"fuck! fuck, i'm sorry, i wasn't thinkin'," she apologized, voice shaking as she stared at you. she fiddled with her hands anxiously. you'd never seen her so flustered.

all you did was make your way back to her, cupping her face in a heavy kiss. you smiled against her, feeling her body relax into yours. her hands rested on top of yours before sliding comfortably onto your waist. she pulled back, jet black eyes bright with starlight and exhilaration.

"coming with you, getting away from twelve...it's been the best decision i ever made," you confessed, dropping your hands from her face and instead rubbing her arms. "i've wanted nothing except you for like, a year now."

"we've known each other for almost three years. i'm wounded," lucy gray teased, her fingers unsuccessfully smoothing the top layer of your hair.

"well, was i better than billy taupe?"

"quiet, you."

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#lucy writes #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x reader #tbosbas #tbosas #tbosas x reader #lucy gray x fem!reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #the hunger games

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miniwheat77 · 1 year

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Childhood trauma with 141 + König.

!CW! Abuse, trauma, neglect, lasting issues from a bad childhood, (sorry if I miss any.)

König:

König didn’t realize your behavior was out of the ordinary until the military forced him to go to behavioral classes. They went over all kinds of topics. The childhood trauma topic is what really made him perk up. König noticed this small thing with you pretty much immediately after you’d begun dating. While you were awake, you were normal. Casual, hugs and small kisses when nobody was looking, but when you were sleepy, or asleep. You cling to him. Like your life depends on it. You’re a bit of a crazy sleeper, so sometimes you’ll have a hold of some random part of his body. Like his foot, or his leg. But it’s usually his arm. Sometimes you’ll even hold his hand while you’re asleep. He always thought it was really sweet until he seen that video.

The first thing he did upon returning was cornering you to ask you. “Liebling, can I talk to you?” He mumbles. You nod your head with a smile. He walks toward you, thankful this was able to happen while the both of you were home from the military. “They spoke about childhood trauma today.” He mumbles. You nod your head, blood running cold. You knew what he was going to ask. “And.. the way you cling to me in your sleep. Is there something you’re not telling me?” He asks. You release a defeated sigh. “It’s nothing that important.. it’s just.” You pause. “When I was a kid, my dad wasn’t all that nice and my mom slept in my room because he wouldn’t hit her when I was around. I always fell asleep holding onto her for safety and comfort, and… I fell asleep holding onto her one night and when I woke up, she was gone. That was when I was 5. I never seen her again.” You look down. König feels his heart break. Grasping your wrist and pulling you into him to hug you tightly. “Ich werde dich nie alleine lassen” he whispers it into your ear and he can feel you relaxing into him. “I love that you hold onto me. I will keep you safe.” He breathes. Feeling you tighten your grasp around him.

Ghost:

Ghost could pick up on trauma pretty easily because he had a lot of his own trauma responses. You always talked a lot about how you seemed to have a pretty good childhood for the most part, but you did something that made him wonder what actually happened during your childhood. The first fight the both of you had shared was pretty brutal. A lot of hurtful words were spoken and when Ghost came to you to apologize the following day, you wouldn’t say it back. No matter what, you wouldn’t apologize for anything. Ghost took everything you said with a grain of salt, but he secretly hated that you wouldn’t apologize when you said hurtful things. After a particular fight, he seen a certain look in your eyes. He seen the pain in them. You didn’t like saying hurtful things. But he could tell this is what you were used to. For some reason, you believe it was fight, never flight. During one particular night in with him, the both of you laying comfortably in your shared bed, he decided to bring it up.

“Why don’t you ever say sorry?” He asks. You turn to look at him. Sending him a weird look. “What?” You ask. You’re completely confused. “You know.. sometimes when we fight and I apologize, you never do.” You look confused. “Oh.. I didn’t realize I did that.” You laugh awkwardly. “I’m sorry Ghost. I just.. it’s a bad habit that my family had when I was growing up.” Your cheeks are red, and he can see that you feel bad. “It’s okay.” He slides his hand along your hip and pulls you into him. “We’re going to work on everything together so that you’re comfortable. You help me get over my identity crisis, I help you learn empathy.” He laughs. You look up at him. “I think as long as we have each other, the rest will be easy.” You laugh. “I think so too. I’m sorry that your parents never apologized to you.” He breathes. “It’s okay. I can fix that, but I can’t fix what I say to hurt you.” You breathe. He rolls his eyes. “I’ll be just fine sweetheart. We have each other now.”

Captain Price:

Before the two of you started a relationship, he caught on to something pretty quickly. You dropped a piece of paper during a meeting, and Captain Price picked it up, handing it to you. You flinched when he held it out for you. Trying to play it off and thanking him. Anytime he’d reach his hand out for something, you’d flinch away from him. He picked up on a few more signs here and there, when everyone else would go home, you’d always stay back. Saying you’ll keep an eye on the base for everyone. It was during a family gathering the task force had, a dinner to invite families to, where Captain Price seen it. He met your father, shook his hand. Through the entire night, he noticed the way you’d flinch under any slight movement he made. At the end of the night, Captain Price told him to leave, and that he wasn’t welcome anymore. You were surprised and so was your father. Captain Price had no idea about your past.

That was the night you opened up to him about everything. The abuse, how you joined the military to escape from it. Tried everything to make your father proud but it never worked. You spent the entire night laid up in bed with Captain Price, and that’s when you confessed your feelings for one another. Under the sheets, no clothing. He stared at you, perfect toned body, lower half hidden underneath silk sheets. He caressed your cheek, reassuring you. He had himself propped up as he looked at you. Hair sprawled across his pillows. “You didn’t deserve that. And I would never raise my hand at you, not ever. And I won’t let anyone else hurt you. Never again.” He mumbles, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled up at him. Having to explain this is the first time a man has ever been kind to you. It broke him inside. It really did. But he’d always be there for you. For every step of the healing process. No matter what. After that night, he was different around you. Way more protective. Anytime you flinched for any reason, he pulled you into his side, or pulled you behind him during drills when you were uncomfortable. He always did his very best to make sure you were comfortable, and you couldn’t be more thankful for that.

Soap:

Soap noticed that you were able to memorize a lot of things about the others on base. It started with their tone of voice, you’d joke about your Captains tone of voice. Laughing and saying he seemed pissed about something. You could tell just by the tone of voice what kind of mood they were in, and Soap found it odd because he couldn’t tell. When the two of you started sneaking around together, during the night when you heard footsteps passing your room, he would tense up and you would reassure him. Saying “it’s just Ghost, don’t worry.” Of course he’d ask how you knew, and you’d say by the sound of the footsteps. Eventually he caught on too. He ended up coming across a video online about common trauma responses in adults from their childhood and that was a big one. He wondered what had gone on in your childhood for you to develop a response like that. Sometimes when you heard specific footsteps, you’d tense up, or scramble to get rid of whatever you’re doing.

During one night when you were with Soap, he decided to ask about it. You were sitting at your desk and he was laying in your bed. “Sorry to interrupt your work lass, but I have a question.” He mumbles, sitting up on your bed. “Yeah what’s up?” You turn to him. Spinning in the chair. “Well.. you know how you memorize certain things?” He asks. You look at him confused. “Like footsteps? Or a tone of voice?” He asks. “Yeah?” He nods his head. You’re following him. “I read online that that’s a common trauma response. Were your parents mean to you when you were a kid?” He asks. You smile. “I wouldn’t say mean. Just strict. I memorized their footsteps so that if I was up to no good or needed to hide something, I knew who it was. And I could usually tell by their footsteps if they were coming to yell at me, and I could tell by their tone of voice if they were mad or not so that I could avoid them.” You explain. He nods his head. It’s almost as if it’s clicking in your own head as the realization washes over your face. He reaches out, grasping the chair and sliding you toward him. “Nothing to worry about now, I’ve got you. If anyone treats you like that, they’ll have to face me.” He pulls you into him, kissing you.

Gaz:

You and Gaz started out as really good friends. Somehow you were always paired with him on missions and you got along with him really nicely. During one mission, you and Gaz had gotten stuck somewhere for a couple days, and took turns taking watch. While you were asleep, Gaz accidentally slammed a door shut, and you jolted awake. Looking around in a panic. He reassured you that it was just him, and that it was an accident. He assumed it was just the mode you were in from being in the military. But you had this habit anywhere you were, and it was only certain noises. Doors slamming, glass breaking, heavy footsteps. Gunfire and bombs never seemed to bother you, and that’s where Gaz was confused. You slept like a rock through gunfire. You might wake up here and there from a bomb, but never like you had that night when he accidentally slammed the door. When the two of you ended up together, he noticed small signs more and more and one night as he went to fall asleep, he put two and two together.

He corners you one night on watch, and asks you. With a sigh, you confess that your parents fought a lot when you were a kid, and you could tell your dad was home because of the door slamming and heavy footsteps and when they’d fight, your mom would break dishes and throw stuff. Sometimes when they took their anger out on you, your door would open and you’d wake up immediately. Gaz comforted you and reassured you, obviously. But he knew it would take time for you to feel better. That same night, he was laying next to you. He’d snuck into your room and you had fallen asleep a few minutes earlier. The sound of a door slamming shut outside had you awake in a panic. Gaz reached a hand out, caressing your arm. “Hey, it’s just one of the others. Relax.” He mumbles. You nod your head, laying back down. He pulls you into him, running a soothing hand through your hair in an attempt to calm your racing heart. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’ve got you now.” He mumbles. You relax almost immediately, falling back asleep. He needed to sneak back to his room soon, but he just can’t yet. He hates leaving you alone to worry. He hates seeing you like that. Something so small throwing you into such a panic. But he’ll always be there to calm you.

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YOU ARE PERFECT TO ME

Pairing: Hwang Hyunin x Afab! Plus Size Reader Request: Yes Warning: Story will contain mature theme's. Unprotected Sex. Oral (F receiving) Minors DO NOT READ. Word Count: 3.5k ( i got carried away omg ) Disclaimer: This is purely fiction.

You and Hyunjin had been dating for over a month and in all that time you never understood why he wanted to be with you. Growing up you had never been the skinniest. You were always wide and always curvy. You got heavier during the beginning of college but it never really bothered you, not until he came into your life.

You met purely by accident, he almost ran you over as he was rushing to his art class. It was love at first sight for you, your eyes locked with one another as he shouted sorry and continued to run to his class. You later found out he was friends with one of your classmates, Felix, and that he was an art major. Felix could tell you were smitten, but you constantly denied it.

Hyunjin was completely out of your league and you didn't stand a chance. Or so you thought. Felix kept pushing for to hang out with him, mainly because you both got along so well but in turn that meant meeting all his friends as well. You got along well with everyone but you were always shy and guarded around Hyunjin. You didn't want to make it obvious you liked him. But everyone could see right through it. You just hope Hyunjin didn't.

But Hyunjin also didn't like that you kept your distance with him either. He was determined to get you to open up to him. He was persistent. He would wait for you outside of class to walk with you in the hallways, constantly ask you to hang out without everyone else. But you would always do your best to avoid him. It frustrated Hyunjin to no end because just like you it was love at first sight for him.

One night you were forced by the guys to go to a party. You were never the partying type. You stood in a corner by yourself and watched as so many girls threw themselves at Hyunjin. You couldn't bare the sight and tried to distract yourself with alcohol. At a certain point you were approached by a male you didn't know. He had a creepy smirk on his face as he tried to get you to dance with him. You tried hard to push him away and tell him you weren't interested, but the guy didn't take no for and answer.

"Didn't you hear her? She said no asshole." You looked up to see Hyunjin seething at the guy. "Back off." He spat out. The male just laughed and pulled you close to him which made you shake and look to Hyunjin, your eyes full of fear.

"You back off." The drunken male laughed as you tried to wriggle out of his grip. "It's not like she's yours anyway." You looked up and the expression on Hyunjin's faced terrified you. He reached for your arm and pulled you out of the mans grasp and into his arms.

"She is mine." He growled out. You eyes widened at his words and you looked up at Hyunjin in shock. "She has always been mine. So leave before I fucking make you." Your heart was pounding and you started to feel dizzy, you didn't know if it was from the alcohol or from the words that just fell from his lips. The male raised his hands up in surrender and backed off.

"H-Hyunnie." You whispered out. He looked down at you, his angered gaze was gone and replaced with softness and concern. "Get me out of here please." You begged softly. You needed air, you needed to get out of there. Hyunjin didn't hesitate and picked you up bridal style. He called out to Chan and Felix to let them know he was taking you to his apartment to rest.

You didn't remember much after that. Next thing you knew the sun was hitting your eyes and you woke up in a bed you weren't familiar with. You're clothes were thankfully still on you which made you sigh in relief. You looked around and saw your cellphone on the nightstand next to a glass of water, tylenol and a note.

For the headache xx - Hyunnie

That's when you remembered all that had happened the night before. You're face flushed with embarrassment and you took the tylenol quickly and drank the water. He took you to his apartment, you were in his bed. Your heart was pounding. You sighed and brushed your fingers through your hair as you tried to think of what to do.

"Oh good you're up." You turned your head to see Hyunjin leaning against the door frame with a soft smile. You kept your eyes on your hands as your face turned so red.

"Hi." You squeaked out. You saw him approach you from the corner of your eye. He sat beside you and you looked up at him nervously. "Thank you.. for stopping that guy last night." You bit her lip and looked down at your hands. "And for bringing me here, you didn't have to do that." He gently reached out for your hand and gave it a soft squeeze. Your heart almost leapt out of your chest.

"I wasn't going to let someone touch what was mine." He said softly and looked up at him with wide eyes. He did it again. He called you his. Your look of confusion and fear made him laugh.

"W-Why do you keep saying that? Why did you say that in front of everyone last night?" You asked quietly. "Everyone's going to get the wrong idea. You wouldn't date someone like me, I don't deserve someone like you. So stop saying that." You felt tears falling down your cheeks and his smile immediately dropped. You pulled your hand away from his and quickly got out of the bed. "I'm going to go, thank you again Hyunjin." You went to grab your phone but Hyunjin stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist. You tried to pull away but he pulled you to him, making you fall back on the bed.

"You think I care what they think Y/N?" He breathed out as he hovered over you. "You were mine from the first moment I saw you and I know you agree." He caressed your cheek and wiped away the tears from your eyes. "You tried so hard to hide it, so hard to stay away. But I could see it. I could see you want me just as badly as I want you. I can't hold back anymore."

He pressed his soft lips to yours in a deep and passionate kiss. That was they day you became his and the day your insecurities began to eat you alive. You two never went further than kissing, you were too scared to show him anything beneath your clothes. But Hyunjin was so patient and kind. He never pushed you or made you feel like he didn't want you because of it.

One month later, as you two walked the halls hand in hand, you could feel others staring at you. It's been this way since the moment you officially started dating. Usually you tried your best to ignore the looks and the whispers but today it was getting to you. You pulled your hand away as you heard a group of girls whispering and giggling. Saying how it must be a joke, or that you were paying him to be with you. The boys making comments wondering how he would even want to have sex with you. It was true, how would you ever be so intimate with how hideous you look? You looked at him and forced a smile on to your lips.

"I'll see you later." You breathed out before rushing past him. You didn't kiss him goodbye like you normally would or tell him you'll miss him. You ignored him as he called after you, the tears flew down from your cheeks. You couldn't help but agree with everyone, you didn't deserve him. He deserved someone much more beautiful, someone flawless and perfect like him. You didn't even show up to class. You sent a mass email to all your professors saying that you didn't feel well and went back to your apartment.

When you got home you went into the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror, the tears were pouring down at this point. Your hands reached for your large stomach and you stared at it in disgust before letting out a sob. This was never going to get easier for you , you were never going to be pretty or good enough for him. He deserved better and you weren't going to let him lose his chance of finding someone who truly deserved him. You took out your phone to see a bunch of missed calls and texts from Hyunjin and the boys. You let out a shaky breath and clicked on Hyunjin's name.

We can't see each other anymore. I'm sorry.

You typed out the message and hit send. You shut your phone off as you choked on a sob. You stripped out of your clothes and changed into your favorite pair of sweats before crawling into bed. You spent the rest of the day crying to the point of exhaustion. You didn't want to let him go, but you had to. You didn't deserve him, you didn't deserve anyone. You passed out from exhaustion curled up in your bed.

Hyunjin didn't hesitate to leave school and show up at your apartment. He banged on the door and called out your name desperately praying that you would answer. He kept calling your cell even though it went to voicemail. You woke up eventually from hearing him, but you couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed or respond to him. He stayed there for a few hours, but then suddenly you heard your door unlock and your eyes widened.

"Fuck." You hissed. "Channie must have given him my spare key." Within seconds he was standing in front of you. His eyes red and broken, puffy from crying himself. He was trembling as he stared at you. The sight only brought tears back into your eyes. "H-Hyunnie please leave." You choked out as you slowly got out of the bed. "G-Give me the key and leave." "No." He breathed out. "Not until you explain to me what happened today." He moved closer to you. You stepped back wanting to keep your distance from him. Your eyes stayed on the ground. You couldn't bare to look at him.

"Leave Hyunjin." You begged softly. "P-Please just leave. It's over. It was never going to work." Your lip trembled as you looked up at him brokenly. He shook his head and stared at you, his eyes begging you to stop and change your mind. "You hear what they say whenever we are seen in public. The whispers of disgust. I am not good enough for you Hyunjin." You choked out. "I'm this fat, disgusting, hideous thing and you... you're perfect. You deserve perfect." Hyunjin couldn't believe the words that were coming out of your mouth. He shook his head and stormed over to you. He pressed you against the wall and pressed his forehead to yours.

"You are PERFECT to me." He whispered as he caressed your cheek. "Every curve, every stretchmark, every inch of you inside and out is perfect Y/n." He cupped your face in his hands gently and looked deep into your eyes. "I love you and I am never letting you go. Never do you understand me?" He didn't wait for your response, he pressed his lips to yours desperately as he pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours. You tried your best to push him away but he wasn't budging and soon all your wanting of him to leave was gone. You kissed him back with just as much desperation as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You both spent a long time there against the wall kissing until your lips were swollen and you had to pull away. But even then his lips didn't stay too far. He panted into your lips and nipped at him, earning a whimper from you. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll leave. Tell me you don't love me too." You wished you had the strength to lie to him, but you couldn't. You stayed silent as your heart started to take over all the thoughts in your head. He picked you up from the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist as he pressed you against the wall again. His groin rocked against you as he nipped at your lips. "If you can't do that, then I am not leaving and I am going to show you how much I love you." He growled softly. He rocked against you again and you gasped into his lips.

"You're mine." He growled out. "Say it princess." You whimpered and pulled him closer to kiss his lips feverishly. You could feel an ache start to heat up at your core, an ache you knew only he could relieve.

"I'm y-yours." You whispered into his lips. He carried you to the bed and laid you gently on it, his hands played with edge of your sweatpants. He looked deep into your eyes, asking for permission. You nodded and he didn't hesitate to rip them off you. His eyes stared at your drenched pussy and spread your legs wide to get a better view. You couldn't stop yourself from hiding your face in your hands.

You didn't want to see his reaction, scared that he was looking at it in disgust. But you were so wrong. He stared at it hungrily, like a predator ready to devour his prey. He stripped himself of his shirt before diving in between your legs. You cried out as you felt his tongue lick along your drenched folds and your face blushed a deep red. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you looked down at him. His eyes stared at you, dark and full of lust.

"You taste so perfect princess." He whispered softly as his tongue began to lick at your clit. You whined at the feeling and arched your back. "I need that hoodie off princess, I want to see all of you." You shook your head, too scared to do so, you were afraid of his reaction. He slowly climbed over you and looked into your eyes softly. "Please love, let me see you. Let me love all of you." He begged. You raised your arms up and closed your eyes as he pulled the hoodie off of you. You were now completed exposed to him and too scared to open your eyes.

You gasped softly as you felt his lips on your stomach, kissing every inch of it. He kissed up until he was at your large breasts, one hand massaged the left one as he took the right one into his mouth. You whined at the feeling and arched off the bed. Your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he sucked on your nipple like he had been starved for days. His other hand then proceeded to slip down between your legs and slip into your folds. You choked on air as you felt his long finger push into you and begin to pump slowly. His thumb brushed against your clit making you moan loudly and rock into his hand. He looked up at you, his eyes full of hunger and longing.

"You're so fucking stunning princess." He whispered softly and pressed his forehead to yours as he added a second finger in you. "So god damn beautiful and all mine." He nipped at your lips and curled his fingers inside you. You squeaked and arched into him as you felt his finger brush against a certain spot. "Who do you belong to?" He asked softly as his fingers brushed rapidly against it. "Who does this beautiful body and tight pussy belong to?" You sobbed at the feeling of his fingers and clung to him.

"H-Hyunnie." You choked out. "I b-belong to you." You whined and rocked into his hand. He smirked and moved down between your legs taking your clit into his mouth and devouring it like a child eating his favorite ice cream. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling as you cried out his name over and over.

"It's okay princess, I've got you." He whispered into your folds as he continued to devour you. He added a third finger, stretching you, prepping you for what was to come. He groaned as he felt you clench around him. He began to pump his fingers at fast pace. He wanted intently as you writhed against his hand and whimpered out his name. He wanted to watch every single facial expression as you came undone on his fingers.

The sight of your body shaking and your eyes rolling back made his cock twitch with need. He helped you ride your high and then pulled his fingers out gently groaning as he licked them clean. He stood up at the edge of the bed and pushed his pants and boxers down to the ground, revealing his large and hard cock. You whimpered at the sight, your legs spread wider in reaction and he almost came at the sight.

"See what your body does to me princess?" He asked as he hovered over to you. "See how hard I am for you?" You whimpered at his words and looked into his eyes pleadingly, begging him to put himself inside you. He brushed his tip along your soaked folds and whimpered at the feeling. The sound of him whimpering only making you more aroused. "Tell me what you want princess." He ordered softly as his tip teasingly pressed against your hole.

"H-Hyunnie please, please make me yours." You begged softly. He nodded and slowly thrust himself inside you. Your eyes widened and you cried out at the feeling. He leaned down and kissed you. "You're doing so well princess, you're taking me so well." He pushed until he was completely inside you and groaned at the feeling. He laid flush against you and kissed your forehead gently. "I'll go slow at first, if it hurts tell me." You could only nod in response as you felt him begin to slowly and gently rock his hips into yours. You're eyes fluttered closed and your fingers dug into his back. He mewled at the feeling and buried his face into your neck.

"Y-Y/n, god princess you're so fucking tight." He whimpered into your neck. You shivered and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands lifted your legs up higher into the air but kept your legs spread wide for him. A filthy moan left your lips as you felt him go deeper.

"H-Hyunnie." You cried softly. "Don't stop please." You whimpered as you pulled his face up to kiss him deeply. His thrusts became rougher as time progressed, his primal side taking over as he began to pound into you, each thrust making you sob out for him. "I love you!" You cried softly.

"I l-love you princess. Fuck I love you so much." He whispered into your lips as his cock made a mess of you. He pulled out of you and moved you to lay on your stomach. He growled and nipped at your beautiful plump ass, his hands roamed it and pulled it up so you were arched perfectly for him. He lined himself up and slammed deep inside you, crying out loudly at the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly.

You cried out in ecstasy as he pounded roughly into you from behind, your face buried in the pillow and your fingers clawed at it. You found yourself pushing back against him, your hips meeting his thrusts each time. This caused you both to whimper and whine for each other as the sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room. You could feel yourself getting close to your climax again, you clenched around him and whined like a cat in heat begging to be bred.

"H-Hyunjin." You sobbed out. He quickly turned you back onto your back and slammed right back into you. His eyes never left yours as his cock pounded violently inside you. His cock began to twitch and throb inside you.

"Look at me princess, look at me as we cum together." He pleaded. He pulled you close and pressed his forehead against yours. "Cum with me." He whimpered out, his words sending you over the edge. Your eyes never left his as you both came undone together, the pornographic cries that left Hyunjin's were so beautiful to hear.

You clung to each other, panting heavily as you felt his seed fill you up. You whimpered softly and pressed your lips to his. He kissed back feverishly and pulled out gently. You both laid there, exhausted and tangled in each other as his fingers brushed through your hair.

"Don't you ever try and push me away like that again." He begged softly as he kissed your forehead. "I will always love you, no matter what anyone else thinks. I'm yours Y/n. I always will be."

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Genius

Summary:

After Lily breaks her iPhone, she finds herself at the Genius Bar on Valentines Day, and an old flame is there to help her in all things technology and romance.

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Marlene McKitten: babes you're missing out on blackberry margs!!

Lily Evans: I’m sorry! It was the only time I could schedule a time for my phone to get fixed!

Marlene McKitten: you just hate me, its okay, you can say it

Lily Evans: you’re a drama queen, Marlene McKinnon

Marlene McKitten: you love me anyways…find me a hot date at the apple store so I can get discounts!!

Lily Evans: if I find a hot guy he’s mine for the night

Marlene McKitten: further proof that you hate me

Lily Evans: I’m here. … Pray this doesn’t take five hours and I can come meet you for drinks.

Marlene McKitten: how hard will it be to replace a screen? … I bet I could do it myself with youtube and a little superglue

Lily did not reply back to her friend, she didn’t have the heart to tell Marlene that superglue and youtube weren’t the answer for everything. Even if superglue had proven effective at keeping Lily’s favorite mug together after it broke in the dishwasher.

Lily just couldn’t believe she was spending her free time at the Apple Store because she'd somehow cracked her phone screen. In all her years of owning a phone, of course it would be the most expensive phone she’d ever had that broke. Even her flimsy flip phone had been more sturdy than her iphone.

“Hi, are you here for an appointment?” A scrawny kid about her age asked, holding the iPad too close to his face as he approached her near the front doors.

Lily nodded quickly. “Yeah, Lily Evans, for a screen repair.”

“Gotcha.” The kid's nametag read ‘Peter,’ and he barely looked up at her as he typed away on his screen. “I checked you in; just go wait at the Genius Bar.”

“Thanks.”

Lily maneuvered around the cramped store, sighing all the while as she made her way to the Genius Bar. It was rather depressing to be alone on Valentine's Day, but it was almost extra disappointing that she’d had to skip lunch with her girlfriends to come here. Lily couldn’t believe she was missing out on the tacos at Casa Grande, a tradition that went all the way back to Uni. She nervously picked at the crack on her screen, most annoyed that she’d somehow forgotten to add the screen protector when she got her new case two months ago. Another sigh escaped her lips before she finally took a look at her surroundings.

There were three boys at the counter, each of them so different from the other. The first, on Lily’s left, was a bloke with a leather jacket, emitting a touch of emo metal head from his persona. The one on the right definitely looked like he belonged at the Genius Bar in the Apple Store, thanks to his perfectly pressed sweater vest and nicely combed hair. The man leaning against the table opposite Lily, typing into his iPad, was a sporty-looking bloke wearing slacks with a rumpled button-down shirt.

She thought to herself, Actually, no, that sporty bloke looks really familiar… Oh.

It hit her like a freight train.

She couldn’t remember his name for the life of her, but he’d somehow gotten hotter in the year since they graduated from college. It’d been almost that much time since they’d danced at a party, stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, and he’d fucked her on his bed. Not even a quick go. No, she had woken up in his bed to find his arms around her, her clothes all over the room, and her phone dead from going all night without a charger.

He’d been such a gentleman when he woke up. He had practically stumbled over his words when he realized she was there, in his bed, naked with him. They had both been drunk, so even he admitted it had probably been a bad idea. They’d parted ways an hour later, Lily promising that she’d be okay to walk back to her dorm, and he had let her go so she assumed he really hadn’t wanted anything more than a once go in the sheets.

More than once, she'd thought about this bloke, wondering what happened to him.

His black hair was in a mess of waves around his head, and he didn't look up from his iPad as she stared in shock. She didn’t know what she’d say to him if they did make eye contact. The last thing she’d said to him was ‘thanks for the sex’ which somehow grew more and more embarrassing the longer she sat here and recalled it. She kept picturing his naked body in that bed in the morning. What would she say if he looked up right now and she was there remembering the contours of his body?

Hi, I almost didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.

She’d save that gem for later.

Probably never.

Lily felt disappointed as he walked away without looking up, disappearing through a door that likely led to the back. Her heart slowed in her chest, just slightly, but she felt like her throat was drier than the desert. She cleared it twice, earning a look from the guy in the sweater-vest, but he just went back to his task at hand.

Since the other two men at the Genius Bar were preoccupied, she took that to mean she was going to have to wait for help. She checked her Tumblr, finding nothing of consequence, just some idiots in her ask box telling her to eat dirt and choke on it. A usual occurrence on her blog thanks to internet trolls with nothing better to do than hate strong women like Taylor Swift and Captain Marvel. Lily was fully convinced people just liked to find something to complain about. She tried really hard not to complain or take anything a bunch of internet ghosts said to heart. She scrolled through her favorite Taylor Swift blog and saw there had been a new song mashup released. She wished she had brought her headphones so she could at least listen to the music while she waited.

London Boy crossed with This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things would be absolutely disastrous and she was here for it. She reblogged it for later, then exited out of the app, settling for people watching instead.

Around her, couples were looking over new computers, AirPods, and various other electronics. All the girls wore really pretty dresses, and all the partners kept one firm arm around each other's waists. Lily’s dress was pretty too, and she played with the edges of the corset cut as she stared at the door through which the fit bloke had disappeared.

Had he spotted her and run? Did he remember her? Did he forget her? She wasn’t sure what would hurt her more, if he walked away because he saw her and remembered her, or if he walked away because he forgot about her.

Lily wasn’t a bragger, but she knew for a fact he had fun with her a year ago. She remembered enough of that night to know that he’d been really, really enjoying it. Not many men would get between her legs for her, and very few actually made her scream. No, he’d been one of two, and he’d been the best of all.

Lily crossed her legs, trying to ignore the heat gathering on her face (and in other places) as she recounted that night. Sadly, her body wasn’t listening to her imploring thoughts. She felt like a damn animal in heat, the way her entire body was strung up, waiting for his reappearance.

Beside her, the emo guy helping the old Lady change her voicemail sent her a sidelong glance randomly, and Lily felt a blush raise on her cheeks when his eyes grazed up and down her body as if he were checking her out. She didn’t drop his gaze, and instead offered him a smile. His gray eyes snapped back to the old lady and spoke to her in a smooth tone that didn’t seem the least bit flustered.

She looked down at her candy-colored nails, the pink already chipping from scrubbing her hands too much at work. The phone on the table in front of her buzzed with a text from her girls' chat. Marlene sent a photo of a plate of tacos in the shape of a heart. Lily smiled and opened her phone, hearting the photo. As she did so, the grandmother finished her session and walked away, leaving the emo kid free. Lily looked up from her phone quickly, expecting him to turn to her, but instead, he had his back turned to her as he talked into his headset.

“No, I won’t stall for you—Prongs! Don’t argue with me.” He sounded stressed, as if whoever was on the other end was ruining his life. “Then get out here, you idiot.”

Whoever was on the other end was clearly addressing the whole store through that headset, as Lily witnessed the sweater vest-wearing, scrawny boy, and the long-haired brunette nearby all turning to send looks in Emo’s direction with raised brows. Lily couldn’t help but feel as if they were all looking at her too, despite her not being privy to the conversation happening.

“Hi,” someone touched Lily’s shoulder from behind, making her turn in surprise.

A baby-faced woman with bubblegum-pink hair smiled kindly. “Have you been checked in?”

“Oh,” Lily blinked owlishly, feeling stupid for thinking everyone was looking at her. “Uhm, yes, Lily Evans? Screen repair?”

“Our screen repair guy is stuck on the phone with a customer in the back,” she said cheerily, “but he should be out soon.”

“Oh, there’s a guy?” Lily said in surprise. “I thought screen replacements were kinda a universal genius bar thing.”

“Oh, we can all do it,” The girl’s name tag told Lily her name was Tonks, “but someone called dibs already.”

“Dibs?” Lily didn’t miss that Emo kid was cackling as he typed something into his iPad.

“Did I say dibs?” Tonks put a finger on her lips. “I meant he was assigned to you by the boss.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“He is.”

Suddenly, the door behind them slammed open, and a body stumbled out quite dramatically. Lily perked up at the sight of the familiar form. Sporty boy was back! His black hair was even more wild around his head, as if he’d been running his fingers through it non-stop since he’d disappeared. His glasses were skewed too, but it only made him so much more attractive, to see how flustered he was.

Tonks peered around Lily’s shoulder, her pink hair falling into her eyes. “Smooth entrance, Potter.”

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Nymphadora,” Potter said. “I can take her from here.”

Lily’s eyes traced his tall form, realizing it had been a long time since she’d been able to admire it. When her gaze returned to his face, her eyes met brown orbs that looked delighted to know she’d been openly checking him out. Lily’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She brushed nervously at her red curls, biting her lip as James waltzed over to her at the bar, leaning against it so he was only a foot or so away from her.

“Hi,” his voice was smooth, like an ASMR streamer. “I’m James Potter.”

“Hi,” she almost choked on her own spit. “Hi.”

James’ fingers trailed along the edge of the bar, casual yet deliberate, as he said, “I heard you rang for a genius?”

Lily’s mouth quivered when she heard Tonks sigh loudly. The emo guy slammed his palm against his head, as if James had embarrassed them all. Sweater vest physically gagged. James just kept smiling at her though, as if he could tell she was attracted to him regardless of his cheesy pickup lines. And it was true, she was.

“I heard you are the only one in this store who can help me,” Lily flirted, watching his eyes light up at the challenge. “I had no idea you were so important.”

“Me either, to be honest.” He placed his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow against the bar. “What was your name again?”

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear. “Lily Evans? We met about a year ago at a party.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he replied smoothly, “Oh, I remember how we met, it was just your name that escaped me last year.”

The blush was uncontrollable now as she reached out a hand for him to shake. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You have no idea how nice it is to see you again.” James’ grin grew wider. “And on Valentine's Day, no less.”

"I know how to make an entrance." She managed weakly.

James' eyes were molten gold mixed with green flecks, "you sure do, especially in that dress."

“Get a room,” the guy in the sweater vest muttered.

“How about yours, Remus?” James shot back, a bite in his tone.

Remus pretended to be interested in his customer's macbook in response. When Lily looked back at James, she felt a punch to the gut as she saw nothing but pure lust in his eyes. She could practically pinpoint where his mind had dropped, thanks to his eyes staring at her breasts, which were practically popping out of the corset cut top of her dress.

“Like what you see?” She asked boldly.

"Yes." He cleared his throat, and her eyes dropped to his mouth when he licked his lip and then curled the edges up to smile confidently.

Hazel eyes.

His eyes were hazel, and she’d forgotten that, so now all her memories were being replayed with coy hazel eyes that undressed her without even trying. He wasn't even trying to hide it, especially not right now.

“Well, what can I help you with today?” James asked, breaking her concentration on his eyes.

Dinner. She thought desperately. A quick go in the back of the storage room. Instead she offered, “I think I cracked my phone screen.”

James looked down at the phone in question. Lily picked it up, popping off the blue protective case in one fluid motion, before handing it to him. She fiddled with the case as he turned the phone over in his hands once.

“And you’re sure it’s not just the screen protector?”

Lily shook her head no, “I tried to pull it off, twice, but couldn't get it, so I’m pretty sure I forgot to put the protection screen thing on when I got my new case.”

“Oh Lily,” James clucked his tongue, “always use protection.”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say.

Her brain immediately fluttered into the pit of her stomach with ideas of all the things they could do with protection. God, she hadn’t been so turned on since the last time he’d gotten her into bed with him…only this time it was daylight and she hadn’t had a single thing to drink.

Pure thoughts, Lily Evans. She thought. He’s just a guy. A hot, cool, incredibly charming guy. Fuck it, I’m screwed.

James casually picked at her phone screen, seemingly ignoring the desire flickering in her eyes as he remarked, “The glass shouldn’t stick up like that; I think it’s just a screen protector.”

“I really don’t think–”

Watching in mortification, Lily winced as he used his thumbnail to pry at the glass. Suddenly, a sound of unsticking reached her ears as he removed a screen case from her phone's actual glass. Redness flooded her face for an entirely different reason. She’d been a total, utter, helpless idiot for bringing her phone here.

It hadn’t been broken at all.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “Oh, no, no, no, no!! I am such an idiot.”

“No!” He quickly reassured her, “You’re not an idiot!”

Lily felt herself spiraling with embarrassment, realizing she just hadn’t pulled hard enough to separate the sticky tape from the glass. “I swear—I tried so hard—I thought it was the screen.”

His thumb brushed the side of her wrist in comfort, but instead of soothing her, it sent a wave of shame coursing through her stomach. “It’s an honest mistake; it was securely fastened.”

“Yeah,” she squeaked, noticing he had leaned closer over the counter, now mere inches from her face.

“Seriously,” he seemed so amused, and that only humiliated her further, “it’s fine, I won't even charge you.”

She didn’t know if she’d ever felt more stupid, and in front of the hottest guy she knew, too. “I’m really sorry for wasting your time.” He searched her face as if seeking something within it. Lily withdrew her hand from his shyly and then grabbed her phone. “I’ll just go, thank you, um, bye.”

Trying to escape the awkward situation, she hurried out, acutely aware of the stares from those around them who had witnessed the embarrassing exchange. She slipped her unprotected phone under the strap of her dress and brushed her hair behind her ears as she rushed to her car in the parking lot.

“Dumb, stupid, idiot.” she muttered over and over to herself, repeating the whole scene in her head. “How did you graduate college with a science degree, but you can’t even pull a fucking phone condom off.”

She reached her car in record time, the lingering sense of humiliation mingling with a cocktail of other emotions churning in her gut. Her plan now was simple: she would rendezvous with her friends at the taco place and immerse herself in a flight of margaritas. Maybe if she got intoxicated enough, she could erase this entire fiasco from her memory. As she finished flinging her bag onto the console of the passenger seat, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Turning abruptly, she was startled to find James from the Genius Bar standing there, a friendly smile gracing his features. “Hey, Lily.”

“Hi,” she managed, her voice high-pitched from her embarrassment.

HIs eyes dropped to the phone, precariously held between her pale skin and tiny spaghetti thick dress strap. “Why do girls stuff everything right there?”

Lily looked down at her phone and then back up to him, feigning tucking her hands into the folds of her dress skirt, “most girls clothes don’t have pockets–so we improvise.”

“Interesting.” He then asked promptly, “Did you know that I worked here?”

“No,” she swore, as the wind made her skirts gather around her legs, “I swear, I had no idea.”

A light flickered in his eyes, “that’s a shame.”

“Why a shame?”

“I was hoping you made up that entire thing about the glass cracking just to talk to me.” He grinned. “But you genuinely thought it was broken, didn’t you?”

“You were hoping I was lying?” Lily blinked owlishly at him, “really?”

He lifted a lunchbox in his hand, smiling awkwardly. “I only have an hour for lunch; why don’t we catch up, and we can talk about what I was hoping for.”

“What?” Lily asked, not comprehending anything because her hormones were cheering excitedly.

“Sorry,” he tucked the lunchbox behind his back again, “did you not want to eat with me? I think I may have gotten mixed signals from you back in the store…”

“Eat with you?” she repeated. “ With you?”

“I know it’s been a while,” he was rambling, “I know we aren’t even like–friends–but you showed up and I–I nearly had a heart attack seeing you again. A heart attack in the good way–not a bad way. You are definitely good. All good. So good.”

Lily still had one hand on her car door, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find the words. “I–I’m an idiot who can’t tell the difference between a screen cover and a phone screen…and you want to have lunch with me?”

James shrugged, “despite working at the genius bar–” Lily offered him a snort of amusement, “--I prefer idiots, don’t you?”

“You're not an idiot,” Lily said, motioning to all of him, “you’re–you’re that .”

“Eloquent,” his smile was so wide, his eyes crinkled at the edges. “But I’m 100% just as much an idiot as you.”

“How so?”

“I was an idiot for ever letting you go without a number to text you at.”

She felt her stomach erupt with pleasant butterflies. “What?”

James looked down at her body, then back up at her eyes with a coy wink. “Truthfully, I've been wondering where you disappeared to for a year now and would really like to catch up. I’d also really love your number, for your working phone, just in case you ever need a genius to fix it again. Is that okay?”

Lily felt like she might be dreaming. She pinched her arm. It hurt. Thank god. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

“No,” James walked forward, almost flush with her person now. “I do love a good joke, though.”

“Really?” He was so close, she could count the tiny freckles dotting his tan nose.

James' hand brushed her arm, sending shivers racing up it. “What’s the best book to read while eating breakfast?”

Lily felt a smile replacing her confused expression as she leaned up on her tiptoes, allowing his free hand to cup her chin. “What book?”

“Much Ado About Muffin.”

"You're right, you are an idiot." She rolled her eyes, but her tone was flirtatious, "a really, really cute idiot."

"They'll hire just about anyone to work the Genius Bar these days."

Lily didn’t wait anymore; she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down, letting her lips muffle his laughter.

She could still feel his smile through the kiss though, even when he opened his mouth to taste her with an eager fever she had forgotten about. She kissed him back harder, especially when she heard his lunch bag fall to the ground near their feet, and both his hands grabbed hold of her long hair to keep her firmly attached. He tasted like mint gum, like he'd just been chewing it before coming to find her. Like he'd planned for this exact scenario to happen.

She almost swooned at the thought.

Finally, what felt like only a second later, he broke off the kiss. When her eyes opened, she saw nothing but him, and that only made her smile grow wider. His hands remained in her hair, but he tugged them forward to cup her cheeks, bringing the red strands with him.

“So,” he said somewhat breathlessly, “lunch date?”

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Calling out of work, taking you home, and ordering pizza for a long movie we won't watch."

Lily stepped forward, about to kiss him again for suggesting it, but then she felt her chunky heel step on something, and a resounding crack filled the air. Lily thought it might be the lunch bag he’d dropped, and for just a second she hoped, but whatever was under her foot was smaller. She looked down, face white, and all she saw were broken bits of glass under her heel. Her heart plummeted from its high as she stared down at her broken phone.

“I broke my phone,” she realized, lifting her foot to show a screen in tiny bits and pieces. “Oh my god, I really broke it this time.”

James untangled himself from her and leaned down, picking it up carefully, and they watched as it disintegrated into multiple pieces in his hand. His eyes lifted from the phone to her. She stared back at him. Lily fell against her car, pressing her hands into her hair as she processed her disbelief. James' mouth was partially open, like she'd just stunned him to silence.

“I can’t believe this!” she half laugh, half cried, while wiping her eyes. "I can't fucking believe this!"

Then, James doubled over with laughter, weeping from the irony of it all. Lily crossed one leg over the other as she laughed too, her head rolling back against her car. Passerby in the parking lot shared attempts like they were lunatics for laughing so hard. It only made them laugh harder.

"What am I going to do?" Lily cried, her side in stitches. "Oh god, I haven't even paid that phone off yet!"

"I can't believe you broke it!" James wiped the tears from his eyes, "oh my god, your luck!"

"Oh fuck," Lily pressed a hand to her forehead, "I don't know why I'm laughing, this is actually so bad, I need my phone for work."

James walked forward to plant a firm kiss on her mouth before reminding her, “Don’t worry, you know a genius who can fix it.”

~~~

+44 7123 456789: Lily??? Are you Alive??? Your bedroom doors been shut since yesterday?? have you even been home???

Lily Evans: holy shit I am so sorry, who is this? I have a new phone and forgot to switch my contacts over from the cloud

+44 7123 456789: ....Marlene....HOW BROKEN WAS YOUR PHONE??? It was a scratch the last time I saw it??

Lily Evans: funny story...

Marlene McKitten: where are you?!

Lily Evans: do you remember that one time I got super drunk at a party and woke up in a hot guys bed?

Marlene McKitten: ya...why?

Lily Evans: I'm currently in his bed right now

Marlene McKitten: ??? get home right now or so help me god I'm tracking your phone and coming to you

Lily Evans: save yourself a drive and meet us at the Genius Bar, he's taking me over there to fix my old computer I thought was broken.

Marlene McKitten: ?????????????

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iamyoubutcuter · 1 year

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marks // Kylian Mbappe

warning: english is not my first language :’)

Kylian was in training today, or rather they had already finished it. He and Hakimi were returning to the locker room from the field. He noticed that Kylian was yawning during the entire training session, and besides, he was late for it. Although often came before everyone else.

When Kylian yawned again, Achraf got tired and decided to ask: “What did you do last night?” – your boyfriend was drinking water at that time and choked after this question. Achraf tapped his back, laughing.

"Why do you think so?" – Kylian couldn’t look into his eyes, because he didn’t like to talk about things like that. For Kylian, personal life is too intimate. Plus, he didn’t like the prospect that the person to whom he would tell something would begin to represent you in a non-friendly way. So he tried to stay away from it. Especially to keep you away from it.

"You're late for training, and you've been yawning all day, which is already annoying, to be honest," – he said and hit Kylian on the shoulder. Kyky also laughed and simply shrugged his shoulders, pretending not to know.

He went to his seat in the locker room and began to take off his jersey. Hakimi raised his eyebrows at his back. Your boyfriend's back was covered in scratches. Of course, he put two and two together and understood everything. Achraf looked around, everyone was busy with their own affairs. Someone was on the phone, someone was also changing clothes, and someone was in the shower. He abruptly turned Kylian back to the wall.

"Bro what are you doing?" – Kylian smiled and sat down, he saw that Hakimi was worried about something. He sat next to Kylian. He just moved closer to him.

"You know that your whole back is scratched, as if you got a kitty and fought with it all night yesterday," – Hakimi said, Kylian covered his face with his hands, then also looked around at everyone. He took out his sport bag from under the bench, which contained a clean white t-shirt, and put it on. He didn’t know you left it there, but he felt a burning sensation all night, and in the morning he forgot about it.

"This is the reason why I didn't get enough sleep. Kitty, yes," – they both laughed at it and nothing else. For this he loved Achraf, no unnecessary questions and jokes.

You were supposed to pick up Kylian after training because you agreed to eat something unhealthy together. You arrived a little earlier and went outside to get some air. It was very hot, so you were wearing a tank top and shorts. You saw how everyone was leaving, Kylian and Achraf were coming towards you. You waved at them and they waved back.

"Hello, long time no see," – you crossed your arms over your chest. Kylian put one arm around your waist and kissed you on the lips. He stood next to you.

"I agree," – Hakimi smiled and continued. "How long are you waiting?"– he automatically glanced at your hands and saw a couple of bruises on the wrists and on the right shoulder. Kylian followed his gaze and closed his eyes, sighing.

"Not really, I thought I would make it on time because I woke up late," – Kylian and Achraf looked at each other and laughed out loud. You frowned and hit your boyfriend in the stomach with your hand.

"What’s so funny?" – he just shook his head, grabbing your shoulders.

"Let’s go, I’m hungry," – Kylian began to turn you around to the car and said goodbye to Hakimi.

"Are you aware that my back is covered in scratches? – your shook your head and looked at him. "Here I am, not until Achraf told me about it," – he finished the sentence and began to rub the bridge of his eyes.

"And…? Ohh, that was the point,"– you giggled. "I'm sorry, babe, I honestly didn't mean to," – you ran your hand over his shoulder. He looked back at your hands.

"I understand it's summer and it's very hot outside, but if someone sees your hands, they will think that I'm hitting you," – you noticed them when you put on makeup, but you didn't have any terrible thoughts, since they are not a lot and not very visible. At some point, a frame appeared in your head that Achraf saw them when the three of you were standing.

"Everyone now knows your horrible secret…" – you said in a whisper. "…that you slept with me," - you’d said it out loud and jokingly clutched your heart with your hand and looked at your boyfriend. Unable to bear it, you laughed as the expression on his face showed how badly it was played.

"I won't do it again, I promise," – you said, keeping both hands on the steering wheel. Kylian took your hand in his.

“I'll be glad if you do it again tonight,” – you gave a theatrical gasp and turned your head briefly towards him. "Are you thinking about taking acting classes?" – you both laughed and he brought your hand to his lip and gently kissed.

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Comfort: Billy Hargrove

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 900

Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do a Billy Hargrove story where the reader and Billy are neighbors, and they don't like eachother. But one night Billy comes to your window seeking help after his father abused him. You helped clean him up and he slept in your bed with you and you guys wake up cuddling and all that fluffy stuff

Billy Hargrove was known as many things to many people but most people saw him as a bully or Mr. Popular since he arrived in Hawkins. Now you had no real reason not to like Billy, the two of you didn't really interact much despite being neighbors but for a reason, he didn't like you and always made it a point to let you know whether it was coming home late blaring his music, or revving his car right outside your house, or sometimes almost hitting you when you were outside skating.

You were at home working on your homework while some music played quietly in the background when you started to hear some yelling and screaming coming from next door which was pretty common but this time it sounded worst than it's ever been making you worry about Max and even Billy despite how he treated you. You went back to trying to focus on your homework when you heard a tap at your window making you look up and see a busted-up Billy standing there making you sigh. You opened your window and told him to come in still unsure why he came out of all people, you watched as he took a seat on your bed.

"Is Max okay?" You asked him trying to break the awkward silence.

"She wasn't home when it happened. Sorry for um showing up like this I didn't know where else to go." He said quietly.

"You're fine. How badly hurt are you?" You asked him as you walked into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

"I think it's just my face." He said as you walked back into your room and sat next to him on the bed.

You started cleaning up his cuts and you couldn't help but notice how pretty his eyes were up close, but part of you knew that Billy only saw this as a moment of weakness and would probably go back to hating you tomorrow.

"There you go. I'd say most of your cuts will heal up in a day or two." You said to him as you stood up to put the first aid kit away.

"Can I ask why you helped me well even let me instead of turning me away?" He asked you.

"Well Billy despite you being a total dick to me and your sister, I still care about you and your wellbeing, and trust me I thought about leaving you out there but I also knew that there had to be some reason you came to my window." You said.

"It wasn't intentional all those times, yes Max annoys me 90% of the time but I do care for her in some way and I got jealous when she kept bringing you up and how awesome you were and told me not to scare you off. I came because I had hoped that maybe since you cared about Max then maybe you would help me." He said.

That night you two spent the most night talking and finding out that you two had a lot in common and eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. The next morning you woke up shocked to find Billy's arm around you but it made you smile a bit that he didn't get up and leave.

"Thanks for letting me crash here last night." He said as you walked out of the bathroom after getting changed.

"No worries. You are welcome here anytime you need it." You said giving him a small smile knowing that this was probably going to be the last time you speak to him.

After Billy left you finished getting ready for school, shaking off that weird feeling that you had in your stomach now that he was gone. You grabbed your bag and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast before heading off to school like you usually do. Once you arrived at school, you were surprised to see Billy standing at your locker.

"Hey again." You said as you approached his locker.

"Hey, you were gone before I could offer you a ride to school." He said making you look at him confused.

"A ride?" You asked him.

"Yeah since we're friends now or at least I hope we are. I could give you a ride to and from school if you like?" He asked.

"We are and I would like that but won't it ruin your reputation by hanging out with me?" You asked him.

"Like I said we're friends now, so that means friends hang out right?"He asked.

"They do, just making sure you aren't messing with me." You said to him making him laugh.

"You never. You showed me kindness last night that I hadn't been shown in long time." He said making you smile.

From that point on you and Billy Hargrove became fast friends and even Max was a little upset by it at first but was happy to see another side to her brother.

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