#> n i do wanna take him to see a scary movie i think he'd be silly abt it. like he'd get jumpscared but he also insists he isnt scared

[waloeders]

ultraviolet finally being my fave song on fear of fear like i had to loop through the others n finally get to the one about acceptance even with the bad stuff behind you and sitting with u in dreams like okayyy <333 #healing or whatever /lh shdbdjdnjd

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Stray Kids with an S/O who is a huge horror movie fan

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: this is as always just my opinion :)

a/n: as a huge horror movie fan myself, I had to write this! enjoy!🩷

Chan:

As he said before, it's not like he's scared of horror movies, he just doesn't think they're interesting to watch. But, you're interesting to him and he loves you so he will definitely try for you. He also thinks he won't get scared cause 'nothing scares him' but oh boy was he wrong. You have to promise him extra cuddles because he's not gonna be able to fall asleep that night. Will also try to dissect the plot with you after the movie, and try to find meaning in the story just so it's less scary to him.

If he was never really invested into the horror genre, you could show him the classics like The Shining(1980), The Omen(1976), The Amityville Horror (1979), Psycho(1960) and then also some newer iconic movies like Get Out(2017), The Ring(2002), Sinister(2012), Hereditary(2018) and The Conjuring(2013).

Minho:

Loves it. Loves to try and scare you while you're watching a movie together. At first, you're so happy that you can share your love for horror with your significant other. And you know he really doesn't like jumpscares, so you try to find movies that don't have many of those. But if they do and Minho predicts a jumpscare, he'll grab you at the same time it's happening, making you jump out of your skin even though you saw the movie already. You kinda start regretting watching horror movies with him because he annoys you on purpose. He thinks you're so adorable when you're mad at him, but he wont push too far and he'll always make it up with cuddles and kisses later. Overall, 10/10 experience.

I feel like he'd watch almost any horror movie cause he's a curious cat (hehe) and you'd both share your favorites.

I don't know why, but I also feel like Minho would appreciate good old silent horror movies. I just think if he's a horror fan he may enjoy seeing the roots of horror. Like The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari(1920), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde(1920), The Phantom Carriage(1921), Nosferatu(1922) and Häxan(1922).

Changbin:

I don't think he's too scared of them but I think he doesn't really care for them too much? Though, if you have some interesting thriller or detective movies to recommend he will definitely wanna watch them with you. I think Changbin likes a movie that has an intelligent story with a plot twist. He likes to guess what's gonna happen next and when he's actually right he'll be so happy and proud. He'll keep talking about how he guessed the plot and how smart he is and how you have to give him extra cuddles now. Either way, you're cuddling and snacking the whole time while watching and it's just nice and cozy.

I think he'd enjoy thrillers like The Game(1997), Fracture(2007), The Machinist(2004), The Double(2013), Shutter Island(2010), Zodiac(2007) and 1408(2007).

Hyunjin:

Miss him with that shit cause he ain't watching it unless you manage to coax him into it. It's gonna take a lot of persuading until he finally gives in but you have to be careful in choosing the right movie for Hyunjin. He doesn't like loud noises and he doesn't really like to feel scared. He'd rather watch something for the story, especially if it's an emotional one, and he also likes character driven stories.

I think he could watch artsy or slow creepy movies that are more drama-like but have elements of horror like Pan's Labyrinth(2006), Dark Water(2005), Windchill(2007), It Follows(2014), The Eyes Of My Mother(2016), I'm Thinking Of Ending Things(2020) and Case 39(2009).

Jisung:

Okay, with this one you can go crazy. Any weird horror movie, anything kinda disturbing, deranged or unhinged will be right up his ally. As a horror and anime fan himself, he's seen some pretty weird stuff so experiment, I guess. I also feel like he'd like fun horror movies, idk how to explain but ones that are disturbing but fun at the same time, like you can't look away even though you're looking at a train wreck.

Movies like Funny Games(2007), The Ruins(2008), Suspiria(1977), The Perfection(2018), Perfect Blue(1997), May(2002), Audition(2000), Saw franchise and Terrifier series would be fun for him. Also, since he mentioned Paranormal Activity, found footage horror movies would be fun to watch with Jisung too like Creep(2014), REC(2007), Unfriended(2015) and Cloverfield(2008).

Felix:

This is just not happening unless you can bribe him with cookies, gummies or any other sweets and ofcourse many cuddles and kisses, even more than you share usually. You'll have to practically beg him to watch a horror movie with you or make some kind of compromise that you'll participate in some activity he likes more than you later. He's not gonna sleep all night if you make him watch anything too scary, actually he wouldn't even be watching that. He'd probably be hidden in your neck the whole time and even the creepy sounds coming from the tv will give him nightmares.

The only way to make him watch horror movies is if they're mixed with comedy or they're so bad that they're funny. Like the Scream franchise, The Cabin In The Woods(2011), What We Do In The Shadows(2014), The Happening(2008), Tucker & Dale vs. Evil(2010), Housebound(2014) and ofcourse zombie comedies like One Cut Of The Dead(2017) and Shaun Of The Dead(2004).

Seungmin:

Kind of indifferent towards the scares but I think he gets annoyed with plot holes and characters acting stupid. Rolls his eyes at every over used trope or cliche sentence. You actually end up laughing while watching horror movies with him because he's too cute when he's annoyed.

"How is this killer still alive? He's been run over by a truck ten times, this is stupid!" or "Okay but why is he going towards the sound? Is he that dumb, he's gonna die!"

He does like dry humor though so he'd like some black comedy movies with horror elements like American Psycho(2000), Parasite(2019), The Lobster(2015), The Menu(2022) but also if you want to annoy him on purpose (because he's cute when he gets worked up) show him slashers like the Halloween franchise, Friday the 13th franchise and Black Christmas(2019).

Jeongin:

With Jeongin, I feel like it can go either way and it definitely depends on the theme of the movie. Also, he will probably try to act brave in front of you (until he jumps at a loud sound and then gets embarassed). For some reason I don't have an exact subgenre of horror for him but for some reason I feel like he'd like newer horror movies like Us(2019), Nope(2022), Last Night In Soho(2021), His House(2020), Host(2020), The Invisible Man(2020) and Fear Street film series.

[roadkillremi]

Randy Meeks with a Queer and/or Trans Partner

(Head Cannons)

MasterList

Quick announcement before reading. I am a nonbinary AFAB individual so I cannot speak for all of these. If there is something you want to add that you feel as if I didn't give it enough justice please let me know! You can comment, message, reblog, or ask!

Coming Out

Coming out in general can be scary. But you know you need to come out to your current partner Randy.

(As Bi/Pan) You sat Randy down telling him you love him. He's panicking because this usually doesn't end well for him.

You tell to take deep breaths even though you're the one panicking. He notices you seem nervous and cuddles you in his arms.

You whisper saying you're [Bisexual/Pansexual/Questioning/Queer] and that you're still with him but you needed to tell him.

At first he's silent and then lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, I figured baby! It's okay! I support you!"

Ever since that you both talk about people you find attractive together. One time you both admitted to Billy being attractive but being an asshole. Or how Tatum's too pretty for Stu.

If there's a queer character in a Horror movie he's telling you. He grabbed the Rocky Horror Picture Show and forced you to watch it.

(Coming out as Trans) Again this is super scary. Yeah you dress differently to make yourself comfortable and change your hair but you never told him.

You waited until Randy was half asleep to tell him. You said it softly to where he can barely hear. He sat up lazily and rubbed his eyes.

(Nonbinary). "I go by They/Them pronouns.." you whispered. Randy nodded, "Okay, so..." He looked a bit confused not upset though. "I don't feel like a guy or a girl. Deep in my soul I feel something else. Like I don't belong?... It's hard to explain.."

(NonBinary) He nodded, "I'm sorry you feel this way. I'll try my best and I'm sorry if I mess up.".

(FTM) "Randy.. I'm saying that I don't wanna be a girl. I'm not a girl!" Tears built up. "I know you dated me when I was... I'm sorry but it's who I am.". Randy looked at you, "I love you for you. Besides we can get matching haircuts."

(MTF) "I feel feminine, I want to be pretty, Randy..". Randy scooted closer to you, "You are pretty..".. "No, I wanna be.. a girl.. I know the difference between drag queen and trans. This is who I am.". Randy nodded and kissed you before going back to the movie.

He'd then mention how Chucky's kid uses different pronouns.

Pride Events

He gets tacky Rainbow stuff for you all the time during June.

He even scribbled on a T-Shirt "My Partners [Queer/Trans] so what?".

He constantly tells you he's proud of you for being you.

During events he'll ask random questions going "What's the difference between Bi and Pan?" Or "What do you mean I'm queer coded?!" Then ask if Stus queer coded.

He gets little souvenirs for everyone. He handed Billy a fan saying PRIDE, Billy sat there confused. "Use it. It's for the better of human kind.".

Randy's mom gets confused when she' sees the rainbow stuff and thinks he's queer (which he might, who knows?). He shakes his head in disappointment, "No, Mom. We talked about how Y/N is celebrating this month! We have to be festive with them."

With Friends/Family

Randy would ask if your family knows, if you say No he'd respect that. He doesn't want to out you to your family. (For pronouns) He hates using the wrong pronouns and/or preferred name. After he apologizes a million times to you.

He'd be right by your side when you tell the friend group. Sidney and Tatum accept you and Stu is just confused. Billy zoned out and then nodded.

Stu would make a joke thinking it's harmless. Randy would fuss at him and Tatum would join him.

(For Queer individuals) Billy would even go to you and ask, "How'd you know?". You're pretty sure he likes Stu.

At school some kids are childish and mean. But Randy will stand up for you. So will everyone else of course! But Randy would be the meanest to the person who insulted you.

(For Pronouns) He'd passive aggressively correct people that should know which ones to use. At first he's nice and then he's like. "it's actually, [Preferred Pronouns]

(For Pronouns) When Ghostface calls you he even uses your proper pronouns and/or preferred name. You stop mid conversation and go "Uh- thanks. But imma hang up-".

That's all I got for now, Happy Pride!

[belovedtylerr]

omg hi <3 i hope ur having a great day!! could you possibly do a billy angst? i have no specific plot in mind so ill leave that up to you!

Omg ofc!! Tysm for requesting lol! Sorry if it took long, took me a minute to find some depressing plot and plus I had work😭 I apologize if its not good or what you wanted, I tried

'Rotting Petals.🥀' Billy x Reader

Summary: Billy decided that hes had enough of you.

Warnings: ansty sad stuff, mentions of murder, attempt of murder, carelessness, overall toxic stuff, gore

Billy and You had hit it off easily, you two were two peas in a pod, and he definitely 'loved' you, maybe a bit too much. Today, was a Saturday and after hearing about all the murders, you couldn't help but feel unsafe when alone so you would see Billy. Although today he decided to take you out to dinner (with Stu's money that he sto-borrowed) You put on you're favorite clothing and started to do you're hair. Once you finished you walked outside on you're porch as billy walked towards you with red roses, but one white rose in the middle. You hugged him as he kissed you're cheek.

Small timeskip to dinner, something felt off about Billy. The way he glared at you when you 'weren't looking' and the way he'd grit his teeth from time to time. He seemed irritated?? You couldn't really tell, but you felt unsafe. Or thats what you're gut told you. Insecurity was written all over you're face, and Billy knew. He tried changing a subject whenever it came to the murders, he'd talk about latest school stuff or parties, or even you're intrests you knew he didn't necessarily care for. (Im sorry if its harsh😭) The conversation continued to be back and forth about the murders, than Billy forcefully changing the subject. In a way, you thought he was the murderer, but you're mind continued to gaslight you to think he's you're saint. Oh, if only that was true.

Time passes by like a truck, he takes you home and kisses you're cheek. You walk in, putting the new flowers into a v/c (vase color) vase. You sit down onto the couch, watching whatever was on the TV. Only thing you could think about was Billy and why he was being so stubborn yet secretive. You looked over, noticing two of the roses already rotting. You weren't too worried, you knew that you could always replace them. Just like how Billy could always replace you. You continued 'watching' the TV, zoned out and staring out the window. A faint noise in the background made you jump. You turned around in search of what caused the noise. Feeling slightly unsafe you walk upstairs, before hearing the phone ring. You grab the phone. "Hello?." You asked cautiously. "Hello, Y/N." it sounded like a grown man. You were scared, but you mustered up the small amount of courage you had and kept talking. He continued asking questions like favorite scary movies, then the last question caught you off guard. "What door am I at?" You yelped, starting to panic as you started to run downstairs, locking doors. The flowers continued to rot, all except the white one. Tears started to run down you're face, as you turn around from locking the front door, seeing ghostface in front of you.

You kicked him, desperate of escape as he slashed you're arm, blood slipping out as you held the deep cut. You ran to you're room, and hid under the bed. You can hear the floor boards creek. You covered you're mouth, faint sobs could still be heard. "Come on, Y/N. Don't you wanna play a game? I think Billy would enjoy." You suddenly realized. Its Billy hes the killer and he always had been." The mask fell to the ground, as his face met yours. "There they are!!" he grabbed you by the arm, blood squirting out quicker. "Billy please!!!" You cried louder, as hel held you in his arms, the knife cutting you're knee. You tried to break free, kicking and screaming yet nothing seemed to help. You kicked once again, as the knife slipped and stabbed you're thigh. He started to walk towards the window, breaking it with you're own body. He tried to shove you out the window but failed as you ran out. You headed for the phone, dialing 911 as fast as you could, noticing the red roses that were completely shriveled. Although when you tried to call the phone cut out, thanks to Billy's schemes. You heard faint creaks behind you before

Whack! He hit you with what seemed to be some kind of wood. He hit over and over until you fell, everything was a blur. He kissed you for the last time as you whined, barely able to scream for help. He grabbed the white rose from the vas as he put it under you're hand, blood pooling around you. He then ran back upstairs and grabbed his mask before jumping out the previously broken window. Later on you're guardian/parents had found you bleeding out and rushed you to the hospital.

You lived, but not for long.

[sugar-omi]

okay first of all dw i get you, like ive had intentions to talk to ppl but then im like ",,,nah" LIKE I DONT WANNA TALK ABT FINDING A JOB OR SMTH LIKE IM JUST CHECKING YOU'RE ALIVE GO AWAY<////3

its times like that ik why i got 99-100% introvert on my mbti test

also YES LISTEN I'LL TELL YOU HOW I DID IT BC THIS IS HOW I DO EVEYRTHING, I JUST IMAGINE EVERYTHING A SLIKE A FUCKING COMING OF AGE MOVIE BC THATS THE LIFE IM LIVING IN MY HEAD RIGHT LMAO

i also use a lotta metaphors n say very poetic shit i just,,, the writer is deep and it is a little demon controlling me

MOVING ON OMG WHY AM I ALL OVER THE PLACE

i'm getting so many ideas... maybe lee asking if aloma is, well aloma, and crying bc she missed her so much and it was so scary, so hard for her to just be gone

i imagine its not too long before aloma comes out, seeing the pained expression of her family when they think people aren't looking isn't hard to miss, especially when you keep watching everyone because you've missed them.

ALSO I HAD A FEELING ABT THE SCAR OMG IM GLAD I WAS RIGHT

the family and cove would be so upset, they'd cry harder knowing they weren't there to protect or help aloma. everyone hates they didn't notice sooner, didn't do something sooner so aloma never ran away in the first place.

oh i also imagine the only reason the moms haven't noticed sooner is because they're just going through the motions most days, they all are actually

when i'm upset i kinda have like tunnel vision the whole day/week, even someone i was talking to a moment ago i won't remember exactly what we talked about. or their face/features.

i purposefully avoid making eye contact anyway, but more so during this time bc its hard. so aloma looks so much like their aloma, its hard to look sometimes. always glancing away, or not looking in the first place.

or everything is moving so fast, they're trying to escape thee conversation or situation as fast as possible and they don't take the time to study aloma's face, don't notice even the obvious things because today was too rough.

cove probably wouldn't think too much of the way aloma reacts to the shop either. mm unless aloma went smth like, "it'd be nice if there was a magician around here. those are fun, dont you think cove?"

he'd be a bit curious, but he'd be so hurt at the memory from shopping w her during step 1 he might not think about it until he's trying to sleep at night.

!!! another thought, cove probably thinks that baxter is aloma's boyfriend

never says anything bc, she's just a tourist, that's inappropriate.

but after crying in each others arms, having a heart to heart and breaking through the layer of hurt and regret, cove would ask either then or later on in the morning bc "wait, aren't you dating baxter?"

and aloma is like "ew what're you talking about? we're like siblings"

aloma and baxter would be so close, like maybe holding hands or hugging a lot, just very affectionate and joking a lot. cove isn't use to seeing sibling dynamics like that, or friends like that. ofc terry and randy are silly in their own right, but i think seeing how close aloma is with baxter makes cove yearn.

he wants to know everything about her, and when baxter and arden catch him outside, having just came back from their own lunch date and they invite cove in.

small talk and awkward silence later, cove mumbles, so soft it wouldn't be heard if it wasn't for the silence of baxter's condo.

"please, tell me everything i missed..."

wants to know all the things aloma won't tell him. of course not the sad or personal stories, but the embarrassing ones. or the little habits she adapted. the things that made her laugh, her favorite flower or food.

some things, arden and baxter tell him to ask her himself, but they do say "be careful, please take care of her. she's yearned for sunset bird and it's people for a long time."

of course they don't say anything she wouldn't like, they'll say some classic protective and teasing (big) sibling things, but otherwise usher cove out the door where he runs into aloma who is surprised, but laughs it off and says "what a coincidence, i was just uh.. i was just going to see you." aloma laughs, rubbing her cheek or some other nervous tick cove takes notice of. "wanna.. go see something cool?"

and takes cove to that field of poppies in "happiness" where they smile and laugh and cry.

cove, tucking hair behind aloma's ear. "i wanna know everything about you" "... it's not all pretty." "maybe, but its you."

and she tells him about the beginning, how opal took her in and tried to convince her things aren't as bad as they seem, that now is better than never but of course it didn't work, and she would never push a child out of her home.

and she tells him the in betweens, the funny and the stupid, the chaotic and the hurt/comfort stories. tells him the little things in between those, down to her 2 neighbors favorite colors and how arden toppled everyone over, her and tama trying to follow qiu's moves

told him about the hushed conversations she had under the stars, about the secrets shared in the dark between her and arden as children. not the personal ones, but the ones where they had a crush on some kid with red hair or called a teacher mom, the little ones but big enough to make a 13+ year old crumble in embarrassment

and they laugh, they laugh until they cry and choke and then they cry. well, cove cries mostly.

aloma looks up at the stars, white poppies framing her head and she's laughing, smiling and waving her hands to animate the story and cove flips over, trying to wipe away the tears slowly slipping down.

"cove? what's wrong...?" aloma touches his back, hesitant. cove reaches around, holding her hand.

"i just.. wanna experience those things with you too." cove cries, shaking "im jealous. i know i shouldnt be but..."

aloma is silent, and cove almost apologies but silently, brought to him by the breeze. "we're doing that now aren't we?"

and cove turns around, shocked, but he searches aloma's glassy eyes and then he cries, nodding. and he holds her hand tighter, tangling their fingers together for comfort

imagine the 'indifference route' was a bad dream crush/love Mc was having one night and when they tell Cove about it he is equally crept out and unsettled by the idea that there could've been a reality where they weren't as close as they are now. Where they didn't even *try* to be closer.

and when he learns that the indifferent version of him never even came over the day Mc learned about their biological parents, and weren't there to listen and comfort them, I think that would shock him the most. That this version of him wasn't there for the love of his life in moments like this.

one of the things that keep me up at night ever since I played and regretted the indifferent route. Never again.

omg he'd cry

he'd even apologize

he can't imagine not being apart of your life, he loves you so much. if you're dating he's ruined but if you're still crushing he'd even more ruined

which you'd think it'd be the other way but it's not, although you prbly couldn't tell the difference much but trust me, his heart hurts double. the idea of not being interest in you hurts more especially when he hasn't told you how he feels.

if there's a world, even in a dream, where you aren't interest in each others lives in any way, then there could be a world where he pines after you while you have no interest in him at all

cove can't imagine not loving you at all, so the idea of your disinterested, especially if it's direct and he can see the visible distance-or worst, annoyance- in your gaze

would end up confessing bc he can't let smth like that happen. if it's in step 3 before the end of summer/ happiness moment. he's even more upset bc he's alrdy worried abt the future n you losing touch

if you're dating he'd prbly cry m ask you to marry him bc he can't live like that, is joking abt it when he says it but does want it (if you want it too ofc)

either way what's you to know he wants you, loves you, and at this point Needs to be in your life bc he needs you like water

[usedtobecooler]

hey, squealer | virgin!eddie x fem!reader

part one // part two // part three // part four

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral m receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), fingers in mouth, blowjobs, dirty talk (a lie, reader is just mean and likes to make fun of him), taking of virginity, mocking, fluff, mentions of horror movie scenes, mention of death.

Word Count | 3k

A/N | i'm back again and none of you can stop me!!!! virgin!eddie has me in a fucking chokehold and i couldn't rest until i wrote and published this. i've linked all parts to this series at the beginning so we have on place for everything. enjoy!!

It'd been a few days since your bathroom encounter and things were so much better this time. You were back to goofing off at work, speaking about anything and everything and you even had taken an interest in Eddie's D&D campaign that he'd been buzzing on about.

It was cute watching him be so passionate about the things he enjoyed doing, the way he'd excitedly tell you about how Erica had defeated his campaign again all whilst mocking Lucas for being useless, how Will had joined Hellfire since returning from California and fit in perfectly, how Gareth finally had a girlfriend.

It was so endearing to watch him like this, you were pretty sure if he paid close enough attention to you he'd see the hearts in your pupils.

"You wanna come to my house tonight?" You'd asked him after your Saturday shift, twirling your hair in your finger as you leaned on the cash counter, watching him bounce around slotting vinyls into their correct places.

Eddie's movements halted abruptly, looking at you and narrowing his eyes, "Your house? To do what?"

"Watch a movie?" You ask hopefully, a glint in your eyes, "Do you like scary movies?"

"I love scary movies, sweetheart," Eddie places both of his hands over his heart, fluttering exaggeratedly at your words, "what movie were you thinking?"

"I rented Halloween from Family Video," You smile all giddy as you watch Eddie's movements, so endeared by how goofy he was, "the first one, of course. No other compares."

"You're right about that," Eddie smirks, "give me your address and I'll be there, seven okay?"

"Perfect."

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Seven came around pretty quickly and now you were getting a little nervous. Your parents were out for the night at some fancy event for your dads company that was out of town, so they were in a hotel for the night and you were home all alone.

You hadn't asked Eddie if he wanted to stay over, but you sort of hoped you could reel him into staying with your sweet words. Especially after watching a horror movie like Halloween, what an awful idea that was.

The doorbell rings and you very nearly shoot out of your skin, making to the door and opening it to find Eddie standing there looking all dopey and tired.

"Thank God this is the right house, I got nervous I was somehow on the wrong street," Eddie sighs, stepping into the house without an invite and toeing off his Reeboks as you shut and lock the door behind him.

"Nope, you're right where you need to be," You say, lips popping on the 'p', "the VCR is in my room, my parents hate movies so I get it all to myself, you okay to come up to my room to watch the film?"

Okay, so maybe that's a bit of a white lie and maybe you had spent the last half hour dragging the VCR upstairs and fiddling around with all the cables to make sure it was set up in your room, but Eddie would be none the wiser.

Eddie looks at you with wide eyes, nervousness apparent in the way he balks at you, "Uh, are you sure?"

"Course, we'll be comfier on my bed anyway," You smirk, grabbing hold of his hand and tugging him upstairs with you. Your bedroom door is already open, to reveal your pretty made up bed with a baby blue comforter effortlessly tucked in and a million pillows.

Your room is small, like the rest of the house really, so your TV is pretty close to the end of your bed, only a dresser and bedside table as other furniture.

"Make yourself at home," You shoo Eddie away to sit on the bed, watching as he removes his denim jacket just leaving him in his shirt and loose sweatpants, "don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than jeans."

"Oh, uh, I wanted to be comfortable," Eddie says, voice nervous and slightly sheepish as he gets cosy on your bed, "Jesus, how many pillows do you need, sweetheart."

"I like to feel like I'm on a cloud." You giggle, sliding onto the bed and automatically resting your head on Eddie's lap. You choose to ignore the sharp intake of breath he takes when you get comfortable, your big oversized shirt riding up to reveal a little expanse of your panties.

The TV was already on, video tape in and ready to go, so once you're sure you're both comfortable you press play and the movie starts, soon enough little Michael is walking through his home in Haddonfield to murder his sister in the front bedroom.

You lay in silence as you watch, in no mood for teasing as you lose your focus on Eddie and become engulfed in the movie playing out in front of you.

Eventually, it gets to the part where Lynda and Bob sneak into Annie's home to get it on, and you're trying to ignore the way Eddie is squirming under your head, when all of the sudden-

You shoot up from your place in Eddie's lap, "Are you seriously getting a hard on over Lynda's tits? She's about to die a horrible death, you freak." You're mocking him but your mouth is watering a little as you watch his cock strain in his sweatpants.

"They're nice tits," Eddie shoots back, voice weak and strained as Michael strangles Lynda with the telephone cord, "not as nice as yours though."

You lay a hand over your chest, acting all bashful, "I'm flattered, but you haven't even seen my tits outside of my top."

"Show me then." Eddie says, raising his brows as if to challenge you. What he doesn't expect is for you to actually pull your baggy shirt off over your head and expose your bare breasts to him, nipples hardening from the cool air right away.

"There," You say all triumphant and pleased with yourself, "I don't wear a bra at home, so jokes on you, pretty boy."

He's all flustered, wide puppy dog eyes drinking in the look of your tits, hand coming out hesitantly until you nod, letting him cup one in his palm, thumb rubbing over the hard nub of your nipple. A sweet sigh escapes your lips and you shudder from the contact.

"Can I help you with that at all?" You ask sweetly but still mocking, nodding towards his straining cock in his pants, "Looks like you don't wear underwear in the house either."

Eddie barks out a nervous laugh, "You caught me, princess." Your heart flutters over the nickname, core quivering as he stares at you intently, "I suppose, uh, I suppose you can if you wan'. Don't feel like you have to."

"I don't, I want to," You confirm, changing position so you're sat on your knees between his spread legs, "can I blow you?"

He chokes on his tongue, face going beet red, "Are you sure? Shit, you don't have to-"

You cut him off by digging your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, forcing him to lift his hips up so you can pull them to his ankles. His cock springs up all proudly, flushed red at the tip and already leaking a little.

"You're such a virgin," You sigh, just a little teasing coming out behind the admiring way you say it, all happy with yourself that it's only you who's ever done this for him.

"And you're such a slut." Eddie quips back, though there's no heat behind the words. You look up at him, furrowed brows and a dumb look on your face, all quiet for a second to make him squirm.

"I didn't mean that." He says eventually and you laugh at him, leaning down and gripping the base of his cock, spitting on the head to get it nice and wet.

"No, you're right," You admit, hand jerking him up and down and you don't miss the way he starts whining right away, "just a slut for your massive fucking cock."

A broken moan escapes Eddie's lips as you sink down on his cock, hot mouth gliding over the flushed skin and tongue licking over his head, hand twisting over what you can't fit in your mouth - which is a fair amount, and you're disappointed in your own skills now.

You force yourself to take a bit more of him in your mouth and your throat closes up, gagging a little as the head hits the back of your throat and Eddie shoves his hips up and cums with an embarrassingly loud shout.

You choke and splutter on his cum but still swallow it down, a little dribbling out the sides of your mouth as you pull off of him, "Could've warned a gal, Jesus Eddie."

He's embarrassed and you feel bad at the way he clenches his eyes shut and cringes like he's about to cry, "I am so, so sorry," he stumbles over his words, voice raising an octave, "I didn't expect you to, well, try to deep throat me and it caught me off guard."

You're smiling all pretty at him now, "Don't say sorry, I'm not mad," you say it sincerely, no mocking as you shrug, "that was kinda hot. Gives me a bit of an ego."

You slide off of the bed and retrieve a muslin cloth from your dresser, plopping back onto the bed with a huff as you clean him up, wandering hands ghosting all over his limp cock and his balls for him.

You pretend not to notice the hiss of breath he takes in and the way his eyes wander down to where your hands are taking care of him.

Eddie's back is pressed firm against your plush headboard and he's all flushed red, clearly still orgasm drunk from his first blowjob -- if you could even call it that.

"Do you trust me?" You ask gently, making to hover over his lap but not quite settling, still on your knees to keep distance.

"Of course I do, sweetheart," Eddie's eyes have a little twinkle in them, a dopey smile spreading across his face as he gently reaches his hands out to settle on your waist. You melt into it, body going a little lax and keening into his touch.

"You can absolutely say no, but," Your fingers dance over the front of his Hellfire shirt, the first time you'd seen him in it since you were both in high school, and it's making you feel a little juvenile, "I was thinking it was maybe time for you to pop your cherry."

You inwardly cringe at your words, you were hoping to be a little softer with him and a bit more serious but you can't help the teasing, it's like your brain is hotwired to automatically make fun of him.

"You're, wha-," Eddie's stuttering over his words, at a bit of a loss, "I didn't bring a condom."

The barking laugh that escapes your lips sounds mean, and you know that, but he's just so precious, "Honey, Eddie, baby..." you coo at him, "I'm on birth control. I'm totally clean too, trust me, surely you'd want to feel everything the way it's meant to feel for the very first time, right? So I'm sure the condom doesn't matter, unless it's what you want."

You can feel Eddie's cock pulsing between you both, clearly perking up at the thought of getting buried in your tight cunt for the first time. His face isn't so easy to read, though, you can tell his brain is running at a million miles a minute trying to soak in everything that's going on.

"You can say no," You say helpfully, a little bashful smile tugging at your lips, "I don't want to pressure you."

"You're not," Eddie says it in a rush, sitting up a little, "you're not rushing me. I just - I'm worried it's gonna be shit for you and over as fast as that was." He's clearly referring to the blowjob you just attempted to give him, face screwing up as he cringes.

"Hey, second orgasm usually doesn't come so fast," You shrug, like it's no big deal because it isn't, "you'll get better with practice, last longer, find what you like and don't like. It's normal, handsome."

"God," Eddie clenches his eyes shut momentarily, like your words are throwing him through a loop, "what'd I ever do to deserve a gal like you being so understanding."

"You were yourself," It's honest, that's what captivated you from the get go, just the way Eddie was in himself was enough to pull you in, "and now I get to mold you into my perfect little sex god."

You sink down a little now, your still panty-clad pussy dragging hotly against Eddie's cock, now fully erect again and slapping at his stomach. His eyes shoot open, biting at his bottom lip to stifle a groan.

And maybe this would be over quicker than you thought. But you were okay with that, the night was young and round two and three were always an option.

"I'll move these to the side," You say, voice quiet as you motion toward your panties with your left hand, "and then I'll do all the work, 'kay? You just tell me what you like and what you don't, and when you're close."

Eddie's mesmerized by your cunt, watching as you loop your fingers into the black material and tug them to the side, exposing yourself to the cool air, "Do you not-," he struggles, "do you not want me to... get you off first?"

"Trust me, honey, I really don't need it," You smirk, grabbing his hard cock by the base and hovering over it, slipping the head between your slick folds. You watch his eyebrows furrow, his mouth fall open as his head falls back and hits your headboard, clearly overcome with pleasure.

Eddie's silent, all words caught in his mouth as you let the tip of his cock breach your hole, sinking down little by little, gasping at the stretch of it because Jesus he's massive, until you're fully sat and nestled.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move, Eds," You whisper, a whimper dying in your throat as your hand comes up to tug at the collar of his shirt pulling on it until he's looking at you, just to make sure he's listening and still okay.

He's really big, not that you didn't know that when you got your hands and mouth on it, but it feels bigger nestled inside the tight heat of your cunt, like you can almost feel him in your stomach.

Eddie nods eventually once his breathing evens out and you don't waste any time in getting started. To begin with you take it slow, only lifting yourself up just enough for a few inches to come out before sliding back down again, gauging how he reacts. His mouth falls open in a broken moan, eyebrows furrowing as he gets used to the feeling of your wet cunt gripping him so well.

He risks a glance down to watch your bodies meeting, the way his cock slides in and out of you and maybe it was a mistake because you're feeling his cock twitching already, whilst he watches your creamy release pool around his thick expanse of dark pubes, matting it down.

"You're - fuckfuck - making a mess," Eddie's voice is so whimpery and subby it makes you shudder in a breath, a whine coming from your throat as you swipe two fingers through the mess, picking some up and forcing your fingers into his mouth until he's sucking them clean.

"Shut up," You moan, finally bouncing up and down properly now, never taking your eyes off of his own, big and wet and perfect, your cunt gripping him so deliciously, sweet spot being abused with every stroke, "rub my clit."

Eddie lets your fingers slip from his mouth, thumb coming down to rub messily at your clit, absolutely no fucking rhythm to it whatsoever but at this point it didn't matter because you could feel your stomach tightening already.

"You're so wet," Eddie sighs, all mesmerized and struggling to rip his eyes away from his thumb on your cunt, until he catches your tits bouncing up and down and he leans forward to latch onto your nipple, licking and sucking it tentatively.

"You're gonna make me cum," You whine, crying out as you continue bouncing, trying to ignore how Eddie's own hips are fucking up to meet your thrusts and how it's driving you crazy, "Jesus Christ."

"Nah, just me," Eddie moans, and it would've been funny if he didn't sound so fucked out, "m'gonna cum, shit, fuck."

The sounds are so fucking hot it's driving you wild, the loud slapping of your skin connecting in this delicious smack, your sopping wet cunt sucking him in, the panting and whining escaping Eddie's lips and you are gone, clenching around his fat cock as you cum, shoving yourself down so he's all the way in to the hilt.

Your pussy clenching like a vice around Eddie's cock is enough to have him shooting off, grip on your waist so tight it almost hurts as he cums, buried deep in you. His orgasm face is so pretty you watch the whole thing without blinking, the way his curls fan his face wetly from sweat, his glossy eyes pricking with tears, his swollen red lips parting in a constant string of moans.

There's silence for a moment and as usual you ruin it by letting the intrusive thoughts win, "There's no way any other woman is allowed to have this fat cock. It's mine now."

Eddie barks out a little laugh, looking up at you with this big dumb smile, rosy cheeks flushing even darker, "Yours if you want it, sweetheart."

You lean down with hands on either side of his face to pull him in for a kiss, giggling and smiling against his lips whilst his softening cock slips out of you.

(i was gonna do a taglist but for some reason the tags wouldn't work send help - i hope everyone who wanted to find this does!!)

[bbyquokka]

：💦 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : we're just friends

➥ pairings: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

➥ genre: non-idol!au | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: Changbin confesses something to you - so, you want a taste of him.

➥ warnings: smut | penetration | cock warming | oral [male receive] | fingering | unprotected sex | public sex | reader and Changbin are just friends | explicit language | mentions of exercise | a lil bit of anal play | pet name [doll]

➥ words: 3.8k

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➥ tags: @lix-ables | @sstarryoong | @ipegchangbin | @chaneomma | @purple-belle | @critssq | if you wish to be tagged in this mini series, lemme know!

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"Are you ready to leave?" Changbin asks whilst swinging his exercise duffle bag over his shoulder. You nod, grabbing your own bag and water bottle.

"Ready! Please don't kill my legs today Binnie. I would like to be able to walk for at least 5 minutes." Changbin laughs softly before ruffling your hair to which you pouted at whilst shooing his hand away.  

"Binnie! I only just managed to get my hair reasonably neat. Now I have to redo it." 

"Why? Your hair is going to get messy anyways whilst we are there." He states whilst putting on a black cap that concealed his curls. 

"True, but still." You pout, walking out of his apartment.

"Why do you want to look so good anyways? It's the gym. No one cares what you look like. People are too consumed with their routines." Changbin follows after you, closing the door behind and locking it. He places his house keys into his bag before pulling out his car keys.

"I know but you never know when someone attractive will walk in." You wiggle your brows playful. Changbin rolls his eyes playful, sighing.

"You're there to work out, not to chat up a stranger."

"Oh please, Binnie. Like you haven't done that before." You scoff, following him to his car.

"I have no idea what you mean, doll." 

"Don't think I don't see you Binnie. I see you checking out some of the females there. Your eyes practically pop out off their sockets." 

"I'm just admiring their techniques, that's all." Changbin said with a shrug to which you rolled your eyes at.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say, Binnie. When was the last time you got laid?" You playfully asked before getting into the passenger's side of his car. Changbin threw his bag in the back seat before getting into the driver's side.

"Why do you ask? Wanna taste?" Changbin smirks, looking at you. You blush a deep shade of red, his response catching you off guard.

"N-no! it's just, you act so desperately. You need to get your cock sucked Binnie. It's been way too long." 

"Don't worry doll. You'll be the first person I'll be contacting when I want my cock sucked." You scoff, slapping his biceps. Changbin laughs before driving to the gym.

"Asshole." You mutter. 

During your work out session, you couldn't stop thinking about Changbin's response earlier. You knew he was just teasing you, this is just something that happens between you both all the time.

You never thought much of it or what he says in general, for that matter. He would always flirt with you, be a little suggestive and playful. He's your closest best friend so you thought nothing of it, just two friends of the opposite sex flirting. Surely nothing was going to happen, right?

That's what you naively thought, until that fateful day that practically turned your life upside down. You stayed over at Changbin's place, it was Halloween and seeing as your little friend circle was not doing anything – because of real life – you two decided to take it upon yourselves and binge watch scary movies.

It was Changbin's idea. Why? You have no idea considering he's a big scaredy cat when it comes to horror films. He would jump at nothing, which ultimately made you jump. You'd whine, laugh, tease him. He'd cling to your arm like a baby koala, tears prickling his lower lash line. "this shit wasn't even scary." he'd sniff once the movie ended.

After the fourth movie, you both decided to call it a night. You slept in the spare bedroom. You always kept spare clothing and toiletries over for when you slept over, it was just natural. No big deal.

You awoke after Changbin the next morning, hearing the shower running when you approached the bathroom door. Deciding on having breakfast and trying to somewhat wake up, you made toast and OJ, sitting on the sofa whilst watching morning TV.

You knew Changbin worked out. You could feel his pecs and biceps every time you hugged one another. You find him very attractive but that was it, that's all you ever thought. Until he came out off the bathroom, towel around his waist with a toothbrush in hand, moving it up and down as the bristles cleaned his teeth.

His body was still wet, the ends of his curls dripping with water. You felt heat radiating to your cheeks, struggling to look away. You didn't want to think dirty of him but you couldn't help it – he looked too delicious.

Since then, you haven't been the same. What used to be innocent, flirty banter was not anymore, well, to you at least. It always managed to make you blush and feel some sort of desire. It made you crave what you couldn't have.

"Hey doll. You almost finished your reps?" Changbin's voice bringing you out of your train of thoughts. You had been mindlessly repping your bi-curls whilst staring at your reflection. You look up at Changbin, biting your bottom lip softly as you place your dumbbells down. He wipes away his sweat from his forehead with a cloth, his biceps contracting as his arm bent.

For some reason, he decided to go against his usual attire of black t-shirt and shorts and opted to wear a vest instead. His veins protruding up his arm, muscles and broad shoulders on full display for all to see. The vest wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either meaning you could see how defined his pecs are.

"U-Uh yeah. I finished them just now." You smile, grabbing your water and downing it to moisten your dry throat.

"Great! Then, let's do some barbell squats! Let's work on that ass." Changbin winks. You roll your eyes, putting away your dumbbells before following him.

"Please. My ass is fine." 

Changbin hums, looking behind you and at your ass. He raises a brow as he checks it out, making you blush and slap his bicep.

"Oi! Eyes to yourself, Mr." 

"I was just looking, besides, you're right. Your ass does look fine." Changbin wiggles his brows, suggestively and playfully. 

"You're such a flirt, it's unreal! Please go get laid so I don't have to listen to any more of your cheesy flirting." You whine, kicking your head back.

"You love it doll. You even respond back so it can't be that bad." He spoke, setting up the barbell with the weights you use.

"Mhm. You're right, it's not terrible. But still, go get your dick sucked or something. I'm surprised you haven't busted a nut yet." You smirk, positioning yourself with the barbell resting on your back, just below your shoulder blades.

"Believe me doll, with you around, I have." You blink a few times, gripping onto the bar. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You lifted the bar off its support rack, taking a few steps back and parting your legs to squat, Changbin stood behind you in case you need that extra push.

"Mhm, let's just say after we work out, I go home and do a little bit more." 

"Elaborate." You squat down, holding for a few seconds before pushing up again, counting in your head. Changbin mimicked your movements, arms extended out to your sides to support you in case you needed it.

"What I mean is, I go home and jerk off in the shower because of you." Your heart rate sped up, thumping hard against your chest. You stumble, almost losing your grip on the bar. Changbin was quick to catch it, helping you rest it against the support frame.

"B-because of me?" You whispered, looking up at him. A smirk plastered on his lips as he bent down to your height, lips inches away from yours. You swallow thickly, feeling dizzy. He moves from your lips to your ear, ghosting them across the shell.

"Because of you. Standing behind you whilst you do all these moves, gets to me y'know. Plus, your ass is always inches away from my crotch and that doesn't help me either."

"B-Binnie–" Your words are shaky. You could no longer hide the desire that has built up for him over time – not after he has just confessed to masturbating to you. 

"Sorry doll. Was that too much?" Changbin pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks to the side sheepishly. You grab his vest, a pink tint on cheeks. 

"Binnie. I want a taste." 

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"Doll, are you sure?" Changbin mumbles against your lips. His back pressed against the cubicle door of the gym toilets, your body's pressed flush against each other. Changbin held your hips as your hands were traveling up and down his pecs and abs.

"I've never been so sure in my life, Binnie." Changbin groans, deepening the kiss. His tongue sliding into your mouth. You whimper softly, clinging onto his vest as your tongues meet for a battle of dominance. Changbin's hands glide down your hips to your ass, gripping and massaging it through your workout leggings.

You lost the battle which allows Changbin to freely explore the inside of your mouth. He left no space untouched as he pulled you closer to his body by your ass. The lack of oxygen plus the growing desire makes you feel dizzy. You can't believe you're making out with your best friend and it feels – natural.

"Binnie…" You shakily whisper when you finally parted for air. 

"Why does this feel so good and so natural." He mumbles before kissing your lips again, this time, in a much more passionate, yet sloppy and needy kiss. Lust pooling in the pit of your stomach, clit throbbing. You could feel your slick coating the material of your cotton panties, sticking to your lips.

Changbin moves away from your lips, ghosting them down your neck. You whimper softly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more room for him to lick and nip at your skin. The salty taste from your sweat coats his taste buds to which he hums at. His teeth sinking into your skin, not too harsh but not too soft either, just enough to leave a mark.

He starts to suck the skin, decorating your neck with purple bruises. His hands moving from your ass to your breast, cupping and squeezing them. You moan softly as you slid your hands down his body to cup his clothed boner.

You ghost your fingers up and down his length, getting a layout of his size and girth. You hum softly, many thoughts running through your mind. He felt average in size but what he lacks in size, he has in girth. He felt thick, thick to the point where you thought for a second whether he would fit.

"Binnie. Are we going to, y'know..?" You trail off, blushing softly as Changbin looks at you. He strokes your pink cheeks softly, his gaze soft.

"Only if you want to doll. I won't force you. we can happily stop here and things will be okay between us." 

"No! I want this." You spoke eagerly. Changbin smirks at your eagerness, leaning in and sucking your earlobe softly.

"Then, you know what to do, doll." 

You hum, slowly crouching down until you are eye level with Changbin's boner. You maintain eye contact with him as you palm him slowly. His head tilts to the side as he lets out soft grunts.

Grabbing the waistband of his workout shorts and underwear, you slowly pull them down his thighs. Your eyes widen a little as his cock sprung free – you were correct, he is thick.

You eye his length up and down slowly, taking in every detail. From his neatly trimmed hair to the veins protruding along the sides, you didn't think a cock could look so pretty yet here you are, face to face with one. 

"Are you just going to stare or–?" Changbin laughs softly as you blush, looking up at him.

"No, it's just… It looks so pretty." Changbin blushes softly, clearing his throat to show he didn't feel embarrassed

"U-Uh, thanks doll." You hum as a response, wrapping your fingers around the base. Your fingers could barely wrap all the way around and Changbin noticed this. You look so small and it made him excited – giddy. His cock twitching in your hand, making you giggle softly. 

"Cute." You whisper before licking your lips. You gather up some of your saliva, letting it pool on your tongue before sticking it out and spitting on Changbin's tip. He softly groans, watching your saliva drop and pool on his tip. 

You press the palm of your hand against his tip, rubbing it softly to spread your saliva before wrapping your fingers around him again, tugging at his length at a slow and steady pace.

"Mhm.. That feels good doll." Changbin softly moans.

"Yeah?" You grin, feeling a little more confident. Changbin nods slowly, his tongue darting out to moisten his dry lips. You rotate your wrists with each tug, Changbin's moans increasing in decibels. You stuck your tongue out, pressing it flat against his tip. His salty pre-cum coats your taste buds as you kitten lick.

"A-Ah, shit." Changbin pants softly. You wrap your lips around him, sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. Feeling a little more confident, you stop stroking him as you flatten your tongue.

You close your eyes slowly, pushing more of his length inside your mouth. The corners of your mouth stretched, your tongue caressing the underside of his length. Changbin let out laboured breaths as he watches his cock disappearing slowly. You manage to take a little over half of his length before bobbing your head.

You wrap your tongue around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck. Changbin reaches down to hold your head gently, feeling himself getting immersed in the feeling of your warm mouth. Excess saliva started to pool in your mouth, spilling from the corners and down your chin slowly. With your free hand, you cup his balls, caressing and massaging them softly.

You pull away slowly, panting and swallowing your saliva whilst lazily tugging his length. Changbin could feel himself slowly losing his composure, the air between you both was thick with lust and need that had been building up overtime.

"C'mere doll." You giggle softly, standing up straight. "Let me take care of you." 

He grabs the waistband of your leggings, looking at you for permission to which you grant with a single nod. He pulls down your leggings to your calves, cupping your clothed pussy.

Your hips bucked in his hands, his nimble fingers stroking up and down your slit through the cotton. You swallow thickly, holding onto his biceps for stability. You part your legs as wide as you could. Changbin hummed as he felt the growing wet patch.

"Did it feel good to suck my dick, doll?" He coos. You blush, nodding slowly. He pulls down your panties slowly letting them meet with your leggings. You shiver as the cold air hits your skin, your essence coating your lips.

Changbin slowly glides two fingers up and down your slit, spreading your lips and juices. With your essence coating his fingers, he gently presses the pad of his fingers against your clit, stroking slow circles using your slick as lubricant.

You softly pant, pleasure coursing through your veins, making you feel weak and dizzy. Changbin kisses your lips softly, his skilful fingers working magic on your clit.

"B-Binnie." You splutter through laboured pants.

"Good?" 

"S-So good." You bury your face into the crook of his neck, his free hand holding your waist gently to stabilize you. The finger he was using to rub your clit, travels down to your entrance. He slowly circles around it before inserting his finger inside. You groan at the feeling, your walls welcoming him.

He pushes his fingers in, stopping at the first knuckle. He curls it against your walls as he thrusted at a steady pace. You moan against his skin, biting it gently, unsure of what to do with yourself – it just felt too good!

Once confident enough that you were getting accustomed, Changbin adds in a second. He scissored you out, stretching and widening you for something much thicker. He pushes his fingers all the way inside, making sure to curl them against your warm and soft walls. His fingers brushing against your sweet spot, making you moan loudly.

"Shh, doll. Remember where we are." He laughed. You blush a deep red, suddenly remember that you are still in a public restroom and that anyone could walk in at any given moment.

"Sorry. It just feels too good." 

"Think you're ready for something bigger and thicker doll?" You look up at him with your glossy, doll eyes. You hum, nodding slowly before pressing your lips against his.

"I'm ready." Changbin nods, pulling his fingers out of you. 

"Then, let's switch places. Hands on the door, hips out." He instructs. You both shifted around each other awkwardly, laughing as you got into your positions.

"It's so small." Changbin chuckles, positioning himself behind you.

"Yeah, well, cubicles are not made for two people to have sex in, Binnie." You laugh.

"Fair point." He grabs the base of his cock, tugging it a few times before realizing. "Wait. I don't have anything.." 

"Oh! it's ok. You can go in raw." 

"U-Uh really?"

"I'm on birth control." You whisper, feeling shy over something that's natural to be on. Maybe it was because you're stating it to your best friend, the man centre of your many desires. You've dreamt of this for so long, wondering how he would fuck you and now, it was finally going to come true.

"O-Oh." Changbin splutters, feeling flustered.

"Just, hurry Binnie. I've wanted you for so long." You mewled, swaying your hips side to side. Changbin groans softly, gliding his tip up and down your slit before circling it around your entrance. Pre-cum and slick mixing together.

Changbin slowly pushes himself inside you, his thick cock stretching you making you whimper at the stinging sensation. He strokes your ass softly, pushing slowly to not hurt you. When half of his length was inside, he stayed still as to let you get used to his size – although keeping still became harder and harder the longer time went on.

Your warmth and wetness. How soft and squishy your walls felt. How your cunt welcomed him – it was too much for him. He had to squeeze your ass to stop himself from moving his hips involuntarily. You groan at the feeling of feeling full, your pussy feeling stretched out.

You push your hips back slowly, ultimately fucking Changbin. His eyes widen as he watched you. He leant back a little, placing a hand on your ass as he spread it. He watches his cock disappearing into your tight hole, soft moans falling past your lips.

"Damn y/n. you fuck cock really good." Changbin groans. His compliment only made you shiver and feel some sort of accomplishment. It made you feel good knowing that you were able to make him feel just as good as you were.

Changbin held onto your hips to stop your movements, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"That was cute and all, but let me take over." He purred. A tingle ran down your spine as you mewl, slowly closing your eyes. Standing straight, Changbin started off with languid thrusts, slowly and deep. His cock stroking your walls deliciously.

He wants to take his time with you, milk out every cry and moan you have to offer. Just like you, he too, has also been dreaming of this for so long. You're both a match made in heaven. He hasn't met someone like you before, someone who is so kind and considerate and is able to take his flirtatious manor as well as reciprocate it, plus, you're the most gorgeous person he has ever laid eyes one

It's only natural for him to want you. That's probably why it feels so natural to you both. You thought it would be awkward, shy, however, once Changbin dragged you inside the cubicles, your lips were instantly on each other, the willpower snapping for you both.

"Binnie… more!" You shakily moan out. A grunt from behind was heard as Changbin picks up the pace. His hips slapping against yours, your ass cheeks rippling with each snap of his hips. Changbin couldn't pull his gaze away from the way your ass ripples with each snap. He couldn't help himself but to circle your rim with his thumb  before slowly pushing it in.

You groan at the new found feeling, feeling even fuller from Changbin's actions. You felt your essence spilling down Changbin's cock, his groans and grunts increasing in decibels.

"C-Chang.. Binnie." You cry out, his tip constantly rubbing against your g-spot. "P-Please don't s-stop!!"

"Don't worry doll, I don't plan on it. I've wanted this – want you for so long, why would I stop now?" Changbin spoke in-between his laboured breathing.

"M-Me too… fuck! Good, so fucking good!" Your lewd cries mixed in with the wet sounds and skin slapping, echoed in the public bathroom, making them sound even more lewd than what they should be.

Changbin's movements came to a standstill, your eyes widening in horror as you hear someone walk into the cubicle next to you. You swallow hard, looking over your shoulder at a flustered looking Changbin, who was struggling to steady his breathing.

His cock was still deep inside you, tip nudging against your g-spot. Your heart thumping hard against your chest as your walls involuntarily contacted around Changbin's length, keeping him still and close. He had to put a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan, his eyes pleading and brows furrowed together as he struggled to keep it together. Beads of sweat ran down his temples falling from his sharp chin.

"Doll, I can't." He softly whimpers, voice straining. He's slowly breaking. The longer he's stationary, the longer he feels your warmth and your juices dripping down his cock – the more he breaks.

"Y-You have to!" Your hands balled up into fists against the cubicle door, sweat evident on your body. Your baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck.

"Doll. I'm dead serious, I'm going to break. I can't– you feel so good!"

A desperate man willing to risk it all.

"Binnie, w-wa–" Your words cut short when Changbin resumes his thrusts, this time, they are more powerful, fueled with the thought that you could possibly get caught – all the person had to do was look down and see two pairs of shoes in a compromising position.

"Changbin, w-what are– wait, P-Please!" You cry out. Changbin's hand flew over your mouth, muffling your cries and moans. You grip onto his hand, nails digging into his skin. 

"I'm sorry doll. I can't help myself. You feel too good around me! So soft, so warm and so wet. The longer I stay, the more I thrust, you get wetter and wetter. I can feel your juices dripping down my cock – you feel heavenly around me, doll."

[ddejavvu]

hi hi hi can i please request a dealer!remus x reader where the reader only smokes weed but doesn’t do any drugs. and she’s at a party and one of his friends tricks her into smoking weed that’s laced with something and she is like really fucked up and is really scared and calls remus? maybe just like him being angry as fuck with the guy and then looking after her afterwards and it ending with cuddles? love u 🧡

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Baby," Remus tries to keep his voice calm despite the fact that he's frustrated, "Tell me again, please? I can't understand you very well. Just take your time, talk slow, okay?"

"Mm-hm." You whimper pitifully into the phone, "I- I saw someone smoking, jus' like you, and they offered me some. I re-" Your word shatters with a hiccup, "I remember you sayin' not to trust people. So I made sure I asked first if it was safe."

Something heavy and dull sinks in Remus's chest, "And what did they say?"

"'Said it was fine," You recounted, "But- but I didn't like it, Remmy, it didn't feel good. I- I think there's something wrong." Your legs are wobbly and you collapse onto the staircase you were trying to conquer, "I can't see straight, and-and my legs don't work, and I don't know what to do!"

You dissolve into sobs, and Remus is already pocketing his keys, intent on rescuing you from the party, and slitting someone's throat. He just hopes that whoever drugged you is still there, because if he doesn't get to exact justice for your naivety, he's sure he'll explode.

"Okay, baby, just stay calm please. Don't let anyone near you, okay? Wait for me somewhere safe, I'm coming to get you."

Remus definitely breaks speeding laws on the way over to the house party you've gone to, but he'd pay a thousand fines just to get you home safely. He bursts through the door in a commotion akin to an action movie, but no one's attention is on him as the party rages forward. He spots you immediately, crumpled on the lower steps of a staircase, your shoulders shaking as your head is buried in your knees. He rushes for you, making sure to announce his presence before touching you.

"Y/N," He taps your shoulder gently, "Y/N, it's me, it's Remus. We're gonna go to the hospital, okay? I've gotta make sure you're alright."

"The hospital?" Your voice quivers along with your lips, and Remus hates causing its tremble, "I- I don't wanna go to the hospital, Remus! That's scary."

"I'll be there the whole time." He soothes you, helping you to your feet and catching you around the waist when you threaten to fall, "But we gotta go, bug, just to be safe."

"Okay," You whimper miserably, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks, "Remus, carry me?"

He tells himself he's only giving in because you're unstable, but he knows he'd carry you to the ends of the earth any day if you asked him to. He nods, hoisting you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his neck, "Do you remember who it was?"

You point at a mousy brunette that sits on a couch opposite the door, though he doesn't catch your gesture. Remus commits the face to memory, hellbent on exacting revenge, "Good job remembering, baby, that'll help."

"Help?"

"I'm gonna.. tell him off."

"With your fists?" Even delirious, you know Remus too well.

"Maybe," Remus mumbles, throwing the door open again and rushing to the car, eager to get you to the ER, "'S not important, baby, just sit still."

He straps you in and tries to step back, but you catch his wrist with an adorably concentrated expression on your face.

"Violence is never the answer, Remus." You scold, your eyes slightly drifting out of focus, "Don't hit him."

"Okay." Remus placates you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, "Okay, bug, I won't hit him."

"Thanks." You grin up at Remus, and if he wasn't so worried about your safety, the expression would have melted him. You let go of his wrist, twisting in your seat to recline against the headrest "Now c'mon Remmy, take me to the doctors."

[eddiemsbitch]

Eddie meets the parents, that’s all.

Fucking love it.

Dinner and some cuddling ;) - Eddie x reader

Summary: you had been with Eddie for a month or two now, only now taking it upon yourself to introduce him to your parents

warnings: None :) just pure fluff baby

Growing up you were never social, and going into high school just made it so much worse, but after your younger brother had told your mom during dinner about you being in a relationship she stopped worrying about your social life so much. Since that you made sure to keep your voice very low whenever you talked to the secret lover boy. Holly, your youngest sister, flopped on your bed looking at you smiling "So, tell me about your date" She smiled resting a hand on her cheek smiling at you "Well...We went to his house...and..watched scary movies while he taught me about the game he plays" You explained picking up your six year old sister "Why won't you tell sissy who it is?" she asked tilting her head almost like she was reciting a script, you laughed shaking your head "Did Nancy put you up to this?" You asked scurrying her off back to her room as you walked down the stairs smiling at your parents "Can I go see my boyfriend? I wanna invite him to dinner if that's okay?" You asked holding onto the doorknob smiling towards your dad knowing if you tried hard enough he'd fold "You can't call him?" Karen, your mother asked, turning around on the couch smiling "You're really gonna let us meet this mysterious guy?" She asked excitedly "Took long enough" Ted, your father commented "Fine" You pouted going to the landline dialing Eddie's number patiently waiting for somebody to answer "Munson resident, this is Wayne" Eddie's uncle's voice came through the phone after a moment of silence "Hi Wayne, It's Y/n Wheeler..Is Eddie there?" You asked picking at your nails "Hey sweetheart, Yea hold on one moment and I'll get him on" He replied before you heard him set down the phone and go to find Eddie. "Can I help you?" Eddie's harsh tone rang through the phone "What is so important you had to bother your dungeon master, Wheeler?" He sassed making you giggle "Okay, big guy..wrong Wheeler" You said through your giggles "Oh shit, I-I'm sorry baby, that was embarrassing" He muttered "What's up?" He asked after a moment "It was cute..but..I called to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner..meet my parents as my boyfriend not my little brother's much older friend?" You offered nervously, Now Mike didn't hear the full conversation, but once he heard little brother and much older friend he immedietly ran to Nancy "I think y/n's dating Steve!" He whisper yelled.

As you hung up the phone you walked into the kitchen smiling "He said he will be here, just..promise to protect me from Mike?" You asked looking towards your parents, they looked at each other then you confused as hell before nodding unsure. You sat hiding in the living room until you heard a loud knock, you heard your siblings start to race downstairs, Nancy yelling if it was who she thought it was she'd kill you. As you got to the door you blocked it from your brother and sister's grabby hands "Back up! He doesn't need you to scare him" You said crossing your arms before you started to open the door "Steve!" Nancy yelled, only to be met with Eddie giving her a bitch face "Eddie!?" Mike yelled looking at him then you then back to him as your boyfriend walked into the house smiling. Eddie was wearing the nicest clothes he owned, his hair brushed and pulled back out of his face "Mr, Mrs. Wheeler" Eddie smiled looking at them nervously ignoring your siblings for now "Eddie....It's..nice..to see you again" Karen said before looking at you mouthing 'can I speak with you' before leaving to the kitchen, you frowned following her in looking at her "Do..do you not like him..?" You asked nervously, your face falling into a natural pout "Well...I haven't really heard good things about him, Y/n..I'm just worried about my little girl" She explained starting to grab the bowls of sides "Mom..Eddie has been nothing but a gentleman to me since I met him..you've seen how he protects Mike, Dustin, and Lucas..He's a big softie who always get the crap end of the stick" You said looking at her huffing as you grabbed the pan of lasagna helping your mom carry the food out, Nancy was helping Holly into her seat while your dad sat at the table "Where's Mike and Eddie?" You asked looking at the three "They went upstairs for a second" Nancy said her demeanor changing after finding out you weren't dating her ex/crush.

Mike paced his room looking at his friend "Is this some sort of payback because we got Erica to play with us last night? like any girl ever! and you pick my sister!?" He yelled looking at Eddie in shock "seriously Wheeler? You think I'm like that? For the record I've been with your sister for two months now, we've been hooking up since I met you, kid" Eddie said leaving the room and back downstairs to eat "There you are..I got worried" You whispered walking up to him flattening out his vest and jacket, he chuckled looking at you holding your sides gently "Worried about little ole me?" Eddie teased smiling sitting down next to you at the table watching your family say grace before starting to eat. You could feel the glances from your parents and brother as you ate, you held one arm under the table holding Eddie's hand tightly, resting them both on his leg to keep it from bouncing and hitting the table. "So. Eddie, what do you do for work?" Ted asked raising an eyebrow towards your boyfriend, You squeezed his hand smiling "I-I'm working on my music c-career, sir, I have a band, I play lead guitarist" He replied gulping as your dad nodded "What're you planning on doing after school?" Your mom butted in, Eddie shrunk a bit, school was a sensitive topic for him and anybody who knew him knew that. "I hope..I hope to get into college for musical arts" He said setting his fork down to try and hide his nervousness "I can respect a man who follows what he wants" Your dad said smiling towards him, Eddie chuckled smiling at your dad then you "Do you still plan on playing the one demonic game, I read that it'll make you confused with game and reality?" You mother asked, you could see Eddie's eye twitch wanting to yell about how it was fake news and just bullshit media but he took a deep breath smiling "W-With all due respect Mrs. Wheeler, Dungeons and Dragons is nothing more than that, just a game, no demonic summoning or real life murder, I would never let either one of your children get involved with that" Eddie said looking at you then Mike as he explained, you smiled at him kissing his cheek as a sign of support.

Dinner went smoothly after that, a couple questions here and there about where Eddie stays and when he'll get his own place "Can I stay with Eddie tonight..Please?" You whispered to your mom while she was washing the dishes from dinner "I suppose..but no funny business. I'm serious, Y/n.." She warned before you rushed outside to Eddie's van before he could leave "Woah! What're you doin, crazy ass I could've hit you!" Eddie laughed looking at you as you climbed into his passenger seat "I wanna stay with you.." You smiled kissing him softly before he pulled out into the road "You did awesome tonight..I think they finally see you as a respectable person" You explained pulling away from his lips watching him pout playfully "They didn't before?" He asked teasingly as he drove towards his trailer "Seriously..and seeing you dress up nice for them..and watching you play with Holly...it was really cute..and it means alot to me" You smiled leaning against him carefully so he'd still be able to drive.

Whenever you got back to Eddie's trailer you went straight to his room pulling off your dress "Babbby! I need clothes!" You shouted, knowing Wayne had to of already left for work by now, Eddie rushed in taking in your half naked state, he smiled going to his dresser pulling out a pair of his sweatpants handing them to you "M'lady" He whispered "I need a shirt..what if I'm still sleeping when your uncle gets back?" You asked grabbing his hands loosely "Well...good thing..I'm not using this one" Eddie smiled pulling off his coat and vest before pulling off his hellfire t-shirt that was worn backwards "I had no clean white shirts.." He defended watching you flip the shirt around pulling it on over your head, then pulling on the pants "Do you need anything before we lay down?" He asked crawling into his bed hovering over you as he pecked your lips, rolling over next to you Eddie pulled the covers over you "I think I'm good..just want you to lay with me" You smiled feeling his bare chest press against your back "I love you y/n/n.." He whispered kissing your forehead "And I'm gonna bring you all the way to the top with me" Eddie added on, chuckling to himself whenever he realized he was talking to somebody who was already asleep, cuddling his arm that was wrapped around their waist.

[isagisyoichi]

PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

[amimimi]

nightmares ; kyan reki

synopsis: in which Reki wakes up from a nightmare and you help him through the aftermath (take place after episode 7)

genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a fluffy ending

warnings: nightmares, panic attack, swearing,

word count: 2.5k

notes: this is sad af IM SORRY. i thought of this scenario when episode 7 dropped but I didn’t write it until recently. i'm going to do a part 2 to this post episode 11 and i promiseee it'll be a lot happier. I apologize in advance for spelling/grammatical errors.

it should’ve been movie night.

you should’ve been wrapped in reki’s arm watching pirates of the caribbean or some other corny movie, simply for the purpose of having not to exert any brain energy.

and you should’ve definitely been teasing reki by smacking noisy kisses on his face or blowing raspberries at the base of his neck.

but alas, it’s nearly midnight and you’re not doing any of aforementioned activities you should’ve been doing. instead, you’re finishing up a paper for your literature class due the next morning. reki, being the supportive boyfriend he was, offered to come over with snacks anyways to offer your moral support. “I gotta hold you accountable, babe!” reki grinned, squeezing your cheeks with both his hands.

that was nearly four hours ago.

currently, you’re furiously typing away at your paper with your legs stretched out in front of you. you were on your conclusion, trying to wrap up whatever you had written. your boyfriend is softly snoring beside you on your bed. he’s facing you, laying on his side with one hand resting on your lower thigh.

you paused from typing upon hearing reki sigh in his sleep. your heart swells and you have to hold back the urge to coo at the sight of reki drooling slightly onto one of your plushies. biting back a giggle, you set your laptop aside and snatch your phone off your bedside table.

after snapping four or so pictures, you notice reki’s brow is slightly furrowed. you still - thinking that you may have waken him up from shifting too much, until his brow furrows deeper and whimpers. your confusion morphs into concern and you realize that reki is having a nightmare.

shit. should you wake him? were you supposed to wake people from nightmares? you were sure you heard it makes it worse. or was that sleeping walking?

suddenly, reki’s eyes, bloodshot with sleep, flutter open as he rouses from whatever miserable dream he was having.

“reki?” you ask hesitantly as he struggles to sit up. he’s taking sloppy breaths, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. “reki, are you okay?”

you feel your heart drop into your stomach when you see a mixture of confusion and terror in reki’s eyes. his breathing is now bordering on erratic but he manages to wave you away with his hand. “M’fine, m’fine!” he assured you, though his voice is slightly shaking. “you can go back to sleep, sorry to wake you”

you frown. “reki, i wasn’t sleeping. i was writing my essay, remember?”

he just stares at you with an unreadable expression. you want to reach out and touch him—or hold him or something, but you stop yourself. you’re afraid you might make whatever it is worse.

“reki, are you sure you’re alright—?”

but he’s already climbing off your bed, his movements frantic and unsteady. you hear him choke out “just gotta go to the bathroom” between barely audible pants. and before you have time to respond, the bathroom door down the hall shuts but you don’t hear the click of the lock.

with that, you’re left sitting alone in your room. you blink a couple times before hesitantly throwing your legs over the side of the bed. there was no way in hell he was okay and you knew that. never once have you seen him shaken up— so panicked like that. the look in Reki’s eyes and the tremble in his voice was enough to activate the urge to protect. but you were also scared. scared of doing the wrong thing, of messing up and making it worse.

Sighing, you sit back on your bed and decide to give him 10 minutes to gather himself. if he needed your help, you reasoned with yourself, he would’ve asked...

...would reki have asked for help?

knowing the answer to that question, you hauled yourself off your bed and tip-toed out of your room. the house was silent, save for the soft pattering of your footsteps and your parents' soft snores wafting over from their room. as you approach the bathroom as quietly as you can, the faint sound of reki gasping frantically become becomes more evident, and your heart breaks. it takes every ounce of willpower not to break the door down and you take a deep breath before softly knocking on the door.

"reki, baby?" you whisper, with your your lips almost pressed up against the door. reki doesn't answer, but he's still breathing erratically from behind the door and you wonder if he even heard you. “reki?”

no answer. wondering if reki even had the chance to lock the door, you gently twist the knobs and find that your suspicions were correct. you push the door slightly open and your heart shatters.

reki is visibly shaking where he stands in front of the mirror as he grips the edges of the sink, his knuckles white. still taking shuddering breaths, he hangs his head down, his hair plastered to his forehead, and eyes squeezed shut. he’s too absorbed in regaining control over his body to notice you had opened the door.

trying to keep the tremor out of your voice, you whisper his name to get his attention. “reki?”

he hears you this time. reki’s head snaps up so fast you swore you heard a crack. with glossy eyes, he looks up at the reflection of your face peeking in through the door. initially, confusion crosses his face, as though he forgot he was even in your house. however, confusion is quickly replaced with recognition, and his shoulders sag ever so slightly with relief.

“y/n?” reki croaks, and your lips upturn into a sad smile. he takes the sight of you in just a bit longer, deciding if he should be honest with you—if he should ask for your comfort. instead, he lets his head hang once more. “s-sorry, you can go back to bed. i’m fine”

“you don’t seem fine, baby”

reki doesn’t respond, neither conforming or denying your statement. biting your lip, you open the door wider but keeping from stepping in the bathroom. you want to make sure he’s okay, but you don’t want to infringe on his personal space.

“‘are you sick?” you gently question, watching a bead of sweat drip down his temple. his head still hanging, reki shakes his head. “no?”

“i—” reki is cut off by defeated sob and your heart strangles “i can’t calm down”.

something about his confession makes you feel like you’ve been kicked in the stomach. the only thing going through your mind is to protect, protect, protect, protect.

reki’s erratic breathing picks up again, and you step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

“okay, it’s going to be okay. i’m here”, you state as calmly as possible. “can i touch you?”

“y-yes” reki chokes out in between rapid breaths. with his consent, you step forward and gently place your hand to his back. his shirt is completely drenched in sweat, but you pay no attention as you rub small circles into reki’s back.

"you're going to be okay, i promise" you try to convince him, but he shakes his head.

"'feels like i'm dying", he says between harsh pants. a small frown forms on your face and you reach over to brush his hair out of his face.

"you're not, reki. you're having a panic attack and i know it feels really scary, but it'll pass" you tell him, trying to keep your voice firm. it devastated you to see him so distressed and you would've switched places with him in a heart beat if you could. "you're safe, i won't let anything happen to you, i promise"

you're not sure if reki believed you, but you meant it. reki was easily one of the most loving person you knew. he poured his heart into you making sure you always felt safe and heard. and not only for you, but for everyone he loved. you recalled many instances of reki grabbing and squeezing your hand in large crowds, ordering food for you whenever you felt shy. and if you had a big exam you were stressing about, he'd bring you breakfast and walk you into your class. reki was your rock so many times before, you wanted to be his now and forever.

reki suddenly jolts and you're snatched out of your train of thought. “'m so dizzy...” reki slurs, with his eyes squeezed shut.

“i know, baby”, you murmur, concerned that he wasn't breathing properly. “can you take a couple deep breaths with me?”

reki hesitates before giving a low sob, “i don’t know if i can"

"you can, reki. i'll do it with you, okay, love?" you soothe as you continue to rub his back. "breathe in through your nose-"

you take an exaggerated breath in through your nose for demonstration, and reki shakily breaths in. "good, you're doing good. and out through your mouth"

reki lets his breath out with a whoosh, and the heaviness in your chest dissipates just a little. "that's it, baby, you're doing so great" you coo. "now breathe in again for four second and out for four seconds. i'll count for you"

reki continues to take measured breaths in time to you counting and your hand doesn't once stray from his back. every now and then, you dab some sweat off his face with the sleeve of your sweater. you make sure to encourage him between breaths, to let him know you're not leaving. this continues on for a couple minutes until reki is able to take measured breaths on his own, without you counting. you never once stop rubbing his back. he's still trembling, but he seems to have calmed down a little.

“do you wanna sit down, maybe?” you’re eyeing the death grip he has on the edges of the sink to support himself up. the last thing you want is for him to collapse and potentially hurt himself. he nods his head, not opening his eyes. "bathroom or my bedroom?"

"bedroom" reki croaks, his voice sounding shot to hell. slowly, his teary eyes flutter open and he turns around to you, still gripping onto the sink. you both lock eyes and your heart bursts with love—like springtime erupted inside your chest.

"i'm so proud of you, reki" you whisper, stroking his face lovingly. he blinks at you before his bottom lip begins to quiver. for a second, you think he's gonna burst into tears but he only sighs shakily and leans into your hand. "come on, let's get you laid up and comfy"

•••

by the time reki is changed out of his sweaty shirt (he declined to take a shower, promising he'd wake up tomorrow to do so) and laid in your bed, he'd gotten through the worst of his panic attack. you had given him the snacks he had brought for you at the beginning of the night, prompting him to eat get rid of the shakiness.

now, reki was sat up in your bed, still donning the care bear blanket you draped over him and munching on a chocolate bar. he watched as you completed your skincare routine in front of your mirror. occasionally, you would glance over at him and smile reassuringly, to which he would tiredly smile back.

rubbing your moisturizer in, you make your way over to where reki is laid up on the bed. he's still chewing his chocolate bar, watching as you climb on the bed and pull yourself over to where he is laying. grinning softly, you tuck your feet under you and tuck a strand of hair behind reki's ear. he instantly nuzzles into your palm and oh, does your heart get soft.

"how do you feel?" you ask, your eyes scanning his face. the color has returned to his face, but his lips are chapped and his eyes are considerably sunken. "did you drink the water like i asked?"

"i'm feeling better and yes, i did" reki playfully retorts, sticking his tongue out at you. you purse your lips to one side and pinch his cheek, drawing a whine out of him.

"reki, look up at me real quick," you frown, holding his chin with your hand. reki momentarily forgets his chocolate bar and looks up at you, confused. you lean down and kiss him, staying like that for a couple seconds before you pull back with a grin. "there! all better!"

"was that supposed to be my get better kiss?" reki asks, his lips quirking with an amused smile.

"kinda? your lips were chapped so i wanted to give you some of my lip masque", you answer. reki rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the slight blush on his cheek. you giggle before reki wraps his arm around your shoulders and tugging you towards his chest. he grabs your nose with two of his fingers and you squeal with delight.

"what the hell is a lip masque?" he questions incredulously as you remove his hand from off your nose. you can't help the series of laughs that erupt from your chest. "oh my gosh, y/n, shhh! your parents will hear you!"

reki tries in vain to shush you, but he's giggling too, albeit a lot more quietly than you. when you manage to catch your breath, you pull yourself from reki’s grasp and sit up in front of him. the both of you smile softly at each other.

you wondered if you should ask him about his nightmare from before, although you had a feeling where this was stemming from. he seemed on edge—distant even, since the beef with adam. you remembered how distressed he was in the days leading up to the beef between adam and langa.

reki was still in a fragile state, you didn’t want to risk asking him about it so soon. maybe tomorrow? the day after that?

reki’s smile faltered. “you okay?” he asks quietly, bringing his hand up to your face. you blink, realizing that you weren’t doing such a great job of concealing your thoughts.

you sigh contentedly, twisting your head to kiss the palm of reki’s hands before placing your own hand over his.

“yes, i just—” you pause. “i just love you so much”

reki giggled and wow, was it the purest sound you’ve ever heard. he leans in and kisses you like you’re the most precious being in the world. “i love you too”, he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. you both stay like that, until reki yawns into your face.

“you need to rest, sweetheart”

reki frowns as you lay down, pulling him along with you. “but i am resting” he protests, stifling another yawn.

“i meant sleep” you reply, readjusting the carebear blanket around his shoulders. he tenses in your arms, but you press your lips against his forehead. “i’ll be here, i won’t leave. and i won’t let anything happen to you”

the tension in reki’s body eases and he sighs, nuzzling into your chest. “i love you...” he slurs, eyes already half shut.

“i love you” you whisper, fighting off sleep yourself. you waited until reki’s breathing deepened—the tell-tale sign of sleep, before you let yourself drift off too.

notes: this was long as hell, part ii will be way more happier and wayyy shorter.

[ambivalent-anarchy]

You've Got Moves (Part 2)

Masterlist

Part 1

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

A/N: Better late than never, right?😂😂 (wow 2 fics in one week that's crazyyy) Also I put one of my favorite comedy tiktoks in the dialogue soooooo oops? Also Harry and Ned are wingmen who share one brain cell and I like it that way

I might make one more part to this but idk

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It took 7 months for Peter to ask you out.

It took the time for MJ and Asher to become a couple, homecoming to go by, MJ and Asher to break up, winter formal, midterm exams, MJ and Asher to get back together, and Christmas to go before Peter Parker gathered the guts to even consider thinking about asking you out.

Scared wasn't even the word for it.

Harry Osborn, the new transfer student, laughed at how nervous Peter was at lunch. "Asking girls out is easy, Peter. I do it all the time!"

"You say it like it's the simplest thing on earth," Peter dreaded, to which Harry shrugged.

"Because it is! You just ask. How is it that I've only been at this school for 2 months and I've had more chicks than both you and Ned combined?"

"Hooking up is not a hobby of mine. That's why," Peter retorted with a pitifully unintimidating glare.

Harry shrugged with his shit-eating grin. "It's not my fault the girls and gays can't resist these lips."

Ned chimed in as he threw a french fry into his mouth. "Peter, this isn't like Liz last year. You and [Y/N] are already really close, dude. I'm sure you can just ask her. Who knows? She might say yes!"

"But what if she says no?," Peter groaned. "Then I'll just be one of those people she avoids and barely talks to out of awkwardness." He shifted in his seat nervously. "I don't want that."

"But if you don't say anything then you'll always regret it," Ned pointed out.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Peter, pull out your phone."

Peter raised his eyebrows in confusion, but followed Harry's instructions.

"Go to her in messages and say 'hey let's get dinner'." He smiled. "See? Simple."

Peter opened your messages in his phone and stared at your profile picture.

'You can do this, Peter. You can do this.'

He bit his lip. "Okay but should I say, 'let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'?" Seeing Harry's impatient face, he explained himself. "I just feel like those two sentences have completely different vibes, y'know?"

Harry glared at him. "Are you really about to have us telling you what to tell your crush like a bunch of girls?"

Peter didn't know how to answer that question seriously. "Uh...yes?"

Harry pondered the question for a small bit before simply shrugging and answering. "Hmm, go with 'let's get dinner', so you'll sound all confident and assertive."

"Okay."

Before Peter could press send without thinking twice, Ned stopped him. "Well, actually now you sound a little aggressive, man."

"Really?," Peter asked with a wince, immediately erasing the message.

"Yeah, I mean the last thing you wanna be like is the guy that's all like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of caveman."

Peter groaned. "Oh no, definitely not."

Ned ate another fry. "You want to ask her to dinner, not tell her to dinner."

"I'll go with 'do you want to get dinner' then," Peter said with a nod.

That one didn't sit well with Harry. "No Pete. Cuz now you sound like a pussy."

Peter slammed his phone onto the lunch table. "This stuff is tough!"

Ned turned towards Harry. "No but listen. The last thing Peter wants to do is come off as the overly masculine type that's all like 'let's get dinner cuz I'm the breadwinner, bitch', y'know?"

Harry shook his head. "Yeah but women also love assertiveness. You have to know what you want."

Peter stared at the table, desperately wanting the conversation to be over. Why would he even go to these two for relationship advice? Harry was the king of hookups and Ned's relationships never lasted longer than a few weeks. What was he thinking? For a guy with a 4.5 GPA, he sure did feel stupid.

"I got it!," Ned exclaimed. "Okay. Text her this. 'Dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on, but only if YOU were also interested in attending the meal'." He held his hands up for praise.

Harry nodded. "Mhm. Perfect balance. And the more words the better."

Peter just stared back at them, wondering where he'd gone wrong in life. "...no.... I'm not gonna send her that."

Harry shrugged. "Welp,' he sighed. "I guess some people just don't want to be helped."

So close to slamming his head into the table in front of him, Peter felt a tsunami of relief hit when he saw Asher walk into the cafeteria.

Asher was your best friend. If anyone knew the proper way you'd want to be asked out, it'd be him.

The second Asher noticed Peter looking at him, he made his way over. "Hey Peter. What's up?," he asked as he found an empty seat.

Harry spoke up before Peter had the chance. "Hey Ash. Pick one. 'Let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'."

Asher thought for a second. "Depends on the girl," he said before taking a bite into his apple. "-but 'do you want to get dinner' is nicer. Why?"

Harry slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it!"

"Yes!," Ned cheered.

Asher looked around the table. "Okay, by why?"

Harry and Ned went quiet and looked to Peter, who was staring anywhere to avoid eye contact. He began to mumble pitifully."I....I-i wanna.. I wanna-"

Harry and Ned spoke up, already tired of the conversation not getting anywhere. "He wants to ask-"

"-I wanna ask [Y/N] out!," he blurted, feeling his cheeks start to burn when Asher's smirk turned into a wide grin.

"Well it's about time!," he exclaimed. "She's been crazy about you since you met."

"Really? She has?," Peter asked. That wasn't even in the realm of possibility in his mind.

Asher nodded. "She's always going off to me about how-" he mocked your higher pitched voice. "I've been dropping him hints since, like, foreverrrr!"

"Seriously?! She has?"

Ned laughed. "Well Peter. She has been calling you cute since the day she met you..."

"But I just always thought it was the friendly kind of cute, y'know?," he rambled. "Not the boyfriend type cute!"

"How many girls are out here calling you cute for you to make that assumption, dude?," Harry asked.

Asher sighed. "So this is what it's like to have low confidence." He shook his head and gave Peter a disappointed look. "I can't say I like witnessing this, Pete."

"Just-" Peter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Just tell me what will work, okay? I need to ask her out perfectly."

Asher tilted his head in confusion. "She's a simple girl. You just have to straight up ask her out. What's the confusion there?"

"That's what I said!," Harry yelled.

"You know he's got to make it difficult for himself for no reason," Ned pointed out.

"Okay can we all talk about how terrible I am at this after you help me?," Peter begged.

"...yeah."

"Sure."

"Ugh, fine."

Peter sighed. "Alright. So?"

"What are you going for?," Asher asked. "Like a gift or something?"

"I just want whatever's the absolute best way to ask her out."

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. If he was gonna set you up with your crush, he wanted it to happen right.

"Okay," he said, staring Peter in the eyes with a new sort of intensity. "Think about your best moments with her. Now pick something special from all those moments and voila! You'll have it!"

Peter nodded and stared at the ground as he thought for a while about everything he'd done with you since the beginning of school. You were truly the most extraordinary, most confident girl he'd ever met.

Every time he'd thought you couldn't get more perfect, you'd just show him another side of you that was better than the rest. He always stayed endlessly impressed and most of all, he felt as if he didn't have to try too hard with you. He could be himself and mess up as many times as he could manage and you still stuck around, showing him that there needn't be any worries.

And your style? Fuck, you could make anything work for him. You were the only one who could get him out of his comfort zone and in front of a camera, for something as frivolous as a TikTok. But he'd always do it, and even find the fun in it, because it made you happy.

"Remember how we freaked out that first time when she called you cute, Pete?," Ned said. "She said that you were cute and that you only had to put it use!"

Harry laughed. "This girl is literally giving you the instructions, Peter. Take them."

"Hmm." Peter looked up with a smile and snapped his fingers. "I got it."

-

You tossed popcorn into your mouth and snuggled yourself further into the blanket. "Ash, how can you even say that? 'It' is a horror movie!"

"Yeah, technically," he retorted. "But there's literally not a single part of the movie that's scary. It's more of a drama than anything else."

"You realize the clown phobia rate skyrocketed when the movie came out right?"

Asher scoffed. "Uh, your point? It's not my fault some pussies couldn't sit through it. Still a drama. The story definitely played with your emotions more than your fears."

"Whateverrrr," you laughed. "I can't deal with you."

"Pennywise literally got up and did this," he said before breaking out into Pennywise's dance. He laughed as he kicked his legs out. "What kind of horror movie has this crap in it?" He stopped when he felt the full force of you throwing a pillow on his face. "Ugh!"

"Sit down and get under the covers, idiot," you hissed. "I wanna keep watching these HORROR films."

"Whateverrrr," he drawled out, mocking you. He sighed and plopped down next to you, grabbing a handful of popcorn after.

When school was getting suffocating, marathoning horror movies with Asher were a must. He had an endless repertoire and all the time in the world for his best friend.

Halfway through 'It: Chapter 2' though, the movie was the least of your focus and instead was TikTok.

What could you say? The app was addictive.

It was a big, entertaining, completely useless collage of everything every no-name had to offer, from stupid debates to cringey POV's to fun dance routines.

You tried to hook every friend you could on it. Asher, of course, already knew about it since it first came out and he, of course, had thousands of followers because most of what he posted was random thirsts traps whenever he was feeling hot, which was always. And thirsts traps are always in high demand for the people on TikTok.

You tried to hook MJ on it, but she'd already decided that she didn't like it before even giving it a chance. Even the messy, political side didn't reel her in.

Of course then there was Peter, who didn't know was TikTok even was before he met you. You made it your sole mission to get him hooked, but you'd since given up on that. It was a lost cause. The only time he probably ever saw TikTok nowadays was when he was doing dances with you before gym started. He let you put the app on his phone but he never used it. You wouldn't even put it past him to have deleted it, but it was whatever. TikTok had started his friendship with you, so needless to say, it'd done an amazing job in your life.

Plus your followers were always asking about him. All of the "omg couple goalssss" and "you guys look so cute together" served as massive confidence boosters. A girl can dream, right?

You shifted over a bit when you felt Ash getting closer and closer to you.

When he moved over again, you scooted away, only for him to get closer again. "Ash, what is your deal?"

"Easy there," he chuckled, backing up a little. "I'm looking at the phone, not you."

"You've been all up in my phone all day, what's up?"

"I can't tell you," he shrugged, a sly smirk stretching across his face. "But," he pointed to your tiny screen. "Some idiot is taking wayyyy too long to shoot his shot."

"Shoot his shot?" You gasped. "Who?"

"I'm not at liberty to say," he said with a smirk.

"Nooooo," you whined. "If someone has a crush on me you gotta spill! C'mon, please?"

He laughed and repeated himself. "I'm sorry, but I am not at liberty to say!"

"Bullshit! Who is it? C'mon! C'monnnnnn!"

He shrugged and this time you knew that he was dead set on not giving up the mystery guy.

"Ugh," you pouted. "Fine. Let's just finish the stupid movie."

-

"Kids next door, battle stations!!!!"

And now it was sometime after midnight. The popcorn was all gone. The movie was done and now you were watching old cartoons so that the horror movie wouldn't be the last thing on your mind before bed.

Looking over, you saw that Asher didn't need any cartoons like you did. He was already passed out, snoring as loud as ever.

Grumbling in boredom, you stared at the wall, trying to connect the tiny dots in the designs. It was like something was officially keeping you from being able to fall asleep.

*Ding!*

At the sound of your phone receiving a text, you sat up curiously. Who was texting you at this hour?

You smiled when you saw that it was Peter.

Pete: hey y/n

You were about to send him a quick,"why are you up this late" text, but he kept typing.

Pete: pls dont judge me too hard for this

With that completely vague warning, you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.

Y/n: whats up r u okay

He sent you a link next, which confused you, but not as much as when you actually pressed it.

It led you to TikTok, and the video was waiting to be pressed to start. Peter was standing in the middle of the screen with one of his typical corny sweatshirts on. The caption at the top read: "For [Y/N] Only". Smiling already, you quickly pressed play.

You slapped your hand over your mouth. "Oh my God."

"So he finally got the guts, huh?," Asher mumbled, having woken up from the loud music on your phone but was still half-asleep.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?," you asked. You turned down your phone.

"Don't worry about me, you just got a boyfriend," he chuckled, moving to lay down so he could get to sleep again. "Text him back for god's sake."

~~~

Y/n: its been almost a whole year and youre still so cute when you make those

Pete: haha thanks

Pete: uh

Pete: i really like you y/n

Pete: do u think you'd wanna go out with me or get dinner sometime?

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"He asked me out," you gasped. "Ash, he asked me out!"

Asher rolled over and groaned. "I thought that was already established? Jesus, you two couldn't possibly be moving any slower."

You rolled your eyes. "Fuck you."

"Nah, you're with Peter now," he laughed. "You're gonna have to fuck him instead!" That comment earned him another pillow to the face.

You looked back at the messages and sent a tiny cute one. You smirked at the new idea of what was about to happen and turned it off before going to sleep.

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Y/n: kiss me at school tomorrow and find out

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Didn't do a third edit cuz I got lazy but I'm pretty happy with the turnout anyway. Thanks for reading!

Tagging: @allegra-writes, @allegra-soleil, @yumings, @hey-its-grey, @spideyyeet, @sunkissedspidey, @tommyunderoos, @chaoticpete, @snarky--starky, @sovereignparker, @thesherlockianavenger, @bubblebucky, @kelieah, @eridanuswave, @ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr, @kidney9-9, @gwenvrse

[slash-me-please]

Imagine Billy kills you and you haunt him

Thought I'd be Okay P1

Warnings: Angst, He falls in love with you, gore. You get murdered. This gets really upsetting.

I don't write for Billy anymore but this idea was burnt into my soul.

-

Killings were starting up in Woodsboro. Once was this town a peaceful little neighborhood, and you wished it back.

It wasn't crazy to think that you weren't going to get murdered. Things like this didn't effect you. You'd live your life, a normal life. One which didn't include getting slaughtered one by one as your friend group dwindled in numbers. Maybe this was okay to think? That you hadn't climbed the social ladder far enough to fall in a category in which it was possible to get murdered? Unfortunately that's not how attackers thought. At least not yours.

-

You'd always hated tuesday. In your opinion it was even worse than monday, and maybe you would've hated it more if you knew that tuesday would be the last day of your life. Unfortunately you were not blessed with this information and instead sat obliviously on your bed. The phone rang. You ignored it. It rang again. You ignored it. It rang a third time and you groaned loudly, finally standing to answer it.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The man on the other side of the phone asked. His voice sounded robotic and maybe as if he was on the verge of laughing. "Is this a prank? And if so it's utterly pathetic," You answered, eyebrows crunching as heavy breathing was all that was left. "What's your favorite scary movie?" It repeated, harshly. "Doesn't matter. You won't stick around long enough to remember." You laughed, moving to hang up before the man at the other end yelled loudly into the phone: "Don't you fucking hang up or I'll gut you like a pig!"

You felt bile raising up your intestines and you whined into the phone accidentally. Your hands started to shake and you racked your brain wandering to see if you locked the windows. Your question was answered as something in your living room crashed and you ran to your bedroom door to lock it.

"Why are you here? If you like movies so much then you should know that I'm not supposed to die." You answered shakily, moving to your window to peek open the blinds. Maybe you could run to your friend f/n's house. Could you make it? "And who's supposed to?" "You should be at Billy's. Surely you shouldn't be killing anybody but hell- if its anyone then he's the main character." You breathed, unlocking the hatch on the window quietly. "Besides, if you kill me that'll be such a setback. I wanna be a journalist when I graduate and-" "If you can answer all of my questions correctly then I will not kill you. Deal?" "Deal."

"Who was the first killer of the friday the 13th franchise?"

"Pamela Voorhees."

"Correct, now lets get a little harder. What was Freddy Krueger's mothers name?"

You pulled your lip between your teeth, heart pounding as you tried so desperately to remember. "Don't tell me you've given up already??" The eerie voice giggled excitedly.

"Amanda Krueger."

"Alright, what was the name of the final girl in Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"

Your face fell. You hadn't seen that movie in years. Finding the only answer to this you could, you hung up the phone and yanked the window open, pulling yourself barefoot onto the roof sliding. You yelped at the rough paneling biting into the soles of your feet, but quickly shuffled against the side of your house.

Your reflexes weren't quick enough to dodge how fast your bathroom window was pulled open and how even faster a man grabbed your ankles and yanked you through the window. You just nearly avoided hitting your head on the toilet seat as he pulled you into the hallway. You yelled no's loudly and kicked at his hands, crying out when on of them grabbed your right ankle and plunged a hunters knife through the sole of your foot, watching amused when it came out the top of your foot. "No no no please no!" You cried, almost gagging when he dropped your ankle and lifted you by the waist. Your hands came upwards and grabbed his mask, ripping it off quickly and screeching when you came eye to eye with your crush Billy. "Oh Billy, please don't, I wanna see my parents when they get back, please don't Billy. I told ya I wanted to be a journalist didn't I?" He only grinned at you, but just when you thought he'd put you down, he grabbed you by the crown of your head and slammed his knife between your eyes.

-

The transparency in your skin frightened you more than your murderer. Honestly you felt as if you'd just been lurched out of your body by an external force and the screech you let out was deafening. Your eyes widened upon seeing your corpse drop to the floor and Billy staggered away in disbelief. "No, no, no! Please no! God no! I didn't want this!" You cried, collapsing to the floor and attempting to rip the knife from your face. Billy looked quite shaken himself and reached to touch you, his hand going straight through. "Am I a ghost? Billy what'd you do to me? was this on purpose? Oh my god- I'm not gonna age! I can't die! I'm just going to be stuck here! Billy why?" You yelped. "I-I don't know, this hasn't ever happened before!" "Y-You... Oh my god! You killed me Billy! What the fuck??" You stumbled upwards and flailed your wrists. The carpet didn't even bend under your weight anymore. Your weight? Lack there of.

After processing the information you breathed out a heartbroken sob. "I guess this is it then?" You sighed, you wanted to cry so desperately but you unfortunately had no fluid inside you anymore. "Go Billy. Get out of here." You cried, attempting to smack his chest or even hit him in any way. "Do you think I can leave? Or am I stuck here for eternity?" You asked, more rhetorical than anything and he pressed his lips in a fine line, exiting out the window.

That night you processed everything fairly quickly. You watched the night roll by, unable to feel the breeze caress your face the way it did every night when you watched the sunset. You cried again. You stared blankly at your folded, dead body that Billy hadn't even done you the favor of covering it up before he exited. You watched the phone ring, once, twice. Then it stopped. It didn't start again for at least two hours and you watched it ring again.

As you said before, you weren't a main character. At least not to anybody in particular. Or in general. Your parents had mixed feelings. An average child, average grades, average hobbies, average looks. They didn't mind if you didn't pick up the phone. They didn't mind if you were dead in a ditch. You'd rather be in a ditch than folded in the hallway.

About two hours later your parents got home. They yelled into the house for you, telling you they'd take your phone for acting so foolishly and not answering their calls. That whole spiel you've heard before. But you decided not to wait and see the look of horror on your mother's face and instead thrusted yourself out the open window. Maybe you could walk through walls as if they weren't there. You'd rather not.

You picked up some will as you walked the silent streets of Woodsboro. They were silent until the sound of cop cars and an ambulance pulled into your driveway and the neighborhood walked outside to see you being brought out into a large body bag.

As you suspected, no one fell to the ground sobbing, no one cared. Some held their phones out and recorded and others took pictures. Some stared. But you stood next to Billy making offhanded comments about the whole thing. "Look at these fuckers, girl gets killed and no one even mourns. What a bitch. Taking pictures n shit." The only only one who looked even a little bit sad was F/N. But they held their composure well. "Can't believe you killed me of all people, what an ass. Is it cause I walked in on you changing that one time?" You asked, watching him grin slightly. "I hope you know, that one time in kindergarten, I broke your science project. It haunted me everyday. Not anymore. You're the one who's gonna get haunted Billy."

[chadbaegel]

The First of Many

Chad Gable/Shorty G Fanfic

SMUT 👌

BACK STORY: Chad Gable has long been friends w/ a nurse that is on duty at WWE events, but the tension has reached its pinnacle. What will Chad do about it?

*cell phone buzzing*

As I glanced in the direction of my phone, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. It was Friday night and I'd just gotten home and showered after the Smackdown taping. Chad had kicked Sheamus' ass in the ring tonight after a long drawn out feud between the two. He'd been so happy and been surrounded by fans and other WWE Superstars, that I didnt wanna butt in. I didn't get to talk to him like we normally did on Friday nights. Our usual routine was for him, Otis, and I to hang out and watch a scary movie or two in order to relax after Smackdown. I figured tonight would be different and that he'd be out celebrating, but as I scrambled to get my phone I desperately hoped that I'd see Chad's name popping up... Nevertheless, it was him.

I don't know why I was so nervous. We'd been friends ever since his American Alpha days, but it wasn't until the past year or so that something had changed. I guess I never thought I had a chance before then, but sometimes the way our eyes met across the hall or how he eagerly listened to me babble on about God knows what made me feel like there could actually be something there...

"Hey, Chad!" I said a little too eagerly as I answered his call. I heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "Y/N, I didn't see you after my match. Where were you?" I frantically tried to explain, worried that he might think I didn't care about his win. But again, I just heard him chuckle. "Y/N, come on. You're my girl. Who else has had firsthand experience seeing and treating the bloody-eared mess Sheamus' has left of me in the past few weeks. Of course I wanted to see you and celebrate with you of all people!" I laughed and before I could answer, Chad continued. "Anyway, are we still down for our horror movie of the week tonight? Otis can't make it. He's... Dealing w/some Mandy stuff." (😭) "Yeah, poor Otis... Fuck Ziggler. But yeah, I'm still down. You sure you wouldn't rather do something else tonight though?" I was so shocked he'd still want to, tonight wasn't just any typical Friday. "Of course, Y/N. There's literally nothing else I'd rather do... Well, actually there is one other thing..." I heard him clear his throat nervously before continuing. "Anyway, I'll be at your room in a few minutes!" I was dumbfounded, but so freaking happy. Chad and I were actually going to spend some time alone together. My nerves were killing me, but it was so worth it.

When he came to my door he had the biggest smile on his face and he immediately swooped me up and spun me around. He was in such a good mood and I was loving every second of it. He proceeded to sit me down on my bed and we sat next to each other as I scrolled through our movie options. I felt him watching me and as I turned towards him our eyes met and he smiled warmly. My heart melted. I struggled to meet his gaze and as I started to turn away from him he spoke up. "Y/N, can I ask you something?" I looked back at him and nodded curiously. "Well... Why have we been tiptoeing for so long?... I know I'm equally to blame here, but still... What's holding us back?" I was absolutely stunned and I felt my face getting warm. "I... I'm not sure what you mean, Chad..." A part of me was still in denial. Maybe he meant something else?? "Come on Y/N, you know what I mean." He smiled as he reached for my hand, tracing my fingers as if they held the answers to his questions. "We've been friends for so long and up until now I was content w/ it being just that. But I got too comfortable in that little bubble of ours and now I'm realizing there's nothing at all holding us back. I mean, assuming you've felt the same way... About me." I leaned towards him, grabbing both of his hands. "Chad... I've felt the same way, but wasn't sure... If you saw me like that..." He let my hands drop gently and cupped my face with his hands, then softly pressed his forehead against mine.

I could feel the warmth of his body close to mine and the smell of his skin was simply intoxicating. I kept my eyes closed and wanted to take all of this in, so I'd never forget a minute of it. "Y/N, how could I not have feelings for you. I adore you..." He pulled away slowly, but only for a moment before he leaned back in and placed a kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and it all felt so natural. Before I knew it, he'd carefully positioned me on the bed and he hovered over my body, his kisses picking up pace and exploring the curves of my neck. My body responded to it, twitching ever so slightly, but enough for him to notice and begin to act on it. He pulled away to take off his shirt and then continued with mine. He stopped and bit his lower lip as he admired my pink lace bra. He then made eye contact with me and his eyes looked ravenous, for me. He quickly unhooked my bra and continued where he'd left off at my neck, his kisses forming a path down to my breasts. He cupped them with his warm hands and then took one in his mouth while he thumbed the nipple on the other. My entire body was radiating heat and I started panting. This encouraged Chad.

He licked my nipples and my body shook. Chad made his way back up to me and kissed me hard, slipping his tongue in my mouth. Oh how I'd dreamt of this. I kissed him back passionately and I felt his hard on pressing against me. We couldn't prolong it anymore. He got up to take off the rest of his clothes and then slid mine off. I was so wet for him and he knew it. My hips swayed with anticipation, my body needed him just as much as his needed mine.

I could feel both of our hearts pounding as he kissed me and before I knew it I felt him slide into me. I let out a gasp and I could feel my walls clenching around him. He started off slowly, picking up the pace as he directed his kisses on my neck. I moaned his name softly as I ran my fingers through his hair. My moans triggered him and caused him to speed up. Our bodies crashed into each other repeatedly with each of his thrusts and our body heat felt like our flesh was on fire. I couldn't help but pant and let out small moans. I could feel him swelling inside of me and I knew I would cum soon. "Chad... Ch... Oh Chad..." I whispered softly in his ear as my body was just about to reach climax. Chad continued to ram into me and I lost control. My toes curled and a wave of heat rolled through my body. My body became a puddle of love for Chad and I held on for the ride as he began to climax. I kissed his neck, nibbling on it and he let out a moan as he orgasmed. We kissed feverishly and I felt him slide out of me. He laid next to me and I curled up against him as he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead. I looked up at him and his smile flooded my chest with warmth. "I love you so much, Y/N." "I love you too, Chad."

[smileyoongle]

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ςhαp†εr †εη: Lost In Delirium

Character Count: 11,574

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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Because I have been lonely, I value love.

-Leonard Nimoy

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“How’s your business tycoon of a boyfriend doing?” 

The immediate reaction of yours should have been an eye roll but instead, you ended up dropping the empty whiskey glass that you were cleaning. You gasped as the glass broke, sending sparkling bits scattering here and there. To say you were a little distracted was an understatement . Whatever had happened between Namjoon and you was consuming your senses completely. You had come close to kissing him, twice and every single time you were interrupted either by your thoughts or someone else. You were confused and…angry? You couldn’t tell.

Did you want him or did you not?

You sighed, crouching down to pick up the broken pieces as your coworker, Isla, towered over you.

“He’s not my boyfriend. How many times are you going to make me say it?” You muttered, your voice laced with annoyance and frustration. Annoyed, because Isla kept calling Namjoon your boyfriend. Frustrated, because it wasn’t true, no matter how much a part of you wanted it to be.

You carefully cleaned the shiny marble floor, the bar counter hiding you from the eyes of your manager, a very moody and rude man who had no respect for his workers whatsoever. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the perverted kind at all. That was probably the one thing that made you stay, along with the money, of course.

 “Oh come on, Y/N! If Mr Kim isn’t your boyfriend now, he will be very soon. I can tell that you like him a lot. And you even stay under the same roof. You want me to believe that a man and a woman can stay together without-“

“Maybe you should focus on restocking the bottles rather than prying into Ms Y/L/N’s domestic affairs.”

Your eyes widened, your head jerking up to see your manager glaring at Isla. You winced, crawling towards the bin to throw all the glass bits you had collected, knowing that Isla was probably being burnt to the ground by your manager’s eyes. He was scary, more than Hitler. Okay, that was a bit of exaggeration on your part but he was horrifying, nonetheless.

“Sorry sir, I’ll get to work right now.” Isla apologised in a small voice and you swore this was the first time she sounded so weak. Isla was a very driven person, capable of a lot of things but when problems stood before her, she preferred to cower away. That loud and giddy girl existed only in front of you. It was a surprise that within a week you had managed to grow so close to someone.

Isn’t it the same with Namjoon?

You pursed your lips, moving to help Isla before the club opened for the night. 

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"Namjoon, just because you're doing what your father wants you to do, doesn't mean you're a bad person."

Hana's words kept replaying in Namjoon's mind, like a broken record player that he was unable to fix. There had been so much warmth and love in her voice that Namjoon had thought he was dreaming. He was only 19 when his father pushed him into the Mafia business, his mother running away soon after she saw him making his first kill. To this day, Namjoon wished it had all been a dream. His father breaking the awful news to him. His mother leaving. Hana dying, only to come back alive as someone who didn't wanna stand by him anymore.

Maybe if it had all been a dream, then Namjoon's life would have been better. Maybe he would have lived like a normal guy with a normal job and a normal family. Everything would have been so perfect.

Namjoon clenched his jaw as the car came to a halt, the club's name flashing in the darkness of the night. It was a few minutes past 9, everyone's anxiety growing bigger than they could ever imagine.

"Okay so, just a recap. We'll be scattered around, trying to blend in until Hana comes and we confront her." Rex confirmed, earning a groan from Jungkook who was seated beside Namjoon in the backseat along with Yoongi.

"Once again, this isn't a movie. We aren't gonna go to her until she's done talking to whoever she's planning on meeting." Jungkook replied, his eyes glaring at Rex who sighed in disappointment and sulked in his place. The others were in the car that followed behind, hoseok's voice ringing in the earpiece that all of them had.

"She could be here any minute, we should go in."

There was heavy silence for a second, the air very thick and suffocating. Jungkook knew he had lost his favourite person, she wasn't the same Hana now and he had to let her go. The girl that used to be his link to the innocence of the world was gone and he let it happen. No matter how much he told himself that it wasn't his fault, he failed to believe it.

"Let's just get this over with." Yoongi muttered under his breath, pushing open the door of the car and stepping out onto the gravel. It was a cold night, Yoongi's blue suit jacket doing nothing to keep him from getting cold. The only thing keeping him warm was the adrenaline rushing in his veins, a subtle ache in his heart on seeing Namjoon's grim expression. Whatever was gonna happen, Yoongi could only hope they all would be okay again. To him, this wasn't that big of a surprise because he saw it coming. But Namjoon and Jungkook, he knew they were hurt. Very hurt.

As the club loomed over them, they all glanced at each other, Jungkook's eyes falling on Namjoon towards the end. There was a silent message being passed, Namjoon's eyes softening at the look of betrayal in the younger's eyes. In that moment, Namjoon swore he was gonna be strong for the rest of the members. He had to step up as the leader and take care of everyone. He didn't worry about himself too much because he knew. He knew that at the end of the day, he'd go home and he'd find you waiting for him with the smile you wore all the time. Maybe someday he'd be able to tell you what you had done to his heart, but for now, he knew he'd be okay.

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You placed the different glasses of drinks on your tray, moving through the crowd as you kept track of which glass goes on which table. The mass of bodies grinding against one another in the middle of the dancefloor, made it difficult for you to navigate your way through but you had to do it. This was probably why Isla always took charge of the other end of the club. That was the VIP section. You shook your head in envy, grabbing the glass of beer and placing it on a single table where a man with a black cap sat, bobbing his head and looking around the club. "Enjoy your drink." You stated, your robotically sweet tone having been perfected with practice. It was the same everytime, no matter who you were serving. The man looked up at you as you passed by him, not noticing his face in the flashy lights that reflected throughout the place.

Rex was positive he had seen that face before. It wasn't very clear in his mind but he knew he had seen those eyes.

The only question that remained was when?

He narrowed his eyes, thinking hard about who it was. That waitress had a very familiar face but he couldn't put a finger on where he had seen her.

"Rex, I see you zoning out. There's a man at the bar who just arrived, he looks like he's waiting for someone, keep an eye on him."

Namjoon's voice rung in Rex's ears, making him flinch at the suddenness of it. He quickly shook himself back to reality, eyes falling on the man who had, indeed, just arrived. Nonetheless, he saw the same waitress again, picking up another round of drinks as she laughed at something her colleague said. Rex wondered if Namjoon could see her. Maybe he'd know who she was, because the curiosity was killing him. He had such a bad memory, that's probably why he failed half his tests in school.

"Hey boss. Do you see that girl at the bar? The waitress? The one with the ponytail?"

The response was immediate, all the members' heads turning to look at who Rex was talking about. Namjoon couldn't see very clearly, only the back of that waitress was visible to him. But upon seeing her, he felt something familiar, like he knew her.

"You don't actually have to describe her, there's only one waitress there." Jungkook snapped, glaring in Rex's direction from the corner of the room. He was just growing irritated at how long it took Hana to get there, nothing personal against Rex. No matter how annoying the kid was.

Rex pursed his lips, seeing that there was only one waitress there, thankfully it was the one who he wanted to ask about.

"So does anyone of you know her? I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. Help me out, my dudes. I'm dying out of curiosity."

Jimin rolled his eyes at Rex's words. My dudes? He was definitely not fit for being in a gang. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, shifting a little in his place but he still couldn't see her. Seeing that there was no sign of Hana yet, he decided to move closer to her, pushing through the dancing bodies until he was in the clear. Under the colourful lights, he somehow managed to see that face. The one that made his eyes immediately move to Namjoon who was standing on the floor above. Before Yoongi could do anything, he saw the way Namjoon's lips parted in surprise, his eyes stuck to your figure hunched over the bar table.

"Is that...." Hoseok voiced, still trying to come to grip with the situation. They were here to find Hana but looks like there was someone much more interesting there.

"..Y/N." Taehyung added, glancing at Namjoon who had his jaw clenched, his fingers tightening against the railing as he glared at you. Not that you knew. He had been caught way off guard, finally catching onto your lies. You worked at a cafe? Bullshit.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance. A pretty one, he wasn't going to deny that. Your eyes were very... expressive. They shined under the lights, telling everyone that you were content with how your life was going. For a second, Jungkook saw the same flash of innocence that he used to find solace in. The only difference was that you weren't Hana. He cleared his throat, looking at Namjoon and concluding that no one knew about your little job. Oh.

So the new girl was a liar.

That thought made Jungkook feel better. A part of him blamed you for whatever was happening, but he also knew he had no reasons to hate you yet. You seemed like a good person, he could understand why Namjoon took you in. He would have probably done the same anyway.

You patiently waited for the bartender to make the next round of drinks, your elbow resting on the shiny black counter as you looked around the club. You hummed a little tune to yourself, feeling grateful that tonight there had been no catcalls or inappropriate comments directed to you. It had been a good day, you were sure of it. You wondered what Namjoon was doing, recalling how he had told you he had a meeting to attend. He surely had a very tiring job.

Your eyes wandered to where Isla was standing, her expression distraught as she tried to get her hand out of a stranger's grip. You immediately straightened up, your breath hitching as he pulled Isla onto his lap, his companions laughing at the scene. You were fuming at this point, your feet taking off in her direction, ignoring the calls of the bartender behind you as your shoulder brushed against Yoongi's. But you didn't notice.

Every single member had his eyes trained on you, watching in confusion as you ran to the other end of the club. Right then, Rex happened to look at the entrance, a hooded figure making its way to the mysterious man that was sitting near the bar. He inhaled deeply, looking back at you and then the others. No one was paying attention.

"Guys, Hana's here I think."

At that, everyone's eyes shot to the bar, where Hana took off her hood and began having a serious conversation with the mystery man. Jungkook's blood boiled at the very sight. He was surprised at how quickly he began to hate her but anyone who hurt his family was his enemy. No matter the reasons. He saw Namjoon, fuming and making his way downstairs. Wrong move.

"Let her go." You bellowed over the music, prying the man's hand off of Isla's waist and pulling her to you. She was crying by the time you came, hiding behind you as she sobbed into her hands. You weren't gonna lie that you weren't scared when he stood up but this was no time for that. It was time for you to be strong, to learn to protect yourself.

"And what do you think you're doing?" The drunk man seethed, clenching his fists as the people around you stopped their activities to see what was going on. You breathed heavily, taking a step forward. "I'm sorry but you cannot touch a woman without her consent. We can throw you out for inappropriate behaviour towards the employees." You stated calmly, reminding yourself that you still had a job to keep. Hopefully, your manager would see that you were on the right.

Namjoon was joined by Yoongi as he made his way towards you, his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You had a lot of explaining to do but that was for later. Right now, he could tell you were getting yourself in trouble. Jungkook discreetly pushed his way towards Namjoon, walking beside him.

"What are you doing? Hana is there and this is gonna grab too much attention." He explained, only to hear a scoff from Namjoon. The leader halted, turning to Jungkook as he stared at him with cold eyes. "Y/N needs to be taken out of here. We don't need to wait for Hana to see us. Go and do what needs to be done." He instructed, earning a reluctant nod from the younger male.

"Oh baby, did you want to be in her place? You just have to ask, you know?" You wanted to throw up at the stench of alcohol in his breath. You were beyond disgusted, your head bringing back unwanted memories when you used to be treated like this by strange men. You swallowed thickly as his friends laughed, his hand inching closer to you. Just as his fingers grazed your skin, he was punched to the side, his body landing on the floor with a loud thud. You gasped, your eyes widening as you looked at whoever had saved you.

Namjoon's eyes looked back into yours with anger and disappointment, your heart fluttering on seeing him but you knew it was over. What you didn't want him to find out, was laid out before him in the clear.

"Namjoon..."

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[dredgenshrike-defunct]

“I dunno dude you’re the one who was bein’ weird first. Like, callin’ me in the first place. So I think you get first place for that over me. Clearly if you called me back you wanna talk, so I’m talkin’.” He gave a roll of his eyes. What the fuck was this guy’s deal? If he was gonna keep bothering him, then Felix was just gonna hang up again.

Oh, but the question intrigued him. “Uh, ‘cause I’m me? I’ve been in fights before, not like I’ve never hurt someone. I’m not scared of some dude on the phone tellin’ me I’m gonna die, ‘cause it isn’t the first time for that either, hah.” Felix thought a lot of himself, and losing a fight was something he hated doing. And so he wouldn’t bother even thinking of that being a possibility. 

“You’re awful confident for someone who’s not even made himself known aside from bein’ on the phone.” He waved his free hand around for some sort of emphasis, even if he figured the guy on the other end wouldn’t be able to see. Unless he could, which Felix laughed at - what a spooky thought.

Perfect for Halloween time.

“What’s with the movie question anyway? Hopin’ to take me out on a date, find somethin’ nice ‘n’ romantic. If you want somethin’ like that, I really like those tacky-lookin’ neon drinks. Always great fun, ‘specially for Halloween, the glow in the dark ones. I take it you like Halloween if you’re bein’ weird and creepy at this time a’ year?”

"Prefer Christmas." Shrike answered after a moment, his unsureness of continuing with the call weighing in on his judgement. "Gifts have always been my thing... I like to get a whole bunch of polaroids of my victims and send them to their family. Like you'll end up."

He wasn't lying. That's what made the Serial Killer legend so scary- he lied in wait until Halloween... killed as many as he could then sent the polaroids to the family around Christmas time as his own little gift. It was amazing what those little cameras and a bit of work to hide any return address could do.

"And I've always been more of a rum guy..." He continued, stepping a bit further into the house. He looked around to check their surroundings, still ducked down, his knife still close and voice still lowered, pressed closer to the phone. Whiskey was too strong, the bright ones were too tacky and beer tasted bad- wine made him feel sick with how expensive it even felt.

"What's your name anyways? So I know what to title the polaroids and who's family to find..." He asked, pulling his mask down a little more with some free fingers before returning his knife back to a ready position. Felix was interesting- but did he think he'd still try and kill him? Oh he definitely would. Hell- try was an understatement, he would. Probably.

@fireteam-striker from here

The phone line didn't ring again, for quite a few moments. Shrike on the other end was a little stunned. He rarely had people hang up- it was just a surprise. He dialed again though, waiting for Felix to pick up with some amount of annoyance running thriugh his veins. He held out with the fact that these types were always funner when they got what situation was happening really through their head though.

"Do you think you're funny?" He asked into the phone. "Invincible even? That you're above some murderer breaking into your house and leaving the cops to find you? Maybe they won't for a while, maybe the people next door will report a smell... or maybe the people downstairs will start to have something drip through their ceiling."

He climbed onto the balcony quietly, drawing his knife and crouching down to test the lock carefully as he lowered his voice, but moved the phone closer to keep the same level with Felix, on the other end. "But you don't seem scared at all of that."