#(dawn gets slapped in the face basically)

[thewardenisonthecase]

14 Days of Circle Mages: Upbringing/Arrival/Phylactery

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This is my contribution to the @14dayscirclemages following the life of my Rook, Dawn Thorne, long before the Veilguard.

Chapter Summary: A little look into Dawn's last day with her family and her arrival at the Gallows.

A/N: Tw for child abuse (mainly, a 6 year old gets slapped in the face)

9:24 Dragon - The Anderfels

The Thorne family had always been a very religious family. Every night, before tucking her into bed, Dawn’s mother would sing to her parts of the Chant of Light. By age three, her favorite story to hear was of how Andraste pushed back against the evil Tevinter mages. 

Magic is to serve man, not rule over him, her parents would say. This is why we have the circles, to keep mages in check and make sure they can never hurt anyone. 

Apostates are to be feared, her brother would tell her. They are maleficarum. They cohort with demons and use blood magic. Magic is a powerful and dangerous thing, and no mage is ever safe from corruption. 

There had never been a mage in the Thorne family because they were very faithful, Dawn’s mother assured. As long as they continued to believe in Him, magic would never harm them. 

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Dawn’s last day with her family had fallen on her birthday. 

The Thorne family followed its usual traditions. Both of her parents woke her up, kissing her face and wishing her a good day. Her mother let her eat anything she wanted and in the evening, while her father and brother worked, Dawn’s mother combed her hair, a song on her lips. 

The night is long

And the path is dark

Look to the sky

For one day soon

The dawn will come

She giggled. “That’s my name!” “Yes, it is.” Her mother kissed the top of her head. “My little Dawn. I named you after the hymn.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” Her mother began braiding her hair as she continued. “You’re the light of my life, brought into existence by the Maker. I had to give you a fitting name.” 

Dawn hadn’t understood what her mother meant but she didn’t question it. Her mother tied a blue ribbon at the end of each braid and turned her around, giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

Her mother stood up from her chair, and walked to the drawer, retrieving a small wooden box. There was a sort of key mechanism on it, which she turned around three times before handing it to Dawn, telling her to open it. 

Once she did, the box opened, and an image of Andraste spun around and the sound of the music that her mother sang played from it. 

“My mother gave me this when I was very young, Dawn. I want you to have it.” 

The little girl looked at her, green eyes wide and bright. 

“Dawn, what do we say when someone is nice to us?” 

“Thank you, mama!” 

“Goog girl.” She kissed her forehead. “Your father and brother must be done now, go call them for dinner, its time for us to eat.” 

She nodded and excitedly ran outside, clutching the music 

“Papa!” She shouted as she saw her father. He was a big man, tall and imposing, but once he saw her, his face lit up as he picked her up and kissed her cheek. 

“Ah, my Dawn, you look so pretty.” He said as he held her and she smiled. 

“Look at what mama gave me!” She showed him the music box. 

Her father put her on his shoulders and she handed the box to her brother. He examined it for a second before giving it back to her. 

The three of them walked back inside the house, and soon, they were all set at the table. Before they could eat, her mother began to pray.

We thank the Maker for the food we have today, and for the life we were given. Most importantly, we thank Him for giving us Dawn. 

There was a cake on the table, the candles on top of it unlit. Her parents struggled to find a way to light them. 

As Dawn looked at the candles, she began to feel a kindling in her fingers. Perhaps if she could just…

With a wave of her hand, she lit the candles, giggling to herself. Her brother stood up from his chair and looked at her horrified, as her parents turned around confused.

“Witch!” Her brother pointed at her. 

Dawn began to cry, not liking her brother’s tone, as her mother kneeled in front of her grabbing her shoulders. “Dawn, what did you do?”

“I only wanted to help you.” She sniffed. 

“She created the fire. She’s a mage.” Her brother told them. Her parents shared a look, before her mother lifted her up. “Let’s go to bed.” 

The next day, the templars had shown up in her door, and Dawn was only allowed to bring the music box with her. 

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9:24 Dragon - ???

Dawn did not know where they were headed. She tried asking the templars on board but they either ignored her. Some even looked at her with fear. 

There were others like her aboard the ship, mages. Some were much older than her, while others seemed to be her age. Everyone looked terrified to be there. 

Inside her small cabin, she’d hold on tight to the music box, replaying it for hours on end. It was her only source of comfort. Why did no one explain to her what was happening? 

Dawn wanted to go back home. She had cried to the templars and they ignored her. She’d have nightmares, seeing her brother’s face. Where once her father would hold her tight and comfort her, now she’d be awakened by angry men with angry faces as they told her to shut it. 

When they finally arrived at their destination, the young girl was greeted with the sight of scary, golden status of hungry men covering their faces. 

She did not want to leave the boat but the templar gave her no choice. They all exited the boat and there were more statues around them. Dawn and the other mages were brought inside the building, where a tall, blond woman, with cold blue eyes, stood in the center, a greatsword in hand. 

“I am Knight-Commander Meredith and this is the Kirkwall Cirle of Magi - the Gallows. It’s where you’ll stay and learn to control your magic.” 

Dawn swallowed hard as the woman began to list all the things that they could and could not do - their clothes had to be circle appropriate, they couldn’t leave whenever they wanted, they were to stay in their rooms unless they were in class, they were not to cast spells outside of class, they weren’t allowed to speak with outsiders. 

All in the name of them being deemed too dangerous. She held onto the music box even stronger than before. 

Once the knight-commander was done, they were made to stand in line and wait in front of a room. One by one, they were called in, until it was Dawn’s turn. There, two other templars stood. Next to them there was a wooden table with several glass vials. 

They motioned for her to step forwards and she did.

“Your hand.” One of them asked.

“What for?”

“It's for your phylactery.” He answered and Dawn frowned, tilting her head in confusion. 

With a huff, the other one explained. “Their vials, filled with your blood. If you, or any other mage, tries to escape, this will ensure we’ll be able to track you down and bring you back to the circle.”

“Blood?” Dawn’s eyes widened. Her mother always told her stories of wicked maleficars and their twisted use of blood to power their spells. “But…if you’re using blood…isn’t that blood magi-”

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the templars backhanded. “How dare you insinuate such a thing?!” 

“But-”

“Silence! You will do as you are told.”

Dawn lowered her head, as a tear ran down her burning cheek. Roughly, they grabbed her hand, slicing her palm open and squeezing the blood into a vial. Quickly, they wrapped a bandage around it and kicked her out of the room, where she was eventually reassigned to a dorm. 

The other mages around her spoke, but Dawn just laid on one of the beds, holding on tight to the music box. That night, before she fell asleep, she silently prayed to Andraste for answers: what had she done that had been so evil and vile to be cursed like this? And when would her parents rescue her?

For the first time in her short life, Dawn felt like no one had listened to her prayers. 

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[princesitangelita]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ after swearing up and down that you can’t make a sale, jim lets you answer his phone to give it a try. his elaborate plan to prove himself right goes south as soon as the man on the other line buys a heaping amount of paper in exchange for your phone number..

warnings: flirty banter, teasing, fluff, mild humor, slight tension (?), jim being a little jealous (a lot, actually), close proximity

a/n: first jim prompt :,) feel free to send in req’s!

wc: 1.1k

“..but why? why do you think it’s impossible for me to sell paper?” jim was leaning over the counter of the receptionist desk, both of your faces not far from one another’s. “because you answer the phone like this!” he taunted your high pitched ‘customer service’ voice, your cheeks heating as you giggled quietly. “i do not sound like that!” jim smiled when you accidentally snorted, your eyes widening in embarrassment. phyllis looked over at you two, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “there’s a reason you didn’t get the sales position, ditzy.”

you gasped, slapping his arm playfully. “that’s a low blow, halpert!” shaking your head, you opened up the spreadsheet michael had forwarded to you, “and by the way, my insane typing skills got me this position. i get to sit and look pretty all day..” jim nodded, eyes flittering down to the soft curve of your lips. “yeah, that you do.” his voice dropped down a few octaves, the sound paired up with his words made butterflies flutter in your tummy. the girls were so going to be hearing about this later.

you met his eyes for a brief moment, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly at the sudden energy shift. “seriously though, how hard could it be?” just as you asked him, his phone began ringing. “wanna find out?” you were up on your feet, basically buzzing with excitement as you followed jim over to his desk. the last thing jim expected you to do was bend over the hardwood his phone was rested on, his distressed glare finding the cameraman. dwight was eyeing you with pinched eyebrows, wondering what the hell you two were up to now.

for his own sake, jim didn’t dare glance down at your backside in that tight pencil skirt of yours, instead he took his seat, pushing himself all the way in under his desk before motioning for you to answer the damned thing. flashing an innocent smile at dwight, he rolled his eyes as you put the receiver to your ear. “jim halpert speaking!” jim closed his eyes, holding in a laugh as he muted the call. “you have to say your name, not mine..” the realization dawned on you, a little ‘oh, that’s right!’ leaving your lips before he unmuted you.

chirping your name into the phone, the man on the other side of the line sounded confused as he carried on. “hello, is this dunder mifflin? the paper company.” you hummed, drawing a few stares from oscar and stanley. “hi there, my name is jonathan and i was tasked with choosing the best paper for my office, and i came across this number. if you don’t mind, i just had a few questions.” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “of course, i’d be happy to provide you with answers!” jim leaned in, listening closely to the call.

“why should i choose dunder mifflin as my business’s official paper supplier?” it was a simple question, but it still had you wracking your brain for what you should say. “uhm.. well! here at dunder mifflin, we have the best sales representatives always just one phone call away! we will keep your office and/or work space stocked with only the highest quality of paper, card stock, and many more! all at an amazing price as well, and you didn’t hear this from me.. but if you buy in bulk, you get major steals.” jim was flabbergasted. maybe he should be a receptionist instead. this was your desk now.

“wow! that sounds amazing. you really checked all of my boxes.” he laughed, a hint of flirting evident in his tone. “yeah? well i usually do.” jim looked at the side of your face, his gaze burning hot. “i bet.. look, this might come across as really weird, but gosh your voice is so pretty, it’s a nice change from the usual montone robots answering these phones.” you chuckled, the sound making jim want to snatch the thing out of your hand. dwight noticed this, a smug look taking over his features.

michael had his head poking out of his door, the entire office now listening in on your conversation. “put it on speaker!” erin whispered, everyone agreeing in unison. jim sighed, already not liking where this was going. “oh trust me, i know,” you spoke, “but would you be interested in hearing any of my offers?” you motioned for jim to pull up the package deals sheet on his computer. “please, enlighten me.” you gasped, raising your eyebrows at the man next to you. jim was quick to cover the scowl on his face, a fake smile gracing his lips as he pulled up december’s spreadsheet.

“okayyy! so starting off with the most expensive package, for five hundred dollars a month, you get a weekly delivery on your paper, and this includes an unlimited card stock supply that i can personally guarantee will arrive on time, all the time—”

“i’ll take it.” you blinked, dwight’s grin dropping from his face.

“r-really?! you don’t want to hear about my other packages?” jonathan, the man on the other line let out a disapproving hum. “no, i’ve heard quite enough, i’d love to make a deal with you though.” everyone exchanged looks, you and jim meeting each other’s eyes for the first time during this entire ordeal. “okay, may i please get your information?” you took the phone off of speaker, everyone, including michael, groaning in frustration. “i wanted to hear the deal!” kevin shook his head. angela made a face, turning around in her seat as she resumed watching cat videos on youtube.

you were quiet for a few moments, your eyes widening as jonathan stated his offer. “..so what you’re telling me is; in exchange for purchasing the five hundred dollar package, you want my phone number?” the office went into an uproar, dwight shooting out of his seat. “what is this? a phone sex hotline?!” jim couldn’t stand to listen to another second of this, his index finger reaching out and pressing the ‘end call’ button. you yelped, dropping the phone on his desk. “jim, what the hell?! i totally had that in the bag!” you stood up, a series of shouts sounding around the office.

“transfer him to my phone right now!” meredith shouted, jim wasting no time in giving her the number. “alright, ditzy, you could sell paper.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, clearing his throat as he made eye contact with one of the cameras in the corner. you may be lacking a bit in the logical department, but you were an expert when it came to reading jim, and right now? he looked nothing short of jealous. you leaned down next to his ear. “well i’m glad we could settle that, halpert.” jim swallowed thickly, your perfume diminishing all of his senses.

[xephyras]

' A Second Reflection '

MDNI. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: i fear i possibly cooked with this? idk, i wrote it in like 2 hours. first cillian murphy centric smut kinda goes hard.

btw: that new M. Night Shyalaman movie ‘Trap’ sucks. It's basically slutty Josh Hartnett being a dad with mommy issues and everyone not doing their job.

Second, yes, this is fucking diabolical and will in fact be better because I am amazing at writing darker shit.

Third, yes, this is because I watched Red Eye again on my Roku at 1 a.m in my duplex. (Sorry to my upstairs neighbor if you heard my tv.)

warnings: DUB/NONCON. dead dove do NOT eat, 18+, evil!dom!stalker! jackson rippner and sub! reader. jackson rippner is an actual villain, not bastardized, rough sex, unprotected p in v, breeding kink from rippner, dumbification (once again my weakness), heavy degregation, spit kink, biting kink, just overall really mouthy rippner, major power play kink, size difference if you squint, bruising, hickeys, break in, choking, hair pulling, slapping, mirror kink, blood kink, also, jackson rippner is like lowk pathetic bcz, yk... men whining.

word count: 4.18k

NOT proofread, I apologize in advance for any errors or mistakes!

"Keep your eyes on me, slut. I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He barked out, straining on your hair again as he pulled you up.

Darkness filled the room you sat in comfortably, your dust-covered mirror shimmering softly in the cinnamon candles you had lit a few minutes before. Duvet covered pulled up to your chest, and legs shuffling under with a comfort that always seemed to await you, you felt entirely serene.

The day was as usual boring, mostly spent inside working from home, taking a few calls, and mellowing around in your pajamas. These days seem to muddle together into one big mix, but it was nothing you fret over. It was rather comforting compared to the busy streets which bustled from the early hours of dawn to the peak of the night.

Only thing you would say that pinched wildly at your relaxation like a child on St. Patrick's day seeing a person not wearing green, was the overwhelming feeling of a set of prying eyes on you. However, this had become realtively common since you played that damned mirror in front of your bed.

You commonly had liked to rearrange your room; especially on the late nights where your shitty sleep schedule caught up, giving bursts of energy late at night. Hence, you assumed it was your paranoia playing a hopscotch game with you.

Nevertheless, you found the serenity of your window open, blowing a soft wind in, rather comforting. Leaving the blinds open often to let the orange sunset light in, you simply would stare until it went dark at times. Being on the first floor of your home, too, passerby's were actually much more fun to look at than you realized. ‘People-watching’, as some would call it.

However, in this night specifically, the warm breeze flushing onto your shoulders felt rather omniscient of some warning it communicated. You didn't get it, but something irked you. To deprive yourself of your own time, you simply read a book, traveling your mind into the world of your favorite reads.

Conversely, your brain pried at you. Thinking it was simply a lack of sleep, especially because it was now around a quarter after midnight, you set the hard book down. It was a hot night, you might as well have left your window open. After all, it was a safer neighborhood.

After blowing out the residue of your melted candles, you covered the rest of your body with the duvet. Serenity at last, you thought. Gently shutting your eyes, you simply wandered off mentally.

Despite being a rather heavy sleeper, you woke within a few hours to a sense of hefty paranoia. Your eyes couldn't even adjust at first to the darkness and the heaviness of them. Wiping your tiredness away, you peered into your mirror questionably.

The window you leave open, which usually shines in the dim moonlight, was almost blocked? Almost like a shadow. Slowly turning your head to your window to assume it was just your brain, you suddenly saw.

With your heart and sleepiness practically leaping out of your throat in a stiffled yell, shoved the covers off you, preparing to defend your every move. It wasn't just a fucking dark shadow, an entire, short, but rather wide looking silhouette of a man stood quietly, almost mannequin like, against your window sill.

“What the— What the fuck. What the fuck?!” You suddenly screeched out as loud as your throat could allow, the burning of your vocal chords was anything but sensational.

A deep chuckled emerged from the silhouette, shoulders bouncing somehow in a threatening manner. He held something in a pocket of a sweater, of course.

“You need to calm down before I slit your goddamn throat right here.” He suddenly sneered.

You were absolutely frozen, eyes wide with tears you didn't feel even forming. Hands bundled into fists in front of you futily, shaking like you were about to have a seizure.

He stood entirely still once more, practically observing you like some doctor. You decided haphazardly to stand onto your mattress, trying to get a better advantage of higher ground, more area to attack if he did decide to run at you.

“You— need to get the fuck out! Now!” You screamed at the end, trying to not simply break down sobbing. With purpose, your eyes scanned across your room for some weapon.

“I said calm down!” He suddenly grunted out, stomping with one long stride towards you. His palm latched itself to your ankle, dragging you from your sudden position, your head hitting the wall as you fell onto your spine.

A burning familiar to that of a minor concussion filled your senses, a stiffled sob leaving your throat as your vision filled with a dark white, if even possible. Ringing filled your ears as you felt yourself get dragged practically to lay on your stomach, facing your mirror.

He suddenly muttered almost to no one but himself, “You know, you're fucking pathetic. Can't even hold a good fight. All you do is sit—”

A grunt left his throat as he forced his sweater off, tosing it to the side. “And do absolutely nothing. You're a lazy bitch, you should be grateful I’m doing this.” He whispered into your ear, his stubble tickling along your jaw.

Desperately despite your mingling pain in your brain which seemed to radiate to your neck, you flipped yourself to your side, hands raising to try and fling themselves at him. You simply found his hand, calloused and rough, gripping a lump full of your hair, tangling it into his hand. He shoved your head into the mattress, unable to move.

“Stop fighting me, it's useless, whore.” He cursed out to you, a hint of lingering amusement in his poisoned words.

He certainly was talkative. “God, finally able to touch you after so long. You know, I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to do this.” He chuckled out, his voice was unforgivingly soothing while his hands gripped your head like a vice, and forcing the other to grope, pinch, and slap at your back and ass.

Wanting to have his fun, of course. “You need to do more. You're too… lazy. Maybe I’ll fuck a good baby into you, make you mine.” Sneering his voice next to your jaw, licking suddenly. The mixed smell of his aftershave and mahogany-esque cologne was all you tried to focus on.

Your head was utterly pounding, a slight ring in your eardrums forcuing yourself to feel even more of a head ache. Along with his snagging hand forcing you to the bed, and other groping you grotesquely, all you felt was utter pain and despair.

With as much energy as you could have put, you screamed out. Surely someone in this blasted neighborhood would hear. Screaming your pleas of help, Jackson tugged on your hair tight, snapping your neck back and cutting those yells off with a simple yelp into the air like an injured dog.

He dragged his hand from your lower back to your neck, shaking and wet from your tears which stained where he previously pushed you down. With force, he grabbed your neck tight, cutting your blood, but not air off.

“For someone so fucking lazy, only thing you can do right now is put your vocals to use? I will stab you right here and make it look like a suicide. Do yourself a favor and stop gambling with your life.” He enunciated, using his lips to drag themselves along the surrounding area of your ear.

A choke left your throat as the blood rushed back to your brain, the dazy and numb feeling leaving your pained head. You simply felt yourself get flipped to your back, finally being able to see some of the man's face.

He was unfortunately one of the most handsome men you had seen. A sharp jaw, stubbled beard he kept recently, piercing blue eyes. God, why did he have to be doing this?

“Stop it! I'll give you money! Please just stop!” You rasped out with desperate sobs, feeling yourself tears reach to your collarbones. Your nose was running heavy, and lips soaked with your own drool . You didn't care. You were focused enough the fact this man was in your home, hurting you.

His demeanor seemed suddenly much more gentle, but falsely. Like a lion acting gentle as it slowly prides itself up to its prey. His knees trapped around one of yours, holding you tight. With one of his hands, he held your chin now.

Leaning into your wet and puffy face as he smirked, he finally tantalizingly reached his lips to your jaw. “The more you plead, the harder I’m gonna get, and the longer I’ll use you.”

Finally leaning back, he raised his hand to your cheek and slammed it down, hard. A sound only described as a clap released itself along your bedroom walls, swinging your head to the side. Pain radiated harshly though your cheek, hot and burning.

He chuckled at this and leaned down his lips to your heaving neck, using his hands to stabilize himself on either side of your head. Wanting to have a bit of fun with his food so to speak, he licked. Starting at your collarbone, leading itself up to your jugular with silent breaths.

When he did reach, he bit down harshly, hard enough to draw blood, but not hard enough to severely hurt you. A loud shriek left your throat like some horror movie character, your hands flinging up to pull his hair away and desperately claw.

A pained groan left his throat, but he smiled. Finally getting a better view at his face, teeth slightly pink from your neck and his silky hair feeling like knives in your hands suddenly, you realized couldn't even fight him.

Pausing his actions, he developed a nasty sneer of his face, suddenly spitting a glob at your cheek, grabbing your wrists tight enough you knew it'd bruise. Crashing them down into the bed beside you, he dipped his head down once more to your bleeding neck.

Teeth sank into your skin like marshmallows in an out, ranks of pain radiating from your tailbone all the way to the top of your head like you were in a house fire. All you could hear was the ringing of your blasted ears, his heavy breathing and whines, and the shuffle of the duvet.

“God, you taste so fucking good.” He hummed out, licking up the residues and admiring your skin like some sort of art project he made, one he'd surely put on the fridge.

“You know…” he finally leaned back, resting on his knees which trapped you into his touch.

“I've been watching you for a while—before tonight.” Jackson hummed contently, his raspy whisper leaking itself into your ears like honey.

“Especially because… you don't know when—” he spoke, getting up to close the open window. You knew you should've taken it as a chance, but you were frozen. He adjusted your whimsy curtains above it.

“—when to close your goddamn window. It's been such a joy to watch you, you know that? Every morning, you laying in your bed practically refusing to get up… all the way to laying yourself down, leaving it open to feel the breeze.” He chuckled finally at his last words, almost as if to nonverbally stupidly you.

Your head was pounding, the previously persistent ringing now dying down to a simple static noise, deep in your brain. Choked sobs left your throat, your chest heaving with every breath. Barely even being able to see due to the cloudiness of your wet tears, you blinked frantically.

“My boyfriend will be home so—” you attempted to sneer out, getting cut off with a vocal scoff.

“You need to learn how to stop lying, baby.”

Almost as if tantalizing your stupid word choice, he grazed his fingertips up and down your torso, riding your tank top up slightly with every stroke. His breath—you noticed—was heavier, his chest rising and falling every movement.

With a solid hiss, he forced your tank top off you, to which of course to his not-so-very-big-suprise, revealing your bare chest. After watching you for a while, he noticed you would most of the time wear either nothing, or a tank top, maybe paired with some underwear, usually black or navy. Rare occasions, maroon.

A deep chuckle poured out his throat as his rough hands went to your breasts, cupping and kneading them like dough. It hurt, clearly because he had no intent of making you even feel anything. He just craved you like a wolf craved a little sheep. Cries of pain left your throat, trying to claw your hands at his to no avail.

Your hips and legs wouldn't budge as he sat right on them, your head hurt too much to move, your arms like noodles from the sheer anxiety and shock you felt. To this, he laughed in a false-lit pity. Pinching at your nipples, he made sure to leave you as sensitive as possible, with intent to make you cry even more.

Exult filled his icy eyes as his hands dragged themselves down your belly, massaging your sides and hips like fresh bread. It tickled, somehow—the way he moved his hands now around the waistband of your underwear.

They were a deep navy blue, however looked black in this dark room. Shakily exhaling, Jackson dipped his fingers across the line of your clothing, before quickly pulling them clean off, the fabric resting on your shaking legs.

Another shrill howl left your raspy throat, trying to wriggle your hips out of his body weight. He bellowed back quietly in mock, anger mustering his tone. Another hard, cranial slap landed on the side of your head.

“Shut the fuck up.” He berated now; amusement present.

“I’ve always dreamed of this… even nights I didn't sleep.” he cooed out, coaxing one of your hands to his crotch.

You sneered out a messy cry as he pressed your hand to his tented pants, feeling his cock practically throbbing. His breath left his lips shakily as he forced your hand to feel him. Conversely, he kept his hand tight on your hips, not covered finally.

Finally smacking your hand back, he shimmied off the pants he had on after unbuttoning them. He didn't care to pull them all the way down, why not make it a quickie—you know?

“You look like such a whore right now…” he cooed out almost an octave higher, those threatening eyes gazing daggers at you.

An idea suddenly formed in his head as he looked up to himself in the mirror across from your bed. A toothy smile like a sharks spread across his jaw. Piercing his eyes back down, he grunted, flipping you into your stomach once more.

“I want you to see your stupid fucking face while I use you.” he blazed out, sharply snapping your head up by a chunk of your hair.

Your face was a mess. Puffy red eyes, red nose and cheeeks. Entirely wet with tears and snot. Not to mention, you looked absolutely devastated, which was expected, but not this bad.

A choked wail left your throat as you heard his pants shimmy down slightly, and felt his boxers, and clothed cock resting against your pussy. In response, he cooed under his breath. His hand pressed harshly into your lower back.

“It's a shame I haven't done this sooner, you cry like a fucking animal… it's so beautiful.” He mewled out to your face in the mirror rather than looking down at you.

Tearing down his boxers finally, you could hear his cock spring free and tap lightly on his stomach. He was of course hard, more than he had ever felt in a while. hence the fact he'd get off almost nightly thinking of you. Fucking into his fist with throaty groans, imagining it was your cunt instead.

A hearty sigh left his chest as he stroked himself a few times, the precum on his tip shining in the dim moonlight which simmered through the window. He made sure he was slow with his movements, not wanting to end this too fast.

“Keep your eyes on me, slut. I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He barked out once more, straining on your hair again as he pulled you up.

You let out a few whiny sobs, knowing you couldn't get out of this situation. Your scalp burnt. Gazing your eyes up to his face, you saw nothing but lust, and focus. The worst part was you knew he could get away with it.

“Please no— no, no, no, no!” You babbled out with purpose.l

"No, no, no, don't do this!” he mocked an octave higher, looking down to his leaking cock.

“Just sit still, you'll be fine, bitch.” He scoffed.

Lining himself up to you, he spat down on his cock, stroking himself a few more times to give less friction while he fucked you. Emitting a slight grunt, he finally leaned himself into your pussy, feeling your walls and savoring every inch he dove in.

A loud wail left your mouth, you felt like you were practically being split into 2 as he finally bottomed out. His cock was big enough to press hard against your cervix, the feeling was uncomfortable. Desperately, you tried to wriggle your hips off; nevertheless, he held your hips tight.

“I said be still, dumbass.” He hissed out, landing a loud spank on your ass, surely leaving it red.

“God, you feel so—” he enunciated his words, thrusting sharply into you. “So… fucking tight.” He finished his words, chuckling in the air at the end.

Placing his other hand on your hip and holding you steady, he started a rhythmic pace, slow and drawn out. Despite the slowness, he practically pounded into you as hard as he could, savoring your small cries with each stroke.

Craning his neck back to the ceiling, he gently shut his eyes and let his jaw fall open, babbling on in pleasure. A small curse left his lips, his eyes dipping back down to your ass which shook slightly with each thrust.

“Fuck… oh my God, you feel so good. You feel—” he enunciated his words more, sharply picking up the pace, the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the bump of your cervix was intoxicating to him.

The pain was slightly settling down as he kept thrusting into you, your body naturally making yourself wet to lessen the friction. Almost shamefully, you couldn't lie and say it didn't feel good.

If anything, it felt phenomenal. After that pain settled, the feeling of his cock driving into you so deep—deeper than you'd ever felt—was shamefully pleasureful. Despite head still throbbing with his hand tight in it, and the fact you're still a sobbing mess, you couldn't help but whine out in this twisted pleasure.

You were ashamed, but it was better than feeling any sort of pain. To the sounds of your little cries turning into whimpers of pleasure, he laughed heartily, spanking your ass once more just to watch it shake.

“See? Now that you're being obedient, I don't have to hurt you anymore, bitch.” He leaned down, tantalizingly whispering.

As he kept his head next to yours, you couldn't help hear his heavy breath and the slight mewls leaving his throat, deep and pathetic, almost. From your hips, he ran his hands down to the small of your back, pressing your arch further down .

Darting out his tongue, he licked your jaw slightly, reminicsing his gaze over your bruised bite marks that finally stopped bleeding. Landing his tongue on your jugular once more, he planted rather soft kisses. Much better than biting, anyways.

He continued to kiss around the back of your neck and the sides, the stubble tickling you. The mix of this ticklish feeling and his hips pistoning into yours finally started to postpone your crying, leaving you in a whiny state.

“God, you really are a whore, huh? Getting fucking used and you're over here whining like a little puppy.” He slammed his hand down once more, making you yell loudly.

Grazing your eyes to the mirror, the sight you saw was definitely one you'll remember, both for the horrifying reason and one of the fact this man looked utterly pathetic for you. Higher sounding breaths, head dipped to the back of your neck with kisses, and hands kneading our ass.

His eyes pierced up to the mirror, making eye contact with your still wet and puffy eyes. Smirking softly at you, he turned his head from the mirror to the side of your face. Linking his lips with your earlobe, he started speaking.

“See how slutty you look right now? You love this…” he spoke in such a tantalizing way it made you shudder.

You could barely even keep your head up, resting it on the plush mattress as you kept letting you your small moans. Each thrust was pure and plain pleasure. Shockwaves sent up your spine and fogging up your brain.

It could've been the mix of anxiety and your head hitting the wall earlier, but you could barely do anything but moan out in bliss mixed with agony. He leaned back up, flicking his hair back with a jerk of his neck.

The idea popped in his head to reach his hand down finally under your hips, keeping one on your ass to hold you steady. Delicately, he rubbed slow, intricate circles with his index on your clit. Back arching further down with pleasure, you let out an almost pornographic moan.

“Oh, you like that…” he cooed rhetorically, cocking his head to the side as he observed your reaction almost clinically.

His hands moved almost masterfully on your clit, the nerves sending an overwhelming pleasure over your entire body. Your legs shook diabolically, toes curling. Trying your best to stifle how good it felt, you bit down harshly on your lip, feeling your lower stomach arise with a familiar feeling of pleasure.

A sudden, quiet moan left the bottom of his throat, an octave higher than any of the words he'd spoken to you. He even sounded hot, and it tormented you. You could tell he was close to cumming by the way his hips stuttered slightly, how vocal he was getting.

“Fuck… I didn't expect you to feel so— so good." he whined out, dipping down his head, holding your ass tight as he probably could've. It hurt, but not as bad as being bitten or slapped.

He quickly leaned his head back to the ceiling, mouth agape with small whines leaving his throat. With his hand still on your clit, you could actually feel yourself getting closer. The way he looked in the dark in that mirror was somewhat driving you crazy. Yet, you dared not look at yourself, feeling a shame that you think will never be cured.

“Oh— God… fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled out incoherently, suddenly burying his hips into you as deep as he could've gotten, dipping his torso down to bite harshly on your shoulder.

Somehow that was the tipping point for you, feeling that bite and his warm spurts of cum burst into you, foreign and good. Feeling your brain go numb and your mouth agape, your legs trembled heavily.

With that, a loud and drawn out whine left your puffy lips, your hands gripping the duvet sheets as tight as they could. He stood still besides the feeling of his cock still twitching inside of you.

His chest heaved heavily, pressing against your back tight as he popped his hips into you a few more times, just to fuck his cum into you. Leaning back up with a shaky groan, he examined the damage he did to you.

Bruised ass and hips, bites all over your shoulder and neck, slight blood, your crying face in the mirror, and despite all that: he made you cum. He was actually rather proud of himself for that, even though he swore he would just kill you after.

Biting his lip and pulling his cock out of you, stuffing himself inside his boxers once more, he began to speak.

“You're pathetic.” He hissed.

Buttoning his pants back up, he tore himself off that bed, leaving you alone in it. Picking up that sweater from off the floor and the knife he had stuffed in it, he examined you once more. He darted his eyes from the shiny knife to your body, shaky and limp, yet still crying.

“Can't even move now, huh? I dumbed you down real good…” he stepped over you, dragging the knife up and down your spine, watching the goosebumps it gave you.

“Too bad I can't kill you. Your cunt feels to good.” He whispered to your ear.

With that, he stuffed the knife back in his pocket and swung your bedroom door open. He would of course rather just leave through the front door. Turning back to your body, he chuckled.

“I’d prefer you leave your front door unlocked rather than your window.”

another a/n: i deeply apologize for how nasty this is! enjoy and take dark smut crumbs, my fellow jackson rippner lovers.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors if u see this NO YOU DO NOT

Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* (all coming soon)

NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

word count: 3k words

“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

♡

“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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[2kverrr]

MATT TAYLOR - Dating Headcanons

UNTIL DAWN || Matt Taylor x Reader

like every other year, the washington family open up their lodge to their teenagers for the winter. everybody had been waiting for this time of year, booze all week long, no rules, only friends, snowfights, blasting music in the middle of nowhere - to put it shortly, it's haven.

big movie nights on the big projector with hot chocolates and lots and lots of booze

you and matt had been plotting activities since summer, dodgeball in the main living area - come on, it's massive. what else are you meant to do in a room that big?

sledding - even if it meant falling off the edge of a cliff, its all apart of the fun.

matt loved making plans with you, you've never been too sure why, because you're not very punctual, you're an extremely dangerous driver and quite forgetful.

he's an attractive guy, sporty and in shape, really kind; it was a mystery to you why he was still single. it's not like girls actually go for brains anymore - you don't think so anyway.

secretly the group were rooting for the two of you, you oblivious of course, but matt had planned this all out, all fun and games but then you 'accidentally' trip or 'accidentally' fall and in desperate need of a knight in shining armour, then that's where he comes in, heroic and masculine, you are immediately in love with him, you get married, move to fiji and have 4 kids (the first of the bunch HAD to be called matt. jr). it's pretty specific.

it's the day of the winter break we'd all been waiting for, mike had already prepped matt for this big breakthrough. mike slaps his hand onto his face and slowly drags it drown with a grown, "bro, stop being such a pussy - worst she can say is no. no?" the two continue to stroll towards the lodge, slightly unsure where they were headed in the snowy atmosphere. “yeah, i get that,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “but what if she laughs at me?” the thought made his stomach twist uneasily, and he shot mike a frantic glance. you knew matt's used to being the object of jealousy, he's much like mike in that sense, he doesn't have to do much to be adored by people. “dude, she’s not some goddess in a tower,” mike said, rolling his eyes. “she's just a girl! think about it. you’ve spent half your life being friends, spilling deepest and darkest secrets, spending the majority of your time together - hell even your distant family have nicknames for him. "god damn it man! you know her better than anyone, so you should be first to know how she'd react.” matt shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to portray an air of confidence he didn’t truly feel. “just be yourself. you’ve got this.” he whispers, spotting you exiting from the ski lift, patting matt on the shoulder and leaving him with you.

the walk up was oddly awkward, in fact the first 3 days were uncomfortable with the curly-headed boy.

of course, that did not stop you from getting black out drunk every night. day drinking faded into beer pong, then faded into shot competitions, then another cheeky drink when you woke up to prevent any hangover.

matt tried his hardest to get you to lay off the drink, but automatically josh would interrupt and tempt you even more.

it had to be past midnight at this rate, ashley fell asleep on the couch with chris, beth gently placing a blanket over the two of them. sam was attempting to defuse a row between mike and emily as hannah observed hopefully, while josh was falling asleep mid-conversation with jess - embarrassing. all while you were basically fighting matt to grab the bottle out of his hands. “give!” you reach out, but just like every other time, matts long arms push at your shoulder to keep your distance. you huff, stumbling back with half closed eyes, “cocksucker. i’ll find something else. hell - i’d eat crack if josh had any.” you remark with flailing arms. you had promised yourself a good time, a good time that didn’t involve battling your best friend for a taste of liquor. "come on, how about we go find the biggest bed for you to sleep in, i'm sure emily won't notice." his eyebrows raise, awaiting your drunken response. your mouth drops in a shocked manor and your eyebrows furrow as though your offended, "wow - matt, nice going." you try to cross your arms but you end up stumbling into the counter, the boy's hands immediately reach out to stabilise you. "it'd take a lot more than that to take me to bed, thank you very much, mr taylor." you scold, trying to inject a sense of indignation into your slurred words. the room felt like it was swaying gently; perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe just your overwhelming desire to keep your balance. you glared at matt, half-heartedly trying to regain your composure, but the corners of your mouth couldn't help but twitch into a smirk.

you couldn't remember much after that, besides the blinding light bursting through the curtains beaming into your eyes, only a single silhouette there to block it.

you're quite used to getting black out drunk, in fact you've got a casual routine, wake up, hole into your head until you stumble towards the cabinet wherever you are, managing to grab some sort of pill. lie in the bath - this is a crucial step. no water besides from when you awkwardly attempt to drink some from the tap. eventually you throw up the pills you'd taken, so you take a few more. at this point you should be okay to get up and carry on with your day.

you tell yourself this is how it’s meant to be; the routine is as much a part of your identity as the lingering pallor in your cheeks. you’ll put on a brave face, mask the chaos with a smile, and carry on with your day, ever-so-slightly hopeful that today might be different.

though you're not so used to going on a three day bender, every drink you consume having at least a drop of some form of alcohol. so your routine didn't exactly apply.

"hey," a voice whispers, slowly placing a cold cloth on your head, “you okay?” it’s light and gentle, a contrast to the erratic thrum inside your skull.

you squint against the light and the silhouette shifts, revealing matt, but this time with a softer expression, worry etched into the corners of his eyes. “you were insane last night,” he says, half-smiling, half-concerned. matt takes a deep breath, the worry still lingering in his eyes, and leans back in his chair, allowing you some space.

“seriously, what were you thinking?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious.

“you can’t just push yourself like that, especially when you know you haven’t slept in days.” the warmth of his concern wraps around you, thick and palpable, grounding you even as the room spins slightly.

"shit, " you roll over, while trying to sit yourself up, "i'm really sorry" your hands slowly and deeply massage your face, "can't remember a thing."

matt softly chuckles, placing his hands onto the arm rests, “well, where to begin? you were fighting me for a drink. scolded me for tying to sleep with you, which was the opposite of what i was doing. you searched the house for cigarettes and eventually gave up and tried to uber 3 bricks of coke to the lodge. erm… you threw up in the hot tub, on the counter, on emily, on me and i think a bit of miles show when you threw up on emily for the second time.”

you suppress a groan, sinking back into the chair as matt’s words cascade over you, each one accompanied by an embarrassing flashback that jolts through your mind like electric shocks.

"what?" it was all you could say. frozen and still in your own embarrassment.

“oh! and let’s not forget the part where you tried to convince jessica that she was actually a mystical mermaid forced on earth to enchant her way into human hearts."

you open your mouth to speak but the curly-haired boy continues.

“-not quite done yet, darling. you couldn’t let go of this ‘mermaid theory’, convinced you could see jess’s scales. so you flung your drink at her and then yelled ‘be free, my aquatic queen’ right in her face.”

you wince, burying your head in your hands. “for fuck's sake, please tell me you're lying,” you let out a muffled groan. matt's infectious laughter rings in your ears, despite your mortification and god awful pain you're in.

matt leans forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “and after your mermaid debacle, you decided to perform a dramatic interpretation of 'under the Sea' from The Little Mermaid for the whole living room."

you immediately butt in, "liar!" you rarely ever laugh in front of your friends, never mind whatever this is.

"i swear I’ve never seen sam laugh and cry at the same time.” he shakes his head, barely able to contain his amusement as he gestures broadly, “you were flapping your arms like a fish out of water, and the way you-“

you roll your eyes, “enough!” you raise your voice, a slight anger in your tone as your embarrassment begins to ebb. you immediately feel bad for the once giddy boy, "sorry, i don't usually tend to have hangovers this bad…" you say, a hand attempting to tame the pounding in you heard, you put the boy at ease with a smile, "…did i at least have a good audience?"

"an audience of friends who might never look at you the same way again,” he teases, but his smile is warm and understanding. “but hey, that’s what makes us family, right? You do something outrageous, and we love you for it. maybe not jess… or emily. but the rest of us do. i love you.” his words hang in the air, unsure of their stance, good bad? neither of you knew.

“you love me?” you manage to say, half teasing and half genuinely astonished, heart fluttering uncomfortably in your chest.

he briefly fixes his posture, shuffling in his seat, “maybe. even thought you can be a bitch and you have a slight alcohol issue, you’re still lovable.”

you take a moment to take a note of reality, the mess on the floor, presumably caused by you. your hair was unspeakable, makeup smudged, deep and heavy eye bags, one of your lashes hanging off your cheek while your other was probably exploring the outside, it’s definitely… a look.

“even after all this?” you wave down your body and across the room

he leans forward, fiddling with his thumbs, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “that’s exactly it,” he says gently, “you’re unpredictable, messy and unapologetically you, and i think it’s fucking awesome. you’re so… so, so, so real.”

his sincerity makes the room feel smaller, as it the weight of his words could encircle you both in an element of quiet intimacy. you can throw but smile, your heart swelling. “so, what does this mean for us?” you query hopefully.

“maybe it’s the start of something new.”

you made the bold decision to lay off of the drink for your own sake (also because it took you the rest of the week to recover) - instead you’d accompany matt in whatever he was up to.

mike felt a bit disappointed that his pep talk was wasted on a sappy conversation rather than a manly knight in shining armour act.

jess eventually forgave you, insuring you tell her everything about the two of you. emily would occasionally listen in nonchalantly as she clearly hadn’t forgave you for the sick-tuation (get it? i’m so sorry)

matt takes pride in waking you up with a drink or some food, it’s a bit difficult when your only options are out of the washingtons’ sparse cabinets.

you had to make a slight change in your ‘how you got together’ story when meeting his parents, either way they loved you, and thought you were a great reason for matt to take his laser focus off of football.

speaking of football, you’re at every game wearing some old spare shirt he had laying around.

when he first met your parents, god it was something you should’ve prevented. matt sides with your mum’s every word, dishes, staying out too late, waking up too early. honestly everything and anything.

he’s easily the most caring, you’re always on his mind, your wants, your needs, what you’re doing, how you’re doing.

in return you help him study, you’re not much smarter, but with matt, you find fun in the coursework.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Good Cop, Bad Cop feat. John Wick

Basically Soft!JW and Mean!JW brain rot - can’t get this shit outta my head or my drafts. Do not read this. I had to take a damn shower after I wrote it. NSFW / Eplicit Content / hitting & name-calling & dubcon

Of course, he’s soft John, who holds opens doors, pulls out chairs, gives away his coat

Little kisses all over your face til’ his jaw is sore just to make you breathless and giggly

Sickeningly sweet and charming, magnetizing in his kindness 

Master of tickle fights 

Deep laughter that rumbles through his entire body

Languid, big tongue never in a hurry

Of course, he takes mental note of your erogenous zones and sensitive spots

Makes sure you come first 

John Wick sucks toes. If you’re ticklish, oh well, he’s putting your foot in his mouth and holding you down or tying you up. Also gives fantastic foot massages with hands and tongue. 

Patient, frustrated John, big plump tip leaking and twitching, giving your fluttering cunt time to stretch and settle around it

Holding your hips down into the mattress and suckling your bloated pussy until the blue light of dawn - until he drinks you dry - don’t worry, though, he’s got the bottle of unscented, water based lube right there and plenty of saliva to keep you slippery - “we don’t want you to chafe, baby,” he coos, worrying a sloppy kiss to your overworked clit

He’s self-aware enough to recognize that his smooth voice is an effective weapon, especially when he’s talking you through taking his cock. Man of few words doesn’t mean he can’t use them the exact right way

“That’s my girl.” “Yeah, that feel good?” “Right there?” “Look at you.” “Gorgeous,” thrust, “irresistible,” thrust, “so fuckin’ sexy.”

Don’t get me started on the Russian dirty talk. Do you know what he’s saying? Absolutely not. Is it still more effective than English? Absolutely yes.

But, realistically, there’s also bully John, who always gets what he wants one way or another

Doesn’t matter how tough you think you are, this man is made of tall, corded muscle. 

Huge, mean, committed and determined, stalking toward you and letting you know, without words, that you’re fucked

Doesn’t matter how soft he tries to be, there’s still that rough undertone that always gets the best of him

You know he’s such a sweetie, but he gets so jealous sometimes. It’s to the point where he doesn’t let you touch yourself or use vibrators unless he’s controlling the scene

The charade of your innocence is over when, one night, you’re drunk, straddling his lap and kissing his collar and you can tell he’s trying not to fuck you stupid

“John,” you say, “you know I’m a big girl. You can do what you want.”

“It’s gonna hurt,” he replies, smoothing over your flushed cheekbone

“Good,” you tell him, “hurt me.”

You’ll live to regret it

He feels a little guilty that that’s all the more coaxing he needs to keep you stuffed full of his dick and crying from overstimulation as often as he can

“We’re lucky you’re on birth control,” he grits out, the wet slap of his balls against your ass as he destroys your cervix 

More filthy, awful shit from his mouth as he manhandles you into a position where he can bite your flesh and whisper in your ear and bottom out in the sanctuary of your cunt

“Cockdrunk slut, huh?” - “It would be easier if this stubborn pussy would ever loosen up a little bit. Shame.” 

He keeps you fat and red and sore and full of cum, always 

You stopped begging him for reprieve - eventually

Heavy handed John, bruising your ass a little too much, hitting you hard enough to make your teeth knock together. 

One day, he’s gonna keep you locked up in a big house, collar around your neck, always wearing too-tight clothes and overly feminine fetish outfits that would make a stripper blush 

Run, hide, fight 

There’s no getting away from the Boogeyman

Plus, he likes the chase

[travelling-wanderer]

・﹒・ but you have history

Summary: You were preparing your stall in the market as a florist when all the flowers suddenly disappeared from your home. A group arrived to help you find the culprit and you were forever gateful. But after getting stuck with the rabbit named Jax in a cage, he reveals something to you that shatters your world.

Warnings: 15+, existentialism, soft Jax

Pairing: Jax x NPC!reader

Notes: Sorry I like making Jax vulnerable. Also I never beta read have fun.

You angrily stared at the purple rabbit that got you into the current situation now- stuck in a cage, and with him nonetheless. How did you end up here? Well, after your flowers were stolen, a group of people arrived and promised they would get them back. After finding the culprit, you all chased them down. However, the thief put a trap down which led you and the rabbit to stepping on said trap and being lifted high in the air in a metal cage.

"You happy?" You snarked at the equally as upset rabbit. You were bad with names so you forgot his, but didn't care enough to ask for it again. Plus, he was rude to you first, so it was fair.

"Oh yeah, sure I'm happy. Of course I'm not happy! Ya know- if it wasn't for you running ahead we wouldn't be in this situation right now!" You couldn't believe his rudeness!

"Oh I'm the issue? How? What on Earth did I even do? Try and get my flowers back?" You both were basically screaming now, both angry at each other and the fact that you were both stuck in a cage.

"Oh please! I can't believe I'm arguing with a friggin' NPC..." N...pc? What did he just call you? The rabbit rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his knees, pulling them up to rest his head on his forearms as he stared out

"What does NPC mean? If it was an insult that was a weird one I've never heard of before"

"You're fake, this whole world is fake, NPC means non-playable character" That made you still. Fake? Everything is fake? Lips wobbling, you shakily scooted over to him and grabbed him by his overalls and shook him. He had to be messing with you, there was no way your world was fake, no way.

"What you mean fake?' You yelled in anger, was he playing some kind of joke? Was he just trying to make you even more mad? He just let you shake him until he had enough and pulled away, pushing you slightly to gain some distance in the small space.

"Your life is all made up by zeroes and ones, computer code. You're not a real person, none of this is! Do you remember your mother? Your father? Anyone that doesn't exist in this village? Your first friend?" All his questions made you ready to argue back when it dawned on you that you didn't remember any of that. You couldn't even remember your parents' names, or faces, why couldn't you? Leaning back, you tried so hard to remember everything he asked you, yet, you couldn't answer a single one. Putting your hands over your head, you shrieked as he was right- everything was a lie. Tears quickly formed and you sobbed.

"So I'm not even real? Nothing is real?" You were breathing so heavily as the realization crashed onto you. But you just visited your mom last week! ....right? Oh no, what was happening? No, no, no, this can't be your life, you're real, you're real!

"Oh would you shut up?" You temporarily paused and looked up at him, gosh he was horrible. You slapped him in the arm, causing him to yelp and rub the area as he scowled at you.

"Oh, me shut up? Why does it matter? I'm fake right? So what does that make you? Aren't you fake too?" You were still sniffling as he sighed and rubbed his head.

"Because I've been trapped in this friggin' simulation for who knows how long. I was originally a human in the real world. This?" He then motions with his hand, waving around. "Is inside all a computer" You still felt on edge considering your whole life was a lie, but started to calm down.

"You mentioned this thing- computer- twice now. What is that?"

"Well, its a thing where you can have it do anything" You stared at him with your eyes wide, is that possible?

"Anything?" You whispered, in awe at what he said. Can it actually do anything? Well, considering it's possible of creating fake realities- then yeah, but that still just seemed impossible.

"Yep! Including your world. The AI that controls it makes these worlds to keep us busy. Its stupid" The rabbit wasn't looking at you now, he was staring outside the bars into what you now understood wasn't real, especially to him.

"Why busy? What happens if you're not busy?" The question caused his face to change, he looked almost...sad.

"Well, when we aren't kept busy and aren't kept sane uh...something called "abstraction" happens where we lose ourselves and become huge glitchy monsters. It's uh...not pretty" He looked so hurt as he curled in on himself, pained, like he wanted to cry. Slowly raising your hand, you rubbed it slowly against his back and couldn't help but feel like you wanted to comfort him. You may not have been real- but that didn't mean what you're experiencing right now isn't and couldn't help him.

"At least you don't have to worry about that stuff, you don't have to worry about your friends dying because they couldn't take it...haha. I mean, of course you'd go insane after being stuck in a world that isn't yours in a body that isn't yours and life is meaningless hahah" You knew he was hurting from his situation and still wasn't the kindest, but you still felt like you could make something out of this life, whatever it may be.

"But at least you have history, you have real memories. I...I don't. I learned that I only exist for you guys, ha...so what after this I'm just going to cease to exist? Is that it?" You decided to accept your fate- you weren't going to live anymore after this, you were going to die.

"That's the thing, NPC- every unlucky winner loses everything from the real world. Every single memory. It's so stupid!" He hit the bars, causing the cage to shake as you try and stable yourself from his anger. That made you feel sad as his anger was justified, but the excuse that your life was better because you were ignorant to your true nature.

"That's why my name is Jax. I couldn't remember it when I came here and everyone else doesn't even remember their friggin' name either. I mean, how cruel can life be?"

"Well, isn't it as equally cruel knowing that you're entire life was fake and made for someone else's entertainment without having any real memories of the past?" You didn't want to argue or fight back with him, but you had to funnel your anger out too while also proving his point right.

"I guess you're right"

[holylulusworld]

Shy Guy (5) - Present

Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.

Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader

Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, making out, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, mentions of Steve's sex life

Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and@dawn-petrichor-world​ made me do it…

Shy guy (4) - Past & Present

Shy guy masterlist

“Hmm…what else do I need to know, Stevie?” You eagerly take notes while Steve explains the complexity of asking a guy out without making him look like a loser. “I don’t want Bucky to believe he’s a loser.”

“Bucky is not a loser, but shy. He never kissed another girl,” Steve points at a picture of Bucky on the investigation wall he made for you. “That’s our target.”

You grin and lean back in your chair. “Please continue, Obi-Wan Rogers.”

He gives you a stern look. “Miss, if you don’t take my classes seriously, you can go home and watch a rom-com.”

“I’m listening,” you groan. “Go ahead. I need to know how to make a move on Bucky without scaring him off.”

“Alright,” Steve uses a pointer stick to point at the next picture. “That’s our goal. We want him to be putty in your hands but get hard at the same time.”

You lean forward to look at the picture. “Dude! Is that a dick pick?”

Steve snickers. “I googled Bucky’s name, and this was the first picture coming up.”

“You’re lying!” You stick your tongue out. “You can’t pin a dick on our investigation wall, Steve!”

“Why?” He shrugs your concern off and points to the next picture. “Before we get to the dick, we need to make him loosen up and ask you out. Or accept your invitation.”

“That’s a dog playing with a bone,” you wrinkle your nose. “Is that a metaphor or something?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “You’re like a dog with a bone. You sank your teeth into Bucky and won’t let up.”

“I’m not a dog, Rogers,” you snap at your friend. “I wanted you to give me advice, not turn this into a joke.”

“I’m not joking about love and dick,” Steve chuckles but keeps a straight face. “If you want him to dick you down one day, you’ll need to win his trust and heart first.”

“Good, that’s a start,” you take notes while Steve tells you about all the things Bucky likes. “Hmm…that’s good. Tell me more about his eating habits and the lingerie he looked up in his search history.”

“Our boy grew up so fast,” Steve sighs and gives you a wink. “You should see his search history. He’s an eager beaver when it comes to eating pussy and fingering a girl.”

“Oh,” you nod, and focus on taking notes, not the image in your mind. Bucky between your thighs, eating your cunt. “I like me a man who can eat pussy.”

Steve laughs. “Well, in that case, Bucky is your man. I watched him practice while watching porn. He’s got a skilled tongue.”

“That’s good to know, I guess.”

“Next step, we need to talk about his erogenous zones. You need to know how to touch him,” Steve continues. He points at his neck with the pointer stick. “Neck.”

“Neck,” you hum.

“Nipples. Earlobe. Lips,” he moves to his crotch. “At last, the divine meat stick.” He grins. “The dick.”

You giggle and snort. “Meat stick, got it.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s features soften when you look at him. “You need to make a move but don’t be too pushy. Bucky will shy away from you if you are too pushy.”

“Christ, I won’t shove his pants down to suck his dick,” you grunt. “Now back to the basics. Do you have an idea for the perfect first date?”

“Alright, miss,” Steve turns back around to point at the investigation wall. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“Doll, you’ve got this,” Steve whispers as he guides you toward the frat house. “He’s over there, looking for you because he wants to borrow a book. You look stunning. This outfit shows the right amount of cleavage and ass. But it’s not slutty.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath. “I’ve got this. Bucky Barnes will be putty in my hands.”

Steve slaps your ass, making you squeal. “Go and get him tiger.” 

Bucky is smart.

Like really smart.

He speaks over five different languages.

Still, he doesn't know how to talk to a girl.

It's not that he's not attractive. Girls do look at him. He's just too nervous to hit on a girl he likes.

It feels like his voice fails anytime he tries to talk to one of the girls from the frat house across the street.

Especially when he sees you.

It's even worse that you are friends with his best friend.

Steve Rogers. Quarterback. Golden boy. A girls' magnet.

“Hey Barnes," you quip as Bucky zoned out again. "Whatcha looking at?"

“What?" he slowly dips his head to glance at you standing next to him.

When did that happen?

“I was just...”

"Steve won't come back for a while. I think this week it's Carrie or was it Chanel?" you huff. "I'm telling you; he tries to break a record or something. I’m worried about his health. What if he breaks his dick? He won’t be able to win the upcoming game with a cast around his dick.”

Bucky chokes on his spit.

You giggle.

“Uh—what do you want here if Steve is not around?” He gets out before dropping his eyes to his shoes. 

“Hmm…On Friday night we will go out. Wear something nice,” you cock your head to look Bucky up and down. “Oh, and no hair gel. I like running my fingers through a guy’s hair when we make out.”

“What?” he swallows thickly. His cheeks turn pink, and he feels his heart start racing. “Y/N…I…what? Is this a joke?”

“You know how to get a girl’s attention,” you lean closer to peck his lips. “I hope you know I expect you to put that talented tongue to better use…”

Bucky gasps as you pounce on him to claim his lips. You slip your tongue inside, snaking it with his as you run your fingers through his soft curls.

“Barnes! GOOO! Barnes!” the frat boys chant behind Bucky’s back. “We knew you had it in you all this time. He will finally get laid!”

You grin against his lips.

“Aw, I always had a thing for virgins,” you coo. “I promise to be gentle, babe…”

“What just happened?” Bucky looks like a confused puppy. He runs his tongue over his lips to taste you again. “Y/N, why did you…I…what?”

“Bucky,” you place your hands on his chest and look him straight in the eyes. “I call dips on you.” You smirk. “We are friends since childhood, and I don’t want you to get laid by some other bitch. You’re mine.”

“Get laid,” he chokes out. “Oh,” his cheeks turn pink, and he chuckles nervously. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me, Buck?” you run your index finger over his chest. “I know you don’t see anyone else.”

“Yeah,” Bucky stutters. “We can watch a movie or order food.”

“Buck,” you lean closer to brush your lips over his quivering ones. “I will cook, and you can decide on the dessert.” You grin. “I heard you have a very talented tongue and are burning to put it to good use.”

He blanched, and chuckles nervously. “It’s a date…”

“It’s a date,” you say and fist his jacket to claim his lips again. “See you on Friday, Bucky baby.”

“STEVE! STEVE!” Bucky stumbles inside their shared room. “STEVE! She asked me out and…what do I do now?”

“Alright,” Steve wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulder to guide him toward the investigation wall. Steve changed the pictures to help his friend. “I have been waiting for you, Padawan. I will tell you everything about Y/N, women, and pussy…”

Part 6

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[unformula1]

all he’s ever wanted (LS2 x OP81)

logan and oscar go out for a walk! w/c: 820 loscar posts until we get a LOSCAR PODIUMMMM !!! (part 46) ||(series masterlist) a/n: guess who’s back! don’t wanna hear how this is 1 week late. this is probably a part 1. || masterlist

Logan pulls over a loose beige sweater, the sweater comfortably blanketing his body as he slightly adjusts his hair in the mirror. He gives himself an imaginary pat on the back while smiling. He hasn’t felt this good in a while.

The clock on his bedside table flashes the time. 

10.24 pm

It doesn’t matter to Logan that it’s this late. He puts on his running shoes while humming a vague tune of a song. His friend had told him late night walks could clear his mind if needed, which he didn’t really need now, but Logan thought it might be necessary anyway. The American turns off all the lights and steps out of his room. 

After he steps out, Logan shuts the door gently and turns around.

“SHIT!” He shouts, staggering and falling back onto the door before slapping his mouth, momentarily forgetting it was late at night.

“Hi.” Oscar says, swooping his hair to one side. Oscar’s oversized black t-shirt complemented his long white pants. It was the most basic fit ever, it was also the most Oscar fit ever.

“What are you-” Logan frowns slightly, trying to figure things out, “Huh?”

“I came to congratulate you!” Oscar smiles, taking a step closer to Logan. 

“On…?” Logan raises his eyebrow, regaining his balance and standing up straight to face Oscar.

“P11.” Oscar continues smiling.

“Uh… well,” Logan chuckles, “That’s still out of the points range…”

“But it’s a good improvement,” Oscar says, “I’m so happy for you!”

Oscar doesn’t let Logan finish processing the words before diving into a hug, wrapping his arms around Logan and tightly holding onto him.

Logan awkwardly stood in Oscar’s hug, squeezing his hands out from Oscar’s grip and patting his shoulder back.

“You got P4. That’s really great too!”

“Shut up, this is about you. Not me.” Oscar continues, his hands still tightly wrapped around Logan.

It takes Oscar a few more seconds before releasing the hug and taking a step back, but not before he pats Logan on the shoulder.

A small smile forms on Logan’s face. He hasn’t felt that in a while.

“Thank you.” Logan manages, trying not to sound so stupid in front of Oscar.

“So… what’s with the hoodie and running shoes?” Oscar inquires, his hands doing more talking than his mouth.

“I’m going for a walk.”

“Oooh! Can I come with?” Oscar almost starts jumping when Logan mentions the walk.

Logan nods, “Yea, sure!”

The duo walk toward the lift. Oscar keeps close proximity with Logan, also occasionally bumping into Logan. Logan isn’t used to such shows of love, so the first few seconds of it are awkward.

When they enter the lift, Logan admits, “This is gonna be the first happy one in a while.”

Oscar’s face almost drops. A weird sense of guilt overcomes him, like he hasn’t done enough for Logan.

Logan tucks his hands into his pockets and sighs but smiles after that.

Oscar pats his shoulder, “Glad I could join then. Hope it isn’t your last happy walk.”

Logan chuckles and leans onto Oscar as the lift reaches the first floor.

—

The cold breeze washes against the both of them and Oscar instantly regrets not wearing a long sleeved shirt. Logan lets the wind brush against his hair and he turns to Oscar, whose hair sways almost perfectly in the wind.

Oscar shifts closer to Logan and jokes, “Body heat!”

Logan feels a genuine laugh escape his mouth and the realisation dawns on him that he hasn’t had a good laugh in a while.

It hits him hard, but Oscar’s arm swinging over him and pulling both of them closer hits harder.

Both of them walk down the pavement as the cooling winds breeze against both of them. Logan envies how Oscar’s hair doesn’t get ruined by winds. 

He touches Oscar’s hair and ruffles it slightly to which Oscar slaps his hand away.

“My hair is sacred.” Oscar says.

Logan laughs again, it sounds more genuine than the previous.

Where have all his laughs been for the past few months?

A few minutes pass, and Oscar takes a deep breath.

“Sorry for being… uhm, absent for a bit.” Oscar says, his head bowed slightly.

Logan turns his attention from the sky to Oscar and lets out a soft chuckle.

“It’s fine.”

“No. It isn’t.” Oscar insists, “I haven’t been a good friend at all. I’ll do better… I’ll try at least.”

Logan smiles, warmth hugging him tightly. 

“Our friendship shouldn’t be one-sided. I’ll put in my end of the deal.” Oscar says, before bumping Logan’s shoulder with his fist.

Logan nods, returning the favour to Oscar.

“Please forgive me.” Oscar says, looking at Logan pleadingly.

It makes Logan giggle.

“Of course.” 

Oscar jumps and hugs Logan again.

Logan knows this is what he wants. He wants Oscar.

Logan hugs Oscar back.

He’s got Oscar back.

It’s all he’s ever wanted.

[ya-bug-boy]

Can we get a TOP reader x BOTTOM Ingo? who just FUCKS ingo HARD and so LONG that he basically becomes the readers cumbump and passes out? Lots of love and after care at the end please 😁 and add a cockring on Ingo 😈 thanks!

Bottom Ingo x M! Top Reader

You're Ingo's partner if that wasn't already obvious. A gorgeous one at that. You are one of Elesa's male models that she has for her runway fashion shows and gym battles. Ingo was absolutely smitten by your dynamic boldness and confidence to strut onto the runway, not minding whatever suggestive clothes you put on. After seeing you once, he practically begged Elesa to make her introduce you to him.

Ingo swears he's never had a sudden attraction to other men so easily but you tease him, saying maybe it was love at first sight. He curls a catty smile at that comment, adding his own remarks that favor you in return.

As your relationship grew, so did your passion and devotion to him. Ingo will always admit how much he loves you at any given word, but you just prefer to hear him say that when he's completely spent and drained of cum.

You were unfortunately very busy in the last recent weeks to see each other, as you had to tour with Elesa to the Kalos region in a partnership with the champion over there. But you told Ingo that you would give him a very special night if he didn't masturbate until you came back.

Ingo needs you. You need him.

Given that you were away for almost two weeks, you thought that Ingo would crack. He's a little deviant pervert as well in the end just as much as you are. But Ingo has been a very good boy.

When you finally return home, you're pleasantly surprised by how clean it is. Ingo does have your apartment key but the rose petals on the ground were simply so. . . divine. He really has been waiting so long for you.

You come into the bedroom to see a bashful Ingo, dressed in that lingerie you liked so much. Just seeing him like this makes you bite your lip in anticipation as you undress.

As you finally kiss him, your tongue meeting his as your naked bodies rut against each other, you find out that he's already prepared himself as he pulls out a butt plug. He whines, looking at you with big needy eyes, "Please, I need you to fuck me," but you ask hungrily if he came without you. To his hesitation, he answers yes so you do the correct thing. You punish your naughty boy toy by slapping a too snug cock ring on him.

But then the fun starts. With his hole already prepared, your dick slides in with ease, feeling his tight body clench sweetly around your cock. You only give Ingo a moment of mercy before you slam your hips into his, focusing only on your own climax rather than his.

Ingo is quick to moan and cry, begging for release but you deny him that pleasure, only seeking yours.

Granted it's been a while for you too, with you fucking him so harshly you reach climax as well. But you don't relent, you don't give mercy, you might as well fuck him until dawn comes because you're not stopping until you're satisfied.

Ingo is just so sensitive, his swollen cock leaking pre all over himself and your body as it desperately pulses, wanting to reach climax. You pin him down by the wrists, biting and sucking on his neck since your last love bites had already faded. Ingo can't help but to make whorish moans as he begs for mercy.

Hearing him call your name, admitting how much of a good boy he is while taking your hot cock all at once is just divine. Your second climax is harder than your first, draining your balls into him.

But you don't stop. You force Ingo to be face down, ass up, assaulting his body as deep as you can go. Ingo is so far gone by this point, words can't come out of his mouth right and his body goes entirely limp. You tell him it's okay to be tired, it's okay to be limp, you'll just keep fucking him until he's so full of cum. Until he can't walk at all the next day.

Your third round lasts the longest, Ingo is a total mess, his speech slurring and his vision dizzy with how badly he needs his release.

So you give him some mercy. You turn his body around, undo the cock ring, and fuck him like the animal you are, breeding your mate. He's so quick to cum but when you don't stop, he can't stop crying. He's a sobbing, moaning mess and you love it.

Then finally, as deep as you can go, you slam your hips against his one. Last. Time.

Ingo for obvious reasons is in a loose state of mind. You make sure to clean him up with a warm wet rag, providing him with some water for all the screaming he had done, and pulling him close to your body. As he gains a bit more clarity, his body is just so fatigued that he can't do anything but rest. So you give him that rest, your naked form comforting his.

[muthmergya]

Can you do neteyam x reader but theyre both arguing and shouting and all and then they end up fucking? 😈

Shut up.

PawBahqhajja yall alrey know whatsup

Neteyam x fem! Omaticaya reader

NSFW minors dni (degrading, forced orgasm,overstim, rough sex)

In which: your constant fucking chattering and attempts to piss tf outta neteyam pushes him to put u in your place, basically just fucks the shit outta you, porn w out plot

"Well atleast I know how to actually loosen up and have fun"

A day.

A fucking day a minute even.

Not a single moment goes by and yet you just can't keep that tiny little mouth of yours shut, coming up with new ways to get on his nerves, pick at every single thing about him.

He tries so hard oh you know how much he fucking tries to keep that calm composure to not fall out of his act, to not just bend over the nearest surface and fuck that big fucking attitude out of that little Dame form of yours.

"You just fucking love pissing me off don't u princess, think you're so smart running that useless little mouth of yours"

"Oh! Please this little mouth fit around aonun-"

That's it.

He lost it.

One swift push and pull that's all it took for your form to be pushed right into the harsh grass beneath, ass in the air firm large hands burying your face in the dirt.

"If you want to get fucked that badly why not just say it like a good slut you little bitch"

"Pfft- why are u jealous-!"

Loin cloth? Ripped. Legs? Separated. Ass? Smacked. Dignity? Gone.

"Shut up."

Not a single moment of prepping you up no talking no nothing just his 16inch dick pushed right into you without any warning pulling harshly at your queue making you arch as monstrous thursts took place right after.

"For a loose fucking mouth this cunt sure is fucking tight!-"

Ragged breaths curses repeated leaving his mouth thirst after thirst not even sparing a glance at you, using you like his cocksleeve.

"Wa>-t! Stop! Not there you can't we can't!-"

Downright tears sobbing even, he didn't even do much and you were already Cumming? Fucking slut.

"Yes that's it! Take it take it all!"

Drool,spit,tears this man had made you into a mess so fast. Loosing touch with reality as insane harsh pleasure takes over you, letting him manhandle you has to be one of the best things

"Fu-fuck yes I'm gonna get you fuckin pregnant you little bitch! Won't talk much with a baby in your belly"

Panic. Oh nonono he can't knot you you don't wanna end up pregnant you're only 18 a whole life ahead he can't be serious....right?

"AHhh-! No teyam stop-! You mustn't"

"Does the word shut up not get through that fucking head?"

Pressing your head further into the dirt closing off any air for you, pulling harshly at that Dame queue earning another hushed scream, cock stretching you to the brim. God Dame at this point you surely had swallowed the dirt beneath you

"Fuck yes! This is what you wanted didn't you wanted a dick up your cunt so fucking badly always being a pestering little bitch running that mouth, hm? Wanna say aonungs name again?? Is he gonna save you my sweet? Go on tell me who tf is stretching this cunt"

The sounds leaving the area where both of yours body were connected at were so pornographic wet slapping with the smell of sex in the air, your face covered in tears and drool all over probably Cummings for the 3rd time in a row, oh the rumors sure are real neteyam sully is Dame good at everything.

"y-you!-"

"What is my name!"

"Neteyam!- gaHh!"

"I can't I can't too much stopstopstop!!"

"Take it fucking take it all!!"

Needless to say he rutted and knotted you like a Dame dog in heat and did not stop till the Crack of dawn.

Did aonung watch you to indulge in the act of sex from a distance?

Yes.

......were u gonna come up with new ways to piss neteyam off in the near future?

Also yes.

[thewardenisonthecase]

I honestly truly wish that I could enjoy inquisition as much as other people did, because every time i see a post about people praising inquisition all I can think is how much i hate that game.

[voxofthevoid]

i know that this may be a bit rude to ask, but i was wondering if you had any rough outlines for the various abo fic concepts that you had? omega gojo and alpha yuji is a really rare treat but i enjoy that a lot...

thank you for reading, and sorry if this is impolite

It's not rude at all, hon 💗

Honestly, I'm always happy to yap about my fics, ideas, outlines, etc., and I'm glad you're interested in the omegaverse ones!

(Also, heads up: a/b/o without the slashes is a slur for Aboriginal Australians. The slash version and "omegaverse" are more acceptable versions.)

A lot of my omegaverse ideas are alpha/alpha. These are the alpha/omega ones:

Omegaverse-canonverse alpha/omega with old man porn. Gojou’s going through the omega version of menopause, starts lactating due to hormone fluctuations, and Yuuji turns out to like that way too much.

Canonverse omegaverse with alpha!Yuuji and omega!Gojou, where Yuuji’s hormones and pheromones go a bit out of control during class, culminating in him eating Gojou out and then fucking him over the desk.

Omegaverse-canonverse alpha/omega where Gojou goes into heat during the basement days, and instead of doing something sane, he deliberately triggers Yuuji’s first rut.

My current outline for #1 is very short, while the others are longer. The short one is below; the other two are under the cut.

CWs: Along with standard goyuu warnings, we have lactation (#1), semi-public sex (#2), and noncon (#3)

1. biology will mix the cocktail of a lifetime

Omega!Gojou reaches the omega version of menopause. Hormonal imbalance makes him start lactating. Yuuji's into it. It's a problem how much Yuuji's into it. Lots of sucking on Gojou's tits through his shirt and t-shirt till he's sore and whining and dripping wet. Throw in sex. Maybe a premature heat. Discussions of Gojou no longer being able to keep up with Yuuji's ruts, and Yuuji going, "You don't need a heat to take me."

2. black lace on sweat

Established alpha/omega goyuu in a canonverse no-Shibuya setting. Gojou taking a class with the first and second years because Kusakabe is on vacation or something. Yuuji getting increasingly flushed and pheromonal throughout the class, to the point everyone else is kind of squirming. Gojou giving him a verbal prod and Yuuji snapping out of it to slap a suppressant patch on himself. Class continues, Gojou running on autopilot while he's more and more fixated on Yuuji—breathing in deeply to try and snag his scent, getting wet to the point he's sure it's soaking into his pants. He'd need a patch too except using Limitless to suppress his scent was one of the first things he learned.

After the class ends, he dismisses them, and Nobara asks Yuuji why he's not coming, and Yuuji just sinks deeper into the seat and says he'll be out in a bit. Nobara just goes "gross", looks at Gojou and says "both of you." Realization dawning on even the second years' faces. Everyone exiting posthaste, maybe Megumi dawdling and Gojou finally letting his scent out in a territorial display. Yuuji groans, distinctly sexual, and Megumi books it.

Gojou asking Yuuji "need it already huh," and Yuuji basically sinking his fingers into the wood and begging in the way of someone who's only doing it to be polite—like he'll take what he wants anyway. Gojou predictably gets wetter at that.

Sex with him calling Yuuji over and Yuuji practically tearing Gojou's pants off to get to his ass. Gojou makes him kneel and kind of rubs himself ass over Yuuji's face and mouth, until Yuuji grabs his hips to hold him in place and eat him out. Goes on till Gojou comes and then after, till his legs are trembling and it feels like it's Yuuji's face holding him up. 

Gojou getting bent over the table and fucked and knotted. Possible breeding kink. Yuuji getting some clarity after the knot pops, apologizing, and Gojou saying he should've known mating a teenage alpha would be trouble.

3. sacrifice your consent for me

Brief sparring scene where Gojou pins Yuuji down for a little too long, stares a little too intently, breathes a little too deeply.

Post-dinner washing up. G crowds Y from behind, very calmly asks Y's an alpha isn't he, and Y says yeah he will be—what in the world is G doing? G burying his nose behind Yuuji's ear and dragging it down to his inactive scent glands—still a sensitive erogenous spot. Sucks on it. Yuuji's having a Time, especially with how he can feel all of Gojou pressed up behind him. Gropey Gojou Galore: hands under Yuuji's shirt, face all over his hair and neck. Yuuji's realization he's scent marking. Stuttered question of what Gojou's designation is, Gojou only saying Yuuji knows the answer. Turns Yuuji around to kiss him—not Yuuji's first kiss but it is his first time someone's trying to crawl into him through his mouth. Gojou dropping to his knees, panting into Yuuji's stomach while working his pants off. Sloppy blowjob. Yuuji's hand trying to push Gojou away becoming a hand keeping him there. It's all fun and nice until Yuuji comes and Gojou just doesn't stop (Gojou's aim: get Yuuji to release enough pheromones to sate his preheat and kickstart the actual heat, which is harder than it'd be with a grown alpha because Yuuji hasn't presented yet). Overstimulation to the point of Yuuji clawing up Gojou's shoulders. After, Gojou jerking off with his nose buried in the scent glands at Yuuji's thigh. Y passing out and waking in Gojou's bed. 

Yuuji will wake up to Gojou cuddling him in a whole nest of blankets and kinda go "it's too hot" where hot is a stand-in for all the ways in which this is fucked up, and Gojou shushes him and does that thing in Ep 2 where he knocks Yuuji out. Next time Yuuji wakes up, Gojou's already going to town on him. Considering making Sukuna also an omega in this for shits and giggles—namely, Sukuna–Gojou parallel with Sukuna saying he wouldn't have been as gentle as Gojou is currently being 

Yuuji practically begging Gojou to give his overworked dick a break and Gojou putting his whole hole on Yuuji's face, and Yuuji's hormones going haywire again at the slick+scent+come combo.

Yuuji can't knot Gojou. Gojou's solution once he's far enough into the heat is to force Yuuji's whole fist into him and also hold Yuuji down there on his dick. Gojou essentially using to get off like that three to four times, and Yuuji flushed and teary and numb by the time he’s allowed to pull away.

Gojou bites Yuuji during his heat because he's insane, and he doesn't register Yuuji's rut setting in until Yuuji bites back. The mating bite is what finally pushes Yuuji over. Too late for Gojou to back out.

[moonspirit]

Hi, moon! Following one of your posts:

Annie can't gossip for the life of her. She would just tell you the most basic info and be done with it. The juicy details? Nah. Go to the boys for that.

Hi hahaha xD

True! Annie simply does not give a fuck. In fact, spending three years running spy missions to the interior was not a job she wanted. Girl was tired and hated it!

I imagine a gossipy conversation to go something like this:

(Annie, on her way in after an emergency run to the bakery)

Some rando: Hey! Psst! Did you hear? They've eloped!

Annie, confused: Huh? Who's eloped?

Rando: Your neighbour's daughter and her younger lover!

Annie: ... So?

Rando: Her mother's livid! All her jewels are gone! Taken!

Annie: ... Didn't know she was rich.

Rando, shocked: What! But she's your neighbour?!

Annie: .... *shrugs*

Rando: She owns half the town!??

Annie: ....

Rando: Twenty years ago, she killed her husband!

Annie: ....

Rando: You can still see bloodstains on the carpet in her living room?!!

Annie: ....

Rando: There's rumours that her dead husband haunts their old bedroom?!!

Annie: ....

Rando: People are scared of her!! How did you not know? You live right next door!

Annie: .... *shrugging and bored of this conversation* Idk man. She gave me coconut biscuits that one time. THey were great.

Rando, looking like the Scream painting: ....???!!!!!!!!!!

Annie: .... I'll get going.

Rando, mumuring to himself: ... I wonder where her daughter and the lover eloped though... they've been missing since dawn... I thought you'd know but guess not haha...

Annie, pausing: Tell you what. Head down the street. Turn left. Then right. Then left. Then two rights. You'll come upon a house with an ivy roof. There's a man who lives there; he'll know.

Rando: Oh? Really? Thanks!

(Rando, walking up to the ivy cottage and spotting five guys sitting on the porch, chatting. Some of them are familiar. Blond haired... that one with the long face... oh that one with the short grey hair... and that scary short one always drinking tea! These are the Ambassador guys!)

Reiner, spotting him: Hi! Are you lost?

Rando: O-oh, oh no... it's just... I was told to come here for some information...

Reiner: Hm? You were?

Rando: A young lady with pale blonde hair who lives next to that house...

Armin, perking up brightly: That's Annie! Annie did ?! Hehe, she's my... My wife .. hehe... (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*

(Insert Ben Affleck smoking meme)

Rando, nervously eyeing the short guy in the middle who seems to be glaring at him: U-um, yeah... so you know the... eloping this morning...

(All guys go silent)

Rando: I was wondering where they might have gone off to and the blonde lady said I'd get answers if I came here...

(The guys exchange secretive 19th-century looks)

Armin, quietly: Well, it's not really for us to say...

Jean, quietly: It wouldn't be proper, of course...

Reiner, very grim: That's what they chose to do... we should respect it...

Connie, shaking his head: I feel sorry for the mother... but...

Levi, drinking tea, unimpressed, deadpanning: They were headed to the States of Dane by the 5am horse. Paid a whole 10 dunals for the trip. The coins were brand new. The boy looked nervous. The girl was wearing a cream dress-

Jean, interrupting quietly: Beige. Not cream. Beige.

Levi, irritated: FUcking hell-

Jean: Sorry.

Levi: Tch. Anyway. Before they got on the horse, they had an argument-

Armin, politely: It wasn't an argument, it was a 'mild disagreement'.

Levi, exasperated: Fu-

Armin, flustered: Sorry! Go on captain!

Levi: .... tch. Then they mounted the horse and took the long route by Northeast, the one without many people. The horse was a good one. Strong and patient, she was-

Connie, frowning: But they rode her too slow. Only 3 kilometers per hour, what the fuck is that huh? I mean if they were running away- mmpph!

(Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to shut him up)

Levi: ... They turned around the bend and then disappeared. I reckon they're halfway by now.

Rando, flabbergasted & speechless: ... and you guys... saw all this?

Reiner: I think the boy should've packed more underwear though.

(everyone turns to stare at him)

Everyone, including Rando: And how the fuck do you know that?!

Reiner: (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

[chiiyuuvv]

SOHEE MINI SERIES PART 1.

1.9k words

For the poll: @ohmykwonsoonyoung , @kissohee (i decided to combine it since its basically the same)

Taglist -> @snowyseungs , @eun-luv , @cr1tzen , @cupofmelatea

taglist | masterlist

Celebration for 300 :( <3

His steady eyes pace around the room, a hand scratching the back of his nape and the other twiddling with his pencil, playing it off like he wasnt just staring at you. His eyes glance back to yours, finding that you were still looking at him, so he awkwardly ducks his head, faking laughing with his set of friends beside him.

'Go along with it' his eyes seemed to convey, the boys look at themselves, him, then at you. Sohee watches as their mouths turn into small 'o's, before faking a loud laugh, one slapping his knee while the other pointing.

"You should just talk to her," sungchan whispers into the annoyed males ears. "You've been staring at her for weeks." He exaggerates, his eyes widening as he looks at the boy. But no matter how many times sohee had to explain, no one would ever listen.

You see, yes its well known that sohee has been googly eyes over you for weeks, (hes pretty sure you know by now since hes so obvious) but he cant just walk up to you and start a conversation. What if he trips? What if he stutters? What if you dont like him? What if he makes you uncomfortable? That was his biggest fear.

Especially since you were so pretty and a tad reserved unlike his friends, he didnt know how to approach you; It made his heart jump.

He still remembers the first day hes laid eyes on you, his breath instantly taken away. Anton had invited you to sit at his table since you were working together for a project, and you needed to discuss who would do what.

The light shined on your face perfectly, complimenting your hair length as you sat on the small bench, a little smile on your face as you conversed with anton. Anton stopped talking to take a bite of his food, giving you the opportunity to look around the wide table; wonbin and shotaro laughing at a video, eunseoks head resting on sungchans shoulder, and seunghan annoying anton as he eats.

You look forward to find sohee staring at you, his jaw dropped open and small, quick blinks leaving his eyes. Who was he staring at? You think to yourself, turning to look behind you to only find your shadow, facing forward to see that he was still looking at you.

So you wave. Why not be friendly, you know? You watch as the boys face slowly turns red, frozen like a stone until he realizes you waved at him. It finally dawns on him, you just waved at him. Quicker than flash he snaps his head to his plate, taking a bite full of the cafeteria food, refusing to look in your direction.

A bit confused, you brush it off, welcoming anton back to your paused conversation as he was done eating, your forearms resting on the table as you get back to planning.

You had no idea how fast sohees heart was beating.

One look at you, one sound of your laugh, one accidental touch; he knew he had fallen deep this time, his face burning red at any simple interaction, if you were in the same room as him. He hated it. It was so embarrassing how easily flustered he got, only able to look at you when you turn your head, getting to know you more through anton. He still had to thank him.

"Shoot." Sohee mumbles under his breath, looking down to see that his phone was about to die. "Eunseok hyung!" He calls for the older, swinging back on his chair to see him better. "Let's switch spots, so i can charge my phone."

"Hmm..." eunseok thinks to himself, a finger tapping his chin. "Nope." He finally says with a smile.

"What?! But theres a plug right beside you."

"No there isnt." A voice calls, seunghans, as he plugs his charger in. "But i know where another one is.." he says in a flirty tone, wiggling his eyebrows with a little giggle at the end.

Sohee scans the room confused, before his eyes widen, his head shaking profoundly. "Oh no.. no, no, no."

"Yep!" Seunghan exclaims, the boys laughing at sohees red expression. There was another charging port, yes, but it was right beside you. Great!

"Just go!!" Anton pushes him out of his chair. "Shes really nice, i promise."

But you guys arent

His heart hammering out of his chest as he nervously gulps, hearing a small "thank us later!" From shotaro as he tries to calm himself down.

"H-hey umm.." no stuttering!! "..can i plug in my phone, right next to you? I-its fine if you dont want to haha.."

"Oh yeah, sure!" You wave him off with your hands, looking up from your own phone. "T-thanks.." he mutters, looking over to find the boys gesturing him to sit beside him. And so he does, a little clumsily, a hand coming up to move some hair away from his face, the other awkwardly scrolling on his phone.

Sohee rests lazily against his chair, stealing a glance of you working on your laptop, your mouth curled up to blow some of your bangs annoyedly, your chin resting on your raised knee. It seemed like you needed help with something.

Sohee steals another glance at you before batting his eyes away, looking back at his phone when he sees something out of the corner of his eye. There he found wonbin, frantically shaking around in his chair. He was trying to say something to sohee, the latters eyes narrowed to decode what he was trying to say.

Go.. beside you.. snatch your phone.. and start texting??

Wonbin lets out a loud sigh, slapping his hand over his closed eyes before whipping his phone out of his pocket.

Go help her idiot!!

Sohees mouth turns into an 'o' when he reads wonbins text, looking at you with a concerned look then back at wonbin, he shrugs his shoulders. How??

Wonbin slaps his face over his closed eyes for the ninth time. Do you need help??

"Ahh.." sohee mumbles, his heart beating heavy against his chest at the thought of talking to you, but he does it anyway. Its now or never!!

"Um hey.." he taps your shoulder, a awkward smile on his face as his voice was barely above a whisper. "D-do you need any help? I couldnt help but notice you struggling."

A small smile appears on your face, shaking your head with a light chuckle leaving your lips. "No its fine.. you wouldnt understand my teacher anyways."

"Mr. Han?"

"Yea- wait, how do you know?" Your eyebrows raise, looking at him expectedly as he nervously gulps. How was he going to get out of this one?

"I um.. it says it right there." He stammers, pointing to the corner on your laptop, the words MR. HAN typed proudly in all caps.

"Oh!" You let out a tired laugh, "sorry, i didnt notice."

"Yeah.." he lets out a laugh of his own, scratching the back of his head as he looks over, finding the boys silently cheering him on. He turns his head with a light blush on a cheek, looking over to find you staring at him. The view makes his heart jump, his eyes widen and his lips parted, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "I, um-"

"You're in my class too." You cut him off, tapping your pencil against the side of your head while thinking to yourself. Yeah, you've totally seen him before, outside of this class, and lunch. It was making sense now.

"Oh yeah! I didnt notice you!" A complete, total lie. Of course he saw you, and of course he was staring at you the entire time. You were too busy typing up your essays to notice.

"Me either!" You chuckle, feeling a bit guilty. "Its so hard to see students other than those couples that block the view of everything."

Sohee lets out a gasp. "You find that annoying too?" He points at your nodding figure, clicking his tongue, "they arent going to last long anyways, just break up and go home."

You laugh at his statement, his cheeks going rosy red as you nod again. "You know," you add, taking a breath. "I hear one breaking up with the other by playing the song candy, by nct dream. It was so harsh and everyone was laughing."

"Wait you know that song too?? Thats one of my favorites."

"Yeah, i love cand- wait the song candy, or the food, candy?"

"Both, i guess." You share a laugh. "Yeah me too." You reply. "I guess we have something in common." You say in a flirtly tone, winking at the grinning boy before cringing at yourself.

"So sorry!! I promised myself i would have a mysterious personality, cant show you my real self until you've fallen in my trap." You joke.

"No, no, i get it. Its really cute."

"Its what?" You ask, turning your gaze from the boy to power off your computer.

"Nothing uh- whats your favorite candy??" He quickly changes the conversation, letting out an awkward laugh.

"My favorite candy.." you ponder to yourself, placing your foot onto your chair and resting your chin to your knee again. "Hmm, maybe sour patch? Hershey? I think those two are my favorites."

"I love sour patch! Sour, sweet, gone." He imitates the sour patch ads, a giggle leaving your lips. "Yeah, I-" the bell rings, signaling the period was over. "Aw." You pout, watching visable disappointed wash sohees face.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask, sliding your laptop into your bag and swing it over your shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, of course, sure." He gets up, nodding his head wildly as he gets up too, bring his hand up for you to shake. Wait, for you to shake?

A bit confused, you laughed at his gesture, slipping your hand into his with a shake. A wide smile plastered on your face before letting go and walking out the class, stopping one final time to wave at the frozen boy.

After a few seconds he waves back, his smile matching yours as his cheeks were light red, pumping his closed fist in the air. "Yes! Yes!!" He laughs to himself, finally able to talk to you after staring at you for weeks. The boys come to circle him, letting out a series of cheers, shaking the boy with such pride; your laughter from a few minutes ago filling his ears, your touch engraved in his mind.

The next day, sohee ditches the boys, claiming that 'he had to charge his phone again' even though it was at 100 percent. They let out a series of wiggled eyebrows and 'ohh's in a flirty tone, teasing him before letting him go sit with the love of his life, sohee giving you a shy smile and wave as you welcome him.

"Wait, wait." He says, sitting down in his chair and taking off his backpack. In one of the pockets, he pulls out a bag of sour patch kids, a gasp leaving your mouth as he hands them to you. "I um.. saw them when i went to the convenient store.. and i thought of you, so i got them for you!!" He shyly admits, a light blush forming on his neck at the soft smile you were giving him.

"Thats so sweet of you." Sohee lets out a smile, looking down to hide it. "Want some?" You open the pack, gesturing him to take some which he does, a soft giggle leaving his lips as he bites into the sweet but sour treat.

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could you do sick Spirit + appendicitis + caretakers of your choosing? i’d love to see how

spirit’s appendicitis story plays out!

“I’m not letting you use my employee discount. You can get the Bastille CD for full price, take it or leave it.”

Isaac pouted. “Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeeee?” He made fake puppy eyes, jutting out his bottom lip like a toddler, and Spirit resisted the urge to slap that stupid look off of his face. She was already in a bad mood—she had to move into Birdie’s guest room since the dorms were closed because of summer break, she got in another argument with her mom over the phone, and for days she’s been having awful stomach cramps despite not being on her period—and Isaac was the annoying cherry on top.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you tacos.”

Spirit froze, looking at Isaac with a raised brow. “You do realize that if you got me tacos, you’d be spending more money than if you just paid full price for the stupid CD, right?”

Isaac’s face fell as that realization dawned on him. Spirit shook her head, going back to organizing vinyl like she’d been doing. “One of life’s greatest mysteries is how in the everloving fuck your dumbass got into college.”

Isaac snorted at that, giving Spirit a playful shove. “Y’know ya love me,” he grinned before turning and walking away. “I’mma try and find some new headphones. Mine broke.”

Spirit flashed him a middle finger, and he flashed her a peace sign right back. When he was gone, Spirit found herself singing ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ under her breath as she continued organizing. The singing helped take her mind off of her stomach.

She only got halfway through singing the song when abruptly—

“Hey!”

Spirit let out a yelp, jumping so bad that she nearly fell onto the cart of brand-new records, and she would’ve if Aiden hadn’t steadied her with one hand while laughing. In his other hand, he was holding something.

“I sewar to GOD, I’m putting a fucking bell on you!! I don’t know why the hell I haven’t done that yet,” she spat at him, catching her breath since her heart was racing slightly from the scare. The surprise also didn’t do any good for the non-period cramps still gnawing at her.

Aiden was still chuckling and smiling at her. Spirit noticed two things: he looked very good in the fitted workout shirt he was wearing, and the thing he was holding was a bag with a Dunkin’ Doughnuts logo. “Surprise?” he said.

Spirit rolled her eyes, smiling. “I’ll only forgive you for scaring me if you say that those doughnuts are mine.”

Aiden smirked. “Indeed they are, my lady,” he said in a fake British accent, holding the bag out to her.

Still smiling, Spirit took the bag gratefully. “Thanks. I’ll have them on my lunch break.”

“I have the day to waste,” Aiden said. “I can wait around if you wanna have someone to talk to while you work.”

Spirit chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Oh, my boss will loooooove that,” she said sarcastically.

Blushing, Aiden’s smile turned sheepish. “Okay then. Well, maybe we can—”

“Hey Spirit, this box doesn’t have a price on it. How much. . . ?”

Spirit froze, her whole body tensing up, her eyes going wide as she looked from Aiden to Isaac and back at Aiden.

“Oh, fuck,” Spirit groaned, face-palming herself.

Great fucking timing.

Isaac and Aiden both seemed confused. Then, Isaac’s face lit up with excitement and mischievousness. “Holy shit. Spirit, is this—?”

Spirit shot him a glare, her cheeks red with embarrassment. That only affirmed Isaac’s unspoken assumption, and he all but threw his head back laughing as he came over and hooked an arm around Spirit’s neck, making her grumble a stream of curses under her breath.

“You must be Aiden,” Isaac said, still ginning. “I’m Isaac. Spirit’s brother.”

Spirit shot him a glare. “You’re not my brother!”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked back. “I basically am.”

Spirit shoved him off with a frustrated huff, making him laugh. She sighed, looking at Aiden who seemed both amused and very confused.

“Isaac is my friend,” Spirit cleared up, shooting the blonde a murderous look. “My very annoying friend who I’ve known since we were kids. Not my brother.”

Aiden nodded, still looking amused as he held a hand out to Isaac. “Nice to meet you. I haven’t gotten to meet any of Spirit’s friends yet.”

Isaac shook his hand. “Well, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.”

“Actually, I think I saw you—”

“When I picked Spirit up from the police station?”

Spirit groaned, dropping her face in her hands. This whole situation could not get worse.

With a heavy sigh, Spirit looked at Isaac. “The headphones are twelve dollars. Get the headphones, get your CD, you can’t use my discount, and get your ass out of here. You’ve bugged me enough today.”

Isaac rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Fine fine, I’m going.” He looked at Aiden. “Great to meet you, man. We should maybe hang out someti- aH, okay okay!” he exclaimed as Spirit shoved him in the direction of the checkout area. “Okay, I get it! Bye!”

Once Isaac was gone, Spirit let out a sigh, massaging her temples. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep her friends from meeting Aiden forever, but she was not expecting that moment to come now.

“So, you talk to your friends about me?”

Spirit met Aiden’s eyes, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Only Isaac, was the truthful answer. But even then, she always tried her best to not talk about him to Isaac. But she didn’t want Aiden to think she was embarrassed of him! Would he think that? Maybe she could just explain that she wasn’t ready yet, and then—

Aiden chuckled, smiling at her. “You look like you’re doing a ton of mental gymnastics right now. Is he the only one of your friends who knows about me?”

Spirit felt her face become hotter, if possible. She nodded, guilt sitting in her stomach a bit.

Reading her like a book, Aiden said, “I’ve been too much of a coward to tell anyone about us yet, either. Just Mikey and my dad know.”

That reassurance made Spirit loosen up a bit. But suddenly, she winced as a violent cramp hit her out of nowhere, making her frown. It was the worst cramp yet.

Aiden’s smile faltered slightly. “You okay?”

Spirit hesitated. Then she nodded slowly. “Yeah. . . Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a cramp. I’ve been getting them for the last few days.”

Aiden’s smile dropped a little more, and he lowered his voice respectfully to ask, “Are you on your period? Do you have meds on you?”

The fact that Aiden was the kind of guy who didn’t make jokes or gross comments about periods just made Spirit adore him more. Smiling a bit to reassure him, she whispered back, “Not on my period yet, just cramps. And I have meds in the staff room.”

Aiden nodded. “Are you nauseous at all?”

She shook her head, but that was a lie. The nausea was on and off, appearing for a minute when a cramp hit, and then vanishing again. Not unusual for Spirit when she was close to getting her period.

“Mitchel! Did you finish putting those vinyl away?” a girl’s voice suddenly yelled, making Spirit jump. “We need help in the back if you’re done!”

“Shit,” she cursed, looking apologetically at Aiden. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta keep working, but—”

“I can hang out around the mall for a few hours, and then I have a little surprise for when you get off work.”

Spirit’s eyebrows raised. “Another surprise?”

He smiled, giving Spirit a hug and leaving without saying another word. Spirit couldn’t stop smiling as she watched him go.

“Mitchel!”

“Give me a freaking minute, Sarah!”

— — —

“Oooh, are those doughnuts?”

Harold was the third one of Spirit’s co-workers to ask that question. She had been on her lunch break for ten minutes now. . . and she had only been staring at the bag of doughnuts from Aiden.

They were her favorite kind—Boston Cream—but something was off in her gut, and she had the feeling that just the smell of one of those doughnuts would make her barf.

But still. . .

“Yes, and they’re mine. Eat the lunch your mom packed for you, kid.”

Harold pouted. He was the youngest person working at the store. He was a freckly red-head with braces, very pale-blue eyes, and he always brought a weird soy lunch made for him by his mom every day.

“Can I please just have one?” he begged. “My mom bought tofu in bulk, and I’m getting sick of it! I need something unhealthy, please!”

Spirit almost laughed at the 9th grader. “Fine, kiddo. Take one, and don’t tell anyone else. Eat it quick.” The staff room was empty besides them.

It made Spirit’s stomach churn just to think about eating right now. Not to mention, the cramps had become a lingering sharp pain sitting in her lower belly that was just uncomfortable and a little bit painful. Moving made it worse, so she’d been sitting in the same position on the same chair since her beak started.

Harold practically ate half of the doughnut in one bite, getting cream all over the corners of his mouth. Spirit stared at the floor so she didn’t have to see him eat. She was feeling sick enough as it was.

“When did you get these? Before you came in today?”

“No, my bo—” she caught herself, clearing her throat. “My friend brought them for me. I forgot to bring my own lunch again.”

“Aren’t you gonna eat, then?”

I want to, she thought to herself.

Spirit shook her head. “Nah, I’m not feeling too good. My gut’s off.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” She heard him take another bite, and then no more. She looked up, and the doughnut was gone. The kid literally ate it in two bites.

“How were your first High School finals? Excited to be a sophomore next year?”

Harold smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m in the Cambridge Program, y’know. It’s cool.”

Spirit cringed. “News flash, kiddo; the Cambridge Program class for sophomores sucks.”

“AICE Thinking Skills?”

“Yup.”

“What’s it like?”

Spirit was about to answer when a sharp cramp hit her, knocking the wind out of her for a second.

“Spirit?”

Spirit looked at Harold, who noticed her falter. “I-I’m fine. . . A cramp just—“ She shifted just a little, and she gasped and doubled over as a burst of pain in her stomach hit her like a brick. She breathed through her mouth for a second before puke exploded from her lips, leaving her coughing, nausea suddenly eating away at her.

“Oh my God!” Harold exclaimed. “Holy shit, what’s wrong?!”

Spirit wanted to tell him to chill. But she could barely think with the pain she was now experiencing. Her lower belly was burning!!! As if someone randomly stuck a hot knife inside of her!

She gasped as it felt like that knife was twisting. “Ah, ow,” she whimpered, “Oh God, it burns.” Her voice was strained and two octaves higher than normal. She vomited again.

Sweat dripped down her neck. Everything started to blur and fade together. She blinked a few times, and after seconds or hours, there was a flurry of footsteps and concerned voices and hands touching her. . .

She felt. . . cold? No, hot. Wait, no, definitely cold! Fuck, she couldn’t tell.

She felt herself tipping, and bony ring-adorned hands held her shoulders to keep her upright. She heard her boss’s voice, but he didn’t sound grumpy and tired like he usually did. He sounded worried. Maybe a bit panicked?

Spirit felt herself fading, black spots appearing before her eyes. She realized that part of the reason everything was so blurry was because she was crying, and the pain was so intense that she didn’t even have to question why.

She heaved abruptly as her stomach clenched, and more hands kept her from pitching forward. Her head was spinning. Puke dribbled from her lips. And she was sobbing with the agonizing pain!

“It’hurrrrrrrtsss,” she whined, her voice scratchy. “I’mmmmdying. Makeit’ssssstop.” She could barely think.

Suddenly, the black spots started to come together. The world kept coming in and out, and she couldn’t stop crying in agony. The pain didn’t let up—it was only getting worse!

She heard new voices after what felt like forever. She didn’t put together a single thing that they said, but she cried out in pain as she felt herself get lifted and laid down onto something. Every little movement was painful.

Rubbery-feeling fingers pushed up her shirt and started touching her around her stomach. As the fingers pressed down on the spot where the pain was the worst, she curled up with a pathetic whimper that she normally would have cringed at herself for making. But it hurt, and she couldn’t help it!

But the worst came when the fingers lifted. The pain at that moment was so intense that Spirit literally screamed in agony.

Am I dying?! she wondered, sobbing harder than she ever had before. She felt like she was moving, but she was still laying down, wasn’t she?

What’s wrong with me? was the thought that kept playing in her mind over and over, loud enough that aside from the pain, those words were the only thing she could focus on.

— — —

(Earlier)

Aiden saw Isaac heading out of the store as he was leaving, too. “Hey!” he said, catching up with him.

The blonde guy turned and looked at him with a smile. “Hi,” he said. “Spirit got sick of you, too?”

Aiden shrugged, chuckling. “How long have you two been friends?” he asked, falling into a step beside Isaac. “A long time, right? I could tell.”

“Yeah,” Isaac answered as he continued walking. “We’ve known each other since elementary school.” Isaac paused, looking at Aiden. “How long have you two been going out?”

“A few months now,” Aiden said. “And I’m planning on officially asking her to be my girlfriend today.”

Isaac’s brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Aiden had a look of both excitement and nervousness on his face. “I’m gonna take her out to dinner to ask her.”

“Mexican food?”

Aiden slightly raised a brow. “Would that be the smartest choice?”

“Definitely,” Isaac told him. “She loves spicy food. And Mexican restaurants are her favorite. The Mexican place near Braden Park sucks, but a really good one she likes is the one downtown with the loud music.”

Aiden smiled gratefully at the advice. “Thanks.”

Isaac and Aiden found themselves hanging out and talking for a while. They actually had some common interests, including videogame streamers, some books, movies, certain fandom lores. . .

“Do you get what I’m saying? The FNAF movie wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. But I still—”

“Would totally see the second part if one came out?” Aiden finished.

“Yes, exactly!” Isaac exclaimed. “Also, what other video games would make good movies?”

“I’m still waiting for the day when an 'Among Us' movie comes out.”

Isaac laughed. “Oh, absolutely. Oh, and here’s a specific one: Roblox’s ‘Sacrifice Sanctuary’.”

“Even better,” Aiden interjected, “the demon-baby mode on ‘Who’s Your Daddy’.”

Isaac snorted a laugh, nearly choking on the coke he was drinking. Some other people in the food court looked their way as Isaac snort-laughed for a minute, and Aiden laughed as well.

When they stopped laughing, Isaac looked at his phone. “Hey, you wanna see Spirit? She should be on her lunch break now. Maybe we could all come back here to eat before she’s back to work.”

Aiden nodded in agreement, and the two of them stood and continued chatting on their way back to the music store.

When they rounded the corner, they were surprised to see a crowd around the store and employees telling people to clear away and back off, saying the store was closed due to an emergency.

Isaac and Aiden exchanged confused glances.

Then, suddenly, two EMTs came out of the store while wheeling someone on a stretcher. Both boys could immediately tell who it was. Both of them paled and felt their stomachs drop as they saw Spirit’s sobbing form—teeth clenched and red-faced and crying out in pain—being wheeled away.

“Shit,” Isaac said, quickly going after the EMTs. Aiden, without a second thought, went after her as well.

— — —

Spirit felt heavy. As if she’d just been sleeping for a hundred years. As if her body was filled with lead.

Spirit?

She tried opening her eyes, but her lids were heavy, and she just felt so sleepy.

Spirit? Are you awake?

She struggled to blink a few times. Slowly, her senses began to come back to her.

“Spirit?”

There was a fuzzy form in front of her. She blinked and blinked until colors came together and she could see Isaac’s relieved face. “Welcome back,” the blonde chuckled.

Isaac was to her right, but she felt a hand holding her left hand, and she turned her head to see Aiden there, also looking relieved.

Her brows pinched slightly. “Why. . . What hap- Ah!” She quickly realized that moving—even just shifting the tiniest bit—was a mistake. She barely shifted an inch, and the movement pulled on her stomach, sending a shuddering burst of pain through her.

“Take it easy,” Aiden said softly, using his free hand to stroke her hair. “You’re okay.”

She frowned, her confusion evident on her face.

“You had appendicitis,” Isaac told her. Then he chuckled. “Explains why you were such a grouch today.”

Spirit narrowed her eyes at him, making him chuckle again and bend down to give her a hug. Isaac pulled away and looked at Aiden. “I’ll go find the doctor and tell him she’s awake.”

Aiden nodded, and Isaac left.

“Why are both of you here?” Spirit suddenly asked tiredly.

Aiden smiled and shrugged. “Isaac and I hung out and talked after we left you. He’s a cool guy.”

To her own surprise, Spirit actually felt glad that Aiden seemed to get along with Isaac. “Yeah,” she agreed. “He is.”

Aiden’s hand that was petting her hand moved down and he started to stroke her cheek. “I think you were feverish when I saw you this morning,” he said. “I felt how warm your cheek was when I hugged you. You’re cooler now.”

Spirit felt herself blush at the feeling of his hand on her cheek. “Sorry I won’t get to enjoy your surprise today. What was it gonna be?”

Aiden smiled and blushed softly at that, looking a bit surprised that she brought it up. “I was going to take you out to dinner. Isaac gave me some advice on where to take you. And I was going to. . . “ ask you to be my girlfriend, he finished in his head.

Spirit raised a curious brow, waiting for him to finish.

Aiden’s smile turned sheepish like it does when he’s nervous. Spirit knew the look all too well by now.

He shook his head. “That was it. I was gonna take you out on a dinner date. But we can always reschedule.”

Spirit nodded, too tired to read Aiden. She tried shifting again, only to wince. “It hurts.”

Aiden sighed and squeezed her hand. “I know. Maybe the doctor can give you something for the pain.”

She nodded and turned to head to lean into his palm, closing her eyes again. “Thank you for being here,” she mumbled.

Aiden felt his heart flutter a bit, and he smiled. “Of course,” he said, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

He had never done that before, and Spirit opened her eyes to look at him with surprise. Her cheeks pinked and she smiled, closing her eyes again and planting her own small kiss on the inside of his wrist.

By the time Isaac came back with the doctor, Spirit was out cold once more, and the doctor said the lingering effects of the anesthesia might make her come in and out of consciousness, and he checked her vitals quickly before leaving once more.

Isaac sat on a chair by Spirit’s bed, gently rubbing his friend’s shoulder. “The doctor told me that once she’s discharged, she should have someone to take care of her. I’m gonna leave really quickly so I can set up my guest room for her at my place. Can you stay, or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I can stay.” Looking down at Spirit’s sleeping and peaceful face, Aiden smiled and said, “The only place I need to be right now is here.”

Here, he thought to himself. Here with her.

With this girl who I’m entirely in love with.

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