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C. Caufield - She’s Taller

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Cole Caufield x Reader

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Word Count: 4.7k

Warning(s): little bit of body insecurity, making out, undetailed mention of grinding, implied sex.

It was proofread, like.. once. And then I proofread in random spots after.. so.. yeah.

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“How long are you gonna stare this girl down? It’s starting to become creepy.” Trevor startled Cole out of his trance, the blonde jolting and stepping away from the window.

“She’s so pretty.”

“I’m sure she thinks that about the creep in the window too.” Quinn quipped from the couch, the occasional soft click of controller buttons balancing the conversation and the background noise.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her anyway?” Jack sat on the arm of the couch, a freshly opened beer in his hand.

“Cause she’s huge!” A choir of “woahs” and gasps broke out. A misunderstanding leading to the immediate shock of every man in the room.

“Cole! Buddy, you can’t go weight shaming people.” Trevor scolded with a shake of his head.

“No! No it’s not- god no.. it’s her height.” Heads turned in his direction. Cole felt his cheeks flush. He’d liked tall girls before, but he never went after them. It was never about his masculinity either.. it was more so the fact that he never wanted to go through the trouble of getting his hopes up. Tall girls didn’t like short guys.

“She’s taller than you.” Quinn’s lips tugged into a cheeky smirk.

“Yeah. Girls don’t like guys shorter than them.” Cole stated, ‘matter of factly.’

“She might like you.” Trevor coaxed. “Go say hi. Just- puff your chest out a little and.. I don’t know, try a pair of heels?” A few quiet snickers drowned out the silence. Cole sighed and pursed his lips.

“She’s probably got a boyfriend anyway.” The second he started talking himself out of it, the video game controllers were tossed down. The boys could tease and torment their short friend all they wanted, but they never let Cole beat up on himself.

“You stare at her every day. She’s gonna think you’re a creep if you don’t just talk to her. If you don’t ask her out at least wave so she doesn’t get uncomfortable.” Quinn folded his arms across his chest, eyeing the blonde by the window. Jack climbed off the arm of the couch and made his way over to Cole, grabbing ahold of his friend’s arm.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Jack tried, guiding Cole toward the door.

“She laughs at me.”

“Who would do that?” Luke asked absentmindedly, his tone flat, but everybody knew he was being sarcastic. Cole glanced back at Luke, half offended, half concerned.

“Not helping, Luke.” Jack called to his younger brother before he pulled the door open. He stepped out onto the front porch with Cole. The blonde barely registered what was happening until Jack led him to the patio steps.

“Look. She’s sun tanning in the grass. Not a single soul in sight, and we haven’t seen a dude go in or out of that house all week.” Trevor stood in the doorway while Jack spoke.

“She’s your bird man. Go do a little mating dance and squak at her.”

“That is the most unmotivating thing you could have said.” Cole ran his hands through his hair and drew in a slow breath.

“You got this.” Jack encouraged. “She might not even stand up.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Cole became suffocatingly aware of his height the second he stepped off the last step of the deck. He had never been so anxious to speak to a woman before. Girls shorter than him had never been a problem. Girls taller? He hadn’t explored that world. It was safer not to.

The second he got across the street, Cole started to brainstorm his opening line. Something smooth. Something creative.

-pov switch-

Sunglasses were my closest friend. When my girl-friends informed me we were getting a lake house for the summer, I thought they were crazy. I much preferred real beaches over lake beaches. When we arrived though, I decided to be optimistic. The first few days were primarily spent taking time to move in and get familiar with the surroundings. Halfway through the week I’d been on the front deck when a group of boys arrived at the house across the street. They were all fairly handsome, but there was a particular blonde I enjoyed eyeing when he was outside. My friends called it weird, but none of those boys had been any wiser. They couldn’t see my wandering eyes beneath my sunglasses.

I had gone out to tan for the first time that week, as opposed to most mornings when I’d merely lounge on the porch with a glass of coffee or an energy drink. I enjoyed the peace of laying in the sun, expecting to have a calm day. Until a voice ripped through the air above me.

“Hey!” He startled the shit out of me. I sat up immediately, head lifting to spot the man who startled me. The cute blonde.

“What?” It came out harsh, but in my defense, he scared me. I couldn’t tell if the sharpness in my tone made him pale, or if his complexion was simply like that.

“I uhm.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just-“ he had nothing. “You’re really pretty.”

Pretty was new. It wasn’t sexy, hot, smokin. It was pretty. Not lustful or laced with ulterior motive. I slowly sat up, a smile settling into my features. I allowed my eyes to rake over his appearance. Gym shorts and a white shirt with what appeared to be a sports logo on it. Nothing special. Until I took a look at those blue eyes, and that shaggy blonde hair. And the fact that he was polite enough to deliver a genuine compliment. I decided it fair to give him the time of day. I’d only been eyeing him up every time he came out of that house.

“What’s your name, Casanova?” I asked, resting my sunglasses on top of my head.

“Cole. You?” I introduced myself after him, the smile on his lips putting his beautiful white teeth on display. I finally stood up to properly speak to him. We were eye level for a moment, then we weren’t. He cringed. My brow furrowed.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for, but I could almost assume by the way his confidence crumbled, that it was the height difference that bothered him. It made me smile. I’d been taller than guys before. Not one had ever apologized. They usually resorted to insulting or acting like they lost interest.

“You’re handsome.” I complimented gently. His face lit up, and I wished I could have documented that reaction for a lifetime. My gaze only shifted when I saw movement from behind him. The faces peeking out of the windows in the house across the street. “Got friends betting on this?” I asked, somewhat amused. When Cole looked back, I heard him groan.

“No. They just- they’re stupid. I’m sorry about them too.”

“Quit apologizing.” His gaze returned to me swiftly, and I offered an encouraging smile. “We can talk inside for a bit if you’d like? It’s a lot more private than the front yard.”

“Are you sure?” Despite his excitement, I could see the hesitance. “I’d hate to intrude.”

“Nobody‘s home, Cole. Come on. I need water anyway. It’s hot out here.”

Cole spared a glance back at his friends before he followed me inside. I pushed the door shut and led him into the kitchen, pulling my hair down from the bun it had previously been in.

“Where are you from?” I asked opening the fridge to grab two bottles of water.

“I came here from Montreal.”

My brow rose in surprise, I tossed one of the bottles in his direction. He seemed to have no issue catching it.

“What kind of job do you have?”

“I play hockey.” I cracked open the seal of my water and twisted the cap off.

“For the Canadiens?” It was his turn to be surprised.

“You a sports fan?”

“Now I am.” It was shameless flirting, but I enjoyed watching his cheeks flush. Cole’s lips turned upward in another smile, a quiet giggle escaping.

“You’re pretty good at this.” He commented, taking a sip of his own water.

“Is it working?” I leaned forward against the counter, setting my water down.

“Depends on what your goal is.” A little hard to get never hurt. It brought a smile to my lips.

“To go on a date with this famous Cole from Montreal.” His eyes lit up.

“Tonight?”

“Oh bummer..” I put on theatrical disappointment, watching his face fall. “I’m busy tonight.” And I truly was. I already had plans with my girls.

“That sucks.” He sounded nervous, like he couldn’t tell if he was being turned down or not.

“Ask me again tomorrow.” I eased his worries, standing upright.

“I’ll get a yes?” Cole asked.

“Probably.” I shrugged, watching him chuckle. “Most likely.” I changed my answer. “You’re pretty sweet. I don’t think I could turn down this opportunity.”

“Perfect.”

We exchanged phone numbers, but we didn’t speak until the next day came. I wasn’t sure what Cole had in mind for a date, but I was certain I gave him enough time to think something up. And I had done some planning as well, in the off chance he didn’t come up with anything. By the time lunch rolled around, I had received a text asking if he could come over. I told him to give me thirty minutes. I at least needed a little time to get ready. And despite my thirty minute warning, he was still knocking on the door in twenty five. I heard the door open, and I bit my lip at the sound of Carole’s voice. I couldn’t guarantee she’d be filtered around him. But she wouldn’t scare him off.

Despite my confidence in her, I still rushed to finish the last of my makeup and slip my shoes on. I grabbed my purse and bounced down the steps, almost tumbling down the last few when I realized Cole had put in quite the effort to look nice. His hair fixed up, a nice pair of -what I assumed were- golf shorts, and a blue polo. He looked better than he had the day before, and I noticed a faint tan line around his temples. From sunglasses I had to assume.

“You didn’t tell me Mr. Eye candy was coming over.” Carole’s words earned a sharp glare from me.

“Eye candy?” Cole laughed quietly.

“She has a hangover from last night. Forgive her.” I crossed the entryway to stand by Cole in the door.

“I do not! I didn’t even drink.” Carole smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What’s eye candy mean?” Cole pressed on.

“Nothing, Cole.” I shook my head. Carole waved a hand dismissively.

“Cole‘s a nice name.” She complimented. “Better than ‘the sexy blonde from across the street.’” Her addition was unnecessary, but inevitable.

“Well.. technically Trevor’s kinda blonde too.” Cole glanced at me. I flushed red.

“We should really go.” I gave him a light push, guiding him backwards out of the house.

“Do you guys really call me that stuff?” Cole asked more questions than a child.

“They don’t.” I clarified, pulling the door shut behind myself. I watched his cheeks flush again.

“Have you been watching me?” Cole didn’t feel near as creepy now. I glared at him.

“Quit asking questions.” I gave him a playful shove, hearing his amused laughter. “Just tell me where we’re going.”

“Well… they have this really nice cafe nearby. And I know it’s lunch, but they have the best breakfast foods.”

“Good thing I didn’t eat this morning.” I commented.

“I think you’ll really like it. Then after, we could go mini golfing? Or we could go out on the lake?”

“Yes to mini golfing.. and yes to the lake. If you think we have time for all that.” I smiled at him.

“Of course! And I can drive.”

“Such a gentleman.” I carefully brushed my hand against his own, and Cole picked up on the opportunity, intertwining our fingers as he led me down the porch steps toward what I assumed was his car in the lot opposite of mine. We were both a bit nervous, but I figured I read Cole better than he could read me. He seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. It was refreshing compared to others I had tried being with. We didn’t know each other well, or really at all, but I was looking for something fun. I was in no mindset to take things slow or be patient. And when he squeezed my hand, I was met with the assumption that he didn’t mind that either.

The brunch went well, sitting across from one another discussing our lives. We got to know each other far better than as the ‘cute people across the street.’ After Cole asked what Carole meant when she was saying everything she had before we left, I had admitted to keeping an eye on him when he arrived. I was relieved when Cole giggled and informed me he had enjoyed seeing me a few times too. Turns out, we were both a little creepy. And he certainly hadn’t been wrong about the food. We got a few different things to share and try. Cole eventually moved his chair to sit beside me while we reached across and over one another eating the various foods from various dishes. It was clear I was not a salad girl when it came to eating with a guy.

We got milkshakes before we left, and finished them off in the parking lot of the closest mini golf place. I learned on hole one, that I was incredibly out-skilled, but with that came the assistance of Cole. We both got caught up in touching each other when he occasionally stopped what he was doing to help fix my stance, or to move my hands on my putter. He was merely offering help, but at some point we began sharing knowing glances and little smiles. It stopped being about help, and started being about the feeling of his skin on mine. His gentle touches and sweet embrace.

I blamed him for my loss. He was too distracting, and I made sure he knew it the whole way home. The sun was just beginning to set as he pulled into the driveway of the place he stayed in, asking if I wanted to change into something more appropriate for boating. I pressed a well deserved kiss to his cheek before we parted to change.

When I stepped into the house, I snuck up the steps and through the hall to my room. Smiling like an idiot while I changed into a swimsuit and pulled a pair of shorts on, as well as a short sleeved button up. I grabbed a hair tie as well, and slipped on a pair of sandals. When I stepped back outside, I wandered across the street, soon met with Cole opening the front door and stepping out of the house.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Alright.” Cole held his hand out, and I slipped mine into his own. “We have a private dock out back.”

“Oh?” Cole led me around the house, the back had a beautiful deck and yard, a few wooden lounge chairs scattered about, a football laying on a picnic table, various pairs of swim shorts all hung over a rail to dry. But the view of the lake was beautiful, with the setting sun barely touching the horizon. Still, the deep orange glow reflected off the water to mirror the image. It looked like something out of a storybook.

“Yeah.. it’s not that cool though.” Cole playfully shrugged off the statement with a laugh. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

“Are the others gonna mind us using the boat?”

“Nah. They don’t mind.”

“Do they know?” I reworded my question, earning a side eye from him.

“They’re out. I didn’t figure I needed to tell them.” Cole shrugged, guiding me through the yard and onto the wooden dock. Two jet skis resided on one side while I nice sized boat was tied up on the other.

“You know how to drive this thing, yeah?” I asked as Cole let go of my hand and went to untie the rope.

“Absolutely. We all do. We’re here every summer.”

“When did that tradition start?” I asked curiously as he worked.

“Uh.. maybe a year after I was drafted.” Cole tossed the rope onto the dock and waved a hand for me to join his side. I quickly did, and he helped me up onto the boat before following behind.

“What made you boys decide to start doing this?” I watched him get situated behind the wheel, eyeing the various places to sit before I plopped down in the seat closest to Cole. He worked his magic getting the engine started, and I was blessed with the sight of his muscles peeking out beneath an old t-shirt.

“I don’t really know. We’re all just really close, and we wanted to stay that way.”

“Well that’s nice.” I pulled my legs up onto the bench seat, resting my back against the cushion behind myself as Cole got us moving. The roar of the engine wasn’t unbearable, but compared to the quiet atmosphere just moments before, it was something I had to adjust to. I watched him slip his phone from his pocket, and a surprised smile immediately formed on my lips when I heard the music begin to play over a few speakers.

“Who woulda thought.” I teased, watching his head whip in my direction.

“What?”

“Cole from Montreal.. a sucker for sappy romance.” I watched his cheeks flush again, perhaps my favorite sight.

“Oh come on,” he whined, “it’s just to fill the silence.” I let his response sit for a moment before I shifted in my seat.

“Ya know.. I can’t hold your hand over here.” Technically I could have, but reaching across the boat and leaning forward to hold it would have been uncomfortable.

“You can come sit here.” I raised a brow, watching Cole move one of his legs toward me. I slowly got up and made my way over, resting my hand on his shoulder as Cole shifted in his seat.

“You sure?” I asked, locking eyes with him.

“Go for it.” His sweet smile brought butterflies to my stomach. I slowly sat down in his lap, angling my body sideways to be able to speak to him and watch the scenery. I felt his arm wrap around my back, enough encouragement for me to lean into him, and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck you, Cole.” I mumbled with a chuckle.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wasn’t looking for some guy to spend my summer with.” I explained, resting one of my hands on his hip, playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Now I can’t think of spending my summer with anybody but you.” I heard him laugh quietly.

“I’d be happy to make time for you this summer.”

“You’d better.” I teased, pressing a quick kiss to his collar. I felt his body tense. The perks of sitting on a man’s lap. So I did it again, tilting my head slightly to kiss his neck.

“Hey.. hey-“ Cole shifted. “Can you at least wait till we stop?” I giggled. “I’m not saying no- it’s just.. I’d rather not do something stupid.” I pressed another kiss to his neck, higher up, nipping at his skin and feeling him jump. “Fuck.”

It was the first time I’d heard him curse, and it was intoxicating. It wasn’t long before I heard the engine shut off, laughing softly to myself. We were far enough out on the lake anyway, I was satisfied with the view.

“Alright.” Cole moved the arm around my back, gripping my hip as I sat up. I carefully twisted around and tossed one of my legs over his own, straddling him and leaning back against the steering wheel. I smirked, eyeing his flushed features as he tried to tug my hips forward. A nervous smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and he started to giggle until he couldn’t take the silence any longer.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just how sweet you are.” I shrugged, finally leaning forward and resting my arms over his shoulders.

“Kiss me?” Cole leaned in.

“I’ll think about it.” I kissed his cheek before returning to his neck, laughing to myself at the groan that left his lips. Annoyed, but pleased all the same.

“C’mon,” Cole whined, one of his hands slipping beneath my shirt. I lifted my head to look at him, snickering at his furrowed brow and pouty lip.

“Really?” I teased.

“Yeah, really. I want you to kiss me, for real.”

“Are the neck kisses not good enough for you?” I feigned offense, leaning back only for him to pull me forward again.

“Trust me, they’re amazing, but I’d love to feel your lips on mine.” I could have swooned. “Please.” I gave in.

I rested a hand on his cheek, smiling at Cole before I leaned in to press my lips to his own. There was no feeling like it. No feeling like kissing the guy from across the street, who you’d known for barely a day. No feeling like understanding you’re about to have the fling of the summer. No feeling like-

A gasp broke us apart when Cole shifted his hips. My gasp. A sigh immediately followed, our eyes meeting for a moment.

“Sorry.” He apologized swiftly, but I shook my head.

“Don’t be. I just didn’t expect- that.” I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Can we do this somewhere that isn’t this uncomfortable seat?” I chuckled and quickly stood up, reaching a hand out for Cole. He grabbed it and hoisted himself up as well.

“There’s a shit ton of seats to choose from.” I glanced around the boat.

“Let’s do the front.” I couldn’t really understand why, until I looked back toward the front and caught sight of the orange glow that stretched across it. Illuminated by the sunset.

“You’re so cheesy.” I let him pull me toward the front seats.

“I’m romantic.” Cole corrected as he twisted us around. I felt the backs of my legs come into contact with the bench. I watched his eyes travel the expanse of my body, then return to my face. An awkward smile formed on his lips. “It’s easier to kiss you when you’re sitting down.” I couldn’t help the fit of laughter that fell from my lips.

“What?” I teased, “can’t stand on your tippie toes?”

“I can!” Cole chuckled, giving me a gentle push. “It’s just-“

I cut him off, dipping my head to level with his own before kissing him once again. I rested my free hand on the back of his neck, keeping our lips connected as I lowered myself down to the bench seat. We only broke apart when I hoisted one of my legs up, the other on the floor to make space for Cole. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but comfort was forgotten when he lowered himself on top of me, elbows resting carefully on either side of my head. Our lips met once again, and my hands quickly found the hem of Cole’s shirt. We parted as I started to hike the fabric up his chest, panting for air.

“So soon?” Cole teased, helping me pull it off of him.

“I know what I want.” I replied quickly, wrapping the shirt around the back of his neck and pulling his lips back to mine. I discarded the shirt and shuddered as Cole lowered his body closer to my own, a chill meeting my collar. Only when we broke apart did I look down to see the silver chain he wore, pooled against my chest.

“This is nice.” I hooked the chain on my finger.

“Thanks.” I locked eyes with Cole once again, his chest dangerously close to my own. “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Absolutely.” I replied quickly, aiding him in the process of removing my own shirt- with what little space we had. Cole balled up the fabric and reached behind my head to carefully lift it up. At first I was confused, until he stuffed the shirt behind my head like a makeshift pillow. I couldn’t have fallen for a man any more than I did then. So considerate. Even at a time when most become selfish.

“Fuck, Cole.” I felt breathless. So enamored with him. We only just met.

“Yeah?”

“You’re just so…” I couldn’t find the word. “I can’t wait to spend my summer with you.” I raised my hands to his cheeks, using one to reach up to push his shaggy blonde hair back.

“God you’re perfect.” Cole dipped his head below my jaw, pressing quick kisses to the skin on my neck before venturing lower to find one of the straps to my bikini. I lifted my hips into his own, hearing him gasp and trying to hold back one of my own. “Do that again.” It wasn’t a demand. His tone was somewhere between asking and pleading. I did it again nonetheless, and we quickly built a rhythm. Cole’s lips returned to my own, our kisses more rushed and sloppy than before. Eventually his hands ventured below my stomach, and at that point things flew by in a blur.

Did I question the legality of sex on a boat in the middle of a lake? Absolutely.

Did I stop Cole? Absolutely not.

I doubted anybody could really see us, and if they could, there wasn’t much to be seen. That, and the sun had already been setting. There wasn’t a lot of light to be shed on our activities after a good ten minutes.

By the time we settled down and caught our breath to relax, exhaustion caught up quickly. Cole hadn’t moved an inch other than grabbing his shirt to drape over his ass. I couldn’t help but laugh at him, laid out on top of me, trying to maintain modesty after the acts committed on a boat that wasn’t ours.

“We have to go back.” Cole mumbled against my skin, head tucked into my shoulder.

“Fuck that.” I mumbled. “Let’s just stay here.”

“Your back will feel like shit in the morning.” Cole’s muffled voice reasoned.

“My body’s gonna be sore no matter what.” I heard him giggle.

“That’s why they call me the cock.” I couldn’t hold in the laughter that followed Cole’s words. He lifted his head to look at me, smiling so wide I couldn’t help but question his statement.

“Who calls you that?”

“My team!”

“No fucking way.” I moved one of my hands from his back to grip his shoulder. “You’re serious?” I asked between incredulous giggles.

“Yup.” Cole looked so prideful that I couldn’t help but chuckle again.

“That’s hilarious.” I commented removing my hand from his shoulder to drag through his hair. “The cock.” I muttered, testing the nickname out before I laughed again. “Makes sense I guess.” He rested his head on my shoulder again, tucking his arm into my side while his other hand played aimlessly with my hair. I heard him yawn, smiling to myself at the sound.

“Tired?” I asked softly.

“A little.” He paused. “You need me to move?” I sighed and shook my head.

“Nah. You’re good right there.” I closed my eyes, allowing myself a moment to truly relax before I heard him speak again.

“Never would have thought.. the tall girl across the street would give me the time of day.” His words were both mumbled and muffled. I smiled slightly, twisting a lock of his blonde hair around my finger.

“Glad I did.” I whispered in response.

“Me too.”

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Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Nekoma x Fem! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: probably swearing 🤷��‍♀️ idk if that’s even a warning

AN: this is an anon request! I realized I had it labeled from Spooky Anon but it wasn’t signed from Spooky anon 😅 so idk who it’s from.

*aggressively hits G note on piano and stares into your soul*

If you unaware of the song that made an entire generation, please google it

Also I will not argue this point because I have both age and vintage Emo on my side 😌

Now for a mini history lesson, the Emo I’m going to be referring to today was popular from the late 90s to late 2000s and into the 2010s

This means heavy black eyeliner, hair that defied gravity, neckties being used as anything but neckties

Black with hints of accent colors such as, but not limited too, pinks, orange, white, etc.

The days when TRL and MTV were the way to “stream” new music and hot topic was the source of all band t-shirts

Now that I’ve covered a small history lesson, let’s strap in shall we!

So get your check board belts and fingerless gloves ready kids!

Because it’s time to get EMOtional 😂

N E Ways- let’s just say, you classified yourself as an “Emo kid”

It wasn’t super unheard of to be different fashionably in school but you, well you were definitely a sight

Your hair was teased to the rafters, bows of every color along with skulls littered your hair

Your eye liner was the blackest black, and you skin looked like you hadn’t seen sun in decades 😅

You wore fishnet tights with vans or perhaps another skateboarding shoe

You looked pretty intimidating to most people who didn’t know you

I mean, your style doesn’t exactly scream approachable

However, the people who did know you, knew that your style of “dark and brooding” didn’t measure up AT ALL to your personality

You were a complete sunshine ☀️

A literal sweetheart and absolute Angel!

Unfortunately a lot of kids didn’t get to know you ☹️

But luckily, there was one guy who didn’t care about looks

He really didn’t care about much actually 👀

And that happened to be our favorite setter Kenma!

Because Kenma honestly does not care about looks or superficial things like that

Actually, when you first got teamed up with Kenma to work on a project, a lot of kids thought it was a strange combo

But somehow, you two managed to make it work and in fact, you got the best grade in the class

After that, you and Kenma became partners for every project

There was just something he enjoyed about you

Probably your weird similarity to Hinata honestly 😏

Soon you and Kenma started hanging out after school

You both loved video games as well as had similar styles in music

Look at me and tell me Kenma wouldn’t be into Emo rock 👁️👄👁️

Fall out boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, THE USED!!!!

Anyways, soon Kuroo joins and he’s confused about your friendship with Kenma

Like you and Kenma are complete opposites but you get along super well

Eventually Kuroo starts taking a liking to you as well

Kuroo has natural Emo hair so it’s fate 💅

Kuroo soon figures out why Kenma enjoys your company as you are a literal dark ball of sunshine

Eventually you start accompanying out kitty cats to practice in order to hang out with Kuroo and Kenma

Upon entering the gym, everyone stares at you

You low key kinda scare the first years, Inuoka and Shibayama

Yaku and Kai are super interested as in why you are there

Yamamoto is just dead because there’s a girl in the gym 🙄

And Lev, well Lev can’t keep his mouth shut

“Hey you’re that weird chick that wears black and has crazy hair. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Lev screams

Yaku please 😌

“LEV SHUT UP!” Kuroo yells as Yaku kicks him

You just giggle, a sound nobody was expecting, as you say, “I’m Yn! I guess I kind of do get a little bit of a reputation but I promise, I’m not evil or something!”

“She’s actually kind of cute in a different way,” Kai says as Fukunaga and Yaku nodd in agreement.

Soon, you are coming to every practice and helping where you can

Setting up chairs, filling water balls, handing out towels

The boys quickly adore you and soon you just naturally become apart of the team

Kuroo officially asks you the teams manager which you gladly accept

It’s hard finding a club with your specific tastes and since you could still express your style and personality, volleyball club seemed perfect!

You enjoyed playing music, listening to music and writing which were all supported by Nekoma

Our progressive Kings 👑

Honestly they were so supportive of their Emo scene queen!

They loved when you added little touches of red to your outfits and even made a hair bow that specifically said “Nekoma” on it 🥹

Of course, they were still boys so they all found you super cute and adorable

Yamamoto was your personal body guard for everything

It didn’t matter what, he always walked you to every class and if anyone made any comments about you, he would challenge them to a “rumble”

Language you later learned, was picked up from Karasuno 🙄

You had heard about Karasuno and you were honestly so excited to meet them!

Kenma had told you about Karasuno’s tiny middle blocker

On the way to training camp, our sweet boys let you play the music

Honestly Coach Nekomata was way into it 😂

He was such a hip coach and he knew you kids were into some weird stuff

Please he was too 🤚🏻

Anyways, he’s just happy you bring so much joy to the team

And honestly you match Nekoma’s cat-like mysterious vibes

So when you showed up, the other teams just kind of stared at you

Obviously you kinda stood out like a sore thumb Yn, sorry to say

But don’t worry, Yamamoto is on the case 🫡

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVENT UOU EVEN SEEN A GORGEOUS GIRL BEFORE?!?” He screams

You rn 👉🏻😐

Yaku 👉🏻 YAMAMOTO STOP BEING AN IDIOT

You just roll your eyes and smile, bowing to the teams and greeting them

Almost instantly, they melted 🥰

Because like how are you both adorable and scary???

Literally Emo culture mkay

“Come on Yn, let’s go,” Kenma says as you wave and walk away

Eventually you get introduced to all the teams, including Karasuno

You end up making eye contact with Hinata several times as he observes you

Finally, he makes his move

“Hi there! I really like your style! I see your friends with Kenma and the pretty girl manager for Nekoma! I’m Shoyo Hinata and I’m a middle blocker!” He shouts

You smile back and greet him, “Kenma had told me so much about you! It’s so great time finally meet you!”

Kuroo and Daichi watch you both and shake their heads

“Boy short stuff really can make friends with anyone can’t he?”

“You new manager looks super sweet and outgoing, albeit a little interesting,” Daichi says as Kuroo nods

Soon you and Hinata, and by consequence Bokuto, become besties

Honestly you really enjoy hanging out with Akaashi but we won’t tell Bokuto that 😶

You share your knowledge as well as your unique style of cheering with the boys

You wrote cute little cheers and even inspirational poetry to share with the boys

Bokuto and Hinata loved your fancy words : D

And even when Bokuto went into his own Emo modes, the teams knew exactly who to call!

“YN HALPPPP!” Akaashi would silently communicate to you with his eyes

You 👉🏻 NEVER FEAR OUR SCENE QUEEN IS HERE 🦸🏻‍♀️

“Bokuto would you like to listen to some music or maybe we can talk about your feelings?” You say as you rub his back

“I could use a hug,” Bokuto 🥺

You 👉🏻😌🥰 of course-

Akaashi doesn’t get it, Nekoma doesn’t get it but they appreciate it!!

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dotster001 · 1 year

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May I ask for Octavinelle with a gn!reader who is very scared of the ocean like to the point where they cover their face and cry or cling to nearby things. Not swimming pool or streams but the actual ocean. May I ask for boys to help them overcome the fear. As like a comfort fic.

Comfort from the Depths

Summary:Gn!Reader

A/N: this fic came out longer than I initially expected...but I really enjoyed it in the end! I hope you like it too! Tag list still packed so good luck 😂

"We want you to come home with us for spring break!" Floyd shouted excitedly, causing Azul to sigh, and Jade to smirk.

"What happened to our plan, Floyd?"

"I got excited!"

The three looked expectantly at you, but all you were doing was gritting your teeth, and trying not to cry.

"That's…. that's so great, guys, but I don't think I can. I made other plans."

"No you didn't. Jade checked," Floyd said with a grin, not seeming to catch onto the hidden signs you were giving off.

"Oh, did you?" You glared at Jade. "Well, uh, I only recently made plans, I'm sorry."

"Then cancel them," Floyd said matter of factly, his scowl making you miss Jade and Azul sneakily sharing a look.

"Such a shame," Azul sighed, "of course we understand, I'll just have to tell my poor mother that our human friend will not be staying with us. And she was so very excited to meet you too…"

"I'm sure we can return the extra ticket to the concert, and the extra ticket to the museum, and the one for the sea princess symposium..."

"Yeah, and Mama Ashengrotto can return all the ingredients she bought to make your favorite meals, so that you'd feel more at home on your first night," Floyd said sadly.

The three of them released a synchronized sigh of disappointment.

"No, no, I know what you three are doing. You're trying to make me feel bad and change my mind."

Sigh.

"Seriously, I mean it!"

Sigh.

"Sevens! Fine! I'll cancel my plans!"

The three smiled knowingly.

"Excellent, we leave at 7 am tomorrow," Azul said.

"Tomorrow?" You squeaked out.

"Unless there is some sort of issue?" Jade asked.

"Nope. No. No issue," you said, voice cracking.

….

"Grim, how hard would it be to flee the country?" You asked, laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling.

"I dunno, why are you asking me?"

"You're the one from here!"

"Why do you want to flee anyway? Aren't you supposed to join the scary fish trio on a trip over spring break?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm running from," you flipped onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow.

"Why?"

"Mmmph."

"Wait, you're scared of the ocean? But you swim in the pool all the time?"

"Mmmph."

"The ocean isn't that different from a pool. I mean it's deeper, and has more fish poop, but-"

"Mmmph!"

"Fish poop should be the first thing you think about! What are you even talking about? Calling me crazy," he trailed off with a pout.

You flipped back over onto your back.

"Look, Grim, I know deep down it's "illogical" or whatever, I just don't know why I'm scared of the ocean. But whenever I'm near it, I cry, and scream, and claw scratch marks into whatever poor soul happens to be near me."

Grim thought for a moment.

"What if we ask Deuce to give us a ride to the beach on his blastcycle? Then we can try and fix you before you leave for your trip, in the morning."

"I don't know, Grim…"

"Henchhuman, I know what I'm talking about. Besides,"he crawled up to your face, and rubbed his cheek against yours affectionately, "you're really close to those guys. I think you'll have fun if you are able to go."

"Thanks Grimmy, you're the sweetest."

"Yeah...but also Idia says if he gets to babysit me, I can play as many video games as I want!"

Sigh.

"Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Let's go!"

….

One call to Deuce, and a trip on the blastcycle later, you were at the beach. You assured Deuce you'd call him to pick you up when you were done, then changed into a swimsuit, and stood at the edge of the beach with Grim.

"Nope," you said, trying to remain cool, but already feeling the tears come to your eyes, and your body shut down.

"You're so close, Y/N! You just have to take one more step and you're-"

"Nope."

You turned to run, and bumped straight into something solid.

"If these are the plans you have to cancel to hang with us, then I must say, I'm offended you hesitated to agree to our plans."

"Jade," you stuttered.

"Shrimpy, the ocean isn't that scary, look!" Floyd laughed loudly, picking you up around the middle and running towards the sea.

"No no no!" You screamed and shut your eyes, loud enough to deter most people.

Floyd would never be most people.

"Floyd!" Azul yelled in a panic.

"You know Floyd is into immersion therapy, why would you invite him," Jade laughed, not seeming upset at all.

Meanwhile, you were clinging to Floyd, sobbing.

"Open your eyes, Shrimpy," he whispered.

You shook your head.

"I've got you, I promise. Open your eyes."

Maybe it was how kindly he said it, but you found yourself slowly opening your eyes.

You noticed he had only gotten far enough into the sea the have his feet covered.

"I'm gonna take another step, Kay?" He whispered in your ear.

You shook your head again.

He tightened his grip, and said," I will not drop you. Plus Jade and Azul are going to change and swim ahead so they can be there if something goes wrong."

"Azul would never," you said through your tears.

"Do you truly think so little of me?" Azul said with a sigh as he stared at the potion he and Jade were about to take. "Besides, if you have to face your fears, it's only fair I face mine."

Then he walked into the water, drank his potion, and dropped himself backwards into the ocean.

"Well, that's a tough act to follow,"Jade smirked, drinking his own potion and diving into the sea.

You and Floyd watched the ocean for a moment, and waited. Bubbles slowly rose to the surface, and out emerged Azul and Jade.

"Azul…" you trailed off.

"I know. Hideous," he groaned.

"No, no! You're beautiful."

Azul silently slipped back below the water, causing both the twins to laugh.

"Aw! I believe you embarrassed him."

"Come out, I wanna see you blushing!"

A single tentacle flicked water at Jade.

"Alright Shrimpy, can I take another step?" Floyd asked.

You nodded, clinging tighter to him.

He continued taking slow steps into the water, making sure to ask if you were ready before each one. You had slowly been inching your way up his torso, but now there was nowhere left to go, and the next step would mean you actually had to touch the water yourself.

"Can I-"

"No!" You shouted, squeezing Floyd tight enough to give him a run for his money.

"You've been doing a great job, we can take a break for a moment," Azul said.

"But we're so close!" Floyd whined.

"Floyd," Jade said, clearly a warning of something you weren't fully aware of.

Floyd pouted, but stood still as stone, while you dug your nails into his scalp. You heard someone swim closer, and felt them rub your back soothingly.

You took a deep breath, and exhaled an "Okay, I'm ready."

The water was cold on your feet, but Floyd was warm. Warm and safe. Even though he definitely wanted to be fully in the water.

Which the other two seemed aware of.

"Okay, we're going to trade off," Azul said, reaching for you.

"I'm not ready for another step!" You shouted in poor Floyd's ear, gripping him even tighter.

"We won't take another one. I'm just going to shift you over to me."

You nodded and shifted into Azul's arms. He was already wet, making you wonder if it would be easier moving forward with him.

Now free of your viselike grip, Floyd shouted, "Wahoo!" And dove headfirst into the water.

You and Azul giggled as he reemerged in mer form, and shook his head like a wet dog.

"Okay, Let's go," you said, softly smiling now that the tension had eased some.

Azul swam forward, and you continued your progress. Slowly. Slowly. But progress anyway.

"I think you're ready for your last test," Azul whispered, rubbing your back.

"Are you ready to go under?"

You stiffened, and he added, "Only for a second! Jade and Floyd will be right here too. You will be safe."

You felt the twins join your impromptu huddle, now appearing more like an intimate group hug. Stealing your nerves, you took a deep breath, and held it, as the four of you went under the water.

You looked around you and noticed the three of them glowing. They had told you about their bioluminescence, but up to this point you'd never experienced it. You reached out to touch Azul's cheek, and suddenly you were back above the water, hearing the twins loudly guffawing.

"Well," Azul coughed, refusing to make eye contact. "um, so yeah. We think you're ready to come with us. How do you feel about it, though?"

The three stared at you expectantly.

….

"Don't forget to write!" Grim said as he hugged you in front of the mirror.

"I'll only be gone a week!"

"And bring me back souvenirs. Lots of them."

"Okay, Grim. Be good for Idia."

"Yeah, Yeah…"

Jade put a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

You looked at your three friends, nodded, downed your underwater potion, and took a step towards a new adventure.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #twst floyd #floyd leech #jade leech #twst jade

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Dream Girl. || C.B

Summary: Colby couldn’t stop dreaming about a girl of his literal dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of angst, possible smut next chapter

Words: 1,326

Requested?: No

Part one of two

Authors note: This is kinda trashy LMAOO

Proof read?: NOPE.

Love is unexplainable, it has ups and downs and breakups and “just now marrieds”. It has people you met on Tinder or someone you saw in high school. But NEVER, has it been meeting from a dream.

Colby was an everyday influencer, he made millions of dollars off of simply exploring with his friends, he had never been struck down by love more strongly than when he dreamt of a beautiful woman, her hair was so gorgeous, her face was flawless and her lips looked so soft, her skin was a beautiful color and her eyes shimmered with love. She was everything Colby ever wanted, everything Colby needed.

Colby sighed, drifting his mouse on his laptop mouse pad in circles while staring at the video he was editing. He wished he could see that woman besides in his dreams, just to feel her not just in a dream, tell her how much he adores her and how much he loves her while he spins her in circles in some park or in his home, not inside of his mind. Sam hears the annoying sound of bickering from Colby since he’s dreamt of that woman. Colby shuts his laptop right before saving his editing process, which none he made. But one save couldn’t hurt,” SAM!” Colby shouts at his roommate and best friend, (More like a brother than a roommate or friend) Sam,” What?” Sam walks into the living room where Colby was sitting,” Is it that dream girl?” Colby sighs,” Yes, Sam. She's so beautiful!” Colby groans and lays his head on his shoulder,” Get over her, Colby.” Sam puts a hand on his shoulder,” She’s not real.”

That was the last thing he heard before he spaced out, imagining himself with that woman, how her voice sounded like, how she walked, how she dressed, she was just so capturing to Colby it’s like she infected his mind, his heart, and soul. He dozes off, he couldn't hear Sam but what did it matter anyway? He starts waking up in his dream, white glowing walls don’t blind him anymore, he has been here so many times his eyes have properly adjusted to the stinging lights,” Colby?” The woman asks,” Aren’t you supposed to be editing like you said?’” Colby shakes his head,” I couldn't get you out of my head.” The woman is taken aback for a moment,”Obviously, I’m amazing” She says sarcastically and giggles as Colby smiles and holds her close, not being able to feel her breaks his heart. But pretending would have to do for now.

He adored her so much, every video, every day, every second he would be thinking or talking about her, his fans think hes crazy for liking this ‘imaginary dream girl’ but he didn’t care, he was happy. He found someone to love,”Colby we should watch a movie.” Colby looks at her,”What movie?” You pretend to think before smiling,”The Nightmare before Christmas would be a good movie.” You smile with pleading eyes and Colby caves in immediately,”Fine.” He lets go of her, already missing a touch he couldn’t feel.

A familiar shaking and screaming in the ear awakens him from his sleep,”God do you just always sleep all day?” Jake asks,”Sorry, I was just tired.” Jake rolls his eyes and grabs Colbys arm,”Come on idiot, were going to the bar.” Colby walks to the car before getting his phone from the couch,”I am NOT driving.” Sam says,”I’m too tired to drive.” Colby yawns before getting in the back,”I’ll drive I guess.” Jake says,”COREY!” Jake yells for him,”I’m getting out of the house god damn.” Corey puts his hand over the sun to see better before getting in the passenger door,”Drinking at 6pm? Are we alcoholics?” Corey adjusts his beanie before Sam sits in the back with Colby as Colby starts to fall asleep,”Colby wake the fuck up before I beat you with a water bottle.” Jake adjusts his mirror to face Colby to make sure he’s awake.

Sam sighs,”Ever since you dreamt of that girl you just sleep all day.” Sam flicks Colby’s arm as he looks at Sam and rubs his arm,”Shes beautiful.” Corey turns around to face Colby,”You don’t even know her name!” Jake slams the breaks and causes everyone to fly forwards,”JAKE WHAT THE FUCK!” Corey yells at Jake as they argue, Colby sighs and lays his head against the car door and starts to fall asleep, deafening the sounds of shouting. The white walls cover his vision again,”Hey Colbs.” She grabs Colby’s hand,”Hey, I’m back and we’re going to the pub right now.” She looks confused,”Pub? What time is it?” Colby laughs,”Like 6.” He rubs the back of his neck,”In the morning??” Colby holds her,”No pm.” She rolls her eyes,”Still bad.” Colby rolls his eyes and smiles,”Do you think I could eat 7 pop tarts in under a minute?” Colby stares at her for a moment before laughing at the stupid and random question,”I don’t think you can.” Colby hugs her,”I never got your name.” Colby turns his head and faces her,”Y/n.” He smiled,”I like that name, it suits you.” He placed your hair behind your ear,”I know.” Colby blushed as he leaned in into your face, eyes darting to your lips and back at you, he noticed you doing the same and he leaned.

He’s awoken by the car stopping and his friends in the car screaming at him to wake up,”Jesus I’m up!” Sam laughs,”Come on Colby we got drinks to attend too.” They all get out of the car and enter the pub, surprising because it’s only people. Jake grabs Corey’s hand as he was stuck looking at a painting of some girl. They all sit down and share their IDs with the woman attending them before grabbing a couple beers or seltzers from the waiter's plate besides Jake,”Yeah but I think we should go back to the Stanley Hotel.” Sam tilts his drink,”That’s so fucking stupid, I think we should go to the Sallie house again.” Jake suggests as he takes a sip of his lemon water,”We could go to that haunted house in Russellville.” Colby plays with his thumbs on top of the table,”Which Russellville?” Corey asks,”Tennessee, the house where the woman hung herself and her kids?” They all look at each other and talk about which place they should go to for a video as Colby zones out, looking at the tables around him.

And he spots her.

The same woman in his dreams, exact hair, smile, clothing he saw today while visiting her, it was her. He didn’t know what to do, should he say hello? Yes, he should. He should go talk to her, but he was scared. Horrified even but he knew he had to do it. He got up from his seat and walked to her,”Hello, y/n is it?” He asked and she was taken aback,”Colby?” Her jaw dropped before she stood up and hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe,”I have so many questions Colbs.” His heart warmed inside, he pinched himself and felt the stinging sensation of pain. He wasn’t dreaming? He grabs her hips before kissing her on the cheek, both of them laugh out of excitement and surprise,”Is that the dream boy you’ve been obsessing about?” Her friend asked,”My friends call you a dream girl.” She looked surprised,”Ava wait here!” She grabs her friend and shakes her before holding onto Colby’s arm,”Where are they?”

He drags her along to their table,”Guys—“ Colby’s cut off short by Jake,”Did Colby get a girlfriend after 10 minutes of being here?” Colby shook his head. Corey took a sip of his drink,”You know the dream girl I’ve been talking about?” Colby asks and they all nod,”Yea you talked about her non-stop, no offense.” Sam said as he pointed to you. Colby took a deep breath,

“Well this is her.”

#colby brock x you #colby brock x reader #colby brock

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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Call Me Maybe

Written By: Carly Rae Jepsen, Josh Ramsay & Tavish Crowe

Artist: Carly Rae Jepsen

Released: 2011

“Call Me Maybe” is a song by Canadian pop icon Carly Rae Jepsen. It initially served as the lead single for her original second studio album Curiosity, which was cut down to a 6 track EP just days before its release. After the immense success this song had, managing to top the Billboard Hot 100 chart the week of June 23rd, 2012; as well as being named “Song of the Summer” for that year by several publications, she embarked on a quick journey to make her second full-length studio album (and first worldwide release) Kiss, for which Call Me Maybe also served as the lead single. Lyrically, the song is about a crush. The writing is straightforward and visual, with lines such as “Ripped jeans, skin was showing”. The simplicity of the lyrics, as well as their relatability, makes the song easy to latch on to and enjoy. Sonically, the song is mainly held together by a four-on-the-floor style drum pattern, as well as string sounds that shine from the very start of the track until the end, where they slow down and get pitched to bring the energy to a stop. The song has been described as being “Bubblegum Pop”, referring to it’s light and sugary feel.

[Verse 1] I threw a wish in the well Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell And now you're in my way I trade my soul for a wish Pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this But now you're in my way [Pre-Chorus] Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [Chorus] Hey, I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me, maybe It's hard to look right at you, baby But here's my number, so call me, maybe Hey, I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me, maybe And all the other boys try to chase me But here's my number, so call me, maybe [Verse 2] You took your time with the call I took no time with the fall You gave me nothin' at all But still you're in my way I beg and borrow and steal At first sight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it But it's in my way [Pre-Chorus] Your stare was holdin' Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby? [Chorus] Hey, I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me, maybe It's hard to look right at you, baby But here's my number, so call me, maybe Hey, I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me, maybe And all the other boys try to chase me But here's my number, so call me, maybe [Post-Chorus] Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad [Bridge] It's hard to look right at you, baby But here's my number, so call me, maybe [Chorus] Hey, I just met you and this is crazy But here's my number, so call me, maybe And all the other boys try to chase me But here's my number, so call me, maybe [Post-Chorus] Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad And you should know that So call me, maybe

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Like Real People Do

Written By: Hozier

Artist: Hozier

Released: 2014

Alternate version included: Live in America, 2015

This song is a metaphor. Hozier uses “bog bodies” in Ireland, bodies which are exhumed after centuries of natural mummification, to describe a new relationship.

[Verse 1] I had a thought, dear, however scary About that night, the bugs and the dirt Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me from the earth? [Chorus] I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither should you Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do [Verse 2] I knew that look, dear: eyes always seeking Was there in someone that dug long ago So I will not ask you why you were creeping In some sad way, I already know [Chorus] So I will not ask you where you came from I would not ask and neither would you Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do [Chorus] I could not ask you where you came from I could not ask and neither could you Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips We could just kiss like real people do

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#carly rae jepsen #call me maybe #hozier #like real people do #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round1

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yoon-oh-what-i-deserve · 2 years

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Growing Cold - Jeong Jaehyun [Chapter 1]

Summary: How long does it take to fall in love with someone? How many seasons does it take to fall out of it? How long does it take to forget someone? But more importantly, how long does it take to remember everything?

Pairing: Jaehyun x f!reader.

Genre: fluff, smut, angst.

Content: explicit sex, suggestive, reader slightly older than Jaehyun, memory loss, a little bit of science fiction.

A/N: First of all, thank you so much for all the interest in this fic. I didn’t expect it to be this much. Also, thank you for the 113 followers! I’ll try to keeo the updates as consistant as possible, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to follow through it because of my outside life. But I do intend on updating it every 2 weeks at first. Hope you all enjoy it!

Taglist: @fubsyy, @mkjeong, @nominsgirl, @baehaechannie

Navigation: Growing Cold Masterlist | Chapter Two

PARK SEO JOON BREAKS THE INTERNET - AGAIN.

Actor commented on Y/N Y/L/N’s photo and made everyone go crazy for a couple of hours

That Park Seo Joon is up and about giving us all a heart attack with his beautiful smile and amazing soul is the understatement of the year. The 30-year-old handsome actor is known to take everyone’s breath away with his wholehearted performances. In any drama or movie, you can bet. I mean, who hasn’t thought about him ever since She was Pretty? He made sure to stay constantly in our minds - and hearts.

Park Seo Joon is known for being openly active on social media, with his fun posts and stories on Instagram. However, fans had something to freak out about last weekend, as Sunday the actor liked and commented on a recent photo of model Y/N Y/L/N, to the despair of the fangirls.

Hundred of thousands of replies have been recorded and when asked about it, Park laughed it off. “She really is gorgeous. I’m not going to deny that.” (See video below)

Of course, there was nothing from the 26-year-old model, but there are theories going on about it on the internet, theories that have left this journalist open-mouthed. But would Y/N be having anything with the actor or is it just a long shot in the dark?

There hasn’t been anything about the two of them meeting in real life and while Park Seo Joon is always out and about, the same can’t be said about the model, who likes to keep her privacy and is often seen with another hot-shot, the singer Jeong Jaehyun, although neither of them has confirmed any kind of relationship between them and both say they’re only friends.

Whether or not this was just Park being a normal guy and complimenting a girl, we can’t stop thinking about how cute of a couple those two would make! We even managed to manip our new favorite ship! (See below)

~*~

Y/N stared at the screen of her phone for a few more moments before cracking up. She couldn’t believe her life had led her to this moment, one she would be featured in teenager magazines and shipped with an actor she had never met. Of course, she knew who he was, she had watched his movies and dramas and she had to admit that he was all that everyone was saying. But had she met him? No, of course not.

Her notifications on Instagram had been blowing up for the past 48 hours, making the girl mute the app and ignore all kinds of messages she had been receiving. It was a good idea, no drama, no fans throwing insults at her (something that would happen, she was sure of it), no fans asking things she couldn’t answer, no gossip magazines mentioning her on Twitter… Nothing. It was just Y/N, the bed she had been on, Netflix, and some good company. That is until she got a call from her best friend begging her to read that article.

Hana had been in her life for as long as she could remember, her best friend ever since they were little girls playing in the sandbox. They might have taken completely different paths in life, but they were always by each other’s side whenever it was needed.

Y/N was willing to read the article because it was Hana who wrote it. She would trust her best friend with everything in her life, even gossips the media wanted to spread.

The fact that Hana had been chosen to write something about her life was completely amusing. Sometimes, Y/N wondered if her best friend had told her boss they were best friends and that was why, but the truth is that Y/N knew, for a fact, that Hana had kept her mouth closed when it came to being friends with someone as famous as Y/N and it could only be the most ridiculous coincidence in the world. No one had ever suspected anything.

With a small smile, Y/N closed the e-mail her friend had sent her and shook her head. As always, Hana had written something so close to the truth without saying anything that she couldn’t believe the way her friend had with words. She had no other way than to say it was perfect and she wouldn’t change a thing.

From: Y/N

To: Hana

You know, one of these days they’ll get suspicious as to how you know so much about my life.

From: Hana

To: Y/N

I’ll just tell them I stan you. I’m an obsessive fangirl. But how is it?

From: Y/N

To: Hana

You know it’s perfect. Now stop freaking out, cause I know you are!

From: Hana

To: Y/N

This could very well be my ship!

From: Y/N

To: Hana

You are aware that I have never met him, right?

From: Hana

To: Y/N

Oh, sweetie… God works in mysterious ways.

Y/N couldn’t believe what she was reading. There were times she worried about Hana living for far too long in her teenage years with all the young celebrities she had to be in touch with for her job - and for her own pleasure too. Of course, you never know what the future holds, but there was no way Y/N would ever be with Park Seo Joon. She was perfectly fine the way she was, with who she was. Even if she didn’t have anyone, exactly, at the time.

Her life was great the way it was and adding drama to it, as the comments had made sure to confirm her worries, was nothing but a waste of time.

Hana sent her just a thumb up as a reply, something Y/N knew that meant she had posted the article and Y/N couldn’t wait to see what else would be said about her after that.

With a devious smile on her face, the girl opened her Instagram for the first time that week and clicked on her most recent photo, the comment Seo Joon had left being the first one. And then she clicked on the heart next to it without a second thought.

Instantly, her phone blew up with at least five messages from her best friend.

From: Hana

To: Y/N

You bitch!

I can’t believe you just did that

I’m gonna fucking kill you, Y/L/N

Couldn’t you have done it before I posted it?

I hate you so much!

From: Y/N

To: Hana

I just gave you another story to write. You should love me!

From: Hana

To: Y/N

🖕

The laugh that erupted from Y/N was loud and genuine. She loved messing with her best friend to the point of making her professional life a living hell sometimes.

“What’s so funny?” a raspy voice called her out, her laughter slowly dying out as she stared ahead, the once empty room now giving sight to something she quite enjoyed.

There was a reason Y/N liked to keep her life private; There was a reason she found no trouble at all in setting all her apps on mute and that reason was standing right in front of her. His wet jet-black hair dripping into the floor and slowly tracing down his handsome face, leading down past his shoulders, glistening in the fluorescent light against his chest, one she had so many times run her hands over. The marks of her nails still painting in a soft red on the pale skin, dying down on the white towel poorly secured around his waist.

Y/N followed all of it in complete silence, her eyes never daring to move from the man standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his dark brown eyes focused on her shallow breaths, the way her chest seemed to rise and fall in the bra she was wearing, the only piece of clothing her upper body was sporting.

Her eyes had turned into a darker shade, something he could see from where he was, something he enjoyed a little too much. Her long legs, hidden under the white thick duvet, squirmed under his intense stare, her insides churning in excitement as she watched his hungry eyes roam all over her.

Jaehyun had known Y/N for a good three years. They had been introduced in a party Johnny had thrown and hit it off immediately. At the time, both of them had completely different lives, both of them dated and there was nothing more than genuine friendship. They were both easy people to talk to, had pretty much the same interests. And even though they had super busy schedules, it was always easy to talk through messages and phone calls.

It all started to change, though, when both of their relationships went down the drain and what once was an innocent friendship saw there the chance to change into something else.

There was no name to what they had, they hadn’t talked about it. A whole year had gone without it being fully addressed, but it wasn’t just a friends with benefits thing and they both knew it.

It was something else, something, as much as they liked to deny, with deeper feelings involved. It wasn’t easy to simply hide it from everyone. They had to be cautious, they couldn’t let people out of their friends' circle get suspicious, they couldn’t let anyone notice how much they meant to each other.

It was easier that way, less dramatic, and more personal. Something they would only share with people they were comfortable with. And yet they weren’t anything official.

There was something dreadful in being in a committed relationship when they had started whatever they had. The ghosts of their pasts still lingering over them, so it was only natural to take things as they came, to move around it and see where it was going to lead them. But maybe neither of them had thought it would last this long without coming to a real thing.

They had grown used to how they worked and thought that there was nothing to be talked about.

“It’s just Hana,” she shrugged it off, her brain finally snapping out of her thoughts.

There was something she would never be able to do when standing anywhere near that man, and it was stop fantasizing about him. He was like her own kind of Greek god, the personification of a sacred deity thrown into this Earth to be of her delight. There could be a thousand lifetimes and there weren’t going to be one of them that she didn’t find him handsome, no matter what. He just caused that kind of feelings in her.

“Oh,” he muttered, his body leaning off the wood, his soft steps echoing through the floor as he made his way to the girl. “I thought we were supposed to pretend we were stranded in a deserted island,” he smirked, his eyes ravishing over her exposed chest, taking every inch of her skin in, his tongue darting out of his mouth to run over his smooth lips.

“You were taking a little too long on that shower,” Y/N murmured, her eyes wide open as she watched the man walking up to her, her hands twitching in excitement to run over his torso and add a few more scratch marks to it.

The hunger in his eyes was like fuel to her, burning too bright and hot that she felt it in her core, his breath fanning over her face, now too close to her and yet too far. He was towering over the girl, his body hovering hers, not touching an inch of it, much to her dismay.

“I had to keep myself entertained,” she breathed out, her lips brushing against his in a feeble attempt of toying with him, baiting him in her mercy; he didn’t buy it. Jaehyun knew her way too well.

“I’m sure you could have thought of better ways to do it,” he mumbled, his hand slowly tracing the curve of her neck, intertwining in her hair softly, caressing her while still running his tongue over his lips, watching as she tried to keep her eyes on his, but failing to unfocus from his mouth. “I’m sure you could’ve just…” he started once again, his hand now retreating from the hair and sliding down her arms, softly and slowly, the touch leaving goosebumps in its wake as his breath fanned down on her, her eyes now shut in anticipation. “You could’ve just joined me.”

Jaehyun left no time for a reply, it was never his intention.

Without a single second to spare, his lips crashed down on hers, roughly and hungry, their breaths mingling and panting, the only sound in the bedroom aside from the occasional smacks of their lips.

Jaehyun’s hands couldn’t find a home, traveling from her arms to her waist, pulling her closer to him, feeling her chest flush against his, her warmth spreading through him as a safety blanket, her legs freeing from the confines of the duvet before closing around him at the same time his hands reached her back, his fingers carefully running down her spine. The touch was so gentle she couldn’t help but moan at the feeling it caused, her back arching off the bed and into him, her mouth opening in the shape of an O.

Jaehyun took it as his advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth in a wet kiss, exploring every corner of her mouth, massaging her own tongue before fighting for dominance over the kiss, which she surrendered to him.

Y/N kissed him in abandonment as if leaving her whole life to him, giving him everything she had, everything she would ever have.

She clutched to his neck fiercer, fingers slipping into his hair and pulling at the roots with wanton, desperately trying to draw a moan out of him, with success.

He could never get enough of that woman and she knew exactly what to do to get him going, but if he was to ever make it to their appointment, he would have to put an end to it and soon. Jaehyun could feel himself coming up with excuses to his friends as to why he didn’t show up to their party already.

Gasping out for air, Jaehyun broke their connection, his nose running along her cheeks to her shoulders, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her collarbone, his mind reminding him of not leaving any visible mark on her skin before, finally, sucking in the skin on her chest, right above her breast, a small gasp coming out of her throat, her eyes still closed as she bit her lips together in pleasure.

“You should get ready,” Jaehyun murmured against her skin, his lips still taunting her endlessly.

“Can’t we just… Skip it?” Her voice sounded so broken for having to leave at that exact moment. She just wanted to spend the rest of the evening lying on that bed at his mercy. The real world could suck sometimes.

“Again?” Jaehyun chuckled, his face now in front of hers. “Didn’t we just skip your friend’s party yesterday?”

“And look at how much more fun we had,” she bargained, her brown eyes dark in want as she stared at him.

Jeong Jaehyun had the power of making her turn into putty by only being in the room and he knew it.

The singer smiled down at the girl, pressed a lingering kiss to her lips and pulled away before she could get too carried away.

“Go get ready, beautiful,” he laughed walking away.

“Tease!”

~*~

Contrary to his belief, they actually left home and just in time to miss the rush hour, something both of them were glad. Although it was a fairly quick ride from Seocho-gu to Itaewon, you never know how much time you would lose stuck in trafic.

It was one thing when you didn’t have much to do, but when you had a party, even if a small gathering, the anxiety of being in the same place for too long would be too much.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the view of the city flashing past them as the car headed towards the center of the city, a low song playing on the radio, keeping the atmosphere in the vehicle serene and light. Golden specks of light entered through the windshield, the last rays of sunshine of the day illuminating their skin in a golden tone, Jaehyun’s eyes hidden by his black ray-ban focusing on the road ahead.

She took the time to admire it all, the way his hands held the steering-wheel expertly, sliding across it every now and then, the same hands she loved running around her body, the same hands she loved to just hold and have it clasped around hers.

The sunlight kissed his skin almost adoringly, highlighting his cheekbones and adding a new color to the speck of tones she had seen his face turn into. Y/N knew that if Jaehyun were to take off his glasses at that moment, his eyes wouldn’t be the same dark brown color they always were; they would have turned into a melted chocolate-color, like someone had melted the delicacy and poured into his irises. It was mesmerizing and breathtaking, worth of losing herself into them. And she had, so many times it was beyond her comprehension, but she didn’t mind one bit.

Y/N reached her hands over the handbrake, her palm turned up in an obvious sign of telling Jaehyun something. His right hand let go of the steering-wheel, intertwining on hers without a second thought, his face turning to her side with a smile plastered on his lips, the devotion his eyes held hidden by the dark shades he had on.

It was at times like these that the singer felt like he had everything he could have asked for. Everything felt right, even if it didn’t seem like it.

There was something about the way their hands seemed to fit effortlessly, how they always had been thinking the same thing before speaking it, how they seemed to be in the exact same place when it came to their lives.

It was uncanny that they should be together. Everyone had said so, from his friends to his family, always bugging him about it, saying that he had to properly ask her to be his girlfriend. A girl like that wasn’t easy to find, that’s what his dad said whenever they visited.

But it wasn’t so simple. They had been ‘together’ for so long that he just couldn’t see the right way or the right time to do it. They had fallen into a pattern that their relationship was real and official, even if unspoken, even if hidden from the world. Saying something just felt like doubting everything they had ever had.

“Have I ever told you how much I like it when you bring me to meet your friends?” Her voice disrupted his track of thought, bringing him back into reality and to the car.

His hand was still wrapped around hers as he drove down the road, the sun barely visible in the horizon. She had perked up in her seat, something Y/N always seemed to do when she wanted to share some kind of secret. It was endearing watching her whole self light up at the idea of telling someone something she deemed intimate.

“You do?” His eyes went back to hers, watching the excitement take over her features, her eyes brightening as she looked back at him in innocence, her head tilted to the side as if she couldn’t believe he was asking her that.

“Of course I do!” She hooted. “What’s not to like? They are all always so welcoming and fun to be around. They bring some other side of you too, I guess. You seem more relaxed, more natural and... More you. Something I only get to see when you’re not on the spotlight.” Y/N proposed, her fingers snapping up as she listed everything she had said. “Not to mention the fact that they’re super funny and make everything feel safe. It makes me feel like everything is so normal.”

Jaehyun smiled. He understood everything she was saying and couldn’t help but agree. It seemed like they were in a safe environment every time they were with them, the world could fall apart and yet they would remain one.

It seemed strange that a group of people could hold such importance to them, but it made sense to him. With his friends, it was a few of the moments that he could be himself, without any pressure. It was like going home every time he needed to go back.

The fact that Y/N felt the same way meant something to him. He didn’t know what yet, but it had something to do with the fact that his chest would feel warm sharing with her all the memories he had made and were to make with them.

It didn’t mind what it was or how silly it seemed to anyone else. She would listen to him intently and appreciate the fact that he felt like he could share it with her, could trust on her with bits of him that weren’t on full display. And she loved it. She loved listening to him talking, she loved picturing his younger version doing all the things coming out of his mouth. Maybe that was why she loved those counted getaways with him and his group of friends.

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagine #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun angst #NCT 127 #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #nct 127 scenarios

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yautja-lover · 5 months

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Mikey's Love Crisis 💕 Lover (A Prequel to The Mysterious Package)

❭❭─❥─➣⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̷̷̷ ⋆⁺₊⋆—̳͟͞͞♥

Bayverse Turtles (April O'Neil as a guest appearance)

Summary:Mikey is having a love crisis while he prepares his gift for Lucy Jones in hopes of wooing her heart and soul.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

In the turtle lair underneath the sewers of New York, Michelangelo is sitting next to his brute brother Raphael on the couch in the living room while trying to focus on playing a video game but is having trouble concentrating. As thoughts of his best friend, Lucy Jones plagued his mind which doesn't help the fact that the brains of the bunch, Donatello is in the kitchen starting another pot of coffee. The aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, as the captivating aroma of coffee drew Mikey's mind back to memory lane. The flashbacks of Lucy's coffee addiction floods his mind making him forget about the video game completely.

~ Flashback Starts ~

"Ohhh, my God, Lucy... can you at least not drink coffee straight from the pot??" Mikey askes her, as Leo stands there watching her while thinking 'This is why we never give Lucy coffee, look at how crazy she's become!' and Donnie has his mouth dropped with wide-eyes before covering his mouth in shock thinking 'Ohhh, my God!.. and I thought I was bad... look at her!' Mikey just sighs and looks at her with a smirk "You know, what? You want to drink coffee like a savage? Fine, then.. drink it like a savage you are." he said in a joking and loving tone, as Lucy continues to drink her coffee straight from the pot like a savage.

Mikey then looks over at Leo, who's now shaking his head at Lucy as Raph stares at her in shock and surprise before snickering "And y'all talk 'bout me drinkin' it straight... how 're ya' not burnin' you're tongue, right now?!" he asked in disbelief. While Donnie continues to stare at her before finally speaking up in a worried tone "Lucy... you, you can't drink coffee from the pot!! It's completely unsanitary.." he said stuttering over his words, slightly.. but Lucy just continued to drink from it while Raph snickered Leo, Mikey and Donnie try to pry the hot coffee pot from her hands coaxing her to drink from a mug instead, like a normal person.

~ Flashback Ends ~

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home You're my, my, my, my

Lover

"Mikey?.. Mikey?!.." he heard his oldest brother, Leonardo called out to him who stopped practicing with his katana's "Hey! Numbnuts, snap out of it!" Mikey shook his head and looks at his brothers, noticing Donnie standing by the kitchen entrance way holding a coffee mug with a look of concern on his face. "Huh.. what happened?" the youngest terrain asked, "You dozed off during the game." Leo replied while raising a concern eye ridge at his little brother "Raph beat you, like six times, now." Donnie added causing Mikey to glance at the screen to see a 'YOU LOSE' blinking right in front of him. Before either of them could say or do anything else, April O'Neil walks in carrying a large box from Build-a-Bear and a mini-sized bag from a jewelry store. Mikey let out an excited gasp, as he did a backflip off of the couch and rushed over to her "Is that, what I think it is?!" he exclaimed while bouncing up and down. April nodded her head with a smile on her face "You have no idea, how many stores I had to go to for that bear?" the news reporter said causing the other three terrapins share the same confused look while whispering to themselves "..bear?.."

Mikey thanked April then rushed off to his room before either of his brothers could question him about what he's up to. Once the orange-clad turtle was alone in his room, he immediately got to work with his plan to woo Lucy over. Starting with opening the Build-a-Bear box to take out the pumpkin teddy bear, that has a cute little pumpkin on the end of it's snout for a nose wearing an orange bandana. He then grabbed an envelope addressing it to...

To my pumpkin🎃

Secondly he very carefully took out a small box from the mini-sized bag, opening it to reveal a gold chain necklace with his signature weapon as a pendant attached to it. He looks it over to make sure that his advice that he told her when they first met is engraved on the handles, chirping in excitement that the message is there before very delicately wraps the necklace up in a green and orange tissue paper.. making sure to attach a sticky note on the wrapped item that says...

From your favorite turtle ;)

Thirdly, he put the wrapped item inside the envelope and placed it between the pumpkin teddy bear's paws before sitting down writing Lucy a love letter.. going into extreme detail about how much he admires her, how he finds her beautiful and how he's slowly falling for her. He even wrote a few details about some of the things he would even do to her, if she ever allowed him to do so...

Mikey looked it over before deciding to write a second letter.. about him calling her all kinds of sweet nicknames and describing himself as a hopeless romantic, which he hopes will woo her at the end of the second letter he draws a small doodle of a turtle holding a box of chocolates that has the words 'Be my GF, cutie?' on it...

Looking it over, he tsked while shaking his head and starts to write a third letter that says...

Lucy, I know I just met you recently, but... I can't help myself... you're just so amazing to me...

You have the most beautiful eyes and I can't take my eyes off of you... you have the most gorgeous smile that brightens up my day...

You make me laugh and you make me smile... I get butterflies in my stomach when I'm around you... and that's when I know that I'm falling for you...

I love you, Lucy♥

Mikey seemed to have a dilemma on, which of the three letters to go with before he decided to set the three love letters aside for now.

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Lastly, Mikey bounced off into the kitchen gathering up the well needed ingredients to bake some cupcakes for Lucy while listening to Lover by Taylor Swift singing along to the song.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home forever and ever Your my, my, my, my

Lover

At the bridge of the song Mikey starts singing his heart out, changing a few of the words unaware that he woke up his older brothers from their slumber "Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man woman to be my lover My heart's been borrowed lonely and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll I'll save all your my dirtiest jokes for me you And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover." As Mikey continues to sing his heart out during the last chorus of the song while stirring up the ingredients into a large bowl, that he didn't even hear his brothers calling his name.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And, ah, take me out and take me home forever and ever You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

"Michelangelo?" Mikey gets startled and drops the bowl of batter causing some of it to land with a splat against Master Splinter's fuzzy face, the turtles all gasped with a 'Oh, shit' look on their face.

#bayverse mikey #bayverse raph #bayverse donnie #bayverse leo #bayverse april o'neil #bayverse turtles #lover 🥰💕#yautja-lover writing #yautja-lover posts #Spotify

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helenarlett-rex · 2 months

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You know... I kind of miss being a librarian. Not so much the actual work itself, and certainly not the people I ended up working for... But I kind of miss the pure insanity you encounter from day to day as a librarian. Any time I needed new material for a Miss Smalls story, all I ever had to do was go to work for a couple of days, and chances were I'd have all the inspiration I needed. Now that I work at a gaming store, I don't really have that. Even working for the second biggest chain of gaming stores in the country (Game X Change... We are second only to Game Stop) I still don't get quite the same level of crazy I did at the public library. It's like, sure, I could tell you about people calling in and asking if we sell random shit a game store would have no reason to sell, like katanas, or police scanners... Or tell you about the crack head family that comes in to sell Pokemon cards and how the dad won't stop swinging the baby around and throwing it up into the air until the baby finally gets so sick it vomits all over my store... Or the bitch area manager who keeps coming in and rearranges everything in the store to the point where no one who actually works there knows where anything is because that is the only thing she can do because she's too blazed out of her mind 24/7 to actually do anything useful but she still needs a reason to go from store to store and do stuff so she can collect a pay check and as the mistress of company's CEO it's not like anyone is going to fire her... I could talk about how that same bitch was dating one of the store managers while sleeping with the CEO behind his back and then dumped him and chose the CEO over him when he found out, despite the fact that the CEO is already married and was sleeping with her behind his own wife's back, and when the manager quit because he refused to work for either of them anymore they were the ones to host his going away party as if they thought that was somehow okay... Or I could talk about how the company is owned by a rich frat boy who has never had to work a day in his life, married a literal Saudi Arabian oil princess, and knows absolutely nothing about the things his stores sell, to the point where the very concept of model kits had to be explained to him and he still didn't get it... I could complain about how every time the Warhammer group shows up to play Warhammer at the tables in the back of the store they leave the bathrooms looking like we were housing a group of circus elephants in there... But that just all seems so mundane compared to the stuff I saw at the library. No more stories about how we had to yell at a man to get out of our tree only to later catch him living in our utility room and find out he was an armed robber who had been going around town in a circle robbing the same three pizza places over and over... No more stories about the insane woman who would steal pork chops out of the Walmart dumpsters because her psychic told her pork cleanses the soul (the older the pork the better) or the extremely racist cook book she was writing... I miss people like Tree Boy and Pork Chop Lady... I miss the weird guy who would come in every night and just sit in a chair and stare at people in silence for five hours... Or the guy with the Crying Elvis t-shirt who was always trying to take pictures of our feet when we weren't looking... Or the guy who wore shorts and sandals under a trench coat and ball cap, never spoke a word to anyone, and only rented children's movies... How many people can say they've had a professional sword sallower threaten to never swallow swords in their building again because he saw an LGBT book on the shelf? How often have you ever found porn hidden in your ceiling? How often have you seen a video on Facebook of a man getting caught without his pants on while he sat in the parking lot of a public park watching children playing on the playground and said, "Oh shit, that's Mr. Gee..." I mean, I could probably do with less pedophiles... And less cannibals... But I still miss that kind of insanity.

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the winner is mongrang x reader. But a big twist to it.

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MONGRANG X READER.

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you were a pretty girl. grown into an age of when provinces and masters were under the hands of you. it sickened you to the point of when being under the hands of a master had you become a true realist. your mother.

Your village. control is one thing to use in such displeasure and dangerous acts. but the echoing screams of enslaved people that didn't fall under the rule. were tortured and taken into executions. but you didn't want to be controlled since we supposedly humans with an immune system controlling us. us as humanoid meat covering our soul like an apple with worms inside of it. you batted your chinese fan to let the air swoosh to your makeup embedded face.

ignoring the time, going out at night to see two opposites argue with each other. but these two opposites had a different power to them. one was crazy and mentally unwell. and one used and took women into his room to have a great time fucking their pussy for free.

That was mongrang.

your face turned disgusted by the mere presence of his face inside your head. like a VHS tape you broke before but still continuously played the footage. he was a red flag.

had the beauty of women give him motivation and happiness enough to satisfy his needs. but he had an enemy that isn't like that at all. and it kinda fascinated you about these two beings.

Jaha lee.

He is an extremely insane but handsome young man who rules a clan. doing usurpation upon the previous leader. they were both hot, but your taste for men is halfway ruined by booze-drinking older men.

Without respect and with a disgusting stench to them. Reaching to get a hot beauty to benefit their lives. but it doesn't work that way.

you ordered pho and sat down with your hanfu kissing the wood of the benches. you looked around the town in your vision. Booze, wine, beautiful men with evil in them, and women that rests their naked body onto many men. a fabric of DNA shared too much.

the bowl of broth and noodles went across your nose. standing you down. trying not to eat it unprofessional. It's ridiculous to be proper for the public eye.

Eat like a pig? Get judged and get called piggy.

eat proper? You are such a true lady.

you scoffed. reaching to your chopsticks to the pool of broth in the bowl. gender is such a stupid hassle to come across. Why do I need to pay attention to how I eat, and why do i need to do it just for the nonexistent stares of humanity's issues and problems? confusion struck your mind when you ate it properly.

you saw a man with long light chocolate colored hair sit across from you. the stares of the women when directly at you, like you interrupted their need to fangirl at the beauty of a man. Even the girl right next to him shot you a stare of such disrespect and thoughts of "why is she sitting with this bitch?"

he tried talking to you. with his beautiful eyes attempted to struck your heart. it's like a video game. It was blue. and it was pretty. but also multiple questions had to wash over your brain.

"what is he doing here?"

'Did he see me when he fought with that jaha guy?"

"Men are such rats. Why is trying to talk to me?"

his deep voice cleared it all like clouds.

"I believe I met you 2 months ago. I thought you were pretty. But I don't know why you decided to avoid me."

you chewed the meat from the meal.

"Get to the point. why are you talking to me?"

"I wanted to take you on a walk. to try and get to know you better.. despite your hatred for men."

"You... want to take me out?? You answer in a tone of rejection. he seemed kind, but inside of all, that kindness is a red flag.

"ahaha. I didn't mean to upset you. but come here. I need to tell you something."

"You have already done. now. leave my sight. I need to go home anyway. " That sentence hit him hard like a knife. since he really wanted to talk to you after his fight with jaha. but so mysterious to disappear right after their destructive fight.

the pervert demon reaching for a hand of such mystery.

"Wait." he grabbed your hand. right when he did. you scoffed in disgust. thinking about how many many men tried to get with pretty women. and then try so hard to reach for their pretty plum lips.

"let me go."

"Please talk to me. if you don't want to. Then I respect your answer. but please??"

the whispers and stares were directly to you again. like you split a drink or spilled pho all over your hanfu. it was judgemental and sour. but you had to suck it up and act accordingly to the most beautiful man in this town.

"Fine. fine."

He then grabbed your entire body and flew away in so much speed. It was so surprising. a pervert with such power. and a pervert that shit his man to a man with insanity on his toes. ahh. such misfortune. it was the lake he washed himself with.

the shit particles in this beautiful river. way to mess up beauty in nature.

"Did you bring me here to flirt with me like you insufferable men always do during your lives or to make me your girlfriend?"

"it's not like that at all. those women I hung out with back there is only using me for reputation and money... sick of it."

"very surprised of one person that sticks their cock inside women."

"Do you want me to be honest or not?" his entire personality changed. like he got revamped. always having motivation towards women, but it's much different from you than before.

"be honest."

"Your beauty caught me off gaurd when I was fighting that maniac. it wasn't like usual when i saw women in general. you actually had a unique personality when I saw you. all I'm saying is that. I don't know much about you. But I want to know more about you."

"tch typical." You turned your head from the face of what he's saying is genuine. but it actually made you feel something from that. you only had spoken to him in such a rude attitude. even when he spoke to you back then. so. Maybe give a chance?

"I dealt with men from all across China. when I traveled through our land. from the shanxxi province to the Shanghai province. It's not that different anymore coming from you. so please...I don't need to deal with one more."

"You are actually the woman that I was in need to speak with. you are the woman that I wanted to know more about. it was a urge at the point. but now that I have finally got you , this is what I get in return?" his words flinched you a bit. the more he spilled what he felt. the more you felt that feeling waiting to be leaked out.

"I'm sorry, mongrang. But I don't know how to feel.. I feel like you are the same as all the other men. and I'm afraid. I'm afraid that every man that I date with cheat on me or betray me with a girl that I don't even know. I don't want to suffer through that.."

he leaned on the railing to his hair, morfing like little brown webs. a shade of pink starts to come closer to color your face with it.

"I can understand you. many of us...I guess we either don't know our boundaries or don't respect them. I'm so sorry you don't want to suffer through that. many of the women back there is a bunch of whores anyway. but... you are so different from them. that's why I chose to talk to you. but in hiding since girls like to start drama." his expression turned dim and genuine. his blue eyes looked to the nightsky. seeing a good amount of stars.

"..maybe in the future. we can't see the sky like this anymore. The stars disappear and form into nothing but a black sky."

".....ahh fuck it. mongrang."

"Hm?"

you went so close to his face. with pink marking your face so much that your skin wasn't adapting.

"I don't know if I can rub off this feeling. but it's been bothering me ever since we got here. look. I don't know if you are one of them. or a red flag. but if I date you. Then you better not have many other chicks taking the DNA off your lips."

"So, are you saying you like me?"

"I don't know, but if I do, then maybe that's why my body moved on its own to yours."

"You are a peculiar woman with a lot of mystery behind you. and I love it."

your lips turned intimate, and his felt soft. tasting every ounce of his mouth and every bit of flavor of the pervert demon. he rubbed his hands to your waist, pulling you closer into the kiss. and even deeper as it seems.

"Ah..ehm. yeah. I don't know how to explain myself in terms of love."

" It's fine.. I loved it."

(My hands hurt ghfnfnfn)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀 #mongrang

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lilac-5ky · 1 year

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why is there no rickroll alignment chart for gintama characters?

it's 4 am and i have crazy thoughts.

Gintoki always falls for it. He is straight up dumb when it comes to technology and if it has Ketsuno Ana's name on it, he's clicking.

Shinpachi also falls for it, but at some point starts becoming hella sus over it. Gets rickrolled over Otsu-chan a lot and wants to pass a law against rickrolling.

Kagura probably rickrolls everyone and is proud of it.

Sougo is the type to get creative with the links and hid a rickroll where you'd least expect it. Rickrolls the shit out of Hiji. Most likely leaves a recorder somewhere in his place and scares the living crap out of him in the middle of the night. Definitely has a competition with Kagura and they fight over who's the best rickroller. Hates it when his handiwork is confused with hers.

Hijikata is the biggest victim istg, I feel sorry for him. Might try to rickroll Sougo or Gin once out of spite.

Kondo LOVES getting rickrolled LMAO somehow he thinks of rickrolling as a good thing and always thanks people for it.

Yamazaki goes insane over rickrolling. Hides in his apartment with anpan and starts having visions of Rick Astley. poor fella

Otae got rickrolled once by Kondo who shared it with her, hoping it'd make her laugh. He is not with us anymore, god rest his soul.

Kyuubei tries to become a pro rickroller to impress Otae. Doesn't realize how much she hates it :/

Madao gets reverse rickrolled and loses his job. Someone (I bet my money on Gin figuring it out) sends him an inappropriate video that he assumes to be a rickroll, plays it at full vol -----> insta fired.

Soyo-hime is one of the top tier rickrollers across the nation. She thrives on people's hatred and discomfort, straight up super sadistic rickroller.

Matsudaira straight up shot his phone and dealt with it once and for all.

Isaburo was about to get rickrolled, but Matsudaira shot his phone as well.

Nobume just doesn't get it. She stares at it blankly, not understanding what's so fun about it.

Oboro is the same as her, but deep down he wants to try it out himself, and he does so on the WORST individual ever.

Utsuro just smiles for a bit and murders him.

Sacchan tried to reverse rickroll Gin-chan by filming a sexual video of herself and hiding it in a rickroll.

Zenzou avoids every rick roll swiftly and brags about it. Someone kicks his ass and he goes quiet.

Katsura doesn't get rickrolled by anyone ;-; if anything, he tries to rickroll himself and shows it to others as if it's an accomplishment.

Elizabeth feels sad and cringed, so she rickrolls him once through her sign boards. It was the happiest day of his life.

Tatsuma laughs at every single rickroll like an idiot and opens each one knowing exactly what it is. Shares them around and contributes to the insanity.

Mutsu bans every single post of his. Tries hard to gets his accounts suspended.

Takasugi actually knows how to rickroll! He most definitely learned how to just to spite Gintoki, who never really expected that from him. Tried to rickroll Bansai as well, but he only commented about the song and was mostly unfazed. Bummer.

Matako was the one who taught him how to. Secretely expects him to try it on her, but he never does ;-; laughs at other people getting rickrolled for sure.

Bansai, like I said, doesn't get it. He is like Nobume, but he feels bad about not understanding. Probably posts the song on his account just to be meta.

Takechi makes an anti-rickroll campaign as well to liberate loli vids and anime memes from it.

Kamui sees Kagura doing it and starts doing it to others as well, mostly Umibozu, Abuto and Takasugi (once or twice, he loves his adoptive father)

Abuto is forced to chuckle every time while internally screaming W H Y

Tsukuyo has a fate worse than Matako. She learned what it was, learned how to do it, sent it to Gintoki, and was left on read.

disclaimer: this is a shit post. i have no idea why i wrote it and i'll probably forget all about it the day after. tagging is gonna be nightmare. oh boy ;-;

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honeymilkau · 2 years

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Sweet Escape | Part 2

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

LINK FOR PART 1

While hanging out with your best friends —Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington — during their shift at Family Video, you’re good friend and local drug dealer, Eddie Munson calls the video store trying to get a hold of you to try and new strain he was looking to sell. Intoxicated thoughts lead you to make a move on Eddie and cause you to panic, scared it’ll ruin the friendship forever.

genre - eddie munson x reader | friends to lovers

word count - 7821

warnings - explicit language / smut smut smut / use of marijuana/ drinking /use of cocaine / Angsty eddie / high school fights / slut shaming

Part 2

-•-

You were walking up to a house party with Steve and Robin a week after what happened between you and Steve in the parking lot. As promised between the two of you, nothing changed.

After you both finished, you looked at each other and started laughing, laughing as hard as you could. You were both in awe of what the two of you did with each other and promised to never tell a soul... not even Robin.

You were nervous as fuck for this party, you knew Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club were going to be there. You wanted to have fun tonight but you were also worried about Mike and Dustin... this was their first ever high school party. Their freshman, and easy targets, you were going to do whatever it takes to help them out.

As soon as you all walked in, you walked toward Mike and Dustin, Steve and Robin following close behind you "Hey." you smiled at them when you found them

"Y/n! You're here!" Dustin smiled

"And you're actually talking to us." Mike added on

"I know, guys I'm sorry. The past few weeks have been absolutely-"

"Crazy? We know. It's okay." Dustin interjected "We're just glad you're okay."

You smiled at him, squishing his cheeks together and doing the same to Mike "My two little bros."

"Y/n stop!" they both groaned

"Hey," Eddie said, walking up to you.

"Hey..." you said softly, letting go of Mike and Dustin. You didn't know what to say and neither did he. It was so awkward that it made Robin ten times more uncomfortable then usual.

"So um... look after these two, alright? I'll be with Steve and Robin all night so just... let me know if you need anything." you said before walking off pulling Steve and Robin with you.

You didn't even give him a chance to say anything.

Eddie sighed as Gareth and Jeff joined the group, Jeff put his arm around Eddie's shoulders, shaking him slightly "Come on dungeon master, this is a fucking party! No sad faces! Tonight is nothing but good energy."

Eddie glared at him "No good energy from me, thank you." he looked across the room and saw that cheerleader he brought home.

"How'd it go by the way Ed's?" Gareth asked

"Yeah! You never told us!" Dustin smiled.

"First off, I'm not telling you or wheeler about my love life and what I do to chicks when we're alone, second, nothing fucking happened."

Gareth stared at him dumbfounded "What to do you mean nothing happened?"

"I brought her back home and we kept making out but I couldn't do anything with her man. I tried but I fucking couldn't. Y/n is literally all I can think about and it's driving me insane." he huffed. He looked over to the kitchen to see people pouring themselves shots. Eddie patted Gareths shoulder "Shots are fucking calling my friend, onward."

You were dancing and drinking with Steve as Robin watched the two of you, shaking her head "I love baby sitting."

Steve smiled at you as he spun you. "Hey, you're pretty good." he laughed, continuing to dance with you.

"It's not just me, I have a good partner." you smiled with him. "I'm going to go for a smoke break, force Robin to have some fun with you on the dance floor." You laughed and made your way to the backyard.

You watched as Steve pulled Robin to dance with him and her profusely declining. She wasn't one to do anything in front of strangers who could judge her at any moment but you could see her anxiety melt away when Steve started dancing and making a fool out of himself to make her laugh.

You walked outside to see a hammock in the backyard. You sat down in it while lighting a cigarette you pulled out from your pack. The sliding door opened and you look up to see Chrissy Cunningham standing at the doorway "Hey Chris." You smiled at her, waving her over to come sit with you.

"Hi Y/n.” she smiled and sat next to you.

You instantly apologized about the smoke and put out your cigarette. "What's up buttercup?" you asked sweetly "Enjoying the party?"

"No I needed a breather, that's why I'm out here."

"Oh is everything okay?" You asked, concerned if someone said or did something to her while she was partying.

"Yeah everything's great with me... It's just a girl on the cheer squad is totally crazy for this guy that goes to our school and he hasn't called her back since they went out last week... she saw him here and now she's a sobbing mess. Of course, the whole squad went to cheer her up so I had to help as well... it's not how I wanted to spend the party. No offence to her of course, I hope she feels better but I wanted to have fun."

You chuckled lowly "Yeah well, I'm glad you were able to escape. Who's the guys she's so upset over anyway?”

Chrissy hesitated to answer "Eddie Munson..."

Your heart dropped "Oh."

Chrissy stayed quiet before continuing slowly "Apparently they were going to hookup last week, he took her to his trailer and they didn't end up doing anything."

Your eyes widened and you looked at Chrissy "Wait what?"

"Yeah, apparently Eddie took her back to the trailer, kept kissing her but as soon as she went to touch him he was weird and different. He said he needed a minute, went to his room, she said she smelled weed then all the sudden he told her to get out and haven't called her since... kind of a dick move."

You felt sick to your stomach, the entire reason you slept with Steve was because you heard Eddie tell the girl he was going to bring her home in the middle of a heated makeout session and now your finding out that he was a pussy and told her to go home?

You were feeling so guilty, you had no reason to, Eddie had zero feelings for you, you were sure of it... but why are you so scared of Eddie finding out.

Chrissy noticed how quiet you were being and spoke up "I-I'm sorry, I know you guys used to be friends and I don't know what happened between you but I-"

"I kissed Eddie... that's why we're not talking. I saw him with that cheerleader last week and I got so upset that I called Steve and we..." Your voice trailed off as Chrissy's eyes went wide

"Holy shit. You and Steve Harrington?"

You nodded as your hands covered your face, you were stressed beyond belief "Chrissy you can't tell anybody please."

"Oh my gosh, Y/n obviously I wont tell a soul but- I'm so confused right now"

Once again, the sliding door opened and you slowly looked up to see Eddie looking at you. He cleared his throat awkwardly before bringing his index finger up to his nose and started to sniff.

You know what that meant.

"Bathroom?" he asked softly

You looked over at Chrissy and nodded before getting up "I'll talk to u later Chris."

“Bye, have fun." she said

Eddie held out his hand to you as you approached him, you took his hand and he intertwined your fingers. He lead you inside and walked the two of u to the bathroom.

He closed the door as you sat on the counter. He pulled out a little ziplock bag filled with crystals. "How've you been?" he asked softly, taking the crystals out of the bag and started crushing it on the counter top.

"I've been okay. How are you?"

"I'm alright." he shrugged "Been missing you, that's all."

"I've been missing you too." you admitted

He stayed silent for a second and so did you. You took a deep breath and looked at him "Look, I’m really sorry for kissing you that day." you started "I was so fucking high and I was being stupid. I've been avoiding you because I didn't want you to end our friendship over something I didn't mean."

Something you didn't mean, huh?

Eddie was hurt, he thought it meant at least SOMETHING to you because it meant a lot to him. After you left that day, he couldn't wrap his head around any of it. He fell in love with you even more. The way your lips felt on his was just so right, he's ever kissed a girl the way he kissed you that day.

He crushed up the coke and grabbed a bill from his wallet along with his drivers license to make the line "Are you sure you didn't mean it?"

"Excuse me?" you asked

He chuckled lowly as he rolled up the five dollar bill "If you're saying you didn't mean it, then why did you run away and why have you been avoiding me for weeks? Huh?" he asked

You didn't answer, how could you answer? He scoffed and shook his head before bending over to snort the line off the counter top.

"What about you?" you asked, hopping off the counter, grabbing his license and making a line of your own.

"What about me, Y/n?"

"What about you tryna fuck a cheerleader and you pussy out. Why is that? Is it because you have feelings for me or is it because you're a dick?"

You didn't know where this attitude was coming from and neither did Eddie. Maybe it was because you were angry over him questioning you about it, or because he invited you to do coke in the bathroom with him as if everything was okay between you two.

You grabbed the bill from his hand "I don't fucking know, y/n. Have you been avoiding me because you have feelings for me? Or is it because you're a bitch?"

You snorted the white powder up your nose and looked up at him. "These past three weeks have been fucking hell without you but what was I supposed to do? I thought you hated me."

"Y/n, I could never fucking hate you! How could I hate you?"

"I don't know? I was scared I ruined the friendship by kissing you." you exclaimed

"No, you ruined the friendship by avoiding me instead of talking about it, which is why I kept coming up to you in the first place, Y/n. This is what you don't understand, I like you for you, you can't push me away forever."

"You like me?"

"Can I take another line before I admit it further to you?"

You couldn't help but laugh at him before nodding "Line up one for me too." you said softly. You both took the line at the same time after Eddie gave you another bill to use. You wiped your noses with some toilet paper.

You looked over at Eddie "So you like me?"

"Of course I do, rockstar. I do everything for you, more than i'd like to admit... Every song I write is about you, I spend every single minute of every waking day thinking about you- thinking about us," he placed his hands on your waist and pulled your body close to his "Thinking about what it'll be like to kiss you again, thinking about being able to take your fine ass out and have people on the street wonder why a freak like me is with someone as fucking perfect and attractive as you. I think about fucking you, everywhere. In my room, at your place, in the bathroom of the bar before i perform, on this very counter top." He picks you up by your thighs, sitting you on the cool counter. "I think about it when I’m awake and when I'm asleep so to answer your stupid as fuck question, yes, I like you. Do you like me?"

Your heart pounded on your chest as Eddie looked into your soul with those big beautiful chocolate brown eyes that you've come to fall in love with. You open you mouth to admit your feelings when the worst possible thing could happen.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH STEVE AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

Robin bursted into the bathroom as Gareth and Jeff stood behind her in shock that she opened the door and said that while Eddie was standing right there.

She stood by the door way, her face turned as white as a ghost "Eddie is in here... you didn't tell me Eddie was in here..." Robin looked back at Gareth and Jeff

"That's why we were following you and telling you not to come in here..." Jeff shook his head.

"You..." Eddie took his hands off your waist and slowly backed away from you "You fucked Steve...?" his voice cracked. Fuck. "Okay so let me get this straight... you kiss me and then you fuck steve and now you're here with me in this fucking bathroom so what the fuck is it?" his voice raised. "Are you trying to play a joke on me or something y/n cause it's not fucking funny."

"No, no, no, no," you hopped off the counter "Eddie no that's not it, Steve and I, that was nothing, that was literally a one time thing and-"

"Hey," Steve appeared at the door and saw your eyes fill up with tears "Woah woah woah Y/n what's wrong?" He pushed passed robin and the boys to go up to you "You okay?"

Eddie scoffed "Oh here he is, the man of the hour, coming to check up to see if his girlfriend is alright. Say, Y/n, didn't you tell me weeks ago that you would rather die then sleep with Steve?"

The room became tense as Steve's face dropped "You said that?"

"Yeah, she said that. She said that she thought you were vanilla and couldn't imagine you being good in bed and that she's rather die then fuck you, Harrington." Eddie patted him on the back "She also told me that kissing me meant absolutely nothing to her so I guess that's the end of that." He grabbed all of his stuff, ready to leave you in the bathroom "Have a nice life, Y/n." he said bitterly and looked over at Gareth and Jeff

"And how the fuck did you two chuckleheads know this?"

"We saw them last week... while we were leaving the movies." Jeff admitted

Eddie scoffed and looked away, laughing to himself while shaking his head "You two are fucking dead to me." he pushed pass them, leaving the party all together.

You stood there in shock, not knowing what to say or do. You looked at Steve sadly "Look Steve-"

"No, listen. I told you we shouldn't have sex because I didn't want it to ruin our friendship. Everything was fine the way it was... but I come to find out you were talking shit all this time about how shitty I was in bed but you were doing nothing but trying to beg me into fucking you just so you could get over Eddie. That's not cool." he shook his head "I'll talk to you later alright? I'm gunna go home and clear my head."

He left the bathroom as Robin, Gareth and Jeff stood at the doorframe. "Guys Im sorry." You choked out, tears streaming down your face "Im so fucking sorry."

-•-

Come Monday, the entire school knew about you and Eddie kissing and about you and Steve hooking up in his car. You were the girl in school everyone was talking about... and NOT in good way.

You walked through the cafeteria doors wearing one of Eddie’s gigantic "Corroded Coffin" hoodies, making your way to the lunch table where Robin, Gareth and Jeff sat. "Hey." you said quietly, sitting down with your hood on "I've become the senior slut of Hawkins High for kissing one dude and three weeks later, fucking another dude. That's two, two fucking people and I'm a slut."

"I'm so sorry, Y/n" Poor Robin has been apologizing profusely to you about exposing you to Eddie. Were you pissed at her? Of course you were, if it weren't for her barging into the bathroom that night, none of that would've happened... but it wasn't her fault, it was yours. You couldn't accept any of her apologies because she had absolutely nothing to apologize for. You were the one that fucked up big time and now you're suffering with the consequences.

Eddie walked into the cafeteria with Dustin and Mike by his side, making their way to the hellfire table. Mike started walking toward you "Wheeler? What are you doing?" Eddie called out.

"I'm saying hi to Y/n, and the guys, can we not do that anymore?" he asked

"If you speak to any one of them again your banned from the party, understood?" He asked. Mike looked back at you, hesitating on what to do. You gave him a reassuring nod with a sad wave.

"Bye guys." You said to the two young boys as they followed Eddie to the table

Dustin sat down and sighed "Eddie, I know you're pissed off, but, is this really necessary? Look at them over there, they're going through a hard time, especially Y/n... people are calling her a slut because of what happened."

He had to admit, when he walked into school this morning to see you standing at your locker being name called by the cheerleader squad hurt him to his very core. Why are you a slut? Because you kissed him while you were friends and hooked up with steve while you were friends? Guys in this school casual fuck like that all the time but no one bats an eye but it's different for you because your a girl. Stupid fucking double standards.

"I just need time right now, Henderson. Alright?" he sighed and turned his attention back to his lunch

The first half of lunch was quiet and peaceful... That didn't last very long.

"Hey, Y/n!" Jason called from across the cafeteria "So I fuck you in the movie theatre bathroom and then Harrington fucks you in the movie theatre parking lot? Have you marked it as your territory yet?"

You didn't bother to look up to see his insufferable smirk.

"So tell me, who's better in bed? Harrington or Munson?" He asked, the rest of his basketball team laughed with him as you kept ignoring him "Or, maybe I'm the best. You have no idea how good it feels for everyone in the school to finally believe what happened between us."

You shook your head, trying not to stand up to runaway and look weak in front of all these student piranhas.

"So tell me, Y/n. Does Munson tie you up and do his stupid fucking satanic rituals on you to get a hard on? Or is Harrington constantly fixing his hair and looking at himself in order to have sex with someone like you?" the entire cafeteria laughed.

"Jason leave her alone." Chrissy said loudly

"No way are you actually defending her Chrissy."

You couldn't take all the laughing and staring anymore. You quickly got up and started walking towards the cafeteria doors, trying to walk quickly as you could past his table.

"Yeah run away you whore."

The cafeteria went silent

You stopped in your tracks and didn't even bother to turn around "What did you say..."

Eddie's jaw clenched, he saw tears building up in your eyes and he honestly couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"I said," Jason started walking up to you "Run away, you fucking whore." he said lowly "Cause that's what you are, and that's what you always will be. A sloppy second, good for nothing, dirty fucking whore."

Eddie got up from his chair and started walking toward jason to beat his ass to a pulp but to his surprise, you had it covered.

You turned around, fists clenched and punched him right in the face. He stumbled backwards as the students gasped over what you just did "CALL ME THAT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME!" You swung again, and again, and again, causing everyone in the cafeteria to run towards the two of you, trying to pull you off of the beloved Hawkins High basketball captain.

Gareth and Jeff pulled you away from Jason, but Jason was too caught up in the moment and you were so good at fighting, he forgot he was fighting a chick.

He got up quickly and grabbed your leg, pulling you down to the ground from the boys grasp, you hit the ground hard and jason pulled you closer to him and he was about to swing... That's where Eddie snapped.

He ran to Jason, pinning him to the ground and sat on top of him as he punched him in the face over and over "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Hitting a fucking girl?! And not just any girl... my girl!"

You were rushed to the nurses office right away that you didn't hear or see any of what was happening between Eddie and Jason, you didn't even remember what you did to jason while you were getting your bandages. You were so angry with what he was saying to you that you blacked out and hurt him.

You were called into the office and you were suspended right away. You weren't given the time of day to explain what was happening or what Jason has been saying about you ever since the party.

It wasn't fair. You had a week suspension and all Jason got was a weeks detention. You felt stupid for being shocked about his punishment... he was the high school golden boy, of course he wasn't going to get any punishment for his actions. You walked out of the principals office to see Eddie in a waiting chair with and ice pack on his cheek and bruised and bloody knuckles to match yours.

You wanted to speak to him, even just to say thank you about protecting you, but as soon as he made eye contact with you he rolled his eyes and looked the opposite direction.

You started walking down the hallway towards the school doors with tears building up in your eyes over how much you fucked up.

You went home that night, getting in shit from your parents for getting suspended because they didn't know the full story but you couldn't tell them the shit you've been up to, they would've judged you even more for fooling around like that.

You sat in your bedroom, sitting on the floor in the dark with nothing but your bedroom lamp on as you cried to yourself. You lost Eddie and Steve forever.

There were little taps on your window snapping you out of your little episode. You looked up to see Steve, tapping on your window, waving sadly at you.

You walked up to open the window to let him in "Hey..."

"Hi. I heard about the fight. You've won more fights then me." He tried to joke. You cracked a small smile and helped him in.

He sat on your bed with you, looking at your bandages "So, is this what you're doing now? Getting into fights?" He looked around your room and saw the cocaine on your dresser with half a bottle of open vodka sat beside it "And doing coke and drinking is a routine?"

"No..."

"So what's going on?"

You sighed "Steve, you hate me, Eddie hates me, the whole school thinks I’m a whore"

"Jason thinks you're a whore and who cares about what that meathead thinks."

You scoffed "The entire student body."

"And since when did you care about everyone else?" he asked you. He had a point, when did you start caring about what everyone else thought?

"For the record, I don't hate you. I just needed a couple days to figure out why you said that."

You looked at him with sad eyes, you shook your head and took a deep breath before starting to talk to Steve. "I'm sorry, about what I said. I didn't mean I would rather die then have sex with you because I thought it would be terrible... It's because I didn't know what it would do to our friendship if we ever did anything. I know that night at the movie theatre I was acting differently but I've always been scared to lose you as a friend and now look, what we did changed everything between us."

Steve sighed "It didn't change anything for me. You're still my friend, Y/n. No matter what bull shit we go through Im always going to be your friend." he shook his head and scoffed "You've always been so stubborn. If you think people feel a certain way about something you did, you overthink and decide that what you're making up is reality. Once you have your mind made up, it's hard to convince you that you're wrong. So, you're wrong about me hating you and you're wrong about Eddie."

You tensed up thinking about Eddie "Steve he told his friends they were dead to him just by knowing we hooked up... The look on his face said it all to me, Steve. He's done with me for good." you didn't want to admit it but it was true. The look that Eddie gave you that night when he found out and when Steve walked into the bathroom was enough to tell you that he was extremely hurt by what you did.

Steve stayed silent for a moment, not knowing what else to say to cheer you up. "Give it a couple days, Y/n. If he doesn't contact you in a week then talk to him and tell him how you feel, that's the only thing you can do."

You looked into Steve's eyes before engulfing him into the biggest hug you could give him "I'm so sorry, Steve."

"I'm sorry too."

-•-

You were sitting at home, days after your suspension, watching whatever you could to have the time pass by. The past couple days you could only think about Eddie. Fucking stupid, beautiful, Eddie. After Chrissy and Robin told you everything that happened, you couldn't stop thinking about Eddie beating up Jason Carver for you and called you his girl while doing it.

"and not just any girl... my girl."

He called you his, and it made your heart leap into your throat. You were shocked that Eddie was hurting anyone, he wasn't like that at all. He was sweet and compassionate and understanding, but he hurt someone just like you did.

There was a knock at your door while your parents where at work, you got up from the couch and stretched, throwing the TV remote on the other end of the couch. You started walking towards your door, pulling up your pyjama bottoms and adjusting your black spaghetti strap shirt. You opened the front door slowly, seeing Eddie standing there, shuffling side to side "Hi sweetheart." he said softly

You inhaled sharply, "Hi."

"Can I come in? Hang out with you while I’m suspended..."

"Is that the only reason why you're here?"

He looked away as he cheeks heated up in embarrassment "No... I want to talk to you, about everything."

You opened the door further and welcomed him inside. You locked the door behind you as he took off his shoes, putting on the house slippers he kept at your place because your parents hated when people worse shoes in the house, and followed you to your couch. He sat on one end and you sat on the other, a fuzzy blanket covering your legs. You looked at his fists and saw them wrapped up, and a small bruise was on his cheekbone.

"Nice hand wrap." You said softly

He looked down at his fists and over at yours. He saw your right hand bandaged up and pointed "Yeah, you too." he couldn't help but crack a smile "I hate to admit it, rockstar but I underestimated your fighting abilities... You surprised me Monday."

"You surprised me too." you chuckled "I mean I don't remember shit but I was shocked when Robin told me." it was silent for a couple minutes before he decided to speak again.

"Do you regret it? Hurting him?"

You had your arms crossed as you chuckled "No."

"His fucking dumb ass deserved be taken down a peg." Eddie laughed with you

"God, he's such a fucking asshole. He acts all top shit but he just got his ass handed to him by the high school slut and the high school freak." you laughed harder, holding your stomach

Eddie laughed harder and harder "I'm so upset you don't remember, you should've heard him. 'please stop! Munson stop! It hurts please stop hurting me!'" he moved his hair away from his face "If he was in a bad condition then I would feel guilty but after years and years of tormenting me, it was so rewarding."

"He's such a dick."

"Tell me something I don't know." he laughed lowly, playing with the rings on his fingers. It was silent between the two of you for a bit, it was a comfortable silence, you guys just didn't know where to start. Eddie broke his silence "Listen, Y/n..."

"I'm sorry." You interrupted him "I'm so fucking sorry for everything.I'm sorry for hooking up with Steve, but I need to tell you why it happened. I saw you and that cheerleader making out by the corner store and I got really upset by it so I called Steve and I suggested that we should sleep together after crying over you for weeks on end. It was stupid of me and even though Steve and I aren't together, or even like each other like that, it doesn't excuse the fact that I hurt you."

He stayed quiet and looked over at you "Why did me kissing that cheerleader upset you?"

You hesitated a bit before answering "It hurt me so much because I like you. I've always fucking liked you."

"I'm sorry too." he apologized "I tried to hookup with that girl because I was jealous. I'm always the one that drive your home, not Steve. I'm the one you hang out with all the time, not Steve, I'm supposed to be that fucks you and makes you feel good... Not Steve." He said softly "That conversation in the bathroom over the weekend could've been so different."

"How so?"

He smiled innocently at you "If you admitted your feelings to me, I would've kissed you. I really wanted to kiss you that day, you looked so good." he moved closer to you on the couch "You didn't know how bad I wanted to fuck you right then and there. The things that I were going to do to you in that fucking bathroom... I don't even know if I should say what I was thinking before Robin rudely interrupted us."

Your breathing became unsteady the closer Eddie became. "You like me, I like you. What should we do about it, sweetheart? You can call the shots on this one."

Your cheeks became crimson as he looked deeper into your eyes, his hand placed gently on your knee. You wanted to take it slow with Eddie, you liked him a lot and you wanted to do everything right. You wanted to go on a date, have him drive you home, and with time when you were both ready, then you could have sex but when the hell have you guys done anything right when it came to each other?

Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back up to his eyes. "I um..." you mumbled.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His eyes started to flutter shut as his lips made their way closer to yours "What do you want? Hm?"

You placed your lips on his gently, softly, giving him the sweetest kiss you could possibly give. You cupped his face as he grabbed onto the blanket covering you, throwing it to the ground as the kiss got more intense. Your legs spread open to her could press his body closer to yours. His hands travelled up your body to your hips, pulling up the hem of your shirt to take it off you completely. He looked down at your breasts, biting down on his lower lip slightly "Dude you're so fucking perfect..." he sat back a bit as you tried to cover yourself

"Shut up." you blushed, looking away.

"Hey don't get shy on me, Rockstar." He grabbed your hand with a goofy smile on his face, helping you up off the couch "Cmon I wanna see how pretty you are."

"You're annoying." you pouted as he sat back down on the couch "What do you want me to do?" you asked, arms still covering your breasts "Do you want me to like do a strip tease for you or some shit like that?"

"No, just let me look at you for a second." he said, a big smile still plastered on his face "I wanna admire what's mine is that too much to ask?"

You blushed again slowly uncovering your breasts while looking down shyly. You slipped out of your pyjama bottoms, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear. He smiled sweetly at you, putting his hand over his mouth to stop himself from smiling even more. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Fuck, Y/n, you talk all this shit about yourself for no reason. You're so fucking pretty." He gawked “Turn around for me."

You spun slowly to give him a full view of your ass, wiggling it side to side as you giggled "OKAY! THATS ENOUGH!" He got up off the couch in the blink of an eye, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal

"EDDIE! PUT ME DOWN!" You laughed loudly as he carried you up the stairs

"Nope, sorry, no can do. Nope, nope, nope. You are too good for this world with tits like that and an ass that wont quit... you're mine forever, thank you." he closed your bedroom door behind him, laying you down on your bed and hovering over you. He started kissing you again, slowly starting to take his clothing off as he continued kissing you softly. His hands went in between your legs, moving your underwear to the side as he played with your clit, causing you to moan slightly against his lips. He put two fingers inside you, feeling how tight you were around his fingers and how wet you were all because of him.

"So wet," he mumbled to himself "Such a pretty girl for me." he started fingering you a bit faster, sitting himself up as he looked down at your squirming body "Does it feel good, sweetheart? Or am I hurting you?"

"So good." was all you could say in between moans, causing him to chuckle.

"That's a good girl." he bit down on his bottom lip "Such a good girl for me."

He started stroking himself slowly as he continued to give you pleasure "How bad do you want me to fuck you, Princess?"

Princess? You couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to finish right there on his fingers. The things he was saying to you was driving you feral, everything that he was doing felt so right and so good that you were ready to just unwind all over his fingers. You could feel the cold metal that was wrapped around his fingers press into your heat, you couldn't contain yourself anymore.

"So fucking bad." you whined "Eddie please, Im so close already."

He smirked "Already, baby? That's okay, you don't have to be shy about that stuff with me. You can cum for me as many times as you want."

You let yourself go, moaning loudly as you came on his fingers. He slowly pulled them out of you, about to suck on his own fingers when you quickly got up, putting his fingers in your own mouth. You began sucking your cum off his fingers, looking up at him with those big doe eyes of yours making him groan "Fuck, such a dirty girl for me. You're so fucking hot." he laid you back down, hovering over you and kissing you sweetly as he teased your folds with his tip. He bit down on your bottom lip gently, "What do we say, Princess?"

"Please." you said softly "Fuck me, please."

He slowly pushed himself into you, both of you moaning instantly. Eddie didn't want to tell you cause he knew it would lift up your ego too much and he wouldn't hear the end of it, but he didn't know pussy could feel this good. Sure, he's slept with a number of women before but none of them felt like you. "Oh my god," he moaned lowly, starting to thrust "so wet."

You couldn't even form one single word to say back to him, let alone an entire sentence. It all just felt so good that you lost all ability to speak. The way he was fucking you was different then anything you ever felt before, it was passionate, slow yet so fucking rough. He was hitting every single spot inside you to make you arch your back and have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you've never experienced this every before but you never wanted it to end.

He grabbed both of your hands, pinning them beside your head intertwining your fingers as he kissed you. You were a moaning mess against his lips, whispering to him how good it felt. "God, you fuck me so good." you whined lowly "Don't stop, please."

He had no intention of stopping, he didn't know sex felt this good. There are so many people that he knows that are addicted to sex, addicted to cumming, addicted to that feeling that they don't care who they fuck or what time of day they do it, he never understood it. The girls he was having sex with were good, they were great, but he couldn't understand why he wasn't obsessed like every other guy in the world.

It was because he didn't fuck you yet.

Now that he's on top of you, fucking you hard and deep to make your toes curl, he was sure he was going to become one of those sex obsessed boys. It was a feeling he was absolutely certain he'd never get used to. He knew that even in the future if by some miracle you guys were still together and are married with kids, it would still feel as amazing as it does right now. He already imagined fucking you in every square inch of Hawkins, but he didn't know that it might end up coming true. Hell, with you, he'd probably do you all over Hawkins three times.

He moaned deeply as he felt himself getting closer and closer the harder he fucked you. With each thrust you got louder and more vocal and he loved hearing how much you wanted to cum around his dick.

"Are you close?" He asked you, positioning your legs up so your ankles were on his shoulders.

He looked down at the beautiful sight under him; you with your legs up, tits out, hair all messy and frizzy, pussy dripping all over his cock and your face beat red with swollen lips from kissing him in missionary. You were so fucked out and he loved to see it.

"Very close." you panted out

He lowered his body, legs still placed on his shoulders as he held his body up, his lips just inches away from yours. He started thrusting again, slowly, making sure this position wasn't hurting you in anyway,

You thought he was hitting that spot before? This position changed everything for the both of you.

You gasped lowly as he moved slowly, in and out of you. "Holy shit."

He started thrusting harder and deeper, picking up his pace the louder you got. You gripped the sheets, trying to stop yourself from screaming out how good Eddie Munson fucked you to the entire neighborhood. Your right hand flew to your mouth, covering it quickly to muffle your screams.

Eddie groaned in protest "Baby girl," he moved your hand away, fucking you harder "you don't need to be shy. Fucking scream for me."

My god, where you ever screaming. Moaning profanities loudly the deeper Eddie went and the sweatier you guys got. "I need you to cum with me. I need you to cum on my cock while I fill you up, can you do that for me, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, fuck, I want to cum around your dick, please make me cum."

That's all he needed to hear. He cursed under his breath "Fuck," as he came inside you and you came on his dick.

He stayed inside of you as you both came down from your orgasms. He shifted upward slightly, looking down at you to see you with your eyes closed, steadying your breathing.

"Y/n?"

"Eddie?"

He smiled softly "You know you're the most beautiful fucking girl I’ve ever seen?"

You scrunched your nose immediately "No. Not true."

"Yes true. I'm so fucking whipped for you, I swear to God."

Your eyes shot open, and Eddie swears he saw your eyes sparkle when he looked into them. "Eddie Munson is whipped for a chick?! And that chick just so happens to be me?! That's so rare, Im honoured!"

Eddie rolled his eyes at you before slowly pulling out, making sure he doesn't make a mess on your sheets. He grabbed some tissue, cleaning himself up "Hold on," Eddie said, quickly making his way to your bathroom. You started to get up, about to clean yourself off when naked Eddie comes back with a wet cloth in his hand. "Here." He smiled, laying you back down on the bed.

The cloth was warm and soothing, he cleaned up everything off your body, leaving gentle kisses on the spots he wiped when it was cleaned. He kissed up your body to your lips, causing you to smile "Sweet Eddie." You chuckled "I like this side of you.

"Yeah? Well no one better fucking know about it or I swear to God" he warned, pinching your cheeks. He started getting dressed, making sure he had all of his stuff "Okay Ill see you at 8." he said

"Wait, what? At 8? What's at 8?" you asked, covering yourself with a robe

He looked back at you with a sweet smile "Our first date. I'm picking you up." he started walking down the stairs, making you even more confused so you followed him.

"I can't go out tonight, I'm grounded."

He shook his head as he put his shoes back on "Ill take care of your parents when I get here, you just worry about getting all pretty... not like you even need to fucking try." He winked at you before pecking your lips quickly "See you at 8."

You watched him drive off and you rushed upstairs to shower and do what you needed to do to get ready.

At 7:52pm, there was a small knock at your door. Your dad opened it to answer "Oh, Eddie, what a surprise."

"Hello sir, nice to see you." He said politely "Um, I understand that Y/n was suspended and is grounded for her actions from earlier this week at school and while I say I get it and I understand your rules I was wondering if she could get a free card for the night."

Your father looked Eddie up and down "Oh really?" he questioned. Your mother soon accompanied him at the door "Oh hi Eddie, nice to see you sweetie. Is everything okay?"

"He wants to hang out with Y/n... while she's grounded and wants us to grant her a get out of jail free card." Your dad explained bitterly.

"Not hang out, exactly..." he found himself getting smaller and smaller in front of your parents. "I wanted to take her out on a date tonight. I've liked her for a really long time now and I know that fight was insane but, she was trying to defend herself and after everything that's been going on, I think she needs a night out, just one night."

Your parents loved Eddie, they never understood why all the other parents in the neighbourhood talked down on him and his uncle. The Munsons were a kind, sweet, and well mannered family that your family came to love.

Your mother looked over at your father "It couldn't hurt... she'd be with Eddie after all, we know she'll be safe and in good hands."

Eddie looked at your dad with hopeful eyes, praying to God he'd say yes. Your dad sighed, giving in "Alright, fine, she can go. Have her back by 12am. Not 12:05, not 12:15... 12, understood?"

"Yes sir, thank you. Ill have her home on time."

You heard Eddie's voice from upstairs. Your heart jumped into your throat as you grabbed your purse and walked down the stairs, meeting Eddie and your parents at the front door "Hey." You smiled

"Hi." he smiled back, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers "For you."

You carefully took them from his hands "These are handpicked... did you-"

"No, no, no, no. Even though I'm sweet when it comes to you, I’m not THAT sweet. Still got that reputation to uphold." He joked "But uh, Gareth and Jeff went out to pick them... They like making flower arrangements for the girls I fall for I guess. It's like their hobby."

"Woooow, full of jokes tonight." you deadpanned. Your mom grabbed your flowers from you, putting them in a vase right away. "So Gareth and Jeff... You guys are..?"

"We're okay." He smiled "We're more than okay."

You smiled back, nodding in understanding "Good, glad to hear that." You put on your shoes, getting ready to leave "Bye guys, thank you." You thanked your parents for letting you leave as you close the door.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you. "Thanks" you blushed, getting in. "Sooo, where are we going?" you asked when he got into the car.

"It’s a surprise." he winked

"Fuck you, you know I hate surprises."

"Get used to them, Rockstar. If we're going to be together, I feel like the surprises will never end."

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Obsolete, Night 5: Can You Hear Me?

''Can you hear me? I-I've been following you. You wear a mask, but I know what you've been hiding. I wanna give it all but I don't wanna know. I follow you but I don't really wanna go. I heard you loud and clear, and there ain't no miscommunication. Father of children without a home, creator of vessels without a soul; I'll stay the course, I will follow you – show me the way, I'll be there soon!''

– Stay The Course by NateWantsToBattle ft. CG5 (Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted)

xXxXxXx

''Can you hear me?''

Sam stared at the bunny in pure shock as his voice echoed in her head, loud and clear. He sounded like a grown man trying to do a mascot's voice in an attempt to appeal to a child… or rather, to her. While Sam assumed that this might've been just a part of the game, as she hadn't come this far in her previous playthrough, her experiences with anything related to the Fazbear franchise made her feel paranoid. It didn't help that the bunny reminded her of another bunny she was quite familiar with, both in voice and appearance.

Seconds passed, with the bunny she had named Glitchtrap still waving at her, not doing anything after asking her whether she could hear him. She wondered if he would jumpscare her, but that didn't appear to be the case. Instead, he just waited for her response. Sam knew that she could easily turn the game off and never have to deal with the strange glitchy bunny again or try to figure out what exactly was going on.

There was a strange tingling spreading through her body as she contemplated her choice. Should she answer and learn more about this entity or walk away? After all, she told herself that she was done with anything related to the lore and Glitchtrap looked as if he was going to be part of it, some kind of reference for those who were aware of the now forgotten animatronic known as Spring Bonnie… as well as the man behind the mask.

On the other hand… I did say that I would finally confront the past and the nightmares that had been haunting me. But, would it really be worth it if I end up having new nightmares? Do I really want to risk my sanity for this? Sure, it still looks like a harmless game, but this is Five Nights at Freddy's! There is nothing harmless about this franchise!

Sam took a deep breath and looked up at Glitchtrap, who was still waving at her, still having that wide smile on his face. She narrowed her eyes, wondering if her paranoia was getting the better of her, despite being well aware that she should trust her gut feeling. Should I answer or not? Do I want to make this move? Her internal conflict was driving her crazy.

''Hello? Can you hear me?''

Sam froze as she heard Glitchtrap asking her again. Part of her was screaming in blind panic to take off the VR headset and uninstall the game, that it was too dangerous to be around this bunny, even if she had no idea why. However, the other side of her was telling her calmly to take the risk, to investigate what the game and this entity had to show her. This was also the side that told her to help Springtrap out after he had threatened to murder her.

Sam took a sharp breath, wondering if she could play the game while ignoring Glitchtrap. It was possible, but the thought of having him constantly loom over her gave her goosebumps. She knew that she wouldn't be able to pretend that he doesn't exist for too long and returned back to weighting her first two options – one carrying a lot of risk and the other having none at all, but would leave her without any solution to her plight.

She bit her lip, wishing that the VR headset was wireless, as she felt like pacing through her room in order to clear her thoughts. Perhaps being back in a familiar room would help her with making her decision. She cast a glance at Glitchtrap and then took of the VR headset, shaking her head as she placed it on the desk. She had a small headache, although that was probably because of the video game rather than her encounter with Glitchtrap.

She started pacing through her room, contemplating her options. How much would this decision affect her? Would she be able to walk away from it in one piece, with her sanity still intact? Was it really worth it?

She gazed through the window, staring at the cloudy sky outside. She wanted someone to tell her that this isn't something she had to go through, that this was a decision she would regret. Hell, even having Emma yelling at her that she was being reckless once again would help her with her decision. However, the voice that was screaming for her to stay away from the game was growing more and more quiet.

She looked back at the VR headset, feeling her sense of curiosity rising once again inside her. It was that very curiosity that got her involved with a dark secret and the person responsible for its existence. She eventually started to regret the decisions she made in the past, but there was a part of her that actually looked back fondly on the happier memories. She hated to admit it, but those happy memories hurt more than the bad ones.

William… You're a monster for more reasons than you think.

Sam sighed as she placed her hands on the table, still staring at the VR headset. Her lips curved upwards as she realized what she was about to do and she wished that someone would just smack her upside the head for it. She made so many stupid decisions in the past, so would another one really be make things worse? Sam shook her head. I hate myself. I wanted to stay away from this… and I couldn't. I guess I'm too deep in this mess to get out. Her eyes narrowed as she placed the VR headset back on her head, looking determined. So, let's see what Fazbear Entertainment is hiding… God, I'm so going to regret this, won't I?

Sam took a deep breath, trying to psych herself up. She focused on the excitement she felt whenever she would uncover a new secret, on the adrenaline rush that kept her going. As much as she tried to deny it, she knew that she wanted this. She neededto know, she needed to do something that would give her the necessary answers. She wanted to get back into action.

Okay, Glitchtrap, let's hear what you want to tell me.

As she returned back to the main area, she could see Glitchtrap waving at her again. She could feel her heart race as she heard him again, his voice echoing in her head.

''Hello? Can you hear me?''

''Yeah, I can,'' Sam replied, holding her breath as she waited for Glitchtrap to respond. Seconds passed as she stared at the glitch-like mascot and for a moment, she felt as if there was a strange gleam in his eyes, but there was no response. He just continued to wave at her, still having that wide smile on his expression.

''Hello? Can you hear me?''

Sam rose an eyebrow, feeling both relieved and disappointed that there was no answer. However, the headache and sense of anxiety she was feeling over the past days did fade a little.

''I did say I can hear you, I don't have to repeat myself,'' she told Glitchtrap sarcastically, shaking her head. ''Maybe it's just a game feature. God, this was really anti-climactic.''

She turned back to the monitor, noting to herself that at least she had gotten some kind of answer and that she should focus again on finding all of the tapes, as Tape Girl was obviously the new Phone Guy and if she wanted to learn more about the lore of this game, she needed to play through it and analyze every detail she found. Of course, this was just the beta version of the game, and she still had the official version to go through, but something told her that Fazbear Entertainment might attempt to remove anything that was giving out too much sensitive information.

She took a deep breath, going through the information she had just learned, only for her eyes to widen. ''Fazbear Entertainment wanted to create an authentic VR experience, including re-using Phone Guy's calls and original performance routines when it comes to the mini-games.'' Her gut feeling was telling her that there was a lot more to that seemingly random fact than she thought, but she simply couldn't figure out why it was so important. It felt as if she had a weird case of déjà vu.

''Okay, try to focus on something else,'' Sam sighed. ''I'll figure this out later.'' Sam looked at the monitor, wondering whether she should continue with Five Nights at Freddy's or try the other mini-games. ''I should just finish what I had started and see whether there's anything else to uncover in the mini-game.''

She returned back to the mini-game, shaking her head, with shivers going down her spine as she gazed back at Glitchtrap. Even if he was just part of the game, he was still giving her a strange feeling, creeping her out. She hated having her back exposed to him like this.

What Sam didn't notice was the slow head nod Glitchtrap did, vanishing from the main area as she re-entered the game.

xXx

''Seems like someone was able to sleep well tonight,'' Matt said as he saw Sam leaned against the building that was known as Ricky's Wonder Shack. It was Sunday afternoon and he had been called by Sam to meet up at Ricky's. The moment he saw her, he could sense a sudden change in her attitude. She didn't look any different, but he knew that she was fighting against whatever had been suffocating her during the past weeks. Still, he could sense something dark looming over her.

''First night without any nightmares or sleepwalking,'' Sam told him, her arms crossed. ''Mum was astonished when she didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night and drag me back into my room.''

''What did you do?'' Matt asked her.

''I bought myself the ice-cream,'' Sam said, smiling slyly. Matt snorted in response, remembering their conversation.

''I'm glad that you did. It seems like it really helped you,'' he said, then glanced at the empty building. ''So, why have you called me here? I thought you said that there's nothing to investigate at Ricky's Wonder Shack.''

''Actually, I think there is something that could be investigated, albeit not from the outside,'' Sam told him, walking over to the side door, with Matt following her. ''Also, I wanted to talk to you about that ice-cream metaphor… and about Help Wanted.''

''I see,'' Matt said, curious about what she was up to. ''So, you want to go inside? How are we going to do that?'' Sam lifted up a pair of keys, with Matt rising an eyebrow. ''Where did you get that?''

''I found them… and made copy of them,'' Sam said casually, throwing the keys and catching them. Matt gave her a questioning look, with Sam waving him off. ''Don't worry, I've been in this business for much longer than you think. I know this isn't really legal, but let's be honest, who is going to care? This place is abandoned and there are no security guards, we confirmed that a while ago.''

''If you say so,'' Matt said, shrugging. Admittedly, he was a little excited to explore this place properly, especially after what he had witnessed when he was there last time. Sam walked over to the door, unlocking it.

''Something I've been thinking about was that there are a lot of things I needed to deal with if I want some peace in my life. This is just the start,'' she said as they entered the hallway. She bit her lip, cracking a small smile. ''I haven't been at Ricky's for a while now. Aside from the dust, it doesn't feel like much has changed.''

''So, you want to say that Ricky's had always this dark, heavy aura surrounding it,'' Matt said, crossing his arms as they walked into the main area. There was a stale and musty smell in the air, with dust covering most surfaces.

''Not always,'' Sam said. ''I still remember when this place had opened. There were a lot of excited kids, as well as parents who thought that this was a good alternative to a daycare.''

''Then, the murders started to happen,'' Matt added as he looked around the main area. ''The air is heavy and cold here. I can still breathe, but this is not a place one should be at. It's awful.''

He stared at the back of the restaurant, feeling something constricting his chest. Even though it had been cleaned up, he could still see the blood on the floor, vivid as it was on the day he had lost his younger brother, Devon. It wasn't just an image in his mind, but a memory of this place, left open for those who wanted to investigate the tragedy that had occurred here. He glanced at Sam, who had followed his gaze, staring at the same spot. He hadn't told her about what he had witnessed.

Still, she probably knows what had happened.

''Should I give you a tour of the place?'' Sam asked him, with Matt nodding. Sam then shrugged casually. ''There isn't really much to say about this place, though. I know that you just moved here a few months ago, but you did tell me that you were here before. Therefore, you should be familiar with the mascots.''

''Yeah, Max the Swashbuckling Cat, Dahlia the Swan, Quentin the Hedgehog, Virgil the Owl and the main mascot, Ricky Wolfrun,'' Matt said. ''I wonder what had happened to them. I heard that they just disappeared, but I guess that they might've been scrapped, especially after what had happened.''

''They had been burned to ashes,'' Sam said bluntly, with Matt giving her a curious look, following her when she walked over to the stage. ''There was also another mascot, one the Wolfrun Corporation had never revealed. His name was Raven and he was a blackbird animatronic.''

''How do you know that?'' Matt asked.

''I know that because I found him,'' Sam replied, opening the door next to the stage that led to the back room. It was small, with only a table in the corner, but Sam ignored it in favour for the mirror across it. She removed it, with Matt helping her, wondering what she was searching for. It was obvious that she already knew what she was searching for. Sam then pressed a panel on the wall, opening the hidden door. ''He was right here, in this room.''

She took out her smartphone, turning the flashlight on and illuminating the dark room. There were only a few spare metal parts inside, but otherwise, it was empty.

''He was burned alongside the others,'' Sam added, sighing. ''I wish he didn't leave, though. He was a really nice animatronic.''

''What do you mean?'' Matt asked. Sam was silent for a moment, leaving the room.

''Raven was more than just a robot,'' she said, walking back into the main area. ''He was a person of his own, with a horrible past and honestly, I wish I could've helped him somehow.''

Matt was silent for a moment, then asked, ''What about the other animatronics?''

''None of them had a soul in the same manner as Raven,'' Sam replied. ''The only exception was Ricky, but that was a different story.''

''I don't believe we're thinking about the same Ricky,'' Matt said, crossing his arms. ''At least not the one who had murdered two children in front of other people.''

''No, we don't,'' Sam said. She had indeed heard about what had happened, but at that time, she had been busy with other stuff. She did notice a shadow covering Matt's face, especially when he started stalking about the incident. She hadn't spotted any lingering spirits at Ricky's, but she did agree with the place giving her an ominous feeling. ''This guy was known as Connor Davis and was an employee at Ricky's. He was responsible for the animatronics.''

''He's dead, isn't he,'' Matt said bluntly. Sam nodded. ''I assume he was the kind of person who deserved death.''

''You're right,'' Sam replied. ''He was an insane man obsessed with the concept of death and he sent the animatronics to murder people. In the end, he was burned to ashes alongside his own creations.''

Matt leaned against the dust-covered table, smiling, ''That sounds familiar.''

''You're not asking me why I know this?'' Sam asked.

''You had the keys to this building,'' Matt noted out, with Sam admitting that he had a point. ''I don't tend to pry into people's secrets unless they decide to divulge them on their own. You trust me enough to tell me stuff like that, even though it's something very sensitive, something you would never tell anyone else.''

''I guess I just had the need to unload my problems on someone,'' Sam said casually. ''I felt lonely and it's a bit easier for me to think when I'm talking out loud. You were the only person I knew who wouldn't call me a freak if I told you all of this.'' She then shrugged, sighing. ''Admittedly, I could've talked to my mother about this, but I don't want to burden her with this.''

''But, you're willing to burden me with your problems?'' Matt said.

''That's up to you,'' Sam told him. ''You can walk out now and we'll pretend this has never happen.''

''Sam, you were dangling a carrot in front of me the entire time and now that I'm hooked, you're telling me I can walk away,'' Matt said sarcastically. He snorted. ''Not a chance.''

''Fine,'' Sam said, leaning against a chair. ''Don't say I didn't warn you.''

''Don't worry about me,'' Matt told her in an assuring tone. ''Talking about morbid stuff like death doesn't really faze me. I'd be more terrified of the idea that there isn't anything after death and that we all live our lives only to learn it was all for nothing.''

''Then you'll be happy to know that the afterlife does exist,'' Sam said, with Matt smiling. She then added in a heavy tone, ''Unfortunately, some people fear death and what comes afterwards. Or rather, they want to use death for their own gain.''

''I knew that this story sounded familiar,'' Matt said in an intriguing tone. Sam sighed.

''Yeah, yeah, it's Five Nights at Freddy's all over again,'' she said sarcastically. ''The only issue is that this is my own experience, something I had been dealing with for weeks. Hell, I still feel the consequences of the outcome.''

''So, let me recap. You had been investigating a guy who was responsible for the deaths of several people, as well as the downfall of Ricky's, and this guy died in a fire alongside his creations,'' Matt said, with Sam nodding. ''I can go with that, but it feels like a lot of information is still missing.''

''That's because I haven't told you everything, only the stuff I was comfortable telling you,'' Sam explained, taking another look at her surroundings. ''It's not something I wanted to remember.''

''I understand,'' Matt replied. ''You don't seem to be choked up about it, but you it's still unpleasant to have to be reminded of what happened.''

''Yeah, it is… Still, I decided to go ahead with it,'' Sam said, rubbing her temple. ''Speaking of which, I did play Five Nights at Freddy's VR: Help Wanted. So far, the mini-games are only better versions of those Five Nights at Freddy's games we had been playing.''

''You mean the ones made by that supposed lunatic developer? Why would they copy his games?'' Matt asked her.

''Probably to make fun of them,'' Sam said.

''Honestly, it feels more like a publicity stunt to me,'' Matt told her. ''They hire a guy to make games about the FNaF lore, then discredit him and call him insane so they wouldn't have to answer for what had happened in the past. It's the same thing as if Jack The Ripper hired someone to write a book about his murders, with his real name inside it and then called the writer a hack who just wanted to profit of a tragedy. Someone else gets blamed, they get away scot-free and people get interested in the product. It's a win-win for them.''

''I absolutely agree,'' Sam replied. ''Still, it feels like that's not everything. You see, I had found a bunch of glitchy tapes in the game that explain the story behind it. A woman, Tape Girl, hid away some key information for the beta tester from the core gameplay files and what I found out so far was rather interesting.''

''Wait a sec, if that information was for the beta tester, how come that you got them?'' Matt asked.

''My Dad was one of the people who worked on the game and told me that a co-worker gave it to him after he told them about my fascination with the game and the lore,'' Sam explained. ''In any case, Tape Girl says that there is some kind of malicious code inside the game that they couldn't fully contain nor understand for that matter.''

''Do you have an idea what that code is?'' Matt asked. Sam's eyes narrowed as she remembered the glitchy bunny mascot waving at her. She shuddered.

''Unfortunately, I do,'' she said. ''Tape Girl saw it too. It is some kind of mascot bunny character which would glitch out from time to time. It is nothing like any of the other in-game characters.''

''Sounds like this mascot is going to give you a lot of trouble,'' Matt noted.

''Admittedly, so far, nothing had happened, but maybe that's because I'm not that far into the game,'' Sam explained. ''I had only completed the Five Nights at Freddy's level.'' She frowned. ''Still, there was more information I had found. Tape Girl talked about a lawsuit which got the project in trouble, and about some guy named Jeremy. She also mentioned a guillotine paper slicer and how Jeremy knows where it is.''

''Is that all?'' Matt asked. Sam nodded.

''Yeah, for now. There are more Tapes, but I need to find them fi-'' Sam suddenly cut herself off as she remembered the hidden message she had found in the image. Don't listen to them. We let something inside. It was an accident. Remember Jeremy. She started pacing across the room. ''I think something happened to Jeremy. If this isn't part of the game, there might've as well been another accident at Fazbear Entertainment and they're trying to cover it up. Not to mention, they let something inside the game – Glitchtrap.''

''Glitchtrap?'' Matt gave her a confused look.

''It's what I named the mascot,'' Sam replied. ''It sounds better than just calling him glitchy mascot bunny, doesn't it?''

''I guess it does,'' Matt said. ''So, what's your plan?''

''Find more information about Glitchtrap and why he is here,'' Sam told him, then gazed back at the restaurant. ''As for this place, that chapter is closed.''

''It's good to see that you're finally putting things behind you,'' Matt said, with Sam nodding. ''Also, about the keys…''

''I think I'm gonna keep them, just in case,'' Sam said, twirling the keychain around her finger. ''I think that once this place is torn down or at least the door is replaced, I can finally breathe in relief.''

''You don't want to leave nothing unfinished, do you?'' Matt said, getting up and dusting himself off.

''Well, you never know what might happen,'' Sam shrugged. ''I think we should go, though. I know Ricky's is abandoned, but someone still might see us. Also, I'm starting to crave strawberry milkshake.''

Matt snorted as he followed Sam outside. He did cast one last, thoughtful glance at the place, at the spot which had been tainted with his brother's blood. He and his brother weren't really close, but he did mourn his death. Still, he knew that a part of him would remain by his side, no matter how small.

Besides, the world doesn't stop spinning just because of one death. It is one of the harsh truths of life, but not many are willing to accept it.

xXx

''Hello? Can you hear me?'' The golden bunny dressed in a purple vest and bowtie chuckled. ''Hello? Can you hear me?'' His laughter grew louder as he danced in the darkness. ''Hello? Can you hear me?''

He was overjoyed when he realized that he had managed to break through and establish contact with the one person who wasn't only alive, but was also familiar with the necessary information, had the skills needed for his plans as well as the ability to see spirits of the deceased and interact with them. Not to mention, thanks to his other subordinate, he had managed to establish a two-way connection between the realm of the living and the dead. All that she needed to do was to follow his orders.

Even though he knew that it still wasn't the time to celebrate, he couldn't help it but relish in the feeling of success. He needed to be patient, as not all puzzle pieces were in their places, but a little victory dance wasn't going to cause any harm. He was now in full control of everything. No one, not the spirits of the deceased nor living would get into his way. The monster they feared was close to breaking out of its cage. He stopped dancing, taking a bow as if standing on a stage in front of an invisible audience. He placed a finger on his lips, as if shushing someone, grinning widely and winked.

''You cannot escape from this haunted reality, so let's set the trapped spirit free. Let the tragedy repeat and the shadows envelop those who fight back. The only one who will remain is myself, reborn in this new body.'' He chuckled in amusement and then waved with his finger. ''Although, first, we need a little sacrifice before we can say 'Welcome back!'. Nothing too elaborate, but still necessary for the plan. Trust me, it'll be a big party, with cake, pizza, familiar faces and of course our guest of honour. So please, let us relive the tragedy.'' He stared at the void, letting out a maniacal laughter. ''Nobody will be able to stop me, do you hear me?! NO ONE WILL STOP ME! NO ONE CAN STOP ME! HAHAHAH!''

His laughter died down, his eyes glowing purple as he gave the invisible audience a confident grin.

''I ALWAYS COME BACK!''

xXx

''Charlie, please stay where you are,'' Sam muttered as she turned the crank on the music box up, keeping the Puppet inside the box. After having played through Five Nights at Freddy's, including Hard Mode, she turned her attention to Five Nights at Freddy's 2, reaching Hard Mode in no time. While she had managed to find three Faz Tokens, one spawning as she was about to die at Puppet's hands, there weren't any Tapes, though, no matter how much she searched. She felt disappointed, but she still took on the challenge.

So far, the Hard Mode versions of the games had been quite intriguing. In Five Nights at Freddy's, her environment experienced a drastic change, the most noticeable part being the grayscale aesthetic. All four animatronics were still active, but were now black a white, and acted a lot more aggressive. Her doors would randomly glitch out, with the risk of an animatronic getting in being high. The nightmare cupcake was a nice touch though.

As for Five Nights at Freddy's 2, there was also a drastic environmental change, most notably being the darker lighting and a dark purple palette displayed. The animatronics were also more aggressive, with Sam even wondering whether she could beat the night. She did die a few times, mostly to Withered Foxy, Mangle and Puppet after not paying attention to the main hallway and being crowded by the Toy and Withered Animatronics, unable to take off the mask in time and wind up the music box.

Still, she was confident that she would complete the night and move on to the next game. It was 5 AM and it was getting closer to 6 AM. One more hour, and she was done with this madness. As for Phone Guy's calls, they were the same as in Five Nights at Freddy's 2, meaning that she would indeed have to rely on the Tapes to learn more about the history behind this game.

What time is it anyways? I have school tomorrow, so I should finish this as fast as possible… YES!!!

Sam breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the bells chiming and children cheering for her, with the scene changing to a gift box. After getting a pack of Disappointment Chips, she returned to the main area. Gazing behind her, she saw Glitchtrap waving at her, now more solid than she saw him before. She had to wonder whether her progress through the game was what made him look like this.

She took the VR headset off, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, glancing at the clock on her smartphone. It was 11:03 PM and she knew she should've been in her bed, fast asleep. Sure, her mother didn't mind if she stayed up late as long as she was able to function in the morning, but Sam knew that she'd need the sleep. However, she didn't want to stop playing yet.

It's quite ironic. Before, I wouldn't even touch the game, but now, I'm combing through every detail I can find, she thought as she placed the VR headset on. One more night, then I'm done. I need to find at least one more Tape.

As she re-entered the main area, she switched over to the next mini-game – Five Nights at Freddy's 3. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the menu screen, feeling a little hesitant to open it. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to confront the man who had destroyed so many lives.

''Hello? Can you hear me?''

Sam felt chills when she heard Glitchtrap calling out for her, turning towards him. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the bunny, who was jolly as ever.

''Who are you?'' she asked. Glitchtrap didn't answer, keeping waving at her instead. Sam then sighed, turning back to the monitor. Instead, she took one more glance at the monitor, before entering the game with a determined look on her expression, leaving the bunny behind.

Glitchtrap's grin widened as he watched her enter the game. This is where the real fun begins.

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Steve’s Christmas Miracle Chapter 2

Christmas Eve saw Steve camped out in front of his still undecorated fireplace, trying to stay engrossed in a novel and fend off his friends’ holiday cheer. Bucky and Sam had sent him videos from Louisiana and both looked very festive and very merry. He noted with a spark of delight that Bucky was very cozy with Sarah Wilson and seemed to act downright giddy around her.

“They don’t need me,” he thought. “I would have just been a downer to the fun.”

Feeling better about his decision to skip Christmas, he returned his attention to his book and was soon lost to the world……

“Well, well, well. Would you look at this depressing man cave.”

“Yeah. I could have done SO MUCH with this.”

“And not even a cute doggo wearing a Santa Hat!”

Steve jerked awake to the sound of three female voices in his immediate vicinity. He blindly groped for his shield before he remembered it wasn’t his anymore. His eyes widened when he recognized the women in front of him, well, two of them anyway. The third looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

“Peggy? Nat?” he gasped. “Did someone drug me? Am I dead? And who are you?”

The third woman, a very gorgeous brunette, grinned at him and waved.

“I’d be offended that you don’t remember me, but in your defense, it’s been eighty years. I’m Darcy. I used to wait tables at Charlie’s.”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve remembered, “Bucky loved flirting with you. I loved watching you shoot him down every single time.”

Darcy grinned. So she wasn’t quite as unnoticed as she thought.

“But, how…..” Steve continued. “All three of you are dead, right? Or this is some crazy dream I’m having.”

“Steve, you’re not dead or drugged. We’re here for an intervention,” Peggy told him firmly. “You’ve hidden away for over a year and it’s becoming unhealthy. I know you’re grieving, but you’re not healing, and you’ve lost your Christmas Spirit.”

Steve smiled a touch sarcastically.

“So, I’m Scrooge, then? Perfect. Bah! Humbug!” He scowled and then chuckled mirthlessly. “I suppose you’re gonna teach me a “lesson.” The sarcasm was thick in his tone and there was a troubling hardness to his eyes.

Peggy sighed and Nat and Darcy looked at each other in concern.

“He’s worse than I thought,” Nat whispered.

“Oh, dear,” Darcy murmured. She was struggling to reconcile this Steve with the quiet kid who’d smiled at her. She thought she preferred Skinny! Steve, honestly.

“Don’t be a dick, Steve,” Natasha said bluntly. “I didn’t trade my life for the soul stone just to see you waste the rest of yours away. Now get your ass up and listen to Peggy. She’s going to take you on a little trip down memory lane.”

“And if I refuse?” Steve asked, crossing his arms stubbornly.

Peggy gave him the look that had made countless officers, world leaders, and Howard Stark quake in their boots. Steve swallowed. He’d never had that particular expression aimed at him before.

“Oh, alright. I guess the sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can be alone again,” Steve sighed in annoyance. “What do I do?”

“Hold this,” Peggy instructed, handing him a glowing metal ball that felt surprisingly cool for how bright it looked. “Now, we’re going to go back and visit your past. Nobody will be able to see or hear you. Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Steve grumbled. Peggy snapped her fingers and the cabin disappeared, replaced by a tiny apartment in Brooklyn. Furnishings were sparse and it was rather dilapidated, but meticulously clean and had a cheery air about it. Pine cones and paper garlands decorated the homely kitchen and a small blonde boy sat at the table, concentrating deeply on the letter he was working on.

“Steve, honey. Dinner’s ready. Have you finished your letter to Santa?”

Steve’s heart lurched at the sound of his mother’s voice and he stared in wonder as Sarah Rogers placed her hand on young Steve’s shoulder.

“Ma….” he breathed out longingly.

“Do you remember this?” Peggy asked.

“Yeah,” Steve said hoarsely.

“Almost done, Ma!” young Steve proclaimed, carefully signing his name and folding up the letter with painstaking neatness.

Sarah set a bowl of something hot and delicious smelling in front of her son, and smiled her approval.

“What did you ask Santa for, darling?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her own bowl.

Steve scrawled “SANTA” on the envelope and solemnly set it aside.

“I can’t tell you, ma. ‘Cause then It won’t come true.”

“Good point,” Sarah responded merrily. “Well, I’m sure Santa will do his best to make your wish come true. In the meantime, I thought after supper we could do our special reading of A Christmas Carol.”

Young Steve’s eyes lit up.

“Will you do the funny voices?”

“Absolutely. And you’ll do Tiny Tim very well again,” Sarah told him. “Now let’s say grace and enjoy our soup.”

Steve felt his eyes grow misty as he watched his younger self clasp Sarah’s hand as she blessed the food.

“You two looked so happy,” Peggy commented softly.

“We were very happy, Despite being dirt poor and me being sick half the time. She loved me so much……” Steve’s voice cracked, and he blinked away tears.

Peggy thoughtfully gave him time to regain his composure before indicating it was time to move on.

“Where to?” He asked curiously.

“Bucky’s bachelor pad,” Peggy informed him with a smirk as she snapped her fingers again.

Steve found himself inside the equally shabby and considerably more grungy apartment he’d shared with Bucky. It was rather clumsily decorated, with some ragged garlands around the walls and a very scrawny Christmas Tree in the corner.

Steve smiled fondly as he watched his youthful self laughing and joking with Bucky and Becca and her family around the small table. It was the Christmas after Becca had been married and she’d brought dinner over to Bucky and Steve.

Steve craned to hear snippets of their conversation.

“……So he’s lucky I stepped in before he got even more hurt trying to play hero. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, punk,” Bucky sighed, elbowing Steve, who was sporting several bruises on his cheek and looked completely unrepentant.

“Well, someone’s gotta stand up to the bullies,” Steve shrugged, taking another helping of potatoes. “Did you tell Becca that you’ve finally met a woman who’s immune to your ridiculous flirting?”

Bucky scowled and Becca perked up.

“Oooh? Do tell! Who is finally ignoring your terrible lines?”

“There’s a new waitress at Charlie’s and she’s got quite a mouth on her, shutting him down with sass,” Steve snitched. “It’s fantastic.”

He related the latest tale of Bucky’s rejection with great aplomb, which resulted in much teasing and a slightly sulky Bucky. He cheered up as presents were exchanged and Steve watched the cozy memory with a soft smile.

“Christmas 1940,” he mused. “The last truly happy Christmas before it all went to hell. They were so good to me. I’m glad none of us knew what was going to happen.”

Peggy shot him a sympathetic look.

She snapped her fingers again and the scene shifted to a cold wintry night in France where the Howling Commandos were hunkered down in what could only be described as a hovel, bundled up to their noses, but all smiling cheerily as they exchanged stories and shared goodies from various care packages.

“Aww, Dum-Dum,” Steve sighed fondly. “He kept up the Christmas Spirit, even in the worst of circumstances. I wasn’t too keen on celebrating, but I realized how important it was to keep morale up. We had a contest as to who could spin the wildest Christmas yarn, then talk about what we were going to do the first Christmas home. Helped keep us going.”

Steve’s voice trailed off as he watched his younger self peek at the picture in his compass.

“By the way, I’m sorry we never got that dance,” Steve told her. “I’m not a man who goes back on his promises.”

“I know you aren’t,” Peggy told him. “And I never held that against you. Don’t let the rest of your life be defined by what ifs. I had a great life and I’ve spent the afterlife helping others find that too. You, Steve, are my last mission and I am very invested in this succeeding. Now, come on, we’ve got another Christmas to look at.”

The scene switched again and this time they were back at Avenger’s Tower in the middle of a lively Holiday party. Everyone was wearing Ugly sweaters and sipping eggnog and generally being jovial.

“Gotta admit, Capsicle,” Tony remarked, “ you entered into the spirit of the ugly sweater contest with impressive dedication. I’m not even mad about losing to you. That right there takes the cake. Barton is gonna be pouting for weeks.”

Past Steve puffed out his chest a bit.

“Why, thank you, Tony. Never let it be said that I didn’t make an effort.”

He wiggled his arm, making the tiny bells on his sweater jingle.

“How in the world did you find that holiday monstrosity anyway?” Tony queried.

“The magical world of the internet,” Steve said in an exaggerated tone of awe and wonder, making Tony snort. “Believe it or not, I can use Google.”

“You’ve come a long way since the whole “It runs on some sort of electricity” moment,” Tony observed. “I’m so proud.” He wiped a fake tear from his eye, then clapped Steve on the shoulder and wandered over to Bruce.

“Man, I miss this,” Steve whispered, watching his past self laughing with Natasha over Clint’s terrible karaoke attempts.

“You six made quite the team,” Peggy complimented.

“For a few years, anyway,” Steve said distantly. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m still here and they aren’t.”

He nodded at Tony and Natasha.

“Survivor’s guilt?” Peggy asked. He nodded.

“I think the world needed them more than me,” he confessed.

“And on that note, I’m going to hand you off to Darcy, who will help you see that your statement is completely wrong,” Peggy announced. “Hang on, Steve.”

She snapped again and everything went dark.

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