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headcanons for the cod men if they found out you were a virgin... i promise this is not self indulgent ๐ซฃ
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๐๐๐๐; ๐๐+ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐; ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
includes: ghost, price, soap, alejandro, konig, and gaz.
afab!reader. female pet names used. reader refers to self as a woman.
GHOST *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก ok ok ok, he would have never thought heโd want to be specifically with a virgin. like it never really crossed his mind before now, but he just assumed heโd always like being with someone more experienced. he likes a quick hook up. doesnโt have the time to be all gentle and soft and caring for someone who's never done it before, ya know? not that he's an asshole or anything, but he never thought he'd be the right person to take someone's virginity.
โก but when you tell him youโre a virgin, something stirs inside him. he doesnโt mind. not one bit. if anything, he actually gets a little giddy, wanting to be the one who shows you how itโs done.
โก and he ends up being rather sweet about it. he goes slow. he takes his time. he spends a good amount of time prepping you. โjusโ lay back, sweetheart. gotta make sure youโre good nโ ready to take me.โ
โก when it finally comes down to it, heโs easy to edge into you. you grip his shoulders tightly, squeezing your eyes shut. โgotta talk to me, love. gotta know iโm not hurtinโ you.โ
you nod and look up at him. โiโm okay. keep going. please.โ
he kisses your lips and continues in. after a few painstaking moments, โalright. iโm halfway. jusโ a lil more.โ
โonly halfway?! jesus fuckingโโ
ghost laughs, his hand caressing your face and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. when heโs finally fully seated, he groans, fisting the sheets beside your head to keep himself from rutting into full force.
โก โah. you okay, pet?โ
โy-yes. are you all the way in?โ
โmhmโ
โokay. justโฆ give me a moment.โ
โtake your time, love. we got all night.โ
you let yourself adjust for several moments. โcan you move, now?โ
he kisses you, slowly dragging himself halfway out and then pushing back into you, making you both gasp into each otherโs mouths.
"you're so fuckin' tight," he groans as he tries to take his time. he doesn't want to hurt you.
โก and he knows the rumor that women don't usually orgasm their first time, so he wanted to make sure you came at least twice before he shoved his cock in you. he wants you to associate this with a positive experience.
โก and he tries his hardest to make you feel good too. he begins to rub your clit as he thrusts and you moan loudly. he grins. "you like that, princess?"
you nod your head vigorously. and sure enough, he's able to make you come around his cock and he swears that was some of the best sex of his life. it wasn't the fact that you were a virgin, it was the trust and the intimacy of it that made this so good for him. he never thought he'd care for things like that until now.
PRICE *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก price doesn't really mind either way, but he was definitely surprised when you told him -- he couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you had never slept with anyone. but he's honored that you'd trust him enough to experience that with him.
โก he kisses you and lays you down on his bed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "jus' let me take care of you, love," he coos.
you bite your lip and nod. he starts by going down on you, making you come on his tongue like he has before. then he's back above you, wanting your first time to be in missionary, making you as relaxed as possible.
โก he even made it all sweet and lit some candles (":
โก he constantly is getting consent and checking in on you. "you feelin' okay?" "jus' tell me to stop if you don't like it." "want me to keep goin'?" "tell me what you want, sweetheart." "this feels good, yeah?"
โก when he's fully inside you, he strokes your hair and kisses you multiple times. "see, wasn't so bad," he teases gently.
โก with price, it's really not awkward at all. he doesn't let it be. he's so sweet and considerate the whole time. when he's thrusting inside you, he checks to make sure he's not going too hard.
โก and he knows the sex will only get better, so he tells you not to worry if you don't finish alongside him. and you don't finish with him, but he makes sure to get you off after.
โก he holds himself inside you after he comes, grunting and panting above you. then he looks down at you. "i wanna feel you come on my cock, love." you look a bit confused and he starts rubbing your clit, keeping himself planted inside you. with the pressure of the situation over, you're much more relaxed and apt to orgasm. so it doesn't take you long to spasm around him, and he fucking loves it. "god, you feel amazing, princess." and he looks at you with such admiration as you catch your breath and come down from your high.
โก "it will only get better from here," he teases.
โก after he pulls out and gets up, he scoops you up too, making you squeal. he carries the two of you to the bathroom to shower and clean up. he washes your hair. helps you put your clothes on (making sure it's his stuff you're wearing) and pulls you into bed with him, his arm wrapped around you.
SOAP *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก johnny has no issue with it at all. he really thinks nothing of it. he didn't care if you were a virgin or not, so when you tell him, all it does is lets him know he needs to be a bit slower with you. and you truly appreciate him not making a big deal about it.
โก it'd probably happen one time when you two are making out on the couch. things get a little heated and his hands are all over you. he gropes your breast through your shirt and you moan in his mouth. he pushes you back on the couch and teases your shirt up. "j-johnny," you say between kisses.
"yes, lass?"
"you remember i'm a virgin, right?"
"mhm," he kisses you again. "did you want me t'stop?"
"n-no," you whine as he rubs a hand over your clothed clit. "i just don't want to disappoint you."
he looks at you in annoyance. "what? why would ya disappoint me?" he sees the shy look in your eyes like you're a bit ashamed. "lass, you could never disappoint me. i just want you. but if you don't wanna do anything, that's okay too." he kisses your nose and caresses the side of your face.
โก with that out of the way, you tell him you do want to. he promises to go slow. and he does. he asks how you want it. you can ride him if that would make you more comfortable, being able to control the pace and all.
โก you straddle him on the couch, soap's hands running all across your torso. squeezing and cupping your breast. gliding over your ribcage. going down to your ass and pulling you forward.
โก you're slow when you lower yourself on him and johnny's head falls to the back of the couch, trying to contain himself. "you feel so good," he whines out.
โก lots and lots of little praises. he wants to make sure you're comfortable and enjoying yourself. "that's it, love." "fuckin' hell, youโre takinโ me so well." "does it feel good?"
โก and he'll rub your clit with his thumb, smiling as you collapse into him, your arms around his neck as you continue to bounce on top of him.
โก you're definitely pleased when you orgasm around him, sending soap over the edge as well.
โก then he kisses you, runs his hand through your hair, and pulls you into his lap where he'll tell you how good you were, how much he loved that. and he'll make sure you had a nice time too. wanting to make sure you feel good about yourself.
ALEJANDRO *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก gets a little bit of sick satisfaction knowing heโs going to have been the only one to have had you. โgettinโ you all for myself, then, mi amor?โ
โก even though heโs thoroughly enjoyed sex for years and has developed a taste for what he likes and dislikes, heโs charmed to be with someone who is so new at this. itโs a new experience for him in that sense.
โก he definitely wants you comfortable before he tries anything, BUT, he goes absolutely fucking feral when he gets you to blush and act all shy and awkward. gets off embarrassing you. โyou want me to fuck that tight little cunt of yours?โ he says. your eyes widen and your cheeks get hot/flush. โa-alejandroโ you whimper, a bit startled at his dirty mouth. โhmm? did you think my teasing stopped at the bedroom?โ he winks.
โก โtell me how you want it, mi amor. do you want my cock?โ you nod sheepishly. โuh-uh,โ he scolds. โgotta use your words.โ you turn your face away from him in embarrassment. โyes.โ โyes what?โ โyes, i want your cock.โ your entire body is on fire and alejandro grins madly. he never would have thought innocence would turn him on so much.
โก but heโs really quite sweet in the moment. even though he does tease you quite a bit, heโs always reading your body and making sure heโs not hurting you and that youโre enjoying yourself. โjust tell me if you want me to stop,โ he says down at you. โokay?โ he asks. you nod, โokay.โ โesa es mi buena chica.โ thatโs my good girl.
โก even though his is being careful, he can't help but get turned on when your nails are digging into his back and your face is scrunched up. "it's so much," you whimper out. that honestly sends him over the edge. he gets a little sense of pride knowing how intense everything was for you -- and for him.
โก he makes sure you're not hurt once everything is done and he cleans you up and holds you close to him.
KรNIG *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก you were a bit nervous to tell him, so you kinda waited until the last minute.
โก kรถnig had you pinned beneath him, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, making you giggle. after heโs torn your clothes off and is back to attacking your lips, you break away to mumble at him. โiโveโฆ never done this before,โ you said shyly. he looks at you, his eyes flickering between yours. โis this okay? do you want me to stop?โ you shake your head. โno, no. i just wanted you to know.โ he smiles and kisses you again.
โก heโs okay with being your first, but it definitely makes him a bit nervous. he knows heโs going to have to be the one to take control of the situation, figuring you might be a bit shy/awkward and not know how to lead. but heโs okay with that.
โก he also doesnโt want to hurt you. my guy is 6โ7โ so i meanโฆ heโs got a big dick, iโm sure of itโhe told me himself. he makes you orgasm like 4 times beforehand, absolutely tiring you out, but also making you relaxed and more ready for him.
โก heโs planted between your legs and you're still panting from your last orgasm, and he lines himself up. โmโgonna go slow,โ he tells you. you nod and he slowly enters you. your hands grip his shoulders tightly, already feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. (and even if you werenโt a virgin, it would still be like this tbh. size kink initiated)
โก it takes a few minutes for him to bottom out. he does little half thrusts with only part of him inside you, trying to ease his way in. โi donโt think you can fit,โ you whine out. โyou can take it, liebling. jusโ a littleโunghโfurtherrrrrโfuck,โ he groans as he fills you completely. youโre whimpering under him, but mostly in pleasure.
โก he catches his breath before asking you if he can move. you nod. he kisses your lips, mumbling against you, โiโll be gentle.โ he begins to rock into you.
โก and he is. heโs slow and soft with you, mumbling praises. he tries his hardest to get you to give him another orgasm, rubbing your clit. you whine and squirm under him. you trust him so much that youโre actually relaxed enough to orgasm your first time with him.
โก heโs stopped moving inside you so he can focus solely on rubbing your clit. finally, you clamp down on him and come. youโre so breathtakingly beautiful under him, squeezing him so fucking tight, that kรถnig orgasms right then and there, without even having to move. both of you are a little shocked and you end up giggling.
โก he lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest, his hands wrapped around you, while you stroke his hair. he leaves a little trail of kisses on your skin and you both lay there for a bit, content and entangled together.
GAZ *:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
โก gaz is a bit baffled about what to do. like he gives off hot shit energy, but when you tell him heโd be your first, he gets flustered. he feels pressured to make sure itโs good since he will be your first impression of sex.
โก you end up having to tell him to calm down. โkyle, oh my god, itโs fine! it doesnโt have to be perfect. i just want it to be with you.โ and that definitely relaxes him a bit. he just doesnโt wanna ruin this for you. itโs actually quite sweet.
โก heโs on the bed, on top of you, kissing you and slowly stripping both of your clothing. when youโre both in underwear he makes an offer. โdid you wanna be on top, love?โ you give him an unsure look. โidk, i'm not really sure what iโm doing,โ you say shyly, playing with the chain around his neck as it dangles above you. gaz rolls over and takes you with him. โyou donโt havta if you donโt wanna, but this way you get to control everything. because shitโฆ idk how well iโm gonna be able to control myself once iโm in you.โ your face goes red hot.
โก you take him up on his offer and stay straddling him. you let him help you line yourself up with him and you sink down ever so slowly, gritting your teeth as you do. gaz has his hands on your hips, panting as you take him teasingly slow. โthatโs it, baby,โ he encourages.
โก your hands rest on his chest, sitting slightly forward as you take your time sinking down all the way. once youโre fully seated, gaz letโs out a guttural grunt, his eyes squeezed shut, his voice strained, โfuckโyeah, good t-thing youโre leadinโ this because with how fuckinโ good ya feel, i'd be tempted to fuckin' plow right into you.โ his words leave you slightly embarrassed. gaz opens his eyes and looks at you lovingly. โugh, youโre a fuckinโ dream,โ he groans.
โก not only does his words make you more excited, but it makes you more confident. you begin to move up and down, putting your weight on your hands. gaz hands grip your hips tightly in his fingers, clawing at you as you ride him.
โก after several minutes of this, he rolls you under him making you squeal. โi canโt hold back any longer,โ he says as he slides out of you and thrusts back in. he definitely does it more powerfully than you were, but it doesnโt hurt. it feels good letting him do the work. he buries his head in your neck, โjusโ let me know if iโm going to fast.โ
โก it isnโt much longer until youโre squeezing around him, making him groan and grunt wildly. just hearing him like that, knowing itโs you causing it, has you spilling over the edge. the way you tighten around him sends him over the edge as well.
โก youโre both panting as he lays beside you, pulling you into him. โjesus,โ he murmurs.
โi always thought it was supposed to kinda suck for women the first time,โ you said. gaz looks down at you, running his fingers in your hair, and laughs. you both begin giggling, both ecstatic and feeling amazing. youโve never felt closer to him in that moment.
โก gaz couldnโt believe how good it felt to have you coming with him and he's so excited, he's rolling you under him, asking if you're ready for round two.
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can you please do a Carlos imagine where Carlos and Y/N are out partying after a race. Y/N gets approached by a drunk and inappropriate guy who either trys to touch her says some inappropriate things, and Carlos steps in. Heโs the crazy protective boyfriend, and he ends up getting into a fight with the guy. Carlos gets cut by a broken beer bottle during the fight, so Y/N gets to care for his wound, and basically gets to play nurse on Carlos
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: after winning the australian grand prix, carlos and you decide to take on some partying. what you didn't expect was to end the night nursing your boyfriend.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: slightly suggestive at the end (16+), depictions of blood and fighting, reader is harassed by creepy ugly disgusting man, mentions of alcohol, small consolation, poor humour, google translated spanish by yours truly, fluff, and lastly, shitty proof-reading
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: carlos sainz x girlfriend!fem!reader
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๐/๐: so so sorry it took this long! i didn't go fully for smut because idk if you wanted it but i'm happy to make a part two in the near future! hope you enjoyed it โก๏ธ
๐/๐: welcome to my drabble/blurb phase because i, for the life, of me cannot produce long fics consistently despite constantly having ideas! although i am redefining the meaning of drabbles and blurbs with this word count :)
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The Australian Grand Prix. The third race into the season. Max had won the last two, predictably setting the tone for the rest of the year. Carlos, on the other hand, needed to up his game.
You were together when you found out he had lost his seat for the following year. Boy, were you gutted. Carlos had done everything in his power, forever compared to Ferrari's golden boy. He liked Charles, but what the fuck was he supposed to do with this type of treatment? And to make matters worse, Lewis was a great driver pulling great results in shit car.
Carlos needed to win. He needed to be the most wanted in that damn paddock. And while Max was winning so far, the universe often has it's odd ways.
Even if that was in the form of fiery flames on Max's brakes in the opening laps.
You remembered it as clear as day.
You were in as much disbelief as anyone else, eyes widened as Max's car slowed, grey smoke billowing out of the rear while even the Haas and Williams surpassed him.
Your eyes hesitantly moved to the large screens in the garage, zoning in on the number one row to see Carlos' name sprawled next to it. A gasp fell from your lips, eyes averting to a shouting Oรฑoro before you hugged each other with shaky hands.
Your heart was in your ears, thudding in echoes. Hands sticky at your sides as you watched the the last lap. You knew the outcome. Yet you couldn't stomach it. With a tight throat, you weren't sure if you going to throw up or break into tears.
Instead of your heartbeat, you found the roars of Ferrari deafening. Flashes of white cameras mixed with the air as the sun warmed your golden boy. Looking up through your lashes, you caught his gleaming smile before catching the feel of his lips on yours.
Carlos had won. He was the most wanted driver in the damn paddock.
And that deserved a celebration.
You and Carlos weren't ones for partying. Not unless it was with the right people. And there was nothing more right than a Grand Prix winner and all his supporters in one place.
It was packed. Bodies so close together, full of sweaty rivulets amongst the humidity and strobe lights. The music felt foundational as it coursed from your feet and into your veins.
Carlos watched you dance in front of him. You were remarkable. Skin so flushed that in even in the flickering lights, you radiated. Your hair stuck to your glittering skin, but nowhere near as close as the dress you had worn for him.
He smiled softly at the cheeky gaze your gave him, large hand reaching out to grab your waist. His cheek skimmed your face as he pressed a kiss onto your cheek. "You're killing me."
"All in a day's work," you quipped, hanging your hands around his neck. You could hear Carlos' huff of amusement over the pulsing music. You held those brown puppy eyes, drinking them in, you smiled. "I'm proud of you, cariรฑo."
The humour on his face faded, replaced by a moment of fulfilment. His other hand moved to caress your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. His thumb moved in small soothing circles. "Thank you."
His words sounded like a whisper in the loudness, but you could hear how much it meant to him as much as you could see it.
You lifted your head up, bringing your lips to his. Carlos' grip on your waist tightened, his own lips quirking into a smile as you kissed him with the entirety of your heart. Gone was any trace of alcohol or humidity in the air. All you could feel, smell, and taste was Carlos. And you loved it.
Breathlessly, you begrudgingly moved away from Carlos, taking a moment to come up for air.
"Let me get you a drink, hermosa," Carlos offered, grinning at the jut of your lips as you pouted. "I'll be back soon. Fastest pitstop ever."
You laughed loudly, throwing your head back, entirely unaware of the mystical trance you had brought Carlos into. With the nod of your head, you gestured for him to go on.
Watching the retreating figure of Carlos, you found yourself amused and entertained at the sight of Lando's valiant DJing efforts. Another driver who was enjoying his first podium of the year.
You were only moving lightly to the music, waiting for Carlos with little patience. But the sudden cold shiver that had travelled up your body had set the alarms off in your mind. Your throat felt dry at the unfamiliar hand on your shoulder and your body felt uneasy upon looking at the sleazy stranger.
"Hello, sweetheart! How are you doing?" The Australian accent was exceptionally loud over the music and the alcohol reeked, particularly from the beer bottle in his hand.
You winced, trying to keep a fake smile at bay. "Great," you murmured, attempting to move your shoulder away from him but the man's fingers were latched.
"Aw, now don't be like that," he retorted, taking a step closer to you. "Let's dance... get to know each other a little, hmm?"
The hairs of your body stood straight. "I... my boyfriend will be here soon, then we can get to know each other."
You wanted to shrivel into a ball at the sickening laugh that had fallen from the stranger's lips. "Oh, he doesn't need to know anything. Come on, baby," he egged, bottled-hand suddenly finding your waist, "can't you feel how much I want you?"
Bile found it's way up your throat but you managed to keep it down. "No, I don't," you said sharply, "you need to leave."
You tried to move your hands away from him, pushing at his chest, but his grip was only getting tighter, moving down your body in the most repulsing manner. What the hell? Suddenly you felt like you were all alone in this club. Where the hell was everyone?
"She said leave."
You snapped your head to the familiar Spanish voice, relief flooding into your system but only momentarily as the scenario escalated at an unearthly speed.
Your eyes widened, feeling a mix of warm and cold air rush past your body as the stranger was ripped off of you and thrown to the ground. Shit.
You couldn't gather what was even going on. Carlos was straddling the man, pummelling him repeatedly. The music, you think, has stopped. A crowd had formed. Lando and Oรฑoro had quickly made their way, trying to diffuse the situation.
Your heart skipped a few beats as Carlos took a few hits himself. And the sound of glass shattering bordered on you having a heart attack. Fuck, fuck, this was bad. You could see people pull out their phones, recording, which only baffled you even more.
You aided Oรฑoro in pulling Carlos away, sucking in a sharp breath at the string of angry curses falling your boyfriend's mouth, moving between English to Spanish. "ยกJodido gilipollas! ยฟQuiรฉn coรฑo te crees que eres? That's my girlfriend, you creep. ยกNunca la toques con esas asquerosas manos! ยกTe joderรฉ si te vuelvo a ver!" Fucking asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are? That's my girlfriend, you creep. Don't ever touch her with those disgusting hands! I will fuck you up if I ever see you again!"
"Es suficiente, Carlos," you appeased, urging him to stay away as you began to spot the runs of blood down the sides of his face and neck, mixed in with the loose beer. That's enough, Carlos.
You still weren't sure what was going on. You had no idea where Oรฑoro had gone after sending you and Carlos to your hotel room because, God forbid, Carlos' PR team had a lot of work to do, legally and socially.
Lando had briefly dropped in, grabbing a first aid kid from the hotel staff before leaving with Oรฑoro.
You quietly watched Carlos walk into the room, towel wrapped around his waist, water covering his body as he had washed off all the beer and blood.
Carlos captured the pained look on your face, eyeing the patches of red skin across his chest and the nicks on his face. He sighed, holding in a wince as he sat next to you. "I'm fine, hermoโ"
"You are an idiot," you cut him off, handing him the ice pack you had made from the hotel's materials. "Hold this on your chest, it'll reduce the swelling."
You leaned in the further, trying to take a better look at him. A frown made it's way onto your face. The more you looked, the worse you felt. The red patches on his chest, the bruised cheek, and the worst of all, the horrid gash across his hand.
Carlos carefully watched you chew your lip, tediously grabbing his injured hand, inspecting the wound. The pain which had gotten worse in midst of his shower quickly began to dissipate at your touch. If there was any stinging pain, he couldn't feel it, even when you had cleaned the gash.
"Why didn't you call me?" Carlos queried, breaking the thick silence that had been held over you.
You paused your cleaning, briefly flickering your eyes to his face before quickly averting in the fear you would be sucked up into a whole new problem in those luring brown eyes. Furrowing your brows, you resumed. "I had it under control," you lied with a determined stubbornness.
Carlos laughed softly in amusement before wincing at the stretch of his bruised cheek. He sighed. "I don't doubt that you did," he started, hand reaching out to gently move your chin towards him, "but you should've come and found me. Or even Oรฑoro or Lando."
You couldn't help but return a sigh, hesitantly putting the antiseptic onto his hand, awaiting any jerking reaction. You realised he was waiting for some sort of response, ignoring any pain shooting up his fingers. "I know," you told him, "I just... froze."
Carlos softened his eyes. "Cรฃrino... I'm sorry you had to go through that. I-I should've stayed. Are you okay?"
You gave him a pointed look. He had already asked you that, mere seconds after you had pulled him away from the fight. You held back an eye roll at the raised brows Carlos gave you. "I'm fine, Carlos. I'm not the one beat up."
"If I got there any later..." Carlos trailed off, unsure if he was sick or angry at the thought.
You paused, almost falling into the same train of thought but you shook it off. You grabbed the roll of bandage, unravelling the strip of white around his hand. "But you didn't," you reassured, giving him a small smile. Carlos smiled, nodding in agreement.
"Can we exterminate men?"
A laugh quickly fell from your lips at the question. God, how many times have you thought about that one before?
You finished wrapping the bandage, tying a small secure knot before grabbing the ice pack from his other hand. Inching closer to him, you gently pressed the ice on his cheek. "And what about you then?"
Carlos raised a brow, using his free hand to pull you onto his lap. You gasped at the coldness on your waist as waves of cold flushed your body. "I'm excluded from this... obviously."
"Obviously," you repeated, rolling your eyes. "Are you sure though? Because I wouldn't mind it," you teased.
"Really?" Carlos narrowed his eyes, leaning in closer to you. "You wouldn't mind no kisses, no hugs, no... touches?"
All of a sudden your throat felt dry at his words. His cold fingers ghosting down the side of your neck with a following trail of goosebumps. And yet you felt hot.
You pretended to ponder for a minute, trying your absolute best to ignore the brown eyes watching you or the fingers grazing your chest. "I think I'm okay with it," you whispered.
Carlos stopped moving his hand and gave you a dry look. "Well I'm not," he childishly retorted before bringing his lips to yours.
His lips were soft as per usual, taking you by surprise with the intensity of this kiss. You could feel his arm tighten around your waist, warmth spreading across your body as his bandaged hand gently held your face.
You were melting at his touch. His tongue was navigating your mouth, consuming your very being. You could feel his hand adjust you on his lap, letting you feel something else entirely.
Carlos' breath hitched at the feel of you hand snaking up his bare thigh, inching closer and closer to where he was aching the most. His hand shot out, covering your own through the towel he was wearing.
You parted from his lips, raising a brow with a panting chest. You could see his lust-ridden eyes, practically begging for you do to do more.
"Take it back."
You mended your brows. What on earth was he... oh.... oh.
With a firm sigh, you relented. "Fine, you won't be exterminated. I guess... it would be hard to live without you."
Carlos grinned, satisfied with your answer. "True... and we would have the hardest job of all."
"And what's that?" You asked, eagerly awaiting his response with perked ears.
Carlos' injury-free hand stretched out, moving your hair behind your ears before grazing past your cheek and landing on your lips. He smiled widely. "To repopulate the earth, hermosa."
You gasped, instinctively hitting his chest. "Carlos!"
The Spaniard dramatically winced at the action, holding his bandaged hand to his chest.
"Mierda," you cursed, "I'm so sorry, cariรฑo." Your eyes darted around, ensuring you hadn't made anything worse.
Carlos tapped your thigh, directing your attention to him. "Can we go back to repopulating the earth now?"
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being the girlfriend of swellview's resident sidekick could be tough sometimes. always covering for him, constantly worrying about his safety, forever missing him...
but, regardless, he always made sure to remind you that you are the most important thing in his life. even if he has to wake you out of a dead sleep to do it...
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fem!girlfriend!reader x henry hart - she/her/hers pronouns! - knows henry's super-identity/works with captain man!
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during season four (and up) (vaguely) - it's mildly implied to be winter
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cursing (I think? I don't remember, but just in case lol) - yelling (in a jokey/lighthearted way tho) - henry being so boyfriend - a poison ivy knock-off gets featured in here cuz I thought it would be funny lmao - lmk if I missed anything /แ ~ห~ใ.
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As you stocked shelves and marked down certain pricey items for the holiday's swift approach, you couldn't help but huff. Couldn't help but wonder why it was you had agreed to such a position. Hardly anyone even comes into Junk n' Stuff! Why did you have to play pretend employee for a vacant audience when you could be down in the Mancave with Charlotte and Schwoz, observing and maybe even solving crime and mysteries?
At this point, you might as well have taken real a job at a real shop or store.
But, then again... you were getting the bonus perks of higher pay, given as your boss was a literal superhero. And, because of the fact that the whole of Junk n' Stuff was a front, customers were rare. It was like being on break from three to ten, only ever selling to the occasional old person looking for a rare trinket, or a curious kid looking to resell something "vintage." Whatever the case, you were on your phone for most of the time, and were always happy to work alongside your best friend and your superhero boyfriend.
The third perk, you realized, even if you weren't exactly on the field beside him. You supposed it wasn't all bad. It's not like a lot of other girls had the guilty pleasure of saying the same.
"I work at a fake mom and pop shop that barely gets any customers, but it's okay because it's just a cover up for my boss who's actually Captain Man, and his sidekick, Kid Danger, is actually my boyfriend. My best friend Charlotte and I work to keep him safe every other day, and to top it all off, I get paid more than what my parents make in a week."
You shook your head, huffing to yourself in amusement. Not only was it a mouthful to say, but it sounded insane. Not that you'd ever actually say it to anyone but yourself in your head. But, speaking- er, thinking of...
You pulled your phone from your back pocket, taking your focus off of the box of probably stale snacks you were stacking near the front desk and onto Henry's already open contact. You scanned over your thread of texts between each other, your last message from earlier in the day still left on delivered. You didn't take this to heart, already aware of how busy his missions tended to get. And dangerous, too, hence why you had initially sent...
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And sure, after checking now, seeing you'd been left on delivered the whole time mildly stung. But you understood and didn't allow that to be the thing that slightly dampened your mood. Instead, you remained worried for your boyfriend, contemplating if you should send another text his way. Or maybe even call him. Just to see...
You fanned the idea away, setting your phone face down on the floor and continuing to do your "job." Anything to take your mind off of the peril Henry could be facing right now, and the last thing he needed was you distracting him. You wouldn't be needy. At least, not right now. But you'd continue to wonder what was happening, where he was, what dangers he was facing...
"Oh...! (Y/N)."
You turned at the sound of your name, smiling as Charlotte stepped out of the elevator.
"It's past ten, I thought you'd be home by now."
"Me too...!" You sighed, a dry chuckle leaving along with. "I guess I was just subconsciously hoping Ray and Henry would be back by now."
Charlotte gave her own chuckle and an understanding nod at your half-joking confession, moving closer until she was squatted beside and assisting you with the rest of your stocking.
"I wouldn't worry too much. They got this. They always do."
"I know, it's just-"
"-Besides, it's only Greenleaf. And you already know..."
You two shot each other a knowing glance, finishing her sentence at the same time together before laughing.
"...She always folds for Ray."
As you set up the last of the snacks, the two of you stood, cardboard box on your hip while Charlotte had scooped up your phone and handed it back to you.
"You're right, you're right." You admitted, tossing your head from side to side with a shrug. "Plus, I'm pretty sure her goals are relatively Mother Nature related. Can't say I blame her."
"Excatly." Charlotte agreed. "She rarely ever does any real harm, so trust me, Henry will text you back before you know it."
And with that, you two shared your final goodbyes for the evening, and your fret had subsided. Like you said, she was right, Greenleaf more of a particular "low level" classified supervillain, which meant an easy battle. If you'd even call it that. You predicted that right about now, Ray was doing his best to appeal to her charm and romance to subdue her, and though gross... it always seemed to work, so you didn't question it.
With that in mind, you finally decided to call in, clocking out for the evening and daydreaming on the walk home of a hearty dinner, a hot shower, and the warmth and cozy of your bed.
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In the comfort of your room with your nighttime routine accomplished, you remained settled in bed with your eyes glued to your phone. Maybe not the healthiest option, but TikTok was very compelling in the late evenings. Especially when you needed a good laugh or a new song/audio to discover and add to your playlist. You scrolled endlessly, allowing the time to tick by without worry or care because tomorrow (in an hour or two) would be a stress free Saturday.
The millionth swipe upwards of your thumb brought you to your next video, a boy and a girl close in age to yourself participating in a trend that had been circling around for a little bit. It was cute, the way they both adorned wide, cheesy smiles, and their pajamas matched with each other. Even while they performed a popular dance, sticking to routine, you could sense the chemistry they had with one another through the screen. All of it ending with the boy scooping her into his arms, littering kisses across her face that she giggled at over the music.
If anyone asked, you'd be a little embarrassed to admit that you had let the video replay several times before giving it a like and then scrolling away. But, you couldn't - no - wouldn't deny the achy feeling it left you with.
Suddenly, you were no longer laughing at everything you saw and/or heard. No longer wishing to be on the app itself any longer because the ache in your chest was growing too much to bear. Too much for you to ignore, thinking about that random couple and their adorable antics.
How much it reminded you of your own boyfriend; how much you really did miss Henry. It wasn't like you didn't see each other often, practically every day. But it didn't stop you from always wishing to be near him, that he was with you. Family, school, and being a superhero did take up quite a bit of his attention, not that you doubted you were the fourth thing on his list. Selfishly, you assumed the second, at least...
But anyhow, in an attempt to rid yourself of the ache and to refrain from pestering him, you migrated from TikTok to your gallery, scrolling around until you reached a large cluster of pictures and videos from days past.
First thing, you were met with a short thread of silly pictures, Henry striking poses and making faces he'd forbid from showing to anyone, and you immediately sent them to Charlotte and Jasper agreed, for the sake of his dignity. Or just some random action shots, the complete blur of his figure due to moving too fast, which you would keep because they were still funny, after all.
But eventually, you came across a video, it automatically playing as you watched in reminiscence of your time at the mall together. You were both fresh from a Bath & Body Works, your phone's point of view shaking and aimed as though it were snooping around in your bag before pulling away and revealing your hand being held by none other than Henry himself.
"What'd ya' get me?" You chirped as though you hadn't just shown the audience already. But, it was clear you wanted to hear it from him at the time, both past/video and present you giggling at the way Henry shot a smirk your way with eyes that read, "Really?"
"What I always get you." He answered simply, looking ahead as you two walked. "The world."
"Harhar." You could be heard giving an equally sarcastic laugh before adding, "Yes, but specifically this time."
"Boba and (signature/scent)."
Again, both past/video and present you shared another laugh, and you were sure of the fact that you were admiring him shamelessly with your eyes full of love at that moment, just as you were now as the video went on.
"How come?" You pressed with glee, Henry's head shifting back towards you as he spoke.
"'Cause I love you. 'Cause you deserve it. 'Cause it feels gooood."
He laughed along with you at the way he elongated his words at the end of his sentence, a quirk he picked up from who-knows-where that always had you playfully rolling your eyes. In real time, though, the video had ended there, and you were swift to find another one, craving more of that feeling... that mock-comfort of Henry being with you when he actually wasn't.
It was the best you could do, for now, so you'd continue, snuggling deeper into your blankets and pillows while his voice kept ringing out from your phone.
"You smell really good." Was his first comment, ironically per the last video, stated while you admired yourself in selfie mode before switching to the back camera.
He was already stalking closer towards your position on his bed, in his room, before flopping down right into your lap and looking up at you like a puppy.
"And I love your eyes."
"My eyes?" You questioned, as though you were surprised, or as if he should be talking about someone else's.
"Mhm." He nodded slowly. "Your beautiful eyes and those lips of yours. You're too perfect, y'might have to get that checked out or something."
Your laugh at his joking statement caused the camera to shake, and it made you realize that in the moment, you had missed the way he continued to behold you. To cherish the rest of your features and run his hand against your lower stomach as his face flushed with red at the sound of your giggles. Laughter he caused, which made him happy, you assumed, given the way he couldn't even fight his own smile.
You wished you hadn't missed it all at the time, but were glad you were seeing it now; all of his love that then went poured into one gesture before the video ended.
He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with a gentleness you were still currently missing, the video ending, and the silence of your room setting in.
It didn't help the ache like you thought it would, possibly even making it worse. And because of that, you thought it wise to call it a night, giving your messages one more check before making the last minute choice to send another. A final one for the evening, because at least that would bring you peace of mind.
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"So, uhh... you ever try Olive Garden?"
The woman, hair fiery red and a fitted suit made from the vines and plants she created (which were now being chopped away at by police in light of her villainous attempts), shot the man, Captain Man, a look of confusion and disgust. If her wrists hadn't been bound by handcuffs, she'd send another vine after him just for his obliviousness.
"No. I would never in my life..."
She didn't even have to finish her sentence, the tone implying that she wouldn't be caught dead eating from a place that required slaughtering animals and ripping plants from the ground just to serve "fine" cuisine.
"Is Olive Garden not vegan?"
Greenleaf couldn't even fathom a rebuttal to such stupidity, that fact clearly written all over her face as she was hauled away by more policemen. Ray, of course, didn't exactly catch on but jumped at Henry's shout from behind.
"Dude...!" A pause, striking out a hand to further enforce his demand. "Stop flirting with the supervillain...!"
"I'm-! . . ." Ray couldn't even deny that he was doing such a thing (granted, Greenleaf is an attractive woman), but would take advantage of his older age anyhow, pointing an index finger towards his younger partner sternly.
"Mind your business! Unlike you, Kid Danger, I have had the pleasure of time, which has allotted me the grace of perfecting my wit, savvy, and charm, I'll have you know. So-"
He was interrupted by Henry's gloved palm resting against his face, serving as a method to stop him from strolling any closer while Henry casually scrolled through his phone, his tone all the same.
"Hang on, my girlfriend just texted me."
Ray scoffed, seconds away from letting Henry know that he shouldn't be distracted on the job. That is, until he continued to go on with a flat tone, underlying bits of hilarity under it in attempts to get under Ray's skin.
"Y'know, the thing you don't have? The girl I used my natural born wit, savvy, and charm on to win over?"
"I get it!!"
Henry looked up with a smile at Ray's exclamation, innocently nodding with a swift, "Yeah." before putting his attention back to his screen.
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Goodnight
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What had been giddiness at first morphed into a feeling of guilt, thoughts of your saddened face sinking deep into his brain the moment he realized he had missed your texts. That you had apparently even gone to bed without hearing so much as a word from him all evening.
And sure, he knew you'd probably excuse it the next day, simply telling him that it "was fine" and that you "understood." And while that might be the case, he couldn't help but give in to the thought that you'd much rather have gotten to hear from him tonight. At the very least.
Besides, it's not like he didn't miss you, too. He missed you a lot, actually. You constantly on the brain every single time he fought and/or solved any crime, because if there was one person he'd guarantee the safety of while being in Swellview, it was you. But, along with your safety, he also wanted to make things up to you. He wanted your happiness. And he knew he was one of the sole people who could provide that, therefore...
"Alright, I gotta' get outta' here."
"What?" Captain Man blinked rapidly, unexpecting of Henry's sudden announcement of departure. "No-! No, we have to clean up this mess. Look at all of these vines!"
"Yep, it's...quite the jungle." Henry admitted lacklusterly, nodding to himself before throwing a thumb over his shoulder and slowly backing away. "But, uh, it's Friday, and..."
"Exactly! Friday night, no school, which leaves you plenty of time to help me out. You're on clean-up duty tonight, bud!"
Henry, again, nodded along with Ray's words. He continued to take his giant steps away from the scene, talking fast and only thinking about you in the process, hence why his logic came out a little more than flawed...
"Right, except no, because last I checked, the saying goes, "Blow bubbles fight crime, feels good." Not, "Blow bubbles, fight crime, clean up a mess that's not mine." And, I gotta be honest, that would not feel very good. It would actually feel baaaad, which is exactly how you-know-who is probably feeling right about now..."
"Don't even say her name, kid."
A pause lingered in the air before Henry disobeyed direct instruction.
"I gotta go see (Y/N)."
And he was gone before the conversation could continue, Ray left on his own to help the police with deforesting the city's town hall. And, as much as it behooved him to do so, he couldn't help but admit to himself that if he was still Henry's age with a girl like you, he'd probably do the same.
He huffed, giving his sidekick the benefit of the doubt for tonight.
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Tossing and turning slowly as you woke, you hadn't yet processed what it was that had actually brought you from your slumber until you were fully sitting up in bed, finally able to recognize the sound as a gentle knock.
This then alarmed you, your head whipping around your surroundings in a flurry in an attempt to pinpoint the sound that had spiked up your heart rate in the dead of night. But, once you had managed to place the noise coming from your window, your fear settled into more of a light curiosity and confusion. It brought you from your bed, your feet now met with the cold air around you as you crept forward towards your window.
Steadily pulling back your curtains, your caution slowly turned into joy and surprise, a smile spreading across your face that matched the one on your boyfriend's own face behind the glass.
"Henry...!" You whisper-shouted, his name muffled as he watched you move to unlock your window. He was grateful that you were quick with this action, no longer having to mildly shiver outside while you pulled him through and onto your bedroom floor, admiring his figure in the dimness of your room.
"It's so late, what're you doing here?"
Your question escaped in the midst of a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes while his own darted back to where the clock sat on your nightstand.
12:54a.m.
"I know, I'm sorry, (N/N). I didn't mean to wake you." He apologized, using a nickname that brought another smile to your face once the yawn had passed.
"I just...didn't want you to think I was ignoring you, y'know? I would've answered your texts sooner, I was just-"
"-I know." You cut in with a nod. "I understand, it's okay."
He laughed quietly to himself, all too correct about your compassion when it came to him that he sometimes felt he didn't fully deserve. Like now, keeping his hands hidden behind his back with something that'd hopefully make up for it all.
"It's not, though. I wanna be fair to you with my time. Want you to know that I care about you and that I'll be there for you, whether I'm Kid Danger or just Henry Hart."
"Woah, hey, you're not... just Henry Hart." You corrected, coming closer and placing a tired hand on his shoulder. It was only here that you realized he wore nothing but a white t-shirt, the rest of his super-apparel tied around his waist, red cargo pants and combat boots still intact. Pretty on point symbolism for the moment, if anyone asked you...
"You... are Henry Hart. You're my boyfriend with a lot on your plate, and I know that it's just not fair of me to expect all of your time, which is why I don't. But no matter what, I do love you for giving me whatever you can, so it's very much okay."
You didn't have to be able to see his face clearly to know he was probably just as red as he was in your videos from earlier, his bashful smile going hidden when he let his head drop for just a moment.
"I love you, too." A pause before he quickly debunked your reassurance with some of his own. "And it's not okay, which is why I got you these..."
And suddenly, you realized why he had kept his hands hidden behind him like some wise old man, revealing to you a bouquet of flowers of all kinds. An almost randomized assortment that'd be pretty hard to find in any flower shop. At any shop at all, given...
"Oh my gosh, they're so pretty! It's like, midnight, though, where did you get these?" You squealed quietly, doing your best not to wake up any family in the house while you took the flowers into your hands and admired them the best you could under the moon's light.
"Uhh..."
Henry really didn't know how to answer that, scratching the back of his neck in remembrance of his horrid sneak attempt through his neighbor's backyard.
"I stole 'em." Was what came out way too nonchalantly, leaving you to choke on air while your eyes widened.
"What...?! Henry-!"
"I'm kidding, I didn't steal-... Well... I mean, technically, yes, but not in the way that you're thinking."
"I don't know what I'm thinking...!" You burst through confused laughter. "My boyfriend just told me he stole flowers for me. From where?!"
His eyes shifted from you, to the side, and then back again, folding at the sight of your expecting face looking back up at him.
"My neighbor..." His voice strained quietly, and you could all but sigh and shake your head, letting your nose bury itself back into the makeshift bouquet of freshly stolen flowers.
"That old lady is gonna strangle you with her bare, wrinkly hands."
Henry snorted, sparing you his impulsive thought of the fact she'd have to know it was and catch him first, and instead, fake pain at your light slaps to his chest.
"You're supposed to be a superhero, not a midnight theif...!"
"Hey, c'mon..." He cooed, tugging you closer and smiling when you did begrudgingly move forward towards him.
"...You know I'd go rogue for you any time."
"Y'know, I'm starting to miss Kid Danger." You quipped with a smirk. "At least he'd know better than to pluck flowers from someone's garden."
"Mmm. Fair." He nodded before obnoxiously pushing his forehead up against yours. "But does he kiss you the same way I do?"
"Mmm-"
And before you could pretend to debate the matter, he had done just that, forever gentle with you as he placed his lips on yours and stole any thoughts, stability in your legs, and air in your lungs you had left.
Well, maybe not steal. You'd let him have that any time, the same way he'd bring you flowers at midnight to make up for any of his absences.
Just the thought had you breaking the kiss with another giggle, your turn to grow shy at the attention before you were finally able to fully heal the last little remnants of that ache in your chest.
"You should stay."
You threw it out as a casual suggestion even though you were practically screaming inside for him to say yes. And of course, you got your wish, because what wouldn't he do for you?
"I will."
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but seriously, I really hope you enjoyed, this was super fun and cute for me to write. got me wishing he was under my tree for xmas๐โ๐ฝ.
also, I apologize for this taking as long as it did, there's reasons I have that will be later explained in a separate post/announcement, so ya :'D.
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College Photography Teacher!Jungkook x Student!Reader - e2l
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all works of writing/summaries are not owned by me, and all credits go to the respective writers! this list will be updated periodically with stories i have read โก i thought that as a writer myself who consumes talented stories on this site, it would be good for me to show you all a fraction of what i read myself tehe (i read majority poly!teez/mc so that category will be filled!!) โ
โ note: 90% of these fics will contain mature themes, since it's all i read! please read the specific author's notes before reading!
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โ โค๏ธ mists of celeste (??/reader, several pairings) by @hongism
genre: scifi/space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut, fluff
summary: sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but youโll have to make do with what fate has handed to you.
notes: as an atiny on tumblr.com, i feel like it's a rite of passage to read moc. it's one of the best written works i have had the privilege of reading. it's gripping, it's heartbreaking, it's filled with yearning and love, and has you hoping that the characters survive this ordeal. san i love you most you can tell by the masterlist alone that she has crafted a whole space pirate universe intricately and with the utmost care. she deals with the trauma of the characters so so well and i cant lie ive cried a lot reading it jdhdksjddj, it's the fic that made me start reading ateez ff, i mean, i started reading before even knowing ateez and i had to have a separate tab open to remember who was who. that alone can tell you how much of a work of art this is. omg, im blabbering, but please read this.
โ hotel california (ot8/reader) by @mint-yooxgi
genre:ย yandere, demon!au
summary: checking in to a hotel ran by yandere!Ateez, the boys decide she can no longer leave
my notes: im not too sure how i came across this work, i think it was an endless scroll of me trying to find something to read, but nevertheless, this story. i have not finished it yet (a great and utter pity) but from what ive read so far. im actually very concerned on how much ive read of this in one night ๐จ, i think the plot is so so unique, i love a strong mc who does not take any shit whatsoever, i love gaslighting demon!ateez ๐โโ๏ธ. i had to stare at the wall several times while reading,, felt like jim in the office truly. UGH it's just so good??? i can't recommend enough!! PLEASE READ.
โ โค๏ธ the answer (ot8?/reader, side pairings) by @berryunho
genre: cult au, thriller
summary: life is great until your best friend goes missing your senior year of university, leaving little more than an apology and goodbye. Months later, youโre determined to find out what happened to him and discover a situation much more complicated than you would have ever anticipated - as in - Kim Hongjoong doesnโt like the word โcult.โ He prefers 'sect.'
my notes: i first discovered this fic on ao3 and somehow found out lauren had a tumblr blog but i digress โ i found this one night and was so excited that i found something so so unique and different and i am pretty sure i didn't sleep until 4am reading everything omg . it's truly so funny and i adore the main character more than anything, the snide remarks truly encompass and make you feel their emotions? cult leader hongjoong is something else... without spoiling hfjdjf. i beg lauren often for a spoiler because it's just that good. please read.
โ OUTLAW (ot8/reader, side pairings) by @staytinyville
genre: wild west!au, smut(?), angst
summary: you thought you would be spending the rest of your life tending to the hotel your family ran. while you knew it was common to see bandits come and go in your town, you felt safe in your home. at least safe enough with a weapon at your disposal. however you were no match for eight men who were known to most as outlaws around the plains. hawt kind of adventures did they go on?
my notes: i started reading this a while back and have yet to finish, but so far the premise is so so so interesting and i love readying cowboy aus rjkfjkdrfkj ITS SO GOOD!!!! I CANT WAIT TO CATCH UP
โ sway with me (ot8/reader, wooyoung/reader) by @luvt0kki
genre: sci-fi/space/futuristic!au
summary: former noble turned space pirate, wooyoung was now part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. sure heโs only known them for six months but thereโs only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next. the ship was their home, his homeโฆand the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet.
my notes: tokki already knows all of this but,,, i started this a month or so ago? and i read the first chapter and i legit lost my mind,,, in the calmest way possible... the first chapter is gripping and it sets a environment that i very much would love to live in??? it's just so so well written, and the reader is very much my type NDFAKKJ ANYWAY... it's told from the pov of wooyoung and i love it??? so MUCH?? please read ok bye
โ one more rep (woosan x reader) by @cheollipop
genre: smut, f2l, trainers woosan
summary: san got a little too excited watching you exercise in purple โ his favourite colour โ and wooyoung was nothing if not a tease. turning their attention back to you, they didn't expect to see you equally worked-up.
my notes: ???? i actually read this a few times,,,, this fic yall.... i cannot... the mental image of woosan in the gym makes me delusional enoughdsjkaskfjksd PLEASE.
โ like a dream (yungi x reader) by cheollipop
genre: bf!yungi, smut
summary: with only the orange hues of the lamp illuminating the room, they have you for the first time, and it feels just like a dream.
my notes: yunho and mingi are my weakness,, so the both of them together.....
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โ horizon by @pxedpiper (ft. ateez/f.reader)
genre: pirate!au
summary: once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.
my notes: i just found this the other day but remembering reading it a while ago! it's so so well written and i enjoyed it sm ๐ฅน
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โ safe haven (mingi/reader) by @atxxzist
genre: bodyguard!au, fluff
summary: your father has had enough of your shit, and hires Song Mingi; his best friend's son, to be your personal bodyguard
my notes: is it possible to fall down the mingi hole deeper than i already have? maybe! this fic pretty much lives in my head,,, endlessly,,,, i love mingi. i love this au so much and i especially love bodyguard aus, i think it's one of my favorite genres and this deepens it.... PLEASE READ.
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โ rough rider (wooyoung x afab!reader) by @choism
genre: smut
summary: In which you meet a hot twink at a club who has a slightly unhealthy obsession with the 2000's and y2k bimbocore.
my notes: i......... there's no way i can describe this fic... if u yearn for wooyoung the way i do. read this.
โ what happened to slow down? (bf!wooyoung x reader) by @ja3hwa
genre: smut
summary: coming back from a house party, you and woo couldn't seem to keep your hands off one another. everything was happening so fast. you two didn't even make it to the bedroom.
my notes: insert a photo of someone throwing a phone and screaming crying, then picking it up to read the rest. thats me kjrfakfajkf
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(A Lisa Frankenstein, Eddie Munson AU)
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Summary: You learn the identity of your new undead friend, get a mini โmakeoverโ, catch your crushโs attention and bury a body while Eddie learns throwing up on the girl heโs interested in probably doesnโt display his potential as a boyfriend, but his protective nature might.
Chapter Warnings: a stinky boy, dark humor, unpleasant home life, intense longing (on eddieโs behalf). oh yeah, and murder.
a/n: so i lied, this is actually longer than the first chapter and i accepted my fate. weโre getting to the fun stuff, though. next up: more vigilante justice, eddie lore and emerging feelings for a certain dead man walking. hope you like it!
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โCโmon, over here.โ You gestured to your open doorway, watching your new zombie pal hobble up the final step and round the staircase. His movements were harsh, stiff as hell and made your bones hurt to watch for whatever reason. Every over limp was accompanied by an inhuman grunt, and you wondered if moving his limbs might actually be painful for him.
ย You were never particularly skilled in the art of masking your emotions, so your eyebrows were furrowed, mouth parted and upper lip tucked up to clearly display your phantom discomfort.ย
ย Once he was close enough, you crossed over the threshold, standing a little in front of your bed as he wandered in, large eyes immediately raking over everything on your walls. After beckoning him further in, you moved around the filthy corpse standing in your room to close the door.ย
ย โDespite your deadly good looks, we canโt risk anyone seeing you. No one else can know youโre here.โ You informed him, trying to stress the seriousness of the situation without seeming too controlling. While you had waited for The Zombie to struggle up the stairs, youโd determined there were three possible ways this town would react to discovering a member of the dead had risenโthat only seemed to be socially acceptable and celebrated in the form of Jesus Christ:
ย 1.) Pitchforks and Torches.
2.) News, Military, and Government attention, which would no doubt mean youโd have to break him out of some lab.
3.) Pitchforks and Torches, News, Military, and Government attention, which would mean youโd have to save him from an angry mob before inevitably losing him once News stations picked the story up, causing subsequent Military and Government interference and the scientific study of your undead friend in some high tech/high defense lab, leaving you to figure out how to break into and get him out of it.ย
ย Or, he could just not leave your bedroom. A beautiful alternative.
ย The Zombie didnโt even pay you any attention, stumbling forwardโand banging his foot against the leg of your bed frameโto take a better look at your things. He was grunting and groaning, though this time it seemed to be a little different. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself. Or maybe to you.ย
ย Zombies in film seemed to be able to voice their demands for brains. Could he? Did he have the same urge or need to eat brains? How would you even feed a zombie?
ย โCan you talk?โ You asked, leaning back against the door, eyes on him as he had to hop in place in order to turn his body to face you, โLike, speak? With words?โ
ย He seemed to consider your question for a moment, eyes darting to the side.
ย โUuuuuuunnnggghhh.โ
ย โSo, thatโs a no. Do youโฆdo you need brains? Because Iโm not sure I can get you any of thoseโand if you think for one second that youโre gonna eat mine, you should know I fall under fight when it comes to fight or flight responses. Iโm like an alley cat, Iโll fuck you up.โ
ย The Zombie stumbled back, rocking from side to side. It took you a moment to realize he was trying to shake his head, no.
ย Interesting.
ย โNo brains?โ
ย Again, he rocked from side to side, โUunggh-uunghh.โ
ย โOh. Okay.โ Your defenses dropped immediately as you played with your hair, pulling gently at a section of it, โWell, what do you eat?โ
ย He did the choppy shoulder raise heโd done in the livingroom earlier, โUnnhh unnhh.โย
ย Your lips curled into a small, fascinated smile. Okay, you knew he had been once alive, once a human being existing on this earth with blood pulsing through his veinsโand now he was dead.
ย Yet, he wasnโt dead. He was dead but standing in your bedroom, amongst your girly things and not so girly things, staring at you in his grotesque form, and shrugging I dunno, like some alive person. A full blown, supernatural one-time (to your knowledge) occurrence only depicted in Sci-fi films and horrors.
ย Why you? What did he want with you?
ย You hadnโt realized youโd voiced the question until he hobbled back around to your bedroom wall, raising his left hand, and the only one he seemed to have, up to one of the tombstone etchings. His fingers were all sorts of fucked up, frozen in the most uncomfortable looking positions as a result of rigor mortis in whatever position heโd died.
ย โWhat? That? Itโs just an etching I made of a tombstone.โ
ย He craned his head around, and you tried not to be freaked out with the way his neck hadnโt turned enough with it, tapping his crooked pinky finger against the craft paper and then moved it to his chest.
ย Your eyes zeroed in on the etching, trying to understand what he was attempting to tell you.ย
ย It was MUNโs tombstoneโno, Eddie Munsonโs tombstone.
ย Your jaw dropped. Had to be somewhere around your feet, on the floor. Holy. Shit.
ย โThatโs you? Youโre Eddie Munson?โ It was rude, but you openly pointed at him.
ย He didnโt grunt in response this time, rather, he began to cough and gag as he jerked his body around to get his hand in his dirty jeans.ย
ย While he did whatever it was, you took the time to take him in even further. He wore black jeans, but under his leather jacket he seemed to be wearing a discolored dress shirt that had once probably been white. You had a feeling the sneakers on his feet, while horrendously dirty, werenโt all that worn out. Dress pants were pricey, you knew that much after buying some for your father when your mother would take you to outlets and malls with her. Dress shirts were a little cheaper and new shoes were seen as a staple in big events for peoplesโ lives, such as graduations, birthdays, dances, weddings and funerals.ย
ย You had a sneaking suspicion this lively carcass hadnโt been from this part of town when he was alive.ย
ย โUUUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!โ The Zombie moaned out, almost victoriously as his stiff arm stuck straight up in the air. Dangling from his curled fingers, was your motherโs pearl necklace. Youโd seen it last when youโd entrusted MUN with it yesterday.
ย You gasped, reaching out as he lowered it into your furled palm.ย
ย With the proof in your hand and his corpse before you, you knew you were speaking to Eddie Munson. He was, without a doubt, the grave youโd been running to.
ย โHoly crap, you are Eddie Munson!โ You gripped the pearls in your fist, eyes wide and blinking rapidly to try to make sense of it all, โYou were murdered and now youโre notโI mean, you were, but youโre back from the dead, standing in myโooh, standing pretty close actually.โ
ย You tried not to flinch as you became aware of just how close heโd stumbled over to you. Definitely within arms-length. He didnโt exactly stink, his flesh looked much too leathery to actually smell (you werenโt about to lean in and sniff to test the theory), but the scent of wet dirt was strong and the smell of whatever heโd spat on you earlier seemed to be lingering.ย
ย Zombie Eddie was in desperate need of a shower.
ย โSo, this is all pretty cool and bizarreโIโm a fan of bothโbut uhm, why are you hereโฆ? Like, in my house.โ
ย He slouched even further into your space, this time you did flinch a little as the most muffled whimper sounded from him. Reminded you of the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz when he couldnโt speak properly because he was all rusted up.ย
ย Eddie held eye contact as he struggled to grab hold of your hand and the minute he did, dirt from his skin pressing into yours, you knew what was coming.
ย Because of course it would. This is something that would only happen to you.
ย Shakily, Eddie tried lifting your hand and your mouth puckered, brows furrowing before you sucked your lips into your mouth as you watched him prepare to kiss your hand with his filthy, dead, dried out lips that still had bits of that green goop heโd spat up around it.
ย You were a nice personโa relatively decent human being, but you werenโt that nice and you didnโt wanna have to go to the hospital on the off chance that you caught something from a corpse. Explaining that one would send you straight to the psych ward and probably end in some sort of abuse of a corpse charge, so you quickly pulled your hand out of his grasp, rubbing your fingers together to roll some of the dirt off of them.
ย โOkay, okay, I see, mhmโalright. Youโre here becauseโwhen I said I wished I was with you, I didnโt mean like, I wanted to have your dead bodyโฆyโknow, pressed up against mine. I meant likeโฆin the grave. Next to you. Like buried there because Iโd be dead. It was a moment of intense angstโIโm nineteen and my life is in the fucking gutter. Iโm surrounded by terrible people in this town and I have the rest of my life to live out this way.
ย โI didnโt mean to lead you on or something, and Iโm pretty sure itโs a crime to do literally anything with a corpse, other than bury it.โ
ย The two of you stood there, just staring at each other. He still hadnโt moved out of your space and you were still kind of leaning back, away from him, so you added, โSo. Just a little recap, I wanted to be dead. Did not mean I wanted to be with you. Romantically. Together. Like a couple.โ
ย And then you felt a little guilty because that wasnโt entirely true.
ย โWell, not with you as a cadaver.โ Because you had fantasized about the person in the grave being a source of comfort to you, โOrโor, you in general. โCauseโฆโcause I didnโt know it was you given how fucked up your shit was, and I didnโt know you when you were alive.โ
ย God, you were messing this up. Rather than continuing your ongoing word vomit, you flashed him a tight smile.
ย Finally, you got a reaction out of him. He creaked back, those little whimpering sounds coming from his lips before that same nasty ass green shit from before started leaking out from behind his eyeballs.
ย Youโd made him cry.
ย โOh, no. Iโm sorry! I didnโt mean to hurt your feelingsโI just moved here a couple of months ago and you were already dead by then! Iโm sure you were a lovely person and I would have liked yโyโyoโECH!โ
ย You gagged, hand flying up to cover your mouth and nose as you felt the contents of your stomach start to make its way back up. While your hand was in that position, it squeezed the tip of your nose, cutting of the assault currently taking place against it.
ย Whatever it was Zombie Eddie was secreting instead of his tears, stunk. It was the most putrid scent youโd ever had the misfortune of knowing. Nothing could compare to it, not literal shit, not vomit, not pasta that had been left out to cook in the sun for several weeks, nothing.
ย You were sure one more sniff of it, and your nostril hairs would either shrink and curl up, or disintegrate.ย
ย โMOTHER OF GODโyour tears smell horrendousโIโm gonna throw uโECH!โ
ย You gagged again, tears flooding your sight and you hurried over to the bathroom, gesturing for him to follow behind you.
ย Chrissy had left her door to the bathroom open, so you skidded across the tile to shove it closed, desperate to make sure the scent didnโt reach the room and wouldnโt linger in there.
ย Sheโd drive you straight to the ER to get checked out, because nothing you could possibly shit out should ever and would ever smell that bad.
ย You yanked the shower curtain back from the tub, setting Chrissyโs products to the side and out of the way, โYou need to bathe like two years ago, my dead guy.โ
ย You stepped to the side, pointing into the tub with a finger as your other hand rested on your hip like you were ordering a misbehaving child in.
ย Eddie groaned, and you got the feeling that he was unimpressed with your theatrics. Unfortunately for the both of you, you hadnโt been dramatic about it. His stank tears had to be an actual biohazard and you didnโt want to think about the fact that very same biohazard had been projectile vomited onto your face a couple of minutes ago. You were so gonna scrub it raw.
ย Begrudgingly, he hobbled over to your tub and struggled over the edge until he was inโhis upper half slamming into the tile wall.ย
ย You didnโt say anything about him being fully clothed, shoes and all, because everything he wore needed a good rinse off. If not, youโd have to hose his clothes down in the yard before subjecting the dryer and washer to them.
ย โThereโs my soap.โ You pointed out the pink bottle of pomegranate and berry scented shower gel, โAnd my shampoo and conditionerโthose two are very expensive and a little goes a long way, so donโt waste any.โ
ย You eyed him for a moment, mouth twisting in consideration, โNevermind, itโll take half the bottles to get your hair clean, Iโll just have to replace them a little earlier than my budget expected.โ
ย This time, Eddieโs mouth parted rather wide as he moaned out, โUHNNNGGHH.โ
ย He was probably telling you to fuck off already, but you were distracted by whatever insect was currently in his mouth, on his tongue.
ย โSPIT IT OUT!โ You shrieked, and he aimed his head down, the large thing with too many legs falling right out to crawl around on your bathroom floor.
ย You screamed as you began to stomp around, trying to crush it beneath your remaining slipper but it kept evading it! Finally, your foot flattened it with a satisfying crunch.
ย The evil had been defeated. You were nearly panting, shoulders rising and falling as you calmed your breathing and another sound registered.
ย Eddie was croaking now, it sounded almost like the most painful gasps someone would let out on their deathbed. You stared, puzzled for a moment before it dawned on you.
ย โAre you laughing at me?โ
ย He did it again, stiff body leaning completely back on the shower tiles now.
ย โOh my god, you are! YOU DICK!โ You slapped the side of his arm and then quickly yanked it back, frowning at the mud now caked to the back of your fingers.ย
ย โUgh,โ you tried to shake some of it off over the tub, your head shaking as wellโand despite the predicament, you found the corners of your lips twitching but you refused to smile. Wouldnโt let him get that over you, โYouโre gross. That better be the last living creature to come out of you, you Zombie Headbanger, take a shower.โ
ย You didnโt give him a chance to moan, groan or croak at you again, yanking the curtains back to shield the tub and itโs undead occupant.
ย You rolled your eyes, almost fondly, and gathered too much toilet paper to wipe up the remnants of the bug and toss it in the trash. Shouldโve been in a different corpseโs mouth if it wanted to live.
ย โYou know how to work a shower, donโt you?โ You asked aloud as you approached your bathroom counter, taking notice of the bathroom mirror as you uncapped a room spray and gave your bathroom a good burst of it. The mirror had already been replaced, looked like Laura couldnโt stand to know there was something imperfect in the houseโaside from you.ย
ย You heard the tub start to run before the shower stream took over. At least he still remembered that much.
ย โYou wanna listen to some music?โ You asked over the loud stream of the shower.
ย โUunngh.โ
ย You took that as a yes and leaned over the counter to tweak the knob of the radio you and Chrissy always left on it. Immediately, a country station started playing and you quickly switched the station.
ย โThatโs not one of mine! Chrissy listens to Country whenever she misses her ex-boyfriend, I donโt know why.โ
ย You kept twisting the dial through various stations. When you hit a station midway through Disposable Heroes, you turned the knob again only for your companion to voice his outrage.
ย โUUUUUUNNNGGHHHH!!!โ
ย โWhat?โ You switched the station back, โYou like Metallica?โ
ย He grunted from behind the shower curtain, and the scent of your body wash began to fill the bathroom, much to your relief. You could hear him banging around in there, probably not the easiest to wash up with a bad case of rigor mortis.
ย โTheyโre alright, I liked Ride the Lightning, but Master of Puppets is good, too. Their last album was good, too, but it felt kind of different. Not the same without Burton.โ
ย Eddie made a sound of confusion, hand with the fucked up fingers reaching out to push the curtain back so he could poke his head out.
ย You met his gaze through the mirror, โYou donโt know?โ
ย He just blinked, almost owlishly.ย
ย Shit. He must have died before the fall of โ86. Youโd have to ask Chrissy when exactly Eddie had died.
ย โThe bass player, Cliff Burton? He died in โ86. Bus accident.โ
ย You watched as Eddieโs gaze dropped, and the groan he let out sounded remarkably sad as he ducked back behind the curtain.
ย Unsure of what to say to make him feel better, you let the radio play out the rest of the duration of Eddieโs shower and took diligent care in washing your face and brushing your teeth. Once he was done, smelling amazing and just like you, youโd had him shed his clothes for one of your nightgowns and dragged him back to your closet.
ย You knew he was quite literally stiff, but he seemed extra unenthused with his choice of ensemble, so you were going to let him choose his own.
ย โAlright, take your pick.โ You yanked the doors of your walk-in closet (as in you could take three steps in and that's it) open and he flinched back at the amount of pink seeping out of it. When he made no move to look through his options, you selected one for him.
ย An even gaudier nightgown you tried to shove in his arms. And he let you, before purposely dropping it to the ground while holding eye contact.ย
ย โWell, I thought you would have looked great in it.โ You mumbled as he creaked down to pick it up for you. When Eddie hobbled into the closet to hang it up, you shut the doors behind him, โPick something else and then you can come out!โ
ย Your closet doors didnโt lock though, so you were just banking on him assuming they did and you heard his offended zombie groaning. While you waited, listening to him no doubt bang into the walls as he struggled to dress himself, grunting and groaning, you twirled around on your desk chair.
ย Eventually, the closet doors parted and you gasped at the sight of him, standing there in your lavender fluffy, oversized sweater and pair of white pajama pants with hearts all over them. He couldnโt really move his face all that much, not very expressive and yet you could somehow tell he was scowling.
ย โYou look like Grimace.โ Was all you said, mind conjuring up Ronald McDonaldโs purple monster friend.
ย The closet doors were promptly slammed shut. When he emerged once more, gone was the former ensemble. Eddie was wearing a neon green skirt, a tight off the shoulder black top, and nothing else.
ย You wolf whistled at his skinny, severely discolored legs.
ย He stuck one out, modeling it for you and you realized he was humoring you. You laughed, eyes crinkling.
ย โYou tryna knock me dead, too?โ
ย When he nodded, you laughed again and stood up to rummage through your dresser. You found a band tee you used as a pajama top, and some black pants that looked like they might fit him. Then you spotted a red plaid flannel you had hanging on your bedroom door, waiting to be placed in the closet.
ย The clothing items were shoved into his arms and you pushed him back into the closet.
ย When he came out (eheheheh) again, you were practically bouncing in your seat. Youโd never seen Eddie alive before, had never seen him in clothes that werenโt his burial ones, and he definitely still looked as much of a Zombie as Michael Jackson had looked in the Thriller music video, but he also looked like a young adult, and very much so in his Metal element. He was stretching your baby blue socks to their limit, but theyโd have to do until you could steal some from your dad. Youโd scrub his shoes tomorrow, before class.
ย If Eddie were alive, heโd lookโฆhot.
ย You smiled to yourself, still taking him in as you realized you were looking at Eddie Munson.
ย To show your admiration, you clapped for him, โThatโll do real well. What do you think?โ
ย Eddie raised his forearm and you tilted your head, confused. He followed your gaze and groaned, rolling his eyes as he realized that was the arm lacking a hand. Then, he held up his other arm, painful looking thumb finger cracking and popping until he was giving you a thumbs up. You ended up tying a scarf around the wrist without a hand, just to hide the gaping wound.ย
ย With the matter of his clothing solved, you moved onto his hair, sitting on the bathroom counter while he stood in front of you as you worked on detangling with a spray bottle and a legion of hair products. It took some TLC, and ignoring the hole where his ear shouldโve been, but you brought his curls back to life. You were shocked to even see he had bangs, theyโd been plastered to the top of his head when he was the Swamp Thing.
ย They framed his eyes, looked real good on him and he seemed to enjoy the entire process, eyes slipping shut and little moans (not like that) coming from him.
ย โWell, I think weโve got you back in good shape.โ You put down the comb, placing your hand on his shoulders to turn him towards the mirror, โIs this Eddie Munson?โ
ย You watched his gaze scan his reflection, before those eyes were on yours in the mirror.ย
ย โUnnnghhh.โ Eddie held up his arm with the missing appendage and you nervously scratched the back of your heard.
ย โWell, you see, I donโt really have any extra hands on me, at the moment. Just down to these two,โ You emphasized the sentence with some jazz hands to display yours, then immediately felt guilty over still having yours so you hid them behind your back.
ย Eddie groaned low, lifting his wrist to the side of his head, where his ear should have been and you made a displeased sound.ย
ย โOh. Noticed that, did you?โ
ย His eyes narrowed and even though you had no idea what Eddie had sounded like, you could still hear him in your head, Notice my fucking ear is missing? Yeah, I did.
ย โI donโt have any extras of those, either. If itโs a body part, Iโm out of stock. Butโwho cares? Plenty of people live without them.โ
ย Eddie grunted, eyes narrowing even further at you.
ย You winced, โPoor choice of wordsโthe point is, no one will even notice. Because no one is going to see you.โ
ย Eddieโs next grunt sounded disappointed and you felt even guiltier. What were you supposed to do? Youโd already made him look as relatively normal as you could, there was only so many ways you could disguise a zombie who walked oddly, communicated via moan, groan and grunt, and looked like he had a medical skin condition.
ย You were about to try to comfort him when you heard the front door open and you gasped.
ย โWHAT IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN?โ You heard Laura cry out, and your dad shouted your name.ย
ย โI donโt mean to sound homophobic, but back in the closet!โ You shoved him out of the bathroom and in the direction of his new hiding place. He hadnโt looked very keen as you shut the closet doors on him, but heโd have to wait for now.
ย Your dad was probably having one hell of a heart attack, staring at the mess of the house, the broken window, fearful a similar situation as your motherโs assault had taken place with you as the victim.
ย โIโm alright, daddy!โ You reassured as you raced down the stairs to your concerned father. He was concerned alright, but not about you.
ย He had Laura in one arm, who was openly distraught about the shards of her damn plates, and Chrissy, who was staring at the mess with open confusion, in the other.
ย โYou,โ Laura spat at you with venom the moment her chilling gaze locked onto your approaching figure, โWhat. Did. You. Do?โ
ย Wow. Youโd seen an actual Zombieโhe was upstairs, in your bedroom closetโand still the most unbelievable thing to happen to you was your โfamilyโโs ability to immediately blame you. You hadnโt expected Eddieโs corpse to be the first suspect in their head, still, theyโd seen your house ransackedโas you tried to escape your friendly deceased headbangerโwith you nowhere in sight, and hadnโt been at all concerned for your wellbeing. God, they sucked.
ย โMe?! I didnโt do this!โ
ย โThen who did!?โ Laura screeched back and you found yourself getting angry.
ย โThe guy who broke in!โ You shouted back and Laura immediately rolled her eyes. You could hear your dad say both of your names to calm you down, but you were growing tired of him, too. Like Eddie, he seemed to be missing parts of his body. Noticeably, his goddamn spine.
ย โReally? You expect us to believe that after last night? The smashing of the mirror, my precious moments figurines? Muffin, your daughter is out of control. She destroyed my house!โ
ย โDo you ever use those creepy eyeballs stuck in your skull?โ You found yourself blurting out, โDoes it look like any part of my body came crashing through that window?!โ You pointed aggressively in the direction of the livingroom, where glass littered the floor. It was too much for just an object to have been thrown through and your body had no cuts, nothing to show from possibly jumping through it.
ย โMom, if sissy was attackedโโ Chrissy tried, her her mother was having none of it.
ย โAttacked? Who would want to attack her? Sheโs invisible, taking up space!โ Laura was practically hysterical as she gathered pieces of her broken dishes, โThatโs why sheโs acting out, canโt you see? Sheโs recreating the crime scene that got her so much attention and youโre all falling for it!โ
ย The woman was crying, mascara smearing around her eyes as her angry glare was once more directed to you, and you found yourself shrinking and hurt at the accusations, โYou need serious help. Youโre crazy and a danger to us all!โ
ย โI think you might be mistaking me for your psyche.โ You mumbled before turning your attention to your father with pleading eyes, โDaddy, there was a home invasion! I tried to call the police, but as soon as I heard him, I ran up to hide in my room.โ
ย โShe needs help, institutional treatment.โ Laura hissed into your fatherโs ear as as though she was the devil on his shoulder.
ย โDaddyโฆโ
ย โMom, sissyโs not a nut, we canโt send her to the looney bin!โย
ย You wanted to scream. All this talk about you being insane, and there was a literal walking corpse upstairs who could disprove that. You just werenโt willing to sacrifice Eddie for yourself.ย
ย โDad, Iโm not crazy. Okay? Last night was just a mirror, and tonight someone broke in. Thereโs a huge difference between the two, Iโm not crazy.โ You tried to reason, desperate to not get shipped off to some mental ward.ย
ย Your dad appeared sympathetic, โNo one is calling you crazy, sweetheart.โ
ย โI did.โ Laura guffawed at your father siding with you.
ย โShe did, I heard her.โ Chrissy confirmed, frowning at her mother.
ย โNo, Chris. Your motherโs just upset, sheโd never say something like that and mean it.โ You watched with disgust as he pulled Laura into his arms. It was more than you could stomach so you stormed out of the dining room, making a retreat for your room.
ย You were on your own. Your father had just proved that. Laura could say anything to you, treat you like crap, starve you and he wouldnโt ever step in, just continue being his wishy washy self. If it had been him and not your mother that night, you wouldnโt be suffering like this.ย
ย Youโd have a loving parent.ย
ย You quietly shut your bedroom door once you made it in, leaning your forehead against it as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye. Emotions were something you tried to embrace, but crying because of your family feltโฆwrong. Like something you shouldnโt have to do.ย
ย Wiping your face, you realized more tears would be coming. Tonight was meant for crying. So, you slipped into bed, tears leaking steadily down your temples to seep into your hair and pillows. You were so hurt and you wanted to sob, but you were conscious of the dead guy in your closet. What if he heard you?
ย With a stuttering breath, you peered over at the closet to see the doors barely open and Eddie peaking out at you.
ย You rolled onto your side, back facing him to hide your tear stained face and weakness as you thought about how loud you and Laura had been downstairs. Heโd probably heard what she said about you.
ย It was one thing to be treated the way you were, it felt extra pathetic to have someone bear witness to it.ย
ย The closet doors closed quietly behind you and just as you did every night, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing sleep to come so you could be done with the day and move onto the next, just solemnly trying to make it through life.ย
ย Maybe you and Eddie had more in common than you originally thought. Maybe you were a zombie, too.
ย When your alarm blared from your nightstand, rousing you from sleepโthe only peace you ever seemed to getโyou stumbled out of bed almost blindly, eyes heavily lidded with exhaustion as you yanked your closet doors open.
ย A garment was immediately thrown over your head, covering your face and you remembered your current house guest.
ย With a sigh, you yanked the clothing off your head, balled it up and threw it back at Eddie, โDude, I have to get dressed. I have class today.โ
ย Eddie grumbled, un-balling the little black dress and holding it up for you. It was the dress Chrissy had bought on sale and then given to you when she came to the conclusion that black washed her out and she looked much better in pastels.
ย โIโm not wearing that, not so much my style.โ You tried to push past Eddie, but he remained planted where he stood, grunting as he held the dress out to you once more.
ย โDo I look like Madonna to you?โ You asked, pushing the dress back towards him. Eddie groaned and threw the dress at your face again, closing the closet doors while you yanked it off your head, again.
ย โWeโre gonna have to have a conversation about your communication skills later.โ You called through the door and fiddled with the dress, โCan I get a sweater or something to go along with this?โ
ย The closet doors were quickly opened and a new article of clothing was flung over your head before they closed. Youโd just pulled the sweater off of your head when the doors opened once more and a hat was tossed at you.
ย โDangโanything else?โ
ย โUuunggh.โ Eddie moaned through the door, and you tried to pull at them but he must have been holding them shut from the otherside.ย
ย Resigned to your fate, you swapped out your pajamas for the outfit Eddie had apparently selected for you. He would navigate to the black clothing. You were unsure of it until you saw yourself in the mirror. Normally, your clothes weren't all that revealing. Form fittingโmaybe, but never as attention drawing as this. You just figured you werenโt the type that could pull it off.
ย You were wrong.ย
ย The dress hugged your figure in the most complimentary way. It was short, stopped mid-thigh, but it didnโt look awkward or make you feel like your vagina would be on display if you bent over, thanks to the lace of the bottom hem flaring out.
ย For once, the girl in the mirror looked stunning. And when you did your makeup, taking your time to smoke a dark blue shadow out along your lash line and eyelids, she looked drop dead gorgeous.ย
ย Youโd walked onto Campus with your head high, body rocking and a new found confidence that hadnโt quite made itโs way to the surface before. The heads turning in your direction were new and you found you kind of liked it, their gazes werenโt uninterested, scowls or looks of annoyance. They were appreciative, even from the straight girls!
ย โOkay, am I seeing things or does your sister look drop dead gorgeous?โ Tina asked, as Chrissy and her friends stood admiring you from the bench they were occupying.
ย โYouโve got perfect 20/20 vision. Sheโd be unstoppable if she kept the confidence. Could probably even win pageants. Do you think sheโd join cheer?โ
ย Eddie fiddled with one of your shoes, tugging on a shoestring in boredom. He was sat on the floor of your closet, light from your bedroom windows creeping in through the cracks of the doors.ย
ย Youโd lectured him before you left for class, told him he had to stay put. Laura wouldnโt be leaving for her nursesโ conference until the afternoon, so sheโd be lingering in the house and sheโd have a cow if she stumbled upon him.
ย So youโd pointed and lectured until he was creaking and groaning his compliance.ย
ย Heโd stayed in the closet while you got dressed and, after youโd made sure Chrissy had already left, watched you do your makeup in the mirror while you chatted about the classes you had to take for the day.
ย Eddie had listened, to the best of his ability with one ear, and stared at your reflection as the heavy sense of longing settled on his chest, crushing the heart that no longer beat but desperately wished to. For you.
ย Death was not like heโd ever expected. No heaven, no hell. He was justโฆdead. Maybe itโd been the way he died. Perhaps, the suddenness of it, his lack of peace in life while living, or the fact that he was murdered, was the reason he saw neither heaven nor hell. Heโd just been in a dark place. Literally, no source of light, no out of body experience, just darkness. For a while, it was tolerable, heโd heard Wayneโs voice comforting him. Telling him how much he loved him, how much he missed him. Then, nothing.
ย Nothing for so long. Quiet. Silence, not at all a peaceful kind. He no longer existed in life and yet the silence was still somehow smothering.ย
ย Until one day, he wasnโt alone anymore.ย
ย You found him.ย
ย Talked to him all the time, laid with him, kept him company and said such wonderful things. Eddie had no idea how much heโd appreciate hearing about current news events as a dead guy.
ย And while you kept him from feeling lonely, there was always a sadness to your presence. Broke his heart when you told him out of place you felt because he just wanted to claw his way out of his grave and tell you that no, you werenโt odd, you werenโt weird, you werenโt out of place. You were unique. You were the type of person he would have admired if he had been alive, different but not desperate to fit in. Just longed to be accepted.
ย He understood the sentiment all too well.ย
ย Eddie understood you. And you had no idea who he was, had voiced as much to him, couldnโt come up with his identity because some fuckers had defaced his tombstoneโof course they wouldโand yet, you knew exactly who Eddie was. Knew him to his very core.
ย When you visited him, Eddie felt warm. He had no idea he could even feel things, other than the constant loneliness that had plagued him after Wayneโs presence disappeared, and before you.
ย With you, it felt like you were right there with him, beside him. A warmth, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in for some much needed comforting. How ironic that he finally found someone who could finally see him, and he couldnโt do anything about it because he was dead.ย
ย And when you had come to Eddie that fateful night, the sadness he always noticed about you was heavier. A new despair attached, one that had him desperate to get to you, comfort you as youโd done for him.
ย I wish I was with you.
ย Youโd said it. Had said what Eddie had wanted to hear you say for so long, even before he was dead. Before he knew you. It had always been you he was waiting for. He was beginning to understand the universe was bigger than anything he could have imagined (and yeah, maybe universal studios was the first thing that came to mind when he was alive), was positive the heartache he went through was necessary if it led him to you. Eddie could have done without the murderโthere was no undoing that. Except, there kind of was. And it happened with a strike of lightning.
ย Unlike the many times he wanted to before, heโd actually been able to open his eyes, break out of his coffin and dig his way out of his own grave.ย
ย Eddie had had a major breakdown, freaking out at just about everything regarding returning from the dead after heโd broken through that final layer of thick terrain, minutely softened by some light rain from the storm. He had first tried to go home, only to find himself face to face with an unfamiliar mobile home set up on Wayneโs lot. A peek into the window revealed a couple.ย
ย No sign of his uncle.
ย It filled him with a sense of panic and heโd needed somethingโsomeone to stabilize him, keep him grounded.ย
ย Eddie was sure he was tied to you. Not only because of the unique bond you shared, he also felt a pull to you. Just some intense instinct.ย
ย He knew where to go after.
ย Your welcome hadnโt exactly been as warm as the grave hangoutsโhe didnโt blame you, his vocal chords were useless to him for the time being, meaning he couldnโt explain himself as you shrieked and flung dishes at him (and he was impressed) and fled from him. He could make sounds, so Eddie suspected he had the ability to talk, just lacked the healthy cords due to years of non-use to them, what with him being dead and all.ย
ย Eddieโs case was definitely not helped when heโd broken your fallโhe was freaking the fuck out about you dangling from the roof like thatโand youโd pressed on him stomache when you landed on him.ย
ย He hadnโt meant toโฆyโknowโฆspit all that up on you, it just happened and he immediately wanted to die right after, just roll right back into his grave, he was so fucking embarrassed.
ย Projectile vomited on the girl youโre tryna romance, Munson. Nice.
ย Then, you hadnโt been attacking him, tugging him along to your room instead where you immediately told him you were just using dark humor to cope and didnโt actually want to be with him.
ย Probably something you should have clarified for him before he returned from the dead to be with you, but whatever. He wasnโt mad about it. Just a little bit heartbroken. Definitely didnโt stink up your closet with a little cry sesh while you were at college. Totally didnโt smell like Cherry Bubbles (how is that a scent?) from the bathroom spray heโd had to limp out to grab in an effort to hide the scent of his rotting body tears.
ย Now, he was just confused. Had no idea what the hell to do. Thinking on it, it had obviously been stupid as fuck to think youโd want him when he was literally a dead body. Couldnโt exactly stroll down the street, holding his one hand without garnering a few odd looks and arrests.ย
ย So, what could he do now? Sit in the closet and think about everything. Try to remember everything about his last moments aliveโand when it had him wheezing in the closet, cowering in the dark, heโd switched to thinking about his uncle. Concerned. Wondering what had happened to him. When that subject, too, began to promise a panic attackโhe switched to thinking about you, and oh how he ached in a different way. You were right there, in reach for him and yet the two of you couldnโt be.ย
ย The most frustrating part is how good the two of you could be for each other, and Eddie literally couldnโt talk you into giving it a chance, couldnโt even flirt with you.ย
ย He had some mad rizz when given the opportunity, a body that wasnโt stiff as hell and a fucking voice. Eddie knew heโd be able to get you all shy and cute, similar to how you were when you talked about what you thought he was like back at the cemetery.ย
ย FUCK. What the hell? Life wasnโt fair to him, death wasnโt fair to him, now life as some zombie wasnโt gonna be fair to him?
ย What kind of fucked up existance was this?!
ย All because of some stupid fucking lightning thatโ
ย Lightning. Eddie perked up, theories racing through him. If it had brought him back from the dead, maybe it could do more. Before he could think on it further, he heard your door open and froze.ย
ย It was too soon for you to be home. You said youโd be back in the afternoon, after Laura had left.ย
ย Eddie heard a scoff.
ย โHow has it gotten even worse in here?โ Laura mumbled to herself.ย
ย Eddie scowled, as he heard her footsteps enter your room, could hear her padding around.ย
ย The fuck was she doing in here?
ย It was a risk, Eddie pushed the closet door open, just enough to give him a crack to peep through.ย
ย Your stepmom was in some sort of jazzercise outfitโugh, of course she did jazzercise. The blonde woman was currently rummaging through your drawers, looking amongst your belongings.ย
ย She was invading your privacy.
ย If Eddie had blood flowing through his veins, it would have been boiling.ย
ย Heโd heard what she said last night, how she berated you. Accusing you of using your motherโs murder to seek attention.
ย And the other members of your family werenโt speaking up nearly enough to defend you. He was surprised that Chrissyโsmall town for Cunningham to be the Chrissy youโd been telling him aboutโeven tried to defend you but she should have been putting her mother in her place. She hadnโt come up to check on you, either.ย
ย Eddie had a few things he wished he could say to Laura Cunningham, tell her exactly where she could shove her stupid figurines and verbal abuse.ย
ย If she was searching for something, Laura didnโt find it. She slammed one of your drawers shut, eyed your sketches pinned to your wall with disgust before speed walking out of your room. When she passed the closet, Eddie took notice of the headphones over her ears, could hear whatever she was listening to, Walkman probably set to the loudest volume.
ย Eddieโs mouth chipped up into a smirk that kind of hurt his face. He opened the closet door fully, stumbling out to poked his head out of your bedroom doorway just in time to see your stepmom disappear down the stairs.
ย Eddie followed, steps loud and uneven. Laura didnโt notice his presence, too engrossed in whatever she was listening to and occupied with her own ego. Looked to be cleaning up the place before her little trip.ย
ย Laura disappeared into the kitchen, well out of view of the living room so Eddie stumbled in, eyeing the pristine setting. The place looked impeccable, spotless, antiques everywhere that Eddie just knew the old bat was dying to have people ask about so she could name drop and be as haughty as possible.
ย Eddie could wreck all of this in no time, and he would if he didnโt know sheโd immediately blame you for it. He still felt guilty youโd been chewed out for the mess he made.ย
ย Bitch.
ย Eddie heard her returning, so he hid behind the wall, waiting a few moments before he peered around it and across the foyer, into the dinning room where she was seated after having fixed herself something. Laura still had the headphones on, so Eddie took that as the all clear to continue exploring.
ย He spotted a family portrait hung over the fireplace, a seemingly picture perfect family was displayed. A man he assumed to be your father loomed over Laura and Chrissy, one hand on each of their shoulders. Eddie barely glanced at them before you pulled all of his attention. You were stunning, light catching the highlights of your face, lips parted just enough to encourage a pout. Your hair was wild in comparison to the other women in the portraitโEddie loved it. You looked like you belonged on an album cover for some rock band, even with the sorrow swirling around in your eyes. Your unwavering melancholic stare pinned Eddie, and he could feel himself getting protective over you again. You must have been miserable that day.ย
ย See, if he had been around, he could have easily cheered you up. Snuck over on the day in question. Laura would have hated his fucking gutsโEddie wouldnโt have minded being the boyfriend your stepmom didnโt approve of.ย Horsing around behind the little photo shoot set up to get you smiling, get those pretty eyes of yours twinkling before whisking you the hell out of there once they got the money shot.
ย He rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself as he turned away from the past that never was. Couldnโt have (heโd already been dead), should have (but couldnโt) and would have. In a heartbeat.
ย His posture worsened under the weight of his own despair, sulking with it until he spotted an acoustic guitar, tucked in the corner and resting on a stand.
ย โMm?โ Eddie tilted his head in curiosity before making his way over. It was difficult to do, but he managed to settle the neck of it in the crook of the arm lacking a hand, and strummed with his stiff fingers, pleased to find that it was already tuned.ย
ย He plucked a couple more chords, stopping once to adjust a peg. Then the doorbell rang and Eddieโs eyes widened. He fumbled to place the guitar back on its stand and plaster himself against the wall as Laura got up to answer it, having apparently been able to hear it ring but not his guitar playing.
ย โYes?โ Laura asked as she opened the door, impatience soaking through her tone.
ย โCarpet cleaning.โ A manโs voice stated, sounding bored beyond measure.ย
ย โCarpet Cleaning? My carpet is so clean you can lick the fibers.โ God, was your stepmom ever not insufferable? The carpet cleaner salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing and Eddie figured he had to be annoyed with his work day already to say what he did next.
ย โI doubt the one downstairs is.โ The salesman snorted and Eddie would have snickered if he could as he heard Laura let out an affronted and embarrassed gasp.ย
ย โEXCUSE ME?!โย
ย The guy must have turned tail because Laura was stepping out after him, yelling as she closed the front door behind her.ย
ย Eddie eyed the bowl sheโd been eating from, curiosity getting the better of him as he stumbled over to inspect it. Spaghetti.
ย He shouldnโtโฆ.But what was the point of being a dead corpse if he couldnโt use dead guy powers for good?
ย It only took a little effort, Eddie successfully gagged and heaved until a warm that had been lurking in his stomach came out, dropping out of his mouth to wiggle around in Lauraโs lunch. Eddie watched as it disappeared between the noodles and sauce, satisfaction filling him.
ย Served the hag right.
ย With justice served, Eddie made his way back upstairs to your room. Heโd just made it to your doorway when he heard Laura return. He waited a few more moments for her to sit down, settle herself, twirl some spaghetti around her fork and put it in her mouth.
ย Eddie was beginning to think the worm had made its way to the very bottom of the bowl when Laura let out a high pitched scream.ย
ย That one was for you.
ย Eddie smirked and walked back into your room, quietly closing the door behind him.
ย You had two classes for the day, back to back so as to not have to stay on campus longer than necessary, and both classes were pleasant. There hadnโt been any change in the materials covered or anything, eyes just kept attempting to discreetly take you in, which you caught from your peripheral vision.ย
ย While you enjoyed the new attention your attire and the way you carried yourself brought you, you quickly realized it wasnโt something you needed. What you needed was to feel good about yourself and for once in your life, you did.ย
ย You were absolutely giddy, and you felt so badass somehow, was this what Chrissy and her friends felt like all the time? Maybe putting effort into your appearance wasnโt just a load of crap dispelled onto ugly people by the conventionally attractive.ย
ย Regardless, you were strutting your way to the library, eager to turn in some books, make Steve Harringtonโs jaw drop, then run back home to Eddie so you could thank him profusely for not having fugly taste.
ย Once you made it to the library, you noticed no one was at the front desk. Steve must have been putting some books back on their shelves.
ย No problem, more time to prepare yourself, maybe run through some possible conversations so you wouldnโt go stupid at the sight of his gorgeous face.
ย Your bag hit the ground with a thud, thanks to the weight of the hardcovers within it and you bent down at the waist to rummage through it, placing one heavy hardcover book, two heavy hardcover books, three heavy hardcoโ
ย โYou got the rest of the library in there, Mary Poppins?โ
ย You snapped back up, whipping around just in time to see Steveโs gaze rise from where your ass had been unknowingly on display, to meet your eyes, his honey brown ones swirling with warmth.
ย Oh, god. Just play it cool.
ย โJust some tampons and some chips.โย
ย Leave. Walk out. Save face.
ย โNo chocolate for that time of the month?โ He asked, leaning up against the desk, rather than going around it to handle your returns. Steve wanted to talk to you. Heโd been eyeing your ass and now he was making small talk.ย
ย You were going for it.ย
ย โCraving a different kind of sweet thing right now.โ You leaned in, just as he had at the tailorโs yesterday. You were laying it on thick, sure. It worked though. Steve leaned in, too, and you clocked the tick of his eyebrow. Interest. Holy shitโthings were finally looking up for you.
ย โIโve got some starbursts in my car,โ Chrissy chirped, materializing out of thin air to stand in front of you and Steve.ย
ย You almost knocked down the books youโd stacked on the desk, cursing under your breath. โGeez, Chrissy.โ
ย โHi.โ She grinned at you, her darling crooked teeth gleaming before she was fixing Steve with a stern look, โSorry, I need to talk to my sister. Preferably, alone.โ
ย โIโm not exactly gonna run to the gossip columns about anything.โ He mused, exchanging an amused look with you but you couldnโt really hear anything going on around you because Steve Harrington was flashing you smiles around Chrissy, your pretty and practically perfect step-sister, and not her. Youโd entered another dimension and you did not want to leave. All you could do was smile back at him, like some infatuated idiot while your fingers reached up to pick at your lower lip.
ย โThat may be so, but I think itโs best if she hangs around a good crowd.โ Somehow, Chrissy had wedged herself between you and Steve, standing protectively in front of you with her arms crossed. She was about as intimidating as a pomeranian. Still, it was endearing to have someone act like they cared about you.
ย โAnd the library is just full of Neanderthals, is that what youโre implying?โ Steve leaned both elbows back on the desk, gesturing out to the few studentsโmost meek in appearanceโoccupying the area.
ย โI was thinking more of creepy librarians, high school peakers, and former playboys.โ Chrissy shot back and you nudged her, hissing out her name. The protective thing was nice, just not when she was trying to scare away the man youโd be making your boyfriend.
ย โGolden coming from you, of all people, your royal highness, the Queen of Hawkins High; former head cheerleader and Miss Hawkins of โ87, but not โ88 and Iโm pretty sure Heather Holloway won again this year, so looks like we both donโt have a lot going on, do we?โ Steve was smug, shooting you a wink that made your heart melt and drip down your sternum.
ย Steam was practically blowing out of Chrissyโs ears, โShoo fly, donโt bother us.โย
ย Steve rolled his eyes before they fixed on you, past Chrissyโs head, โIโll see you later okay? Thanks for bringing your books back on time.โ
ย You giggled, still staring at him as Chrissy began to tug you away, โUntil the next time, I guess?โ
ย Steve held your stare, smirk softening into a smile, โIโll be waiting.โ
ย It was easy for Chrissy to guide you out after that. You were floating. Light as a feather and high on life.
ย โYou are the only girl I know who can survive a spiked drink and still want to have anything to do with the guy.โ Chrissy sighed in exasperation as the two of you loitered by the drinking fountain, โThereโs like at least four other guys here who would date you, sissy! Donโt waste your time on that one.โ
ย Okay. Only four other guys? Ouch. ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝSteve didnโt spike it. Carol did.โ
ย โAnd sheโs always following him around like some sad little mutt. Better to just stay away.โ
ย You scowled, mood souring. One afternoon. You couldnโt have just one afternoon where you felt good about yourself without someone bringing you down. You knew Chrissy meant well, but in that moment, she was pissing you off.ย
ย She seemed to pick up on the shift of your attitude, changing the subject, โAfter practice, Iโm gonna go out tonight. Some of the girls want to go bowling and then have a little kick back. Cover for me?โ
ย How very much like Chrissy to insult you in the name of protectiveness, and then ask you for a favor. She still cared more about you than your own flesh and blood, so, โI thought your mom was gonna be away for a few days in Akron.โ
ย โShe is, but daddyโs not. And heโs way too overprotective, I canโt even sneeze without him bursting into my room to ask me whatโs wrong. He always wants to know where Iโm going, argues with me when I try to go out lateโitโs so annoying.โ
ย All you could think about were the many times youโd said goodbye to him as you left the house at whatever hour you wanted while he mumbled a bye and read whatever magazine he was reading or watched TV.ย
ย You tried to consider it a good thing that he let you be so independent, yet something in you ached, sure he simply didn't care enough for you. Not like he did Chrissy, and heโd known you longer, all your life.ย
ย โOh. Uhm, I think he works late today, anyway. Iโll cover if he asks, but Iโm sure youโre good.โ
ย Chrissy perked up, pulling you into a tight hug, โYou are the best! I knew I was gonna love having you as a sister. Iโll see you later, okay?โ
ย Chrissy didnโt wait for your reply, practically bouncing down the hallway and you sighed.ย
ย At least youโd have some peace and quiet, maybe you could get Eddie into better shape too, and youโd get to tell him about your day!
ย With your classes done, you made your way to the parking lot, where Mystery waited for you.ย
ย You slid the back door of the Volkswagen open, tossing your bag in before sliding the door shut and climbing into the driver's seat of the bus. Then you started your mantras and manifestations, gripping the key with a sweaty palm before you were sticking it into the ignition and turning it with bated breath.
ย She roared to life and you sagged back in your seat, bones like jelly knowing you piece of crap bus was still kicking.
ย It was the biggest lemon of a car youโd ever seen, carried around jugs of coolant in the back because it had to be refilled almost every time you started it.
ย But it was yours.
ย When you pulled up to the house to see Lauraโs car was gone, you felt yet another weight lifted off your shoulders. You were completely free to be you. Snatching your bag from the back, you made a run for your house, quickly unlocking the door before stampeding up the stairs.ย
ย You burst into your bedroom, chest heaving to find it in normal condition and no Eddie around. Frowning, you tossed your bag on the floor, beside your bed, and made your way over to the closet, yanking the doors open.
ย Eddie peered up at you from his position on the floor, rocking an old feather boa of yours.
ย โEddie, I told you you were free to roam once Laura left. You donโt have to stay cramped in there all day when no one is around.โ You offered him a hand and helped hoist him when you took it, โYou wouldnโt believe the day I hadโyouโve got stellar taste, by the way.โ
ย โUuungh?โ
ย You reached under your bed, snatching an old Easter basket out that you used to hide your snacks. After you settled on the bed, you patted the spot next to you, and Eddie hobbled his way over, grunting as he settled onto the cushy comforter.
ย โI know I was grumpy this morning. Iโm sorry, you were right. The dress was a hit!โ You exclaimed, ripping a bag of sour gummy worms open. The pink end was clenched between your teeth as you bit it off, bag of sweet and sour treats held out to Eddie as an offering.
ย Eddie reached into the bag, attempting to crook his fingers enough to hook one. You watched the leathery skin between his brows pullโif you had blinked, you would have missed itโas he struggled to free his hand from the bag, shaking it a little until you pinched the bottom firmly, allowing him to pull it out.
ย โUnngh.โ He grunted in thanks.ย
ย As Eddie moved onto the challenge of getting the gummy worm to his mouth, you went back to telling him about your day, โI mean, godโall I did was put on a little dress and I felt kind of invincible. Not to mention Steve Harrington seemed to like it.โ
ย Eddie froze, gummy worm hanging out of his mouth, โMm?โ
ย โSteve Harrington, didโ ya know him?โ You asked, steamrolling right on as if you hadnโt, โTalk about winning the genetic poolโthat man is so fine. We talked a little at that party I told you about, and before I did drugs, he was being so nice to me. And I didnโt look as hot as I do now, so I was hoping for a reaction out of himโBOY did I get it.โ
ย You let out a dreamy sigh, recalling the way Steve had leaned into your straightforward flirting.
ย โHeโs kind, funny, and sometimes he even has good book recommendations. Heโs like the total package and I think he might actually like me.โ
ย You paused your ranting to look over at Eddie. If you didnโt already know his face was stuck like that, you would have thought he was scowling.ย
ย โYou got a littleโฆโ Reaching a hand up to cup his jaw, your thumb lifted the gummy worm hanging out of his mouth the rest of the way up. Eddieโs cracked lips parted, just enough for you to press the rest of it in, then he chewed slowly, face not even twitching to clue you in on his emotions.ย
ย โThere.โ Your hand dropped back into your lap as you perked up, โI wanna assume heโs better than the other horndogs who popped woodies just because I wore a dress and flashed some leg.โ
ย You stuck out your leg to demonstrate, the dress slipping even further up your thigh as you held it out, smooth (mostly, she was a little prickly but no one would notice unless they were stroking it) skin on display under some fishnet stockings.
ย Eddie let out a pained sounding groan, which you figured meant he was agreeing with you about the rest of the male population.ย
ย โYeah. Well, I think everythingโs gonna work out perfectly. Even if Chrissy keeps butting into my love life like some fairy chastity-mother. GodโI just, Iโve never been close to actually having something I wanted before, you know?โ
ย Eddie whined from behind closed lips, holding up the wrist that lacked his hand.ย
ย โWhat?โ You asked, glancing down at the scarf wrapped around it. Eddie reached up with his fucked up fingers to point at where his ear should have been and it clicked for you, โEddie, I canโt pull an extra hand and ear outta my ass. I wish I could, but I donโt have spare human parts lying around like pieces of a vacuum.โ
ย Eddie whined again and this time you could actually see his lips pulling down, frowning.
ย โI told you I wish I could, but I canโt! I don't know how to get people parts and I donโt exactly have the black market on speed dial. Besidesโyouโre fine like this, I mean what are you able to do as walking dead guy anyways?โ
ย โMUUUUNGGGHHHH!โ Eddie groaned, loud and obviously upset as he dramatically flung himself back on the bed hard enough to shake it.
ย โHey!โ You snapped, fearful for your bed frame, โChill out dudeโdonโt act all coked out!โ
ย He turned his head, face miserable but before you could continue your scolding, you heard your name called upstairs.
ย Laura.
ย โSHIT, hide!โ Eddie stumbled up and barely even had the chance to turn around before you shoved him into your closet, shutting the doors.
ย Youโd barely stepped away when Laura burst into your room. She was dressed in her nurse uniform, complete with the stupid hat, yet there was something off with her. Her skin had a grayish tint to it, she looked clammy, eyes and nostrils red with irritation and her mascara was running. Laura Cunningham looked just as terrible on the outside as she was inside.
ย And for once, she scared you.
ย โLaura! I thought you were headed out of town for your trip.โ Lauraโs stare was even colder than youโd ever seen it, unnaturally icy blue eyes both vacant and filled with a deranged sort of rage. You expected her pupils to turn into slits any second, it would be the last physical trait sheโd need to resemble a demon.
ย Stepmother from hell, indeed.
ย โMmm, Iโm sure you were looking forward to that,โ Her voice was soft, almost gentle and nothing about it was kind. It was as if to coax you forward to her, lull you into a sense of ease before striking. You were reminded of the anglerfish, and the glow of their fin ray. They used it to draw unsuspecting prey towards the light before they were devoured.ย
ย You took a small step back. She took one forward.
ย โI suppose Iโll just have to attend next year, Iโll be skipping the conference this year. Unfortunately, I wonโt be able to do much learning or networking with my head plastered in a toilet bowl. I seem to have come down with something. Do you know what my symptoms are?โ She asked, voice so sugary sweet and thick.ย
ย โUhm. I-Iโve been on my period. Maybe we synced?โ You hated how small your voice sounded.
ย Lauraโs lips pressed into a thin, cruel smile, โNo. I havenโt been throwing up with a cramping stomach because of my period. Iโve been vomiting non-stop because a little slut under my roof is trying to kill me. And do you know who that psychotic little tramp is?โ
ย Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth parting in shock. Did your stepmother just call you a slut?
ย โANSWER ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!โ She bellowed, making you jump and gasp. Youโd never heard Laura raise her voice like that, it dropped several octaves and she was staring at you with nothing but pure hatred burning in her eyes.
ย All you could do was shake your head. You were terrified, but you werenโt about to play her game. You were neither a slut nor a tramp and it was clear, regardless of what youโd say or do, sheโd be unleashing her wrath upon you.
ย Laura chuckled without humor, โYou really are just a stupid, insignificant bitch, arenโt you? I open up my home to you and you do nothing but cause trouble every time I so much as turn my head. I have been nothing but kind to you, even after you wrecked my home. Iโve been an angel. But putting worms in my food?โ
ย โI have no idea what youโre talking about, I didnโt touch your food, I just got home from classes. AnโAnd I didnโt ask for any of this, I didnโt ask to move here.โ You could see tears beginning to blur your vision, welling up and threatening to cascade over your lower lashes. They didnโt. You refused to cry in front of her. Refused to give her that satisfaction.ย
ย โOh, please.โ Laura scoffed, looking at you in bewilderment, โDid you want to stay in the house where your mother was sliced and diced? Was that a comfort for you?โ
ย โYou know thatโs not what I meant, I didn't want to start my life over in some town full of ignorant people.โ You gritted out, hand clenching the bag of gummy worms.
ย โIgnorant people, and yetโyou still donโt fit it in. Telling isnโt it?โ
ย Despite your fear, you felt your own rage starting to build within you and before you could stop yourself, you spat out โWhat do you care? You never wanted me here. You just wanted my dad here in your clutches and you knew that wouldnโt happen if we hadnโt moved. He would have never chosen you over my mom.โ
ย Laura sneered, โItโs not much of a choice when sheโs rotting in some coffin, six feet under, is it? Iโm sure sheโs relieved to be done with you and all the disgusting things you do for attention.โ
ย โShut up!โ You demanded, seething now as the devil incarnate dared to speak about your mother in such a disrespectful manner. Laura was only able to sleep in a bed alongside your fatherโwear that tacky ring on her finger because your mother had tragically lost her life.ย
ย Laura wouldnโt be but a mosquito in the room if your mother were alive.
ย You hadnโt been expecting the strike that came next, hadnโt been prepared for Laura to pull her arm back and swing it forward, cracking your cheek so hard you almost spun. You yelped, hand reaching up to press against the skin of your cheek, feeling it throb and sting under your touch.
ย She fucking hit you. You gaped at her in disbelief and Laura didnโt look remotely apologetic.
ย โI am beyond tired of you and I am not going to wait until some maniac guts me to be rid of you. Especially when youโre already a threat to my life. No. I wonโt stand for it, so I took it upon myself to begin your admittance to Hawkins National Psychiatric Center.
ย Your blood ran cold as images of the unsettling โcenterโ flooded your mind. Youโd heard of it before, horror stories told amongst your peers. A psych ward. And Laura Cunningham was going to have you committed.ย
ย โNo, please. No.โ You whispered, voice laced with fear.
ย โItโs for the good of everyone,โ Laura began, leering over you. โYou donโt belong here. Your place is locked up, solitary confinement where no one will have to see you ever agaโ
ย THUNK.
ย Laura let out the smallest of gasps.
ย You watched the unsettling blue of her eyes give away to whites and red veins as they rolled to the back of her head, her body going limp as she tipped forward and fell face first to the ground. Your mouth dropped open as you watched her collapse, gurgling and twitching on the ground for just a few seconds before she went still. Then your gaze flitted to Eddie, who stood tall with your old sewing machine clutched in his hand, a corner stained red.ย
ย Your eyes flashed back down to Laura, and they widened in size when the pink of your carpet began to turn a bright red, blood seeping out of her skull to pool around her head and soak into the floor.
ย Eddie made a grunt that sounded more so like a noise of satisfaction and tossed the sewing machine back into the closet.ย
ย You heard them before you saw them. Eddie had found the small pair of scissors included with your sewing machine and clipped them in the air before he bent down. You could only watch, stunned silent and with morbid curiosity as Eddie snipped your stepmotherโs ear off.
ย โOh, godโฆโ You finally found your voice, eyes darting anywhere else to avoid seeing the skin severed. You breathing became labored, chest rising and falling rapidly as you staved off a panic attack while your undead friend cut the ear from Lauraโs dead body.
ย Eddie held it up in triumph, like it was some sort of medal rather than a human ear.
ย โWhaโ? Whyโ?โ You couldnโt even finish a sentence and Eddie must have noticed how distraught you were. He rose from the floor, stepping over Lauraโs body to pull you into his arms and despite what had just occurred, you returned the embrace; arm slipping under his to clutch at the back of his shoulder, desperate for the comfort he was offering. His hand rubbed circles over your back and you leaned your cheek against Eddieโs shoulder, stare never once leaving Lauraโs body as you whimpered.
ย When he pulled backโjust enough to be able to look at your faceโhe held the ear up, towards you.
ย You knew exactly what he was asking you to do.
ย โEddieโฆIโI canโt. I canโt do thatโฆWe have to bury the body first.โ You placed a hand on his chest, leaning into him again as you both turned your heads to stare at someone who was no longer a problem for you. For the first time, in a very long time, you felt safe.
ย Eddie had rescued you.
Moving the body was surprisingly easy. Youโd expected Eddieโs limbs to be fragile for some reason, a foolish thought considering heโd so easily crashed through your window that first night. Eddie actually possessed a great deal of strength, easily lifting Lauraโs bodyโwrapped in sheetsโand carrying her downstairs.ย
ย Movement seemed to be getting easier for him, limbs that had been out of use for years returning to life and unstiffening just as he had. If his arms could support Lauraโs body with no problem, you wondered what had happened to his missing hand in the first place.
ย You made sure the coast was clear before you pulled your bus up the driveway and Eddie placed the body in the back. It obviously hadnโt been strapped down, so while you drove to the cemetery, Lauraโs body was rolling around, banging against the sides of the Volkswagen. Eddie just turned up the music youโd been playing.
ย The cemetery was vacant, thanks to the relatively early time of the day. Most people still hadnโt gotten off of work yet, which made this easy for you and Eddie. It wasnโt the most respectful thing to doโyou were just out of options. A grave had already been dug out, for some poor recently deceased soul (not Laura, she could go to hell), so, the two of you had quite literally dumped Lauraโs body into the empty hole and covered her with a layer of dirt so sheโd go unnoticed when theyโd lower the coffin, of whoeverโs grave this was, into it.ย
ย After the deed was done, the two of you stood side-by-side, staring into it.ย
ย โIs death comforting?โ You asked, breaking the silence. Eddie didnโt answer, didnโt even grunt, so you turned your head to the side to find him already staring at you.ย
ย He shook his head.ย
ย โGood. Cโmon.โ You gave the burial plot, now and forever housing Laura, an extremely and aggressively disrespectful finger, and tugged Eddie back to the bus. He went willingly after kicking some more dirt into it.
ย When the two of you returned homeโafter you briefly stopped for ice cream while Eddie waited in the busโyouโd gotten straight to work; Eddieโs head in your lap as you sewed the ear into place.
ย While you threaded the needle through the skin, Eddie waited patiently, thumb playing with your fishnets. Once you knotted the string and used your teeth to nip off the excess, you admired your work.ย
ย Good stitching, secure and it wouldnโt fall off. The coloring was a bit odd, skin appearing obviously more lively than Eddieโs dull gray-green tint. Beggars couldnโt be choosers.
ย โDone.โ You announced, hands resting on the mattress at your sides. Slowly, Eddie rose to a sitting position, head shifting around to face you, โWhatโs the survey say? Ear any good? Hear anything?โ
ย Those big, deep brown, baby cow eyes of his looked despondent as he shook his head.ย
ย โMm-mm.โ
ย You sighed, feeling a bit despondent yourself. Heโd saved you from a life of medicated compliance and padded walls, and you couldnโt even get the human ear youโd stitched to the side of his head to work. You felt guilty knowing you couldnโt make him whole again, as he so desperately wanted to be. Couldnโt be his blue fairy.
ย You reached your fingers up, tips brushing alongside the soft outer edge of his ear. How funny that an appendage that had once belonged to the nastiest person youโd ever encountered, a woman who hated your very existence, was now endearing because it was a part of the guy before you. Your friend. Your protector. What had taken place that afternoon would no doubt lead to trouble, but you knew Eddie hadnโt acted out of malice.ย
ย Heโd simply wanted to help you. Andโokay, yes, he got an ear out of it, but it didnโt work. What mattered is that you werenโt alone anymore. You had someone that actually cared about you. Enough to kill for you, even.ย
ย It feltโฆlike you mattered to someone.
ย โIโm sorry.โ You mumbled in disappointment, โI really did think it was gonna work, too. Guess Lauraโs still useless, even when sheโs dead.โ
ย Your hand dropped back into your lap as the two of you simultaneously heaved out sighs.ย
ย โAt least you have something there, you know?โ You tried to see the positive side, keep Eddie happy, โLike nipples with boob jobs. The dial doesnโt work but you can still turn the knob.โย
ย He made a humming sound, contemplating the analogy, weighing it as his head tilted this way and that way.ย
ย โMaybe itโll catch up with you later, like the rest of your body. Donโt think I havenโt noticed you getting better at moving around.โ You teased, nudging your shoulder playfully against his.
ย Eddie stiffened and you thought you might have offended him, โI meanโIโm not paying super duper close attention or anything, I just like to watch youโItโs not like I see a living dead guy every day.โ
ย โUnngh.โ Eddie seemed to pay no attention to your word vomiting, pointing at a sharpie on your nightstand.ย
ย โWhat? This?โ You reached over and snagged it, offering it to him. He carefully took it from your hands, his hardened fingers brushing over your soft ones, and awkwardly popped the cap off with his thumb.ย
ย Your eyebrows shot up as Eddie began doodling on the skin of your hand near your thumb and index finger.ย
ย โWhy did I think you were illiterate?โ You mused aloud and Eddie briefly stopped to glare at you and grunted, unamused, โYou canโt blame me, you could have picked up a pen and paper this entire time, hellโI have an Etch A Sketch you could have been using instead of making me decipher your โuuunnngghhssโ.โ You did your best impression of his zombie grunting and he put the sharpie between his thighs so he could flick the cap at you.ย
ย Like an expert dodger, you lifted your hand just in time for it to bounce off your palm as you giggled and he went back to finishing up his little doodle.ย
ย A lightning bolt.ย
ย Your lips pulled into a soft smile as you admired it, something warm pooling in your belly. It was cute and there was something very attractive to you about walking around with Eddieโs little sketch on you.
ย An Eddie Was Here, if you will.
ย And then it hit you. Lightning.
ย โOH.โ
ย Eddie grunted, pleased that youโd picked up on what he was trying to convey.
ย โBut how are we gonnaโฆโ You trailed off, brows furrowing as a montage of the two of you played in your head; sticking a metal rod in the ground with Eddie holding onto it as you waited for some approaching storm to electrocute him. The only problem was the weather forecast for the week predicted nothing but sunshine and clear, starry nights. No electrocution for the week. Unlessโฆ. โOh my god.โ
ย You turned to Eddie, grinning almost maniacally, โIโm a genius.โ
ย Forty minutes later, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror Chrissy had set up inside the tan shack. It was softly aglow with pink and warm hued fairy lights, and neon blue coming from the tanning bed. One of her beauty pageant crowns was placed on your head, and you had to admit, it did make you feel pretty. It looked good on you, too. Huh. Maybe you should have done pageants, could have won one, even.
ย Sparks flew from the tanning bed, some feet away, with Eddie inside of it.ย
ย It was the next best thing to actually being struck by lightning. Well, it was either the tanning bed or electrocuting him in the small pool with a plugged in radio, but you didnโt want to get wet.
ย You grabbed a little fairy wand, no doubt part of one of Chrissyโs pageant costumesโprobably Galindaโand posed with it, pleased with your reflection. Your hair was frizzy and it somehow added to your allure.ย
ย You could rock with this confidence thing for a while if it made you not hate yourself like usual.ย
ย The tanning bedโs buzzing whirled down until it was silent, save for a few random sparks, and the bed opened up, top lifting to reveal Eddie laying in a cloud of smoke, wearing those little goggles youโd insisted on to protect those pretty eyes of his.
ย You got up to check on him, tapping his chest with the end of the wand, โYou baked enough?โ
ย He groaned as he sat up and dinged his head on the top of the tanning bed and you flinched, dropping the wand.
ย โOoh, yeah, Iโve been there too.โ
ย Grabbing onto his hand, you helped pull him out of the tanning bed to sit on the edge and sat beside him, pushing the goggles up his large forehead and pinning away his bangs.
ย Eddie didnโt say anything, just blinked sluggishly. He was baked alright, that voltage was no joke.
ย โEddie,โ You leaned in to whisper in his ear. โCan you hear me in there?โ
ย No reaction.ย
ย โEDDIE MUNSON, CAN YOU HEAR ANYTHING I AM SAYING?!โ
ย To your amazement, Eddie flinched away from your shrieking, and with his face turned to you, you noticed he looked different, skin moreโฆskin like. Not the leather youโd noticed before. He still hadnโt answered you, so you kept going, โIS THAT A YESโYEAH?โ
ย Eddie groaned out, face affronted as you continued to scream at him and your shrieking turned into screams of excitement. Eddie joined you in yelling (well, he tried, it was very loud groaning) when it dawned on him.
ย It worked. Eddie Munsons had two working ears.
ย โOh my god!โ You flung yourself at him and immediately jolted away when you got shocked. Eddie reached out for you, resting his hand on your shoulder, โNo, itโs okay, that was on me. I got too excited, but oh my god! Eddie! It worked! We got you a working ear!โย
ย You were beaming, felt like youโd cracked the secret of life. And it looked like Eddie was trying to smile at you, corners of his lips pulled up just a tad.ย
ย The two of you looked ridiculous, you with your frizzy hair, crown and fairy wand, and Eddie with his electrocuted hairdo, tanning goggles making his bangs look insane and a slightly discolored (actually, it was looking more like his skin tone now, bizarre) ear, with one earring and one hand.
ย You glanced down at your arm; specifically, at Eddieโs arm resting against it. The one that lacked a hand.
ย Well, youโd already started.ย
ย โI think I know someone who can give you a hand.โ
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My Sweetest Heart: Yandere! Fushiguro Toji Mini Series
Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he wonโt leave you alone.
Part One here
Part Two here
Part Three here
Part Four here
Part Five (Final Part) here
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Yandere! Gojo Satoru One Shot - Coming Soon
Description: Gojo is your secret lover and he will do everything in his power to make you leave your husband for him.
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Yandere! Nanami Kento One Shot - Coming Soon
Description: You were once happily married to Nanami until it all fell into crumbles. Nanami will stop at nothing to win his dear wife back.
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Yandere! Ryomen Sukuna One Shot - Coming Soon
Description: You catch the eye of the notorious serial killer, Ryomen Sukuna and suddenly people start disappearing around you.
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Yandere! Geto Suguro One Shot - Coming Soon
Description: Geto wants you to worship him the way he worships you.
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Love Notes: Yandere! Choso Kamo One Shot - Here
Description: You start receiving sweet, anonymous love notes from a secret admirer which start turning perverted over time.
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pairing: jason todd x fem! reader
summary: jason todd was the exact type of guy you've been warned about your whole life, one that would stain you forever, lead you in the world of perdition... or that's what he seemed at least. you hated him, he hated you back, and nothing could ever make this hatred disappear. unless it was bite sized, weighted less than ten pounds and was a perfect mixture of you two.
status: ongoing
genre: romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, unwanted pregnancy, with a bit of smut here and there
rating: 18+ (MDNI). Although most chapters are safe for all ages, many will contain 18+ content. Each chapter will be tagged individually, reader discretion is advised.
word count: 45,7k
warnings: contains themes of family abuse, sex, mentions of abortion, drug use, and others that I will be updating along the way.
links: general masterlist ; playlist
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sometimes you couldn't help yourself from hating everything, sometimes you couldn't help bumping into people, sometimes certain stains were hard to remove
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when you least expect, you're hurt somehow. at the hospital with someone you did not expect to ever be with, you night takes an unexpected turn and you're hurt more than you wanted to.
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a helping hand turns an enemy into a friend for one single night of truce. one single night that ends up redefining their entire relationship, the start of where everything is about to change.
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since your last encounter, jason has been living rent free in your head. you didn't want to, you needed more, and more found you in an unexpected way.
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you're pregnant. somehow, your baby daddy has to find out about it.
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when everything seems go, at least start, to go right, you're getting to actually enjoy the thoughts of your pregnancy, things take a turn. no, not a turn, a fucking spin, a descent in a downward spiral. basically, you're fucked.
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It was a normal night, till he had to look for you. And then, the storm began.
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โ = smut
โ RAFE CAMERON
โก How Rafe would treat you each season... / headcanons
โก Rafe x Reader GF
Rafe spoils you by buying you books / fluff
โก Rafe x Shy GF Reader / fluff, suggestive
How Rafe treats his shy girlfriend...
โก Blood Pact / Jealous!Rafe x Reader
Connecting your blood with Rafes as a promise to be his forever
โ Rafe takes care of you after a horrible dinner with his family / smut
โก A whole day of Rafe spoiling you ๐
โก Scary? My God, you're divine
Telling Rafe you love him for the first time...
โก Rafe & hickeys
SOCIAL MEDIA
โก Texting bf!Rafe part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4
โก Snaps with bf!Rafe
โก Readers stories with bf!Rafe
โ JJ MAYBANK
SOCIAL MEDIA
โก Texting bf!JJ
โ THEODORE NOTT
โก Dating Theo headcanons
โก You're the best I ever had, you're the worst I ever had
You and Theo used to be close but you aren't anymore, he gets your attention by being mean to you / angst (good ending)
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FEEL FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS!! My inbox is always open! ๐
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the music was deafening, bass seeming to turn your insides into mush as you stood in the bustling crowd.the distinct smell of weed filled your nostrils intoxicatingly , your eyes glazed across the room to find the source.then your eyes found him.
he wore a fitted black shirt that emphasized every muscle,every vein.the material practically stretched with at how big his muscles were.your eyes flickered down to his tattoos,each delicately drawn and shaded as the last on his pale skin.his jawline was sharp and clenched,red solo cup wrapped between his huge hands making it look like a toy.and as if he could feel your eyes admiring him he looked directly at you across the room,dark eyebrows furrowed over dark eyes.
a half lit cigar lay tantalizing between his plump pink lips,he wasnโt supposed to be smoking in the the partyโs host house but he didnโt care.his dark hair was pulled up into a messy half up half down and you longed to run your fingers through the raven mess.you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, suddenly feeling exposed with your black v necked leather shirt and skirt so short your ass would be out of if you bent over.
involuntarily your legs began walking towards him, pushing through the crowd to get to the mysterious sexy stranger.a smirk tugged across his lips as you finally made your way in front of him in all of your glory.glistening brown skin,plump two-toned lips lined with a brown pencil,upturned seductive eyes adorned with big fluffy lashes a smile cascading across your face showing off your pearly white straight teeth.
โhi iโm y/n.โ
your voice was sultry and sweet like a siren.his dark eyes searched yours for a moment before he returned the smile.
โgetou.โ
his voice was deep and guttural,matching him perfectly.now that you were close you could smell him a mixture of musk and spice. everything about this man was perfect.you wanted him.from the moment he looked at you he could tell you were a freak,despite that innocent look you had he knew.getou knew you desired to bent over like a slut,choked until your face turned purple and your lungs screamed for the sweet release of air. he couldnโt explain the sudden attraction to you and yet it made him crave for you even more.
โf-fuck getou.โ you whimpered out as he rocked his hips into you,hands wrapped in your hair as he pulled your head back whilst kissing and licking your neck.he felt so good inside of you that you wanted to scream but all you could do was grip the bathroom counter and take his relentless thrust.
โi knew you wanted me to fuck you,you slut.โ he whispered in your ear,a shiver riveting through your body as the sound of your wetness filled the bathroom with each thrust.getou was so fucking deep inside you that it hurt but in that pain was a hint of pleasure.you whined as his tip brushed against your g-spot,eyes screwing shut as he drilled the spot perfectly and effortlessly.
โa-ah youโre fucking my pussy s-so good.โ you cried out,hands finding his messy hair and pulling.he groaned into your neck,dick twitching as you pulsated around him.your pussy was tight and wet,and he fit like a puzzle piece .you could hear the muffled music from the party along with angry beats on the door as someone shouted to come out from the other side.
โcum on daddyโs dick,itโs okay let me fuck you through your orgasm.โ
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hi!! could u an oscar smut wherein he's fooling with reader, making her supress her moans bcs the walls are thin, but in reality, they were soundproof (like his drivers room post-rough race for ex.) thank uuu
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: silverstone 2024 was a tough one for oscar. he needs a bit of relieving... some reassurance if you will.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: 18+ (minors dni), mentions of silverstone 2024 if you couldn't tell, kissing, blowjob, technically unprotected even though it's not oral sex, pussy rubbing (?), fluff, insecure oscar :(
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: oscar piastri x girlfriend!fem!reader
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๐/๐: ugh loved doing this request! kinda took a bit of creative liberty but i hope you enjoyed it either wayโก๏ธ // as usual, poorly proofread
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Oscar hated Silverstone with a fucking passion.
He must say, it was a newfound passion but the enthusiasm he had for it was unparalleled.
He could've won.
His first Grand Prix. His team's home race. It would've been perfect.
But in the end, his pure loyalty and reliance on McLaren let him down. He should've boxed. Fuck, he knew that. Why didn't he just say it?
Oscar couldn't help but give tight smiles to his staff as he ventured towards his room, completely over the briefing they just had. He wasn't in the mood to play nice. Kim Needle, his trainer, was hot on his trail.
Abruptly, he stopped in between the papaya and black corridor, turning to meet the surprised face of his trainer. "Kim, listen, I just need some time alone... if that's alright," Oscar asked timidly, not wanting to be an asshole entirely.
Kim pursed his lips and nodded. "Whatever you need, mate. Just come out when you're done, okay? We'll get through this one."
Oscar nodded in response, giving him a thankful smile before continuing on. Upon opening the door, he couldn't be more relieved at the sight of you worriedly sitting on the small black couch.
"Osc," you said softly, standing up from the couch with a pained smile.
The driver simply returned the gesture, closing the door behind him. He eyed your open arms, laughing internally before welcoming the warm hug.
Oscar bit his lip, trying to prevent the string of sighs coming out but the soothing rubs of your hand on his back made it difficult. He could hear your muffled sorry, apologising for the rough day.
His hands around your waist tightened. "I... fuck, I should've done better," he admitted.
Your eyes widened, immediately pulling away from the comforting embrace, letting his hands still rest on your waist. You held his warm, tired face in your hands, sternly meeting his brown eyes. You could feel Oscar relax in your grasp. "Hey, no, no. Don't do that. You did so well, baby. Just give it some time, hmm? I know it was a shitty move but it's the first time in a while McLaren's had such a fast carโa winning car. No one's going to get this right immediately."
Oscar searched your eyes, feeling your fingers trace the etched in lines of his racing gear across his face. He never knew how you did it. And by 'it,' he meant the way you consoled people. He was secretly jealous of it. How did you always know the right thing to say? God, it was almost as infuriating as it was admirable.
You were worried Oscar had gone down a horrible spiral of some sorts with his unresponsive expression. But much to your surprise, your lips had found an answer before you could even think of one.
Your arms fell to his shoulders, hands hanging around his neck. Oscar's lips, often familiar, were lost in a more passionate haze, pulling you in closer towards him.
You think you were struggling to breathe. You weren't quite sure. You could hear strained breathing. Whether it was you or Oscar was a mystery. There was one thing you were certain of, however. The burning sensation travelling up your spine as his fingers grazed your bare hot skin under your shirt.
You gasped at the coldness of his touch, allowing Oscar to kiss you deeper, accessing your mouth fully with his tongue. A small moan travelled to your ears as your hands reached those brown locks.
You rasped Oscar's name, trying to pull away for some air but it was as if some ravenous monster had captured your boyfriend. Your neck tingled with feel of his lips pressing sloppy kisses down the base, hot breath sending goosebumps up your skin.
"Oscar," you said again, this time covering his lips with your hand. You watched as his lust-ridden eyes flickered to yours, both of your chests heaving desperately for air. You could tell he was wondering why you were stopping him, especially when you were enjoying it so much. "We'll get caught."
Oscar wanted laugh internally. While it may have been your first time trying something out in his driver's room, Oscar had spent one time too many with his hands on his cock, cumming to your name. He knew they were soundproof. God forbid, someone heard private matters or him screaming out of frustration on a bad race.
But you didn't need to know that.
"Guess you'll have to be quiet then. Can you do that for me, baby?"
You blinked blankly, throat dry all of sudden. Without a word, you nodded. Your knees almost buckled at the sinister grin on Oscar's face as he took you by the hand and sat you onto his lap.
Oscar looked up at you, smiling softly while tucking your hair behind your ears. "You look so pretty," he murmured, hands brushing your body ever so slightly. "All for me?"
"All for you," you whispered, pressing your lips onto his neck.
Oscar's head fell back and his eyes closed as you took your sweet time attacking his neck. Your kisses were soft, resisting the urge to mark his neck. All the words Oscar had learned in all his years of living were coiled at his throat. He could never think straight when you glided your lips across his Adam's apple. Nor when he could feel you nestled into his laps, creating bigger problems than he imagined.
You could feel his muscles tense as your hand slid down his shirt, stopping right at his v-line. Oscar opened his eyes, looking at the spot where your hand paused and thighs straddled him. He sucked in a sharp breath, looking at you with a pleading gaze.
You smiled. Under different circumstances, you would tease him. But you couldn't afford to tease. You didn't have the time to. Your hands crept to the waistband of his jeans, pulling down the material along with his boxers.
Oscar let out a low exhale at the feel of cold air brushing his semi-hard cock. He swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth as you sunk to your knees, hand gently grazing the tip of his cock. "Oh fuck," he hissed, eagerly watching you open your mouth to let strings of warm saliva drop onto his cock, hand wrapping around to rub the lube up and down his shaft.
Your tongue swiped the bottom of your lip before pressing a small kiss to his tongue, feeling Oscar's cock twitch in anticipation. Your mouth opened, lips stretching as you hollowed your throat, taking in his cock.
A quiet groan slipped out of Oscar's mouth upon the feel of your warmth spreading around his cock, almost disappearing into your mouth. He couldn't tell what was worse. The way your mouth felt or the way you looked up at him with those eyes.
Oscar's hand travelled to the back of your neck, gathering all your hair in one hand before twirling it around to tighten his grip. He sighed as you opened your throat up further, allowing him to guide his cock. "Such a good girl," he praised.
Your thighs clenched at the praise, holding back your moan. You could feel your head begin to move as he pushed his cock down your throat. You relaxed your cheeks and mouth, taking as much of him as you could.
Oscar averted his eyes from your mouth to your face. God you were just so pretty. Your big glassy eyes, skin flushed with traces of sweat, lips red, soft, and puffy while your fragrance lulled him.
A jolt was elicited out of Oscar's body upon the feel of your hands travelling towards his balls, taking the time to rub them gently as the pace of your mouth began to speed up.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, muscles tensing while the tingling feeling at the pit of his stomach began to bubble. Reluctantly, no matter how insane you were driving him, Oscar pulled you away, heavily breathing. "I need you," he immediately said.
Without too much thinking, you were standing and undoing your own pants, letting Oscar partially pass away as the sight of your wet panties.
Instinctively, Oscar's hands reached for your waist, thumb moving to graze your covered wet folds, satisfied at the jerk of your body as he brushed your clit. He reached to grab his cock before he felt your hand on his wrist.
"Oscar," you called urgently.
"What?" He almost said painfully, knowing very well that you knew he had put off his own climax.
You winced, almost apologetic to what you were about to say. "We don't have a condom."
Oscar blinked at your words, head slumping down. Fuck. Of course... of course you didn't. As much as he loved children and especially if they were with you, he didn't have any idea of them any time soon.
But he did have a better idea.
Oscar snapped his head back up, standing up to lie you down on the couch.
"Osc, what are youโ"
"Trust me, this is going to sound stupid and I'm going to feel thirteen all over again, but just trust me."
Before you could respond, you could see Oscar hovering over you with the greediest desperation. You took a sharp breath as he pulled your underwear to the side and hooked his cock underneath, flushed against your folds.
Slowly, rather than pushing into you, he rubbed his cock between your folds, letting the tip of his cock skim your clit.
"Oh fuโ" you quickly covered your mouth, moaning into your forearm, teeth biting down on your lip as you remembered those thin walls.
Oscar knew exactly how you felt. It was stupid and almost childish to do but the feeling of his cock against your folds, bordering going in, receiving the vibrations of your convulsing body as he circled your clit drove him to depths of insanity he never knew he had.
He moved to remove your arm, hearing your refusal as he thrust his hips against you. "Let me hear you, baby. It doesn't matter."
You didn't understand what he meant but you couldn't do anything but fall apart, almost weeping at the way his cock felt against your pussy.
"Fuck," you sobbed out, own hips bucking faster as you chased your climax. It was hard, coming in waves while Oscar drove you higher with his thumb on your clit, moving ever so slowly.
"That's it, come on," Oscar cajoled, letting you ride out your high as he restrained himself from cumming right there and then. As much was he wanted to, he really couldn't.
He called your name, bringing you back to reality with his own desperation. You smiled sweetly, opening your mouth as Oscar's hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down his shaft with an urgent speed.
You could hear the loud rasp of Oscar's while his hips stuttered, spilling his warm cum into your mouth. Without wasting a second, his hands travelled to your face and brought your lips to his, tasting himself on his tongue.
"Well done," Oscar said, "I'm proud of you." He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your lips as he brought you into a hug.
"Hey! That was my line," you complained, narrowing your eyes playfully making him laugh quietly to himself.
"Thank you though. For making me feel better. Before and well, this," he whispered with a wide smile.
You pursed your lips. "Anything for you, Osc. Just don't think about it too much, okay? I always worry what goes on in that sweet little head of yours."
Oscar laughed again, reaching over to grab your pants. He watched you put a leg into them before you paused, making him raise a brow.
"I thought you said the walls wereโ"
"Uh, uh," Oscar cut off, gesturing for the second leg of your pants. "Just don't think about it too much," he repeated with a cheeky grin.
You gaped, suddenly clicking two and two together. "Oscar! You little shit!"
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hi! i was wondering if you could write dating hc's for duncan and courtney (separate) please?
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but unfortunately, I do not currently write for courtney :(. although, I hope you like what I do have written and that it doesn't discourage you from requesting in the future :).
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you went on this stupid, island, reality show to win $100,000, which could've most definitely changed your life for the better. but instead, you got a delinquent meat-head who had... somehow, earned your heart faster than the cash. "how" and "why" is beyond you. but at least you could come up with a list of some semi-convincing reasons as to such...
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fem!reader x duncan - she/her/hers pronouns
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season one (total drama island)
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harsh language/cursing - dangerous elements/themes mentioned - duncan being himself lmao (possibly a little ooc? I apologize if so) - established romantic relationship - casual dominance (cuz ik that can irk some people) - possessive terms (my, his, etc).
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When you applied/auditioned to be on the show, you didn't actually think they'd pick you. It was a stupid dare amongst friends back home! No way would they pick some random girl with no experience or even a resume from (home/town/city).
And then, they did๐.
Next thing you know, you're being flown out to Canada and then dropped off from a yacht on some random, deserted island. Just your luck to apply for a scammy and sketchy reality show rather than what you were promised...
And, to top it all off, your host might as well have been a sociopath, your chef, a psychopath, and you were now forced to spend your time with twenty-two other lunatic teenagers for eight weeks. Eight. Weeks. To be fully and completely clear, you did not want to be here.
How could this get any worse?
Duncan. That's how.
He irked you at first. No, you didn't hate him. He actually had his moments where you found him quite funny with a sarcastic quip he had said or entertaining with some random stunt he pulled.
But other than that...
"I'm not jumping. I miss the safe zone and get eaten alive by sharks, and then what?"
"Oh'ho, you're jumping, sweetheart. I'll be damned if you lose this challenge for us because you're not a strong swimmer."
"That's not what I said. And what're you gonna do? Make me?"
...you were firm on your dislike for him.
Not that the feelings weren't reciprocated, of course. Though he wasn't exactly opposed to eying any pretty girls he happened to come across, he didn't intend to date. He came to win $100,000, just like the rest of them. And though he had grown used to the way your attitude struck any and everyone who tried to manipulate you into doing something you didn't want to do, at least you weren't Courtney, stick shoved up your butt.
Onto the more headcanon-y portion of this list...
I feel like Duncan actually wouldn't be opposed to random hookups or anything like that. But, once he has specific eyes for someone, he treats things as if he's already bagged them (manifesting king๐ปโจ๏ธ). And in this case, them is you. He didn't get the hots right away, but after a couple of weeks or so of spending basically all of his time around you (being on the same team and all), he wasn't too surprised upon coming to terms with those feelings.
Not that you could exactly tell, with him running around calling you "sweetheart" and "angel-face" and whatever other petnames he could come up with on the fly. You figured it was just him being...well... Duncan! Not to mention, you weren't exactly all that fond of him.
Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Ehh. You'd warm up. He'd actually make sure of it because even if the show didn't end with him either winning the money or getting you as a girlfriend, the least he'd accomplish is wooing you.
He's not gonna sacrifice his reputation for that, so he'd have to play it cool. And during the seventh challenge, an opportunity came to light; he'd help you concor your fear! Not only would it win your team the challenge, but it'd be a huge step into winning over your heart. With peering eyes (and cameras around), he was there to be your tough-love.
"Get over it, toots, it's just (your/fear)!!"
"Do not mess this up for us, or I'll guarantee you go home tonight."
"I've been in juvie with worse than this...!"
But, without any evidence to prove it besides your word and a blushing face, he was totally sweet on you.
"C'mere, sweetheart, it ain't that bad. You just need a little warming up to the idea, that's all~."
"The worst that could happen is you'll be called a chicken. It's not like you'll get voted off. Not while I'm here."
"Babe, you are entirely too cool to be skeezed out by (your/fear). We're gonna have to work on that, yeah?"
Him sling-shotting you through such emotions and behavior was intense. But not as much as the way it kept you hooked. And every time you would start to grow fed up, want nothing to do with him, even cuss him out...
Life (Chris McLean) would manage to thrust you two back together. Until, eventually, you got together. I mean, no official labels or anything yet, but god forbid another guy on either team just breathed sultry in your direction (coughCodyprobablycough). Or if you got hurt during a challenge. Or whenever anyone (butmostlikelyHeather) had it out for you.
And in those moments, I think Duncan wouldn't be as good as hiding his infatuation with you. Not that anyone actually had the gall to tease him for it. Besides, he had managed to make his admiration for you look cool. Always muttering a slick, "She wants me." to his guy friends, or smirking at any intimate reaction you'd give him in front of your peers.
All in all, he's a cocky shit. But he made it work in a charming way that you couldn't quite place, and made you wonder why you were even attracted to it/him at all.
And, surprisingly, he could be quite the gentlemen. Rough around the edges, sure, but see if you ever have to hold a door open for yourself or climb down from something without his hand being offered to you ever again.
He even makes sure to censor himself around you! Er- well, tries. If he deems a curse word too heavy for you to hear come flying out of his mouth, it goes a little something like this:
" ...So I rush 'im, right? And then can you believe the motherfucker-...! Sorry, babe. Can you believe this idiot actually tries to shank me?! Wild stuff, man..."
As if he's not already sitting around the campfire telling the most gorey juvie/jail story ever. But nope, the extra heavy cuss words are the stuff that's impolite for your ears๐โ๐ฝ.
#it'sthethoughtthatcountsโก.
OH!! And casual dominance? Definitely a thing in the relationship. Mainly from him, with a simple, "C'mere, doll." or a motion of the hand/finger over towards him. But let's not lie and say this dude isn't a sucker for the moments you boss him around...
"Duncan, go grab that for me, please?"
"I'm busy-"
"Now."
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No further protest, your item retrieved and dropped into your hands with swiftness, and a light red dust on his face badly hidden under a scowl.
Things would get serious/official if one of you two got voted off of the island, though. If you got voted off, he'd be sure to give you the most profound goodbye he can in the very limited amount of time he has to actually say it. Make it very clear you're his girl, "...for anyone thinkin' about trying to make a move while I'm not around." And, he promises that if he wins, he's coming for you, and you'll run off together with the money. Cliche, but how could you say no?
If he gets voted off, he sticks on a brave face and basically threatens you to win lmao๐ญ. Think of it as very intense encouragement coming from a deep down place of love.
"Babe, you better win this whole shit, 'cuz I'm gonna be rooting for you back home. Need these losers to see that my girl is the shit."
I could probably go on forever, but I don't want to make this too long :')...
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this is my first post (as in writing/content) ever, so yay me :D ! and for the person that requested, again, I hope you enjoyed this 'cuz it was fun to write ! although I really don't like the title, but I couldn't think of anything better๐ญ...
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