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I Want to Know What Love Is: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You and Eddie have been together for a while, but you've been taking your relationship very slowly. On one night in particular, you find out why it's taken so long for things to heat up...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, virgin!eddie munson, experienced!female reader, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise, premature ejaculation

Word Count: 7k

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I Want to Know What Love Is

You've been dating Eddie for quite some time, about six months. You met him during one of your afternoon shifts at the BigBuy Supermarket. You recognized him from high school, though you'd both graduated a couple years prior. You remember this 'reunion' like it was yesterday, as Eddie had accidentally knocked over the display you put together to advertise discount instant pudding. You'd been checking out another customer, when you heard a loud crash. Everyone in the store ran over to see what the commotion was.

And there he was in aisle five, laying in a giant pile of Jell-O boxes. He was blushing wildly, clearly embarrassed for making such a giant mess. Your manager ran over and demanded you clean it up and kick Eddie out. Everyone knew him as the town fuck-up, so they assumed he'd done it on purpose. Everyone else went about their way, giving him a good stink-eye as they walked past. He didn't say a word, just laying there like a dead fish. You offered your hand to help him up, and he gladly took it. He apologized profusely, even offering to buy all the pudding since some of the boxes were dented.

He looked so cute as he frantically explained that he slipped on a puddle of something, falling backwards onto the table. You told him it was okay, but that he could make up ruining the display you put up by helping you put it back together. That, and he could give you his phone number. He happily accepted your terms, helping you painstakingly rearrange the display until it was good as new. Once that was done, you walked him to your register to pull out a piece of receipt paper and a pen. You handed it to him, watching him quickly jot down his number. You slipped the paper in your pocket for later on, and Eddie left before your manager called the cops on him. Said manager had come up to you after watching your exchange with Eddie at the register, warning you that the young man was nothing but trouble. He said a 'nice girl' like you should stay far away from someone like that. You respectfully disagreed, making sure to call Eddie as soon as you got home.

And now here you are, half a year later, currently grinding on Eddie's lap on the couch in his trailer. The two of you had been watching a scary movie, but that quickly turned into heated kisses until you eventually ended up right where you are now. Most of the times you and Eddie hang out, you always end up like this. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his hands roaming your tits and ass over your clothes. And your mouths connected together, tongues exploring each other thoroughly. Sometimes your shirts come off, but not your bra, and never any pants. Eddie takes things surprisingly slow with you, it took a while for you to even get a kiss out of him.

You don't mind going slow, as Eddie insists you’re very special to him, and he doesn't want to rush into anything. You think it’s sweet, every other relationship you've had before went straight to sex after around the third date. But Eddie is special to you too, he values you as a person. You aren't just a hot body to him, though he’s made plenty of effort giving you compliments on it, which always makes you blush. Plus, taking things slow sexually lets the two of you form a strong bond together. Eddie has taught you how to play D&D, and you ended up dominating the first campaign you played with him and the rest of his club. You take long walks along Lover's Lake, listen to his metal tapes in the van while smoking weed, and you go to every single one of Eddie's Corroded Coffin shows at the Hideout. It’s a perfect relationship, one you've always longed for during the long line of absolute duds.

Lately though, Eddie's been acting a bit strange. He's sweet as ever, and still teasing you playfully like he always does. But when you're making out, you try to take things a step further and he always stops everything altogether in response. It could be anything, trying to take your bra off, or your pants, or his jeans. Or you try to palm his dick through his clothes, or lead his hand to rub against your clothed heat. Anything like that, and he pushes you off of him, nervously excusing himself to the bathroom. You've only started doing this a couple weeks ago, you figure being together so long means you could move things just a teensy bit further. But it always scares him away, and this occasion is no different.

You're grinding against Eddie roughly, feeling him stiffen inside his jeans, which rubs your clit just the way you like. You're both moaning quietly, marking each other's necks with dark hickeys, hands roaming each other's flesh. Eddie's gripping your ass firmly, leading your hips to rub against him further. You decide to try to take a small step forward again, and this time you're going to ask him what's wrong when stops you. You're not offended when he shuts everything down, but you'd like to have an explanation. He owes you that much. You reach behind your back, trying to unclasp your bra. Eddie sees you do this, his hands leaving your ass, and he slides you off of his lap. You slump into the couch, waiting for him to try to leave the room again.

"I'll be right back, darling." He says, trying to stand. But you grab his hand to keep him in the room, his eyes shooting to you anxiously. "What?" He asks simply, looking like a trapped animal.

"Eddie, can you tell me what's wrong?" You say meekly, biting the nails on your free hand.

"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart." He tries to deny it, but the truth reads all over his face. He's trying to go off on his own again, and you can't let him do that anymore.

"Well, something must be. Can you just sit, please?" You beg, not wanting him to hide himself away. He contemplates your request, nodding a moment later. He sits back down again, sighing. He's dreaded this conversation more than anything, but he figured it would have to come at some point. "Eddie, do you not find me attractive?" You ask, and he stares at you with wide eyes. His brows knit together, surprised you'd ask such a thing.

"Y/N, of course I find you attractive. What kind of question is that?" He holds your hand, stroking your fingers gently. He's trying to distract you, so you pull your hand away. You can't help feeling a bit annoyed at this point, he keeps dancing around whatever his problem is.

"Well, I only ask because every time I try to take things a little further, you always stop everything. What's that all about?" You cross your arms, sitting sideways on the couch so he has to look at you.

"It's nothing, baby. Really, I just..." He's blushing like mad, his hands gripping his knees until the knuckles have turned white. He shakes his head, not wanting to talk anymore. He can't do it, he can't tell you the truth. You'd laugh at him for it.

"Babe, just tell me. You can tell me anything, I love you so much. There's nothing you can say that will change that. But I'm not dropping it until you tell me the truth, Eddie." You place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. He looks at you, breathing unevenly. He's so nervous, which worries you more than anything. "It's okay, darling. I just wanna know, maybe I can help." You lean forward to give him a gentle kiss, trying to make him understand that you're here for him no matter what.

"Okay, okay." He shifts to face you fully, trying his best to keep eye contact with you. He takes a deep breath before continuing. "Look, when I tell you this, you promise not to laugh at me?"

"Yes, I promise." You just want him to spit it out already, but you're patient with him as he always is with you.

"Okay. So, it's not that I don't want to take things further, angel." He says, pausing to think through what to say next. You listen intently, curious where this is going. "I just...don't really know what to do with it." What the hell does that mean? The question must read on your face, as he nods in acknowledgement of it. "What I mean to say is that I'm...Oh, Jesus Christ I can't say it. Please don't make me." He almost whines at you, clearly distressed by this conversation. You just hold his hands, smiling kindly at him.

"You're a what? Come on, I sense it's just a couple more little words, hm? It's okay, baby." You gently push him, though you think you've already figured out what he's going to say.

"I'm a virgin, okay?" He almost mumbles the word, clearly ashamed of it. If you didn't know Eddie personally, you'd be very surprised by this. But all the pieces of the puzzle have finally clicked together, putting a clear picture before you.

"Is that all, darling?" You reply, you're not scared away by this at all, everyone has to start somewhere. And you're more than willing to teach him.

"You're not mad?" He asks sheepishly, still trying to avoid your gaze. You scoff, in utter disbelief. You put your hands on either side of his face, holding his gaze seriously.

"Eddie! Why the hell would I be mad about that? We never really talked about it before, which is fine. I had kinda assumed you'd had sex before, but I don't care either way. I love you and want to be with you, regardless of your prior experience." He nods in your grip, feeling a bit relieved that it doesn't bother you. A small smile even begins to grow on his lips. "Now, I do have another question, if that's alright."

"Anything, love." He says, smirking as he can guess what it is.

"Do you want to lose your virginity to me?" You bite your lip, hoping he'll say yes. You understand if he isn't ready, this talk couldn't have been easy for him.

"Fuck, I've been waiting to hear those words this whole time, sweetheart." He chuckles, pulling your body back onto his to kiss you hungrily. You sling your arms around his neck, melting into his touch. His mouth quickly migrates to your neck again, biting and sucking the skin harshly.

"Let's move this to your room, baby." You sigh lustfully, and Eddie wraps your legs around his waist, holding your thighs as he stands up with you in his arms. He walks you both down the hallway to his room, shutting the door roughly. He drops you onto the bed, making your tits bounce. You lean back on your hands, glancing up at him standing above you. "We'll take things slow, okay?" You speak to him lowly, and he just nods. You reach behind your back, undoing the clasp of your bra. You make a show of removing the straps, holding the cups in place, before letting the bra fall to the floor below.

When your breasts are fully exposed, Eddie groans audibly at the sight. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. Can I touch them?" He asks, eyes blown out wide as he falls to his knees. Eddie is fully at your mercy, letting you take the lead as you help him experience everything for the first time.

"Of course you can, Eddie. I've been waiting forever for you to do it. I bet they'll feel so good in your big, strong hands." You speak to him teasingly, though you're also extremely turned on by the idea of being his first. It makes you feel special, no other woman had the chance to truly turn him into a man. Eddie moves forward on his knees, hands raised as he inches closer to you. He looks to you, asking for permission again with his eyes. "Go ahead, darling. Touch me, it'll feel so good." Your breathing picks up, anxiously anticipating his large hands holding your bare tits. He nods again, nervously placing his hands on your chest.

"Fuck, they're so soft." He says, in complete awe of you. He massages them in his hands, making you moan. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks quietly, still so unsure of his every move.

"Yes. You can squeeze my nipples if you want, carefully though. They're very sensitive." Your eyes refuse to leave his, which only serves to amplify how intense such a simple touch feels for you. You're already so wet for him, you can't wait for him to see. He does as you suggest, gingerly rolling your hardened buds between his thumbs and forefingers. "Fuck, yes." It feels so fucking good, it's almost like you've never been touched this way before.

"I like the noises you make, Y/N. They're very sexy." He's feeling a little more confident now, highly receptive to every reaction you have to his touch. He boldly makes the next move on his own, leaning into your chest to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your beautiful breasts. More moans leave your lips, your head falling back as Eddie kneels between your legs to worship your chest. He drags his tongue around lazily, eventually taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He takes great care to be gentle with you, educating himself on what you like and what you don't. His cock strains inside his jeans, he's more turned on than he's ever been. Eddie worries he won't last long, trying very hard not to cum in his pants.

"Do you want to try something else, Eddie?" You ask through your moans, his lips have ignited every inch of skin they touch. He stops, looking up at you again.

"Yes, please." He's eager to see what comes next, ready to please you any way you want. You stand up, unbuttoning your jeans. He's still kneeling, watching you closely. You pull down your pants, and your lace panties slowly. He gulps when your pussy is in view, his cock twitching at the sight. You sit back down, angling yourself at the very edge of the bed without falling off. You spread your legs, carefully revealing your soaking cunt to Eddie's gaze. His eyes widen, to the point of almost popping out of his skull. "Oh my God. You're so fuckin' gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so, baby. Now, I'm gonna demonstrate what to do first, and then you can give it a try. Sound good?" He nods excitedly, waiting patiently for you to show him what to do. You lower a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit slowly with your middle and ring fingers. Another moan escapes you, Eddie's eyes flicking to yours, before returning to observe your hand. You carefully insert your middle finger inside yourself, pumping it in and out just so. You'll tell him about the curling when it's his turn, it's a bit odd to explain when he's just watching. You insert the other finger, calling his name instinctively as you pleasure yourself.

"May I, darling?" He asks, smiling like a kid on Christmas. You giggle, nodding as you remove your fingers.

"Just do as I did, take it slow. I can guide your hand if you want." He holds it out to you, feeling a bit uneasy again. "It's okay, sweetheart. One step at a time." You hold him firmly, leading his hand to your clit. "Sorry if this seems a bit medical, but do you feel that little nub there?" He hums in acknowledgement, letting you use him to rub it in circles. "Well, that's a clitoris, or clit for short. It's small, but very powerful, very important." Your tone is calm, reassuring. It's clear there's no awkwardness or judgment here, you trust each other completely. You let him go, so he can rub you all on his own. "Just be gentle, if you go too hard it doesn't feel very good." He maintains the level of pressure you were leading him with, drawing more noises from your lips as he goes. "You're already pretty good at this, Eds. Now, lower your hand, and carefully push your middle finger inside me." He does as you say, being as careful as possible as he pushes the digit into your wet hole.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He groans, watching his finger disappear into you and come back out again.

"Mmhmm, because you're making me feel so good, love. Now, while you're moving in and out, try to kind of curl your finger as it's inside. Like this." You demonstrate with your own hand, curving your fingers slightly. He does as you ask, brushing against your g spot. "Shit, that's really good. You can add another finger if you want." He does, curving them together inside you. Your body is simmering, the feeling of Eddie touching you like this is unbelievable. Your eyes flutter closed, head falling back slightly. "It feels so good, Eddie. You're doing such a good job. You can go faster if you want to try and make me cum." He takes your instructions so seriously, jumping at every opportunity you give to him. He scoots closer to you, placing his free hand onto your thigh.

"Like this?" He asks as he increases speed slightly. Every move hits your sweet spot perfectly, you applaud yourself at teaching him so well.

"Yes, that's really good. You can go even faster, just gradually build me up." He takes advantage of this chance, going even faster. "Oh, God. Just like that Eddie, keep going." You cry out, gripping the edge of the bed for dear life.

"Shit, you're so unbelievably hot like this. And the sounds you're making are driving me insane." He's loving every moment of this, drinking in every noise and expression you emit. Eddie's mind swirls with pure lust as he continues to fuck you with his hand, bringing you closer to the edge with what you’ve taught him. He may have barely passed senior year, but apparently he's a fast learner in bed. Your orgasm is quickly approaching, your walls fluttering around him as he moves.

"Baby, I'm so close. You wanna make me cum?" You whimper at him, forcing yourself to check in to ensure he's also enjoying this.

"Yes, I wanna see you cum, sweetheart." He coos at you, keeping up the pace, though his fingers are getting a bit tired. He soldiers on, desperate to see you lose control.

"Go faster." You plead, and Eddie obeys. His digits pound into you, wet noises filling the room. A fire spreads wildly through your body, and any second now you're going to explode. He happens to hit just the right spot inside you at the precisely correct moment, which sends you toppling over the edge into a deep pool of bliss. "Oh, fuck! Eddie, I'm cumming!" You scream, your legs begin to shake as your insides clamp down on Eddie's fingers. He keeps moving, helping you ride out your high. Arousal spills from you, pooling into his palm. You fall backwards onto the bed, breathing heavily as the pleasure subsides.

Eddie pulls out of you, making you whine. Your cunt pulsates around nothing, and a thin coat of sweat gives you a chill as it blooms on your skin. He sits awkwardly, gazing at your juices glistening on his hand. Curiosity gets the best of him, and he pokes out his tongue to taste your cum. He's not sure he should be doing it, but you also didn't say not to. He licks a finger with the tip of his tongue, surprised by the unique taste. Deciding he rather likes it, he shoves both fingers into his mouth. He moans loudly, making you shoot up in bed.

You see Eddie sucking his fingers clean, his eyes closed tightly. "Are you enjoying yourself, darling?" You say, startling him. His eyes widen, and he yanks the fingers out of his mouth. His face goes red, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. "It's okay, baby. Come here." You smile slyly at him, gesturing at the spot on the bed beside you. Eddie sits down, and you gaze deeply into his eyes. "Did you like that, Eddie?" You ask, barely above a whisper. Your lips are very close to his, your breath fanning into his face.

"Yes, very much. I love you, sweetheart." Eddie says, just as quietly. He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours softly. He cups your cheek, shoving his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. You moan down his throat, creeping your hand along to palm his dick through his pants. He grunts against your lips, taken by surprise. He breaks away, about to remove your hand out of instinct. But he stops himself, letting you grope him over his clothes.

"Do you want a turn now, love?" You lick your lips, anxious to take him in your mouth. You've thought about giving him head so many times, but he’s never asked or expressed genuine interest in it.

"Yes, please." Eddie's still apprehensive, worried he'll cum too quickly and you'll laugh at him. "Just...don't be surprised if I don't last very long." He's gone all shy now, almost scared. But you gently kiss him again as your hand continues to stroke him, reassuring him that it's okay.

"I'm not worried about it, Eds. You've never done this before, I don't expect anything in particular to happen. I just want to make you feel good, if you'll let me." He lets you lay him down on the mattress, trying his best to relax. You take in his image, his hair splayed out on the pillow, his torso completely bare to you. "I'll go slow, okay? And if you're not enjoying yourself, just tell me and I'll stop. Deal?"

"Deal." He replies, his body is unbelievably tense. Eddie's stiff as a board, arms clamped to his sides awkwardly. You straddle him just below his cock, lowering your head to kiss his lips once more. You want to loosen him up before getting to the main event, he won't have fun if he doesn't relax. He moans into your mouth, letting you take the lead. Your lips move to his cheek, jaw, neck. His body begins to heat up as you lick and suck his flesh. You go lower, scooting yourself down to kiss the tattoos on his chest, and he just watches your every move in astonishment.

"You doin' okay?" You can't help checking in again, looking in his eyes as you playfully bite on his nipples.

"Yeah." He moans out, nodding frantically for you to keep going. Your mouth migrates to his stomach, dipping your tongue into his belly button. He groans again, hands balling into fists against his sides. You drag your tongue down the little trail of hair leading down to his belt, planting one last wet kiss just above it. You undo the belt, unzipping his pants. You stand momentarily, pulling the jeans down his legs and discarding them to the floor. You debate touching him through his boxers, but you're not sure he'll last long enough for that. You remove his underwear too, smiling as his cock stands at attention in your view.

Before straddling Eddie again, you can't resist whistling at the sight of him fully exposed to you. "Damn, you're so beautiful, baby." He blushes again, looking away. "Don't hide, sweetheart. You're safe with me, just relax." You return to your position, sitting between his thighs. You stroke his legs with your hands lovingly, trying to quell his nervous tremors. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I know we've already done a lot tonight, that can be enough if you want."

"No, I want to keep going. I'm just a little nervous, but I want this. I want you." He gazes at you purposefully, breathing deeply to calm himself down. You can't help getting a little wet again from his pleas, you're sure he's wanted this just as long as you have. You aim your mouth above the swollen head of his dick, letting a long drip of saliva fall from your lips onto him. "Jesus Christ." He groans, seeing you spit on him like that is so fucking dirty. You take his length in your hand, spreading the moisture around as you begin to pump him. Moans and calls of your name fall helplessly from his lips, he's almost pitiful to watch like this.

You can feel him quickly building up to his release already, you decide to move things along. You lower your head, still looking in his eyes. You lick slow circles around the tip of his cock, making his head fall back onto the pillow. "Tell me how it feels, Eddie. Let me know I'm doing a good job." You purr to him, before taking his entire length in your mouth with ease.

"Oh, fuck!" He shouts, looking up again to see himself fully sheathed inside your lips. You start to bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue around him as you go. "That feels so fuckin' good, Y/N. Better than I ever could have imagined." Eddie's completely fucked for you, panting harshly as his high threatens to take hold.

"Mmmm." You hum against him, sending vibrations through his lower half.

"Oh my God. Do that again." He begs, sounding so needy for you. You happily grant his wish, eating up every sound you pull from him. You gag yourself on his dick, trying to make him cum. You can feel his balls tightening, and his stomach is so tense. Sweat drips down his face, and he can't stop making the most beautifully vulgar noises. You go faster despite the tears running down your cheeks, driving him over the edge. "Shit, I think I'm gonna- oh, FUCK!" Eddie's hips buck into your face as a powerful orgasm rips through him, and you swallow every last drop of his cum as it spills into your mouth.

Once he's empty, you pull yourself off of him with a pop. You crawl over to lay down beside him, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly. You turn over to the bedside table, grabbing his pack of smokes. You pull two out, flicking his lighter to ignite them. Eddie opens his eyes, reaching a hand up to take one of the cigarettes from you. He brings it to his lips and inhales the smoke deeply, exhaling a large, billowy cloud towards the ceiling. You take a drag of your own, letting your free hand entwine with his between you. He strokes your fingers with his thumb, and you squeeze his hand to get his attention. "Did you enjoy yourself, Eddie?" You ask, allowing your smoke to flow lazily from your lips as you speak.

"Definitely, Y/N. That was amazing, and I'm so happy I got to experience it with you." He turns on his side, propping his head up on his hand to look at you. You set the ashtray from the table between you so he can flick the ash, mirroring his position.

"Well, there's still one thing we haven't done yet." You waggle your eyebrows suggestively at him, and you both chuckle at the thought.

"I know, sweetheart. I haven't forgotten, I actually look forward to it." He smirks at you, eyes scanning over your naked body. He takes every chance he can to appreciate your beauty, you mean everything to him, especially now. The two of you finish smoking, in no rush at all. You stub the cigs out in the tray, setting it back onto the nightstand. "So, how do you wanna do this?" Eddie asks, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, I figure we can try it the traditional way first. It just seems easiest, I guess." You're feeling a bit nervous now, it's been so long since you've had full-on sex. And you've craved it from Eddie since the day you started dating him, dreaming and fantasizing about it almost every night.

"Okay, lead me through it, my love." You scoot to the middle of the bed, propping your knees up as you spread your legs. He moves out of your way, sitting on his knees as he awaits your instructions.

"So, um, you'll just put yourself between my legs." You feel silly saying this, but you know Eddie just wants to do it right. He does as you ask, holding himself up on his hands and knees as his bottom half gets situated above yours. "Okay, now it helps to do some other things to lead up to sex. Like, you can finger me, kiss my neck, stuff like that. Since we've already done most of that, it won't take much."

"Okay, so what should I start with?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. He's so cute like this, willing to listen to whatever you tell him.

"Well, like before, you just try to build me up. Use what you know, and do what feels natural. I'll tell you if it isn't working, okay?" You stroke his arms, leaning up a little to give him another reassuring kiss. Without warning Eddie deepens it, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You let him be in the driver's seat, though you'll continue to guide him if he needs it. One of his hands reaches over to massage your tit, squeezing the nipple between his fingers. You moan into his mouth, already becoming very wound up again.

Eddie breaks away, smiling down at you. His hand continues to grope your chest, he seems much more confident now. "Am I doing okay, angel?" He asks, watching your every reaction closely.

"Yes, you're doing great. Keep going." You sigh lustfully, gripping his cock in your hand to encourage him. He lowers his head to your neck, sucking the flesh harshly as he groans against you. "Oh, Eddie." You moan right into his ear, and he bites your neck even harder in response. After a while, Eddie's head slides down to your breasts, kissing and licking them like he did earlier. And his hand goes even lower to rub your clit, surprising you when he finds it on his own on the first try. Most guys before him rubbed your left flap and asked if it felt good, but Eddie is genuinely listening to what you’ve shown him. "That's perfect, love. Keep doing that. Shit, you learn fast." You half-laugh, unable to hide your disbelief.

"If I can meticulously plan every single detail of a month-long D&D campaign, I think I can find my way around a clitoris, Y/N." He chuckles darkly, taking your nipple between his teeth.

"Oh, fuck." You whine, your free hand tangling in his curly locks. You try to speak, though Eddie's touches are scrambling your thoughts. "I don't mean it in a bad way, baby. Quite the opposite, actu- FUCK!" Eddie interrupts you mid-sentence, sliding two fingers into your pussy. He curves them just right, brushing your g spot with ease. If he's this good after one lesson, you can only imagine what he'll be like when you do this again.

You stroke Eddie's dick a little harder, trying to hint to him that he can put it inside you soon. "Patience, love. I want you to be closer before I do that." His head comes back to yours, kissing you hastily as his hand continues to work you over. Another orgasm is brewing inside you, building steadily as Eddie continues to touch you.

He picks up speed, wet noises harmonizing with your moans. Your arousal coats his fingers, and he can't wait to taste you again. "I'm getting close, darling. You can try fucking me now, if you're ready." He pulls out his fingers, and he's just about to suck them clean when you grab his wrist. You bring his hand to your mouth, easily taking his long fingers all the way in. You moan loudly as you taste yourself on them, and Eddie's mouth falls open in shock.

"Hey, I wanted to do that!" He practically pouts at you, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just figured I'd be a little extra dirty for you, but I'll let you have it next time." He squints at you, still annoyed.

"You better. It was still pretty hot though, I guess." He begrudgingly admits, and it leaves the two of you looking in each other's eyes wordlessly. You're unsure where to go from here, but you decide to take the lead once more. You grab his cock, rubbing him teasingly against your slick folds. You both moan at the sensation, Eddie's eyes fluttering shut as his breath shudders. "So, I just realized I don't have any condoms." He states awkwardly, but you just cup his cheek comfortingly. He opens his eyes again, watching your expression.

"That's okay, baby. I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry about that." His eyes widen when you say this, before a large smirk spreads across his lips.

"Look at you, planning ahead. That's why I love you, princess." He pecks your lips, taking his length from your grip. He's getting ready to enter you, breath stuttering in anticipation. He looks to you again after he's just outside your soaked cunt. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, baby." He seems genuinely sad about it, but he shouldn't be. He wasn't ready until this point, and that's okay. You don't want him to feel bad, he shouldn't have any guilt about this.

"Darling, you don't have to apologize. We've taken our time, and it's made tonight so special. I would've waited as long as you needed, years if I had to. Because I love you, more than anything in the whole world." You smile at him, suddenly feeling very emotional about the whole thing.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He says, a single tear falling from his eye. It drips onto your cheek, mingling with one of your own before running down the side of your face. "Are you ready?" He asks, brushing the head of his dick against your needy hole.

"Yes, ready when you are. Take it slow, just push in at your own pace." He nods at your words of encouragement, watching your lower halves as he slowly sheathes himself inside you. You wince slightly at the sensation, it's been so long since you've had a dick inside you so you're not quite used to it. Eddie hisses as your velvet walls welcome him in. He bottoms out, letting you take a moment to adjust. After a minute, you feel yourself loosen up around him, and you wrap your legs around his waist while gripping his shoulders with your hands. "You can move now, Eddie. When you're ready." He nods, eyes screwed shut as you feel so hot and wet and tight around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good inside, angel." He says breathlessly, before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of you. Before you can respond, he slips back into you with ease. His tip brushes your special spot, ripping a moan from your lips.

"Shit, you can do that harder if you like. Slowly pull out, and slam back in. I can take it, if you want to try." Once again, he takes your notes seriously. He slips out almost all the way again, and this time he shoves himself back inside roughly. "Oh, god!" You cry out, digging your nails into his back. He repeats this action a couple more times, enthusiastically soaking up the pretty sounds you make. "You can go faster, if you're ready." Your breath shudders as you speak, Eddie's thrusts stealing the oxygen from your lungs.

"I know, I'm just trying not to cum early." His eyes are still closed, in deep concentration to focus on pleasing you.

"Don't worry about that, Eds. Just look at me. Focus on how much you love me, and how good it feels. Okay?" You caress his cheek, beckoning him to meet your gaze. He opens his eyes, immediately understanding what you mean. He starts thrusting into you at a steady pace, not breaking eye contact with you. You both moan lewdly, praising each other profusely as he gradually fucks you faster. The air is so thin between you, truly hot and heavy. Your insides are set ablaze, every word and cry of ecstasy stoking the flames.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I'm not sure I can last much longer, though." He pants, feeling his core tense up as he's getting ready to burst.

"It's okay, I'm getting there too. You wanna know a little trick?" You ask, just as out of breath as sweat slicks you over again.

"Yes, please." He almost begs, wanting to drag you down with him.

"Rub my clit, it'll speed things along if you need it. You can thrust faster too, I won't break I promise." You whine through your words, wanting so desperately to cum with him. His hand goes between you, stroking your clit with his thumb. "Oh, fuck! Just like that, Eddie." You cry out, and he decides to take your other piece of advice. He starts pounding his cock into your pussy, groaning as your walls begin to flutter around him. "Keep going, I'm getting so close." He tries to hang on for your sake, but it's all built up too quickly for him.

"Shit, I can't-" Eddie chokes out, his release taking him over. You feel his load coat your walls, and his hip buck wildly into you as he rides out his high. "Sorry, baby." He wishes that didn't happen, but you want him to keep moving.

"It's okay, just don't stop. Fuck me as long as you can, I'm almost there. Make me cum, darling." You cling to him, pushing him to carry on. He nods breathlessly, overwhelmed with stimulation as he continues to pound your pussy mercilessly. You're unbearably close, moaning many words of motivation to Eddie. "Just like that, don't stop. Please!" You beg and plead with him to give you what you want. And he's doing everything in his power to grant your request. He's still rubbing your clit, and his mouth latches onto your neck to add another layer of pleasure for you.

"I can feel you, cum for me, sweetheart." He says lowly in your ear, before biting your throat aggressively. His words push you off the deep end, and you're plummeting to your demise.

"Oh, God, Eddie!" Your walls clamp down on him, making him shout. Your legs lock onto him, shaking uncontrollably as your back arches off the bed. You scratch your nails down his back, almost breaking the skin. You're flooded from the inside out with absolute bliss, and you go limp in Eddie's arms as you let the high subside.

He pulls out, groaning again as you're still pulsating around him. You whine at the loss, but you're also completely spent. Your mixed release oozes from your pussy, and he watches it curiously. He's tempted to lick it up, but decides against it when he sees your fuckstruck expression. You look so beautiful like this, hair sticking to your sweat-soaked face, your chest heaving and your eyes shut peacefully. "God, I fuckin' love you." He showers your face with kisses, eternally grateful for what you've given him. He'll spend the rest of his life showing you just how much he appreciates it.

"I love you too, baby. I take it you had a good time." You giggle, his little pecks tickle your face. You'd look at him, but you feel so tired all of a sudden. It's like a deep hunger has been sated, but you'd never really noticed how truly starving you were. You're so unbelievably happy in this moment, and it's all because of your beautiful boyfriend. "Hey, Eds?" You ask softly, almost falling asleep in your blissed-out state.

"Hm?" He hums, still peppering you with kisses.

"It's a small thing, really. But can you get a damp washcloth to clean me up?" You force your eyes open now, flicking them to the mess between your legs. He glances at it too, nodding in understanding.

"Of course, anything you need." He kisses your lips again, before standing up to run to the bathroom. He returns quickly, kneeling before you to wipe the cum away gently. "There, all better." He puts the cloth into the laundry basket, and locates both of your underwear to put back on for bed. You lazily pull them on, flopping back down onto the mattress. "Oh, baby. You look so tired." He coos sympathetically, laying beside you as he pulls up the covers.

"I am, in the best way though. You were so good, Eddie. I had a lot of fun." You smirk, humming quietly as he spoons you real close.

"Me too, princess. You're the best girlfriend in the world, you know that?" He kisses the back of your neck, still reeling in sheer adoration of you. You were so patient with him, showing him how to make you feel good. He can't wait to use what he's learned on you again and again, but that's something for another day. He's also quite ready for sleep, reaching to the side table to flick off the lamp.

"And you are the best boyfriend a woman could ask for. I love you, Eddie." You say softly, already drifting off to dreamland.

"I love you too, Y/N. Sweet dreams, darling." He closes his eyes, keeping you warm in his strong arms as he welcomes a deep slumber.

The end.

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thepixelelf · 2 months ago

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frat president seungcheol x reader x one night romance chan warnings: slight and I mean slight suggestiveness. coarse language, alcohol, possessive (derogatory) cheol; he's toxic and doesn't know it. implications of sex and sexual acts. idk how frats work. wc: 1.8k

love triangle au requests (this one is also for @hey-blondie <3)

read part 1 first

[what's holding you back? 2] Every time his brothers decide to throw another house party, Seungcheol considers quitting altogether. He's always the one who ends up having to clean the house (with the help of an ever-nagging neatfreak Mingyu by his side, at least), always the one who has to arrange the keg delivery (with Soonyoung and his connections getting them life-saving discounts, thankfully), and always the one whose room gets miraculously broken into by some horny party-goers.

(Joshua is still scrubbing every tile in the bathrooms bi-weekly for that last incident.)

((Why he couldn't use his own damn room is still a mystery to Seungcheol.))

Despite all that, every time the boys arrange a new headache -- party, whatever -- and Seungcheol thinks about sitting this one out, they always manage to do the one thing that makes these stupid shindigs irresistible to Seungcheol.

They invite you.

And even though your course load can only be described as mountainous, your part-time job starts early tomorrow morning, and you far prefer getting at least half of a good night's sleep...

You're here. You're here while music blasts and people dance like the rent's due and something breaks every two and a half minutes, laughing at something Jeonghan said. Just within and out of reach.

You lean into the cushion behind you, your shoulders brushing his arm where it rests on the back of the couch. Seungcheol lets the warmth from your back seep through his skin like honey -- because why wouldn't he? You're comfortable where you are, and it's his job to be that "where".

"No, I'm serious!" you defend yourself against Jeonghan's teasing. A likely thing for him to be doing. "He's a total scaredy cat. That's why he always makes you guys run the yearly haunted house."

Soonyoung waves his hand dismissively. "No way. His family celebrates Halloween every year-- that's why he never runs it with us."

"As if!" With a sly smirk, you bump your shoulder into Seungcheol's side. "He hides out at my place every year, and we don't even watch scary movies, either."

Seungcheol rubs the spot you bumped even though it doesn't hurt at all. "We watch scary movies," he argues.

"Halloweentown doesn't count, Seungcheol."

"Now you're just trying to embarrass me--"

Someone calls out your name, and you turn your head, eyes widening,

"Oh shit," you breathe out.

Some guy strides up to the couch with the confidence and determination of a soldier, and every muscle in Seungcheol's body tenses.

You? After the initial surprise, your eyes brighten in that special way Seungcheol likes when you're looking at him.

And can't stand when it's anyone else.

Lifting yourself off the cushions and subsequently away from Seungcheol's arm, you approach the guy before he makes it all the way over to the couch. You touch a hand to his arm, lightly, familiar, a smile on your lips as you chuckle and say, "How the hell did you find me?"

Seungcheol's jaw clenches. He turns to Jeonghan. "Who is that?"

For once, Jeonghan was minding his own business, and he turns away from his conversation to see whom Seungcheol nodded at. "Ah," he says, all-knowing when it comes to who's who. "That's one of Seungkwan's friends. Chan. Lee Chan."

Seungcheol scrunches his nose. Chan, he mocks in his mind as he watches you lead the guy off somewhere. Lee Chan sure isn't holding back in the up-and-down glances. It's like he can't even believe you're there in front of him.

The thing is, you shouldn't be. Seungcheol grinds his teeth. The couch is where you should be, where you're comfortable and you're honey and you're next to him.

He stands.

Even though he knows the answer now, Seungcheol settles next to you, slings his arm over your shoulder, and interrupts whatever the loser was saying with, "Hey, Cherry. Who's your friend?" He lifts his chin a bit, peering down his nose at him with the closest he can get to a polite smile.

There. Lee Chan should get the message with that.

But instead of scurrying off with his tail between his legs like so many of your pursuers had before him, Chan barely acknowledges Seungcheol and just blinks at you. "Cherry?" he asks.

"Oh." You fluster a bit at the nickname, and Seungcheol grows hotter knowing Chan gets to see another one of his favourite expressions on you. "Um, the first of this guy's frat parties I went to, I drank way too much cherry vodka and did some...things. I can't even smell anything cherry-flavoured now without getting queasy." Using one arm to bashfully rub the back of your neck, you chuckle, the movement causing Seungcheol's arm to slip off your shoulders.

He looks for your eyes, which don't meet his. You didn't do that on purpose.

Did you?

"Anyway." You clear your throat and use one hand to gesture at your admirer. "This is Chan. Chan, this is Seungcheol. He's my, um..."

You look at him then, and the lack of answer hits him somewhere within his rib cage. He crosses his arms and turns to Chan. "How do you two know each other?"

He isn't used to having to ask questions like this, his reputation usually enough to deter any unwanted interactions. If this Chan guy is still standing here, though, it must mean he really, really wants to talk to you.

Chan opens his mouth, but you're faster. "Remember the destination wedding my mom's friends went to?"

Seungcheol nods. "The one where they brought you so you could watch their children?"

"Yeah." You glance at Chan, and it's almost like you're telling him something Seungcheol can't hear. "We met there."

Seungcheol's right hand grips harder onto his own arm. "I see."

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," Chan says, ignoring Seungcheol once again. He sends you what must be a charming smile. "Especially not here."

"Funny." But you don't laugh. "I didn't think I'd see you here either."

Alright. Enough.

Seungcheol makes a show of grabbing your plastic cup and looking inside. "Let's go get you something to drink," he says, noting your confusion but having none of it. "Nothing cherry, I promise."

Because Seungcheol is the one who knows you. Knows your likes and dislikes, your favourite colours, how you prefer your eggs, the smell of your shampoo...

The face you make when he touches your bare skin. The way desire flickers in your eyes like the hot coals of a campfire.

You shake your head, pulling your cup back and holding it close to your chest. "I'm okay. Thank you."

Seungcheol's brow furrows. "I really think we should go to the kitchen."

"I'm fine, Cheol."

Lifting his hand, he places it on your forearm. "Cherry--"

At the same time as you step away from his touch, Chan steps between you and Seungcheol. "How about you go get yourself a drink?" he says, chest almost imperceptibly puffed out. "I wanted to ask Cherry something in private, anyway."

The nickname Seungcheol gave you coming off of this little shit's tongue makes him seethe. "Ask them what, exactly?" he says through his teeth.

Chan doesn't falter. "I'm sure you don't want to know."

"I'm sure I do," Seungcheol grits out.

"Guys..." you try to cut in quietly, but both boys are too caught up in each other to notice.

Scoffing in amusement, Chan shakes his head before meeting Seungcheol's glare. "Then if you need to know: I wanted to ask if they enjoyed it."

Seungcheol's jaw clenches. "'Enjoyed it'?" he echoes.

"Hey," you try again, somewhere beyond the red fog closing in on him.

"Yes," Chan answers confidently, crossing his own arms now. "If the sounds they made for me are anything to go by, I bet they really enjoyed it -- enough for a repeat performance."

Surging forward, Seungcheol clutches the collar of Chan's shirt in his fist. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Chan smirks, taking delight in setting him off. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Seungcheol growls, pulling his other arm back to give this guy exactly the beating he deserves, but he's half a second too late.

You shove your foot into his stomach, and he stumbles back, fingers loosening from Chan's shirt. You push Chan back by the shoulder for good measure, and when you turn back again, the anger on your face turns Seungcheol's chest inside out.

This fire in your eyes is different than he's ever seen before. Your anger is no stranger to him, from the frustrations of life and all the shit you've had to go through, but you haven't been this mad at him since...

Fuck.

Since he didn't kiss you that night.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Seungcheol?" Your shoulders rise and fall with the anger coursing through you. It's like a wall has finally fallen, the way you look at him. "You're not some rom-com bad boy. Get a hold of yourself."

Seungcheol takes a breath, holding his stomach. "Cherry..."

"What?!" You throw your hands in the air and let them fall. The hints of the brawl that almost broke out had caught the attention of some people around already, but your exasperated voice turns even more heads. "What, Seungcheol? You decided you don't want to fuck me, and after that, you decided no one else can either?"

"I... That's not..."

You huff. "I don't care. I actually just don't care anymore. You know why I didn't tell you about this? Do you know why I never talk to you about this kind of shit?"

He doesn't want to know. But he has a feeling he needs to. "Cherry..."

"Because I knew you'd react like this," you tell him, eyes cold. "Why is it that just because you won't have me, I'm not allowed to have anyone?"

When Seungcheol has no response, Chan returns himself to the picture, standing beside you and putting his hand at the small of your back.

You spin. "And you." An accusatory finger gets thrust in Chan's face, settling under his widened eyes. "If you think you're getting a" --you spit the words-- "'repeat performance' after airing out my shit like that for some dumbfuck pissing contest, you're obviously not the same Chan I met before."

Mouth opening and closing like a fish on the chopping block, Chan sputters for a few seconds before you seemingly decide you don't care about what he would have to say.

You storm off, straight to Soonyoung, whom you grab by the arm and ask to take you home. He spares one glance in Seungcheol's direction, then nods at you with concern on his face.

He knows something Seungcheol doesn't, and it makes Seungcheol want to throw up.

With you gone, the party resumes its usual chaos and volume, although Seungcheol can feel the stares from every direction. Chan disappears somewhere. He doesn't care.

Somehow, Seungcheol finds himself back on the couch. It's a lot less comfortable without you next to him.

Jeonghan sits down with a sigh. "You fucked up, didn't you?"

Sunken into the cushions, Seungcheol shuts his eyes. "I've been fucking up."

"What are you going to do about it?"

Seungcheol brings his hands up to his face, and he digs his palms into his eye sockets. "I don't know. Fuck. I don't know."

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sugarsfics · 2 years ago

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“If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle”

Summary: Eddie invites you over for a movie night. Movie night is in his room. The only place to sit is his bed. His bed is small

Trope: Eddie x shy!reader; friends to lovers

Warning: use of y/n

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For the past hour Eddie has been running around the trailer making sure everything was perfect. Why? Because you are coming over, his crush is coming over. He has been crushing on you for a while. Every class he had with you he would find an excuse to talk to you, asking you for a pencil, piece of paper, answers, making a joke, anything to hear you talk or smile. That smile. The first time you smiled at him he was whipped, that smile made him smile, little did you know that when you turned to face the board you took his heart with you. You were very to yourself, only talking when spoken to, you had a small group of friends that he always saw you with. It took time but you eventually got comfortable with him, he was so grateful. P.E was one of your classes together before he sat on the bleachers alone looking at you, now you sit with him P.E became his favorite class. During that class he learned so much about you, this particular class you told him that you love the movie The Outsiders and how you have been waiting for it to be back in the video store. Eddie pulled so string, one of the workers he sells to works there so he told him he would give him a discount if he got the movie once the person returned it. So that brings you to now, he got the movie Monday, told you about Tuesday at school, then made plans to watch it together on Saturday. Since then he has been deep cleaning the trailer. Stressing out a girl is coming over, you are coming over.

You were just as stressed out as much as him. Everything seemed fine in theory of making of plans. But as Saturday came closer the bubblier your stomach got; you were going to Eddie’s house. Eddie what a beautiful man, you had a huge crush on him never in a million years did you think that he would talk to you let alone invite you his house to watch a movie. You triple checked your outfit, sat in front of your mirror in different positions making sure you looked good in all, brushed your teeth, took ten mints, and did everything you could think of to look pretty. When you felt decent you walked out quickly. You try to scurry pass your stepbrother room “Y/N” shit he saw you “Yes” “Where are you going” “out” “where” should you lie or tell him; lie he was way to over protective “To my friend's house” “Which one” think think “Alexis” she will cover for me “Are you going to stay the night” am I? What is going to happen tonight? Those bubble guts came back “I am not sure yet” “ok let me know” “will do Stevie” “Don’t call me that” Yea your stepbrother was Steve Harrington.

You drove to Eddie’s trying to focus on the road, but your mind couldn’t stop racing. It was a little scary, but you zoned back in when you pulled into the trailer park, not sure how you made it here. Eddie heard a car pull up and quickly looked out the window and saw your sage green car, you said that it was a gift from your grandma when you were 16. He fixed his hair then opened the door for you “Welcome to my castle” he said “hi Eddie” you spoke. There was a small staring contest between you too then Eddie broke the silence “This way to my cave” he led you to his room. You were about to be in a guy's room you thought, she is about to be in my room he thought. “Um movie is in going to grab the popcorn anything to drink?” “Water please” you sounded so sweet and polite he would get you anything if you asked him “Got it make yourself at home” You stared at his bed for a few seconds it was small but there was no other place to sit, so you sat at the corner. He walked in a minute later and was freaking you are on his bed, he tried to hide his excitement and climb into his bed “You can come further in I won’t bite” he joked you crawled next to him didn’t make any eye contact, your bodies were so close together you felt his warmth. Even being so close, your leg was falling off the bed, you tried not to think about how uncomfortable this was going to be. Eddie saw your leg he wanted to grab it a pull it close pull you close, "If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle” Eddie said where did that courage come from “are- are you sure” “Yea I don’t need you falling off” he opened his arms. Your heart started beating fast, there were so many firsts today already and now you are going to be in his arms. Your body didn’t know how to react so you slowing lied on him, he chuckled. As the movie played you slowly melted into him. The movie ended but neither of you moved, if anything you are scooting closer together. Eddie turned you to face him “Hi” “Hi” you giggled “This is nice” “Yea” “Maybe this could be a regular thing” “What do you mean” you asked “Saturday could be movie date nights” “Date? Was this a date” “It could be if you want it to be” there was silence again he thought he messed up “I have never been on a date before” you said shyly “Me either, tonight was a lot of my first” “Me too” you grinned at him. “You were a lot of my firsts” he continued “How” “Well the first girl to come to my house, first girl to be in my bed, first girl I cuddled with” He intertwined your hand together “This is my first time holding a girl's hand and this is my first kiss” he leaned in you met in the middle fireworks explode all around you. He pulled away but you brought him closer “Sorry I um I really liked that” he pecked your lips “So did I” He put on another movie, but you feel asleep “first girl to sleep with me” he laughed cuddling into you more than falling asleep himself . You were awoken by banging on the door. You and Eddie did not want to leave each other’s arms, but it only got louder. “Stay here” he kissed your forehead. He opened the door to a pissed off Steve “Harrington?” “Munson?” “What are you doing here” “Why is my sister's car in your lawn” “Sister?!”

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hexb0nes · 3 days ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

III. Gut Punch

word count: 5.3k

pairing: sugar daddy!jayce x sugar baby!reader

contains: police brutality, riots, oppression/bigotry, prisons, imprisonment, gang violence, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, death, murder, funerals, grief

summary: you've settled into a stable friendship with jayce and soon consider him to be a best friend. however, when your past with st. zaun hits you with a truckload of suffering, you must decide whether to bare it alone or let jayce help.

author's note: no notes, other than shoutout to my BR (beta reader) @bb-enablefreebuild <3 enjoy the angst!

Being friends with Jayce is like having your own golden retriever; he follows you around, does whatever you say, and radiates sunlight from his smile alone. At first, it was off-putting. There’s no way that someone can be that positive all the time. The two of you could be running from an axe-wielding serial killer and Jayce would still find a positive in the situation. But at least we’re getting some good cardio in!

Then it became annoying. Jayce Flores didn’t know the definition of personal space, always finding a way to touch you or be in your radius. It could be a pat on the shoulder after winning Mario Kart or clinging onto you for dear life during a scary movie marathon. You often would tense up or frown at his constant touches, but after the fifth hug or so, it finally clicked in your head that Jayce’s affection was harmless and an extent of his friendship.

The seasons shifted from autumn to winter, bringing frigid winds and powdery snow. Business at the café grew and you lost count at how many hot chocolates you poured, Vander had the great idea of adding a discounted hot chocolate and croissant combo to the menu. After each shift, your hands would ache and sweat coated your forehead from prolonged periods by the ovens.

You find yourself inside Jayce’s apartment, a modest one bedroom in Downtown Piltover. Laying on the rickety couch, you sprawl your limbs out and succumb to the built up exhaustion from your earlier shift. Cartoonish cups of hot chocolate dance across your vision. Meanwhile, a sweet aroma wafts from the kitchenette as Jayce cooks up a storm. Trumpets blast a tune in tandem with strumming guitars from the radio; some vague festive song for the approaching holidays.

“Ta da!” Jayce sets a bowl on the coffee table in front of you, “Dinner’s ready.”

You sit up from the couch and inhale the rich scent steaming from the bowl. Inside it, you’re presented with a dark soup, brimming with tortilla strips, chicken, and vegetables. Jayce passes you a packet of shredded cheddar and some sour cream, “To top yours off.”

“Thanks,” you dump an excessive amount of shredded cheddar and sour cream in your soup. Jayce grabs two bottles of soda from the fridge and hands one to you, which you happily accept. You take a swing from the soda then a spoonful of soup, “Oh my God, this is Heaven,” you moan from the taste of bubbly carbonation and smoky broth.

“I’m glad you like it,” Jayce beams. He partakes in his soup and feeds himself a few spoonfuls, “It’s my mom’s recipe.”

“Tell her that she made a masterpiece,” you grunt between gulps of soup. A bit of soup drips down your lip and on your chin. Jayce hands you a napkin and you clean your mouth.

“I will when I see her next,” he reassures his friend and colleague. Jayce then reaches for the TV remote and powers it on; a cheesy soap opera pops up on screen and Jayce cackles, “God! Are you seeing this?”

You pause your consumption of soup and look at the TV screen. Two men in tight clothes are sword-fighting while a big breasted woman in red swoons, as a third man approaches the fight. The third man announces himself as the woman’s true love and runs off with her, forcing the other two men to make a truce and hunt him down. Once countered by the sword fighters, the third man pulls out his own sword and fights them, only to get impaled in the stomach and thrown off a cliff. The episode seems to end with the original two men resuming their sword fight, but it pans down to the bottom of the cliff, as the third man emerges safely from a stunt mattress and vanishes to black.

“What trash,” you snort, focusing your attention back on your soup. God, I could eat this all winter. It warms up your chest and heats up your face, the perfect meal for a cold winter evening.

“But it’s quality trash,” Jayce tacks on, as he clicks through the TV channels. Documentaries, reality TV, cartoons, nothing seems of interest to either of you. Jayce clicks onto the next channel and a news broadcast appears on screen.

“Tonight’s story is about the riot yesterday in St. Zaun,” the reporter states to the audience. Jayce’s thumb hovers over the button to change the channel, but you snatch the remote from his hand and turn up the volume.

“Confrontations occurred between the Piltover City Police Department and St. Zaun residents after an officer-” An image materializes in the top left corner of the TV, showing a picture of the officer–a dark-haired man with thin sideburns–in question, “-tarnished a vigil. The vigil was said to be in honor of Zaunites who recently passed from gang violence or drug overdose.”

You ball up your fists and stare down the TV, as the broadcast continues, “Four officers and seven St. Zaun residents were injured during the riot with fifteen St. Zaun resident arrested,” footage of the arrests play on screen, an assortment of Zaunites being loaded into police vans while others protest and scream at the PCPD officers. The camera follows a familiar face being shoved into the van and your heart drops.

“Eye witnesses say that the officers used ‘excessive force’ when handling the rioters, but official reports on the matter have yet to be released. Pamphlets have since been passed around multiple areas of Piltover City to garner support for the arrested Zaunites and to protest outside Piltover City District Court on the day of their court appearance. More—” you turn off the TV and slump into the couch.

“You okay?” Jayce scoots close to you, arms open. You rest your head on his shoulder, “I… I’m fine,” you adjust your position and look up at your friend, “Just makes me sad to see this happen.”

“Agreed,” his chest vibrates when he speaks, “What kind of man ruins a vigil of all things?”

You don’t answer, remaining still and silent in Jayce’s arms; however, your phone rings and vibrates, alerting you of an incoming call. Detaching yourself from Jayce, you grab your phone from your jeans pocket and read the caller ID, “I gotta take this.”

You leave the living room and step onto the balcony, steadying yourself with a deep breath, before you answer the call.

“Hey,” a gravelly voice crackles from the other line, some background noise leaking through the call, “I need you to bail me out of jail.”

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The shoddy walls of The Piltover City Correctional Center threaten to collapse on top of you, as you enter the lobby of the building. You comply with the security checks, letting uniformed officers wand you for metal and check your purse for contraband. Once cleared, you approach the receptionist’s desk, where a wrinkly woman with ridiculously long acrylics sits.

“Hi there, hon,” she acknowledges your presence and blows a bubblegum pop, letting it pop and rechewing it, “How can I help you tonight?”

“I’m here to see Kieran Davenport,” you answer.

“ID, please,” the receptionist requests.

You give her your driver’s license and she types on her computer, acrylics click-clacking against the keys. The receptionist nods to herself and scans your ID through a small printer, producing a sticky ID tag for you. She passes it to you and you slap the tag on your blouse.

“Officer Perez can take you down to see him,” the receptionist states. She then shouts to a dozing officer near the doors to the holding cells, he snaps up and salutes. The receptionist rolls her eyes at his behavior and shouts again, “Perez! Take Ms. Davenport to Cell A6.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Officer Perez exclaims. He flashes you an awkward smile and steps out of the doorway. You head through the doors with the officer and confront the same scenery as last time: grey walls, iron bars, and orange jumpsuits.

“Here we are,” Officer Perez announces when the two of you stop in front of a dark cell and tap against the cell bars, “Kieran! You have a visitor!”

A lanky boy in an orange jumpsuit emerges from the darkness and strolls up to the cell bars. His hair is messy and untamed, fading from kelly green to muddy brown. One of his hands is scraped with old blood while the other is bruised around the knuckles.

“Hey,” the inmate–your younger brother, Kieran–greets you with a toothy grin, his canines shining under the jail lights, “Here to save me from my imprisonment?”

“You’re not imprisoned,” you eye the officer behind you, “Or is he?”

“Actually,” your eyes are locked on Officer Perez, as he begins to speak, “I have orders to release Mr. Davenport into the custody of a trusted adult, the charges against him were dropped as of an hour ago,” explains the police officer.

“There shouldn’t have been any charges in the first—” you squeeze your brother’s lips shut, “Thank you, Officer. He can be released into my care.”

“Alrighty!” Officer Perez claps his hands together, “I’ll have another officer escort him to get changed and sign the papers. Allow me to take you back to the lobby.”

“Very well,” you respond. You shoot Kieran a glance, eyes wide and lips snarled–You are in so much FUCKING trouble, you little asshole–and turn away to follow Officer Perez.

You sit in the waiting room, the clock ticking time away while you wait. It takes an hour for Kieran to walk into the lobby in street clothes with a gray-haired officer next to him. The officer casts a curious look at you, “Are you his guardian?”

“Older sister,” you clarify.

“Good enough for me,” the officer nudges Kieran towards you, “Stay out of trouble, kid. I’m sick of seeing you around these parts.”

“Yes, Officer Grayson!” Kieran thrusts his fist against his heart.

Officer Grayson scoffs, but her annoyance is betrayed by a small smirk, before exiting the lobby. With no eyes on you two, you grab Kieran by the arm and drag him out of the jailhouse. You then pull him to a secluded corner behind the correctional center, eyes ablaze and jaw tight. Despite the sub-zero temperatures, your fury keeps you warm.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” you shriek at your brother, “You already have two strikes against you, Kieran! Are you trying to get shipped off to Stillwater?”

“That pig punched first,” Kieran grunts, “That’s why the charges were dropped, it was,” he does air quotes, “self defense,” a tiny snicker escapes his lips, but you grasp your brother’s cheeks hard.

“You can’t be getting yourself in trouble like this, Kieran,” tears swell up in your eyes, the cold stinging your cheeks. You release Kieran from your hold, “I understand that you were defending yourself, but the system doesn’t see it that way…” you sniffle back your tears.

“I–” Kieran runs a hand through his mop of hair, “I know,” he lowers his gaze to the ground, “Can you just take me home, please?”

“I can,” you lead Kieran off to the jailhouse parking lot. Jayce’s BMW stands still in the lot and you unlock it, sliding in and taking your spot in the driver’s seat.

Take my car, he insisted, I don’t want you to freeze. All I ask is that you bring it back before tomorrow.

“Woah,” Kieran gawks at the BMW, “Whose car did you steal?”

“I didn’t steal anything,” you correct him, firing up the engine and driving out of the parking lot, “I’m borrowing it from my friend.”

“Is your friend rich?” Kieran runs his hands against the leather interior, “This is one beauty of a car,” he murmurs.

“He’s just financially smart,” you mumble.

“Oh, he?” Kieran smirks.

You make a sharp turn and rattle Kieran, “Oi!” he yelped, “Not cool.”

“Then don’t insinuate shit,” you grumble.

The two of you share a brief silence, as you weave through the city streets towards your destination.

“Gracie was there,” your brother breaks the silence, his voice meek.

“Your girlfriend? Did she get arrested, too?” you ask, pouting. You appreciate how Gracie does her best to keep Kieran on the straight and narrow, but she’s known to have a feisty streak when it comes to social justice.

“She’s dead.”

You slam on the breaks and the BMW jerks forward. Kieran grips down on his armrests, breathing heavy from the sudden stop. You take a left and find an empty parking lot, pulling in and parking the car.

“What do you mean she’s dead?” your voice is strained, tearing up.

“The Slickjaws gunned her down a few days ago,” Kieran trembles, “They…They accused her of syphoning money from their operations. I— I—” his body starts shaking, as he sobbed, “I tried to stop them—”

You unbuckle yourself and exit the BMW, making your way to Kieran’s side and opening the door. With loving arms, you embrace your little brother and rub his back, as he wails, “They shot her! They shot her right in front of me!”

“I know, I know,” you whisper, “I’m so sorry, KiKi.”

Kieran’s sobs intensify at the mention of your childhood nickname for him and he hides himself in your arms, muffling his cries.

You hold your brother like so for a good half an hour, not letting go until he stopped crying. All you could do is hold him, hold him tight as you could like all the other times.

Rarely, did people get out of St. Zaun alive; the only way out for most is through death… Gracie is simply another name on an ever-growing list of victims and martyrs.

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You operate like a robot and complete your tasks; work, study, repeat. Shifts and lectures go by in blurs, the world around you like TV static. Emotions are locked away in a small box and placed far back in the filing box of your mind.

A week after Kieran’s release from the correctional facility, Gracie’s family invites you two to her funeral. Dressed in black, you come with your brother to the ceremony, arms intertwined to keep one another steady. Gracie lays inside a cloth-encased casket, closed. Soon, the priest reads aloud an eulogy for the deceased girl while the casket is lowered into the burial plot.

With the casket not yet buried, people begin to toss flowers and gifts into the burial plot. Kieran approaches the plot and holds out his offering, a Polaroid of him and Gracie taped onto a bouquet of pink camellia.

“I don’t—” Kieran stammers, tears in his eyes, “I don’t wanna drop it in.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” you reassure your little brother.

Kieran shakes his head and swipes at his face, trying to rid himself of any fallen tears. You squeeze his arm and give him a knowing nod; Kieran takes one last look of his offering and whispers, “I love you, Gracie. I will love you, no matter what.”

He drops the offering on top of the casket, thudding against the cloth. You turn Kieran towards you and touch your forehead against him, “Good job, you did a good job.”

“Thank you,” he mumbles back with a pained smile, “Your turn.”

You face the burial plot and rummage through your purse, pulling out your offering: a pair of pearl earrings. As you hold the earrings over the casket, you recall one of the first conversations you had with Gracie.

She was visiting your new apartment with Kieran, the pair helping you unpack your belongings. Gracie found the earrings in your jewelry box, its clasp broken during the move. You told her how pretty she looked with those earrings and she giggled to you, “Maybe you’ll let me borrow them on my wedding day!”

Gracie didn’t know that her wedding day would never come.

You drop the pearl earrings into the plot, a sad smile gracing your lips. Maybe, you can wear them in another life.

After the funeral, you head off to the cementary’s parking lot and hop into Jayce’s BMW. Often, he would let you borrow it for situations like cold weather or missing the bus, but you didn’t understand why he didn’t drive you.

You drive Kieran home; the scenery grows darker and more filth-ridden, as you enter father into St. Zaun. Putting the BMW in park, you stop outside Kieran’s place, a small communal apartment complex called Janna’s Hope. In exchange for housing, residents would engage in community support with one another and in St. Zaun, usually with providing food or childcare; Gracie shares— shared an apartment with him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay for a bit?” you ask your brother, who stands outside the BMW.

“No, not today,” Kieran smiles weakly. “I need some alone time.”

“Okay,” you give a firm nod, “Just remember, I’m only a call away.”

“See you later,” Kieran walks off and disappears inside the apartment complex.

You stay put outside Janna’s Hope, digging your nails into the steering wheel. Gracie was barely twenty and this was how she went out, with a bullet in the head. It’s not fair, it’s not fair. You resist the urge to bang your head against the steering wheel, as you put the BMW into drive.

You cruise through the streets of St. Zaun at top speed, driving as fast as you could. Oh, how you wish you could burn away the gangs and drugs, renew the neighborhood with greenery and security. But that’s impossible, you make a quick turn onto the road by Jayce’s apartment, The Slickjaws. The Shimmer Runners. They have the power… not me.

You park the BMW outside Jayce’s apartment and run inside. With shaky hands, you knock on the door and wait. You hear approaching footsteps and the door opens, revealing Jayce in loungewear. With heavy eyes, he gives you a small smile and welcomes you in. Instead, you tackle the poor man with a vice of a hug, your bottled up emotions of grief and anguish shattering.

“Hey, hey…” Jayce pulls you inside the apartment. He picks you up with ease and carries you to the couch, sitting down with you still clinging onto him like a sloth. You hide your face behind Jayce’s shoulder, quiet sobs pouring out. Your friend remains silent while you cry, his muscular arms wrapped around you as gently as they could. Jayce’s heart cracks at the sound of your muffled weeping and he begins to rock you side to side, humming a tune.

You poke your head up from hiding and listen, as Jayce continues to hum. Your eyes flutter and grow heavy while his chest reverberates from the soft melody. Slowly, your tears come to an end and you fast asleep in Jayce’s arms, eyes shut and small snores escaping your lips. Jayce swoops you up and transfers you from his arms to his bed; he then adjusts the pillows and tucks you under the knitted blankets.

“Rest easy,” he whispers. Jayce shuts off the bedroom lights and leaves the door ajar before returning to the sofa. He takes a moment to reflect over the last week or so, horrified at the tragedies inflicted on you. First, your brother’s arrest and now this? Yet, a part of him is relieved to see you cry after days of emotional repression. Crying means release, crying means acknowledging the pain.

Jayce’s phone buzzes with a call and he checks who it is, Viktor. He answers the phone in a hushed voice, “Hey, Viktor.”

“Jayce, how long are you going to keep up this charade?” Viktor questions him.

“Charade?” Jayce replies back.

“I know that you’ve been staying at your emergency apartment for the past few months,” Viktor elaborates, “I also know that you’ve been doing so to impress a girl. What’s going on with you?”

“Impress a girl? She’s my friend!” Jayce growls, “She’s the first person who has treated me like a normal person since I finally crawled out that hole after—” he sighs, “We’re just friends.”

“Why are you lying to her?” Viktor pesters on, “Aren’t friends supposed to be truthful to one another?”

Jayce grimaces, “I can’t, not yet. I don’t want to scare her,” he sinks into the couch, “Viktor, do you know how much of a relief it is to be unknown for once?” he lets out a weary laugh, “I can go out in public without people asking for an autograph or paparazzi harassing me. I can be normal, Viktor.”

“You’re far from normal, Jayce,” Viktor’s accent punctures his words, “You’re the man who revolutionized the world.”

“You did, too!” the CEO counters, “Without you, Hex Energy would have never existed.”

“But it’s you who keeps the dream alive,” Viktor insists, “It’s you who built the brand, it’s you who secured the funding, it’s you who—”

“Enough, Vik, please,” Jayce cuts in, “Just… Just let me have this for a little bit more, please.”

Viktor goes silent on the other end and Jayce worries that he hung up on him before the Zaunite answers, “Okay, I’ll leave it be,” Jayce smiles, “Thank you—”

“On one condition,” Viktor adds.

“What might that be?” Jayce inquires.

“You have to tell your ‘friend’ the truth before spring comes.”

Jayce frowns at the ultimatum. What if she hates me for not saying so? What if she never wants to see me again? Nonetheless, the CEO concedes to the CTO, “Okay. It’s a deal.”

“Very well, I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Goodbye, Jayce,” says Viktor.

“Goodbye, Viktor,” Jayce hangs up the phone and groans, burying himself under the couch pillows.

I’m so fucked.

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The apartments of Piltover University, School of Medicine is where you reside, crammed into a four bed and two bath residence scaled to cut construction costs. At least, your three roommates are nice and ambitious like you; Olivia Lancaster dreams of becoming a heart surgeon, Ren Kuwayama left Japan to pursue pathology, and Jackie Morselli hails from St. Zaun with the goal of studying endocrinology.

Out of all your roommates, you’re closest with Jackie. With her heavy powerlifter build, Jackie could stand her ground with the worst, regardless if it’s a Shimmer Runner or a Piltie bigot. She has saved your ass too many times ever since you befriended her at orientation.

So coming back to see her being the one, of all people, with red eyes and tear stained cheeks could only mean the worst of news. You lift your head up from your book and set it aside, hopping off the bed and consoling Jackie, “Hey, hey, Jackie. What’s wrong?”

“They…” Jackie stifles back a wail and hands you an unopened envelope; she holds up another, opened and addressed to her, “They gutted our scholarship.”

Nausea crashes down on you, as you furiously rip open the envelope and skim through the contents of the letter. Please, please, don’t let this be true!

Dear Ms. Davenport,

I regret to inform you that, due to budget cuts, The School of Medicine has been forced to defund the St. Zaun Connection Program. Your scholarship will expire at the start of the spring semester. In light of this news, the Office of Financial Aid has offered you loan options to fund your remaining education at Piltover University, School of Medicine. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact my office.

I wish you the best and hope that you will continue the program.

Dr. Cecil B. Hemingdinger

Dean of Piltover University, School of Medicine

You go weak in the knees and grip the bed rail, your stomach churning from the news. The St. Zaun Connection Program is– was one of the only options available explicitly to Zaunites. Fifty students, you and Jackie included, relied on that scholarship for their education, for their room and board, for their textbooks; fifty futures snuffed out by a single decision, a motion to save a few dollars.

“What are we gonna do?” Jackie asks, her voice meek.

You collapse on your bed and crumble up the letter into a paper ball, squishing it hard in your hand like a stress toy, “We’ll figure something out, Jackie,” you pat on the bed and Jackie climbs on it, laying beside you, “We’ll figure something out.”

Jackie shuffles and hugs you; she weeps into your shoulder, succumbing to weakness. All you can do is hold her, hold her like Kieran, hold her like Gracie, hold her like—

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you ignore it. Stroking Jackie’s curls, your body relaxes in the embrace, but you can’t feel. You’re supposed to feel anger, sadness, fear, but emptiness dominates you; it’s a barrier, a wall encased around your heart.

My little soldier girl, stay strong.

His words intrude your mind and you swat them away; your phone buzzes again, a bothersome nat in your pocket. Hearing the buzzing, Jackie pushes back from you and wipes her tears away, “Are you gonna answer that?”

“I can, lat-” The phone’s buzzing goes off in bursts, indicating a call. With a huff, you take your phone out and grunt into the speaker, “What?”

“Hey, uh-” it’s Jayce on the other line, “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something, I wanted to call and talk to you-”

“Jayce, I’m sorry, but I really can’t talk right now,” you exhale, your words weighted down by the stress of the past few weeks, “I’m dealing with something bad with school.”

“Oh!” Jayce exclaims, verbalizing a frown, “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here to listen.”

You weakly smile, “Later. I need space.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you whenever you’re ready,” Jayce answers.

You end the phone call and fall back on the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. Jackie smiles weakly and tries to recover the mood with gentle teasing, “It seems like things with you and Lover Boy are going well.”

You tsk-tsk and dismiss her with a wave of your hand, “Yes, but stop calling him ‘Lover Boy’, Jack.”

“Fine, fine,” she concedes and returns to laying on the bed with you, “Maybe he could help us,” your roommate murmurs.

“Ha!” you snort out a laugh, “I doubt he can, unless he somehow finds a way to fund the program.”

“Hey, lemme have some wishful thinking, okay?” Jackie grumbles and bonks her head into your shoulder, “We’re about to get dumped back into the trenches, after all.”

You frown and pull her into a side hug, letting her rest against your chest. Chirps come from outside your window, as two or three mockingbirds perch on the oak tree behind the apartment complex. They chirp and tweet among themselves, ruffling their cream colored feathers.

How fitting. You peer at the birds, How ironically fitting.

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The beachfront by the border of Piltover City offers you little comfort as you watch the waves from the comfort of your lawn chair. Snow from yesterday’s blizzard coats the shoreline in white. The only sounds come from the flows and ebbs of the ocean waves with an occasional seagull squawk.

In his own chair, Jayce sits beside you, his eyes on you. You’re awfully quiet, lacking your usual sass or humorous quips. He notes how your dark circles have deepened and your sallow skin, as if a vampire drained you of life. Jayce scoots his chair closer to you and comments aloud, “I don’t usually go to the beach in the dead of winter.”

“Neither do I,” your monotonous voice makes Jayce wince, “But it’s fitting.”

“Fitting?” he furrows his brow.

You look up at him and deadpan, “Yup, fitting for all the shit dropped on me since last month,” you turn your attention to the crashing waves, “My brother’s arrest, the funeral…” you sigh deeply, “Jayce, I’m in deep shit.”

“What’s going on?” Jayce takes your hands and holds them close; your stomach clenches from his touch.

“I have to drop out of school,” you confess.

Jayce’s large hands squeeze your smaller ones, “What? Why?” he asks, panic written on his face.

“The school cut the program that funded my tuition, room and board, everything,” you explain to him, “They say it’s because of budget cuts,” you squeeze Jayce’s hands back, “Me and fifty others—” you pause and hang your head low, “I’m from St. Zaun, Jayce. The program—St. Zaun Connection—was specifically for Zaunites.”

“You are?” Jayce frowns, “Why did you hide that from me?” Oh, Jayce, you hypocrite.

“I was scared,” you let out a nervous laugh, “I thought you would treat me differently like everyone else for it,” you avoid his gaze, “I hide it from everyone who’s not from there. I don’t wanna risk being spat on for being a Zaunite.”

“I…” Jayce struggles to find the right words. Your concerns are valid, residents of Piltover City did spit on Zaunites; St. Zaun was once an independent community before the construction of the city with its own way of life. They were here first… now, they’re the outsiders, the trenchers, the slum folks.

“My best friend is from St. Zaun,” Jayce answers.

“I thought I was your best friend,” you tease.

Jayce elaborates, “You are! I can have multiple best friends, but,” a fond smile forms on his rosy lips, “Viktor was my first true friend, we’ve been friends for almost a decade.”

“Woah, that’s a lotta years,” you chuckle.

“Yeah,” Jayce nods, “A lot of years,” he shakes his head, “But that’s not the point. The point is that I understand and respect St. Zaun as much as I can as someone who never experienced living there,” Jayce grimaces, “I’m glad I met you now and not…” he clears his throat, “Uh, before I got some sense knocked into me.

“It takes strength to admit your wrongs,” you release your hands from Jayce and pat him on the cheek, “Thank you for telling me this.”

“Of course,” he lays his hand against yours on his cheek for a moment before pulling away to comb it though his hair, “I’ll help you with this,” Jayce parts his lips into a small but determined smile, “I promise.”

“I’m not sure how you can, but you can try,” you laugh wearily at Jayce.

The sun begins to set in the distance, disappearing under the vast ocean. You rise from your chair and fold it up, “Ready to head out?”

“Ready,” Jayce folds up his own chair and you two head off to his car.

With everything packed off, Jayce drives you back to campus, a long but quiet drive. You close your eyes and allow the humming of the BMW to lull you into a temporary sleep.

Jayce arrives outside your apartment and parks the car, but doesn’t get out. Instead, he waits for you to wake up on your own, not wanting to disturb you. She needs some sleep, after all.

While you sleep in the BMW, Jayce types up an email to his colleague Sky Young—the Hex Energy chief financial officer—and sends it.

Miss Young,

I hope this email finds you well. I'm reaching out to you to schedule a meeting to discuss an initiative I wish to fund in regards to a scholarship program at Piltover University. It’s called The St. Zaun Connection Program and I have learned that it has been defunded by the university for budget cuts. The funding will come directly from my assets, but I want the program to be funded in the name of Hex Energy Inc., not me.

Let me know how we can make this possible. Thank you.

Jayce Talis, MS

Chief Executive Officer

Hex Energy Incorporated

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch5 Date Weekend: Friday

(Warnings for some innuendos.

If anyone is confused by Sanemi's surprised behavior, it's because I'm Kimetsu Gauken it's cannon that while Sanemi is kind to women and children, everyone is afraid of him due to his scary appearance. So Yn being genuinely kind to him despite his appearance is surprising to him.)

The day was bright and beautiful as the morning light fell through the window and grazed over the few patrons still in the small cafe she worked at. The murmuring hums of light talk, generic elevator like music, and the occasional bike passing by outside. It combined with the sounds from the kitchen. Clinking dishes, utilities, and the occasional shout of an order ready to be served. Relatively peaceful and normal day for those whom worked the cafe life.

It was a demanding job sometimes if you had to handle multiple orders by yourself especially if you were by yourself or happened to be short-staffed that day or if there just so happened to be a large crowd. But it wasn't a bad job. The Patrons were mostly friendly aside from the occasional Karen or grumpy person in the morning who demanded their caffeine high for the morning. It always smelt nice with the lingering scents of coffee, chocolate, and various hand made baked goods in the glass display nearby.

After a while one would even start to recognize the frequent customers visiting the shoppe's doors. The guy who always hugged down at least three cups of coffee in the morning before classes. The couple always coming in Thursday afternoon for the college students discount on the sandwiches. That one girl always stumbling in with a mountain of papers always quickly buying a quick donut before scurrying away. There was the frequent college students or bookworms that just liked to sit in the cafe and do their own things. Sometimes they'd order snacks sometimes they didn't but that was life. But such was life on campus.

It was a slow day this morning in particular.

The smells of glass cleaner mixed in with the scents of coffee and sweet vanilla as a cloth ran across the shiny glass of the display case. Inside it beheld the delicious sights within it's hold. A few cupcakes and cakes ready to be bought and eaten. Tempted to take one herself. But it'd have to come out of his pockets if she did so. Not many people had come in today either. A few in the morning for a quick coffee run before classes but for now it was just her alone here. She didn't mind, it was peaceful and quiet other than the distant sounds of the generic elevator like music that constantly played around the area.

She couldn't wait for the end of the week. There was going to be a girls night with all her girlfriends and then they were going to spend the entire weekend together going to the spa, and the amusement park, and then there was going to be a cute little movie marathon!! Oh it was gonna be so much fun! And it's been so long since they all got to spend time together! She was so excited, she barely heard the door open. Only being aware of the fact when the door opened and the bell above rang a cute little jingle causing her bright green eyes to snap around.

She gasped. "Obi!"

The slightly smaller black haired that walked in barely reacted to her. Maybe it was because he didn't get a chance to before she squealed excitedly and rushed him. Pulling him into a nearly bone crushing hug and literally lifting the man off his feet.

"I missed you so much!"

"Ish omly beem a few hours," he replied to the best of his abilities half muffled by the fact she was crushing him into herself.

She squeezed him just a bit tighter for a second or two. "Mm mm!" Before finally releasing him back onto his feet allowing him to wheeze for air, but by now he was used to it after being together for so long. "You're always so sweet coming to see me at work!" She gushed grasping her cheeks.

It took him a few seconds to collect himself but he was able to recover from his girlfriend's usual greeting and looked at her evenly. "I'm happy you seem to be in better spirits." Mitch matched eyes glanced partially past her and made contact with a wiping cloth and a bottle of glass cleaner abandoned on top of the display case of delicious pastries. "Is your shift over with yet?"

"Almost! I'm just cleaning up and getting ready to clean out the display case. You know what that means!" She gushed brightly at the thought. "Which means lots of free leftovers for us tonight! It's gonna be so yummy!"

"Just be sure you don't eat all of it before we get it to the others. Don't want a repeat of last time." Last time she unknowingly snacked on everything before they could reach Kyojuro's house and they ended up having to drive out last minute and get take out and frozen pizzas. Poor Mitsuri nearly cried for an hour after trying to pay for everything.

Her face lit up an embarrassed pink as she pouted. "I won't! Besides everyone's supposed to bring something! What are you bringing everyone?"

His answer was to raise a box of canned Moonbucks coffee. "This."

"Obanai, coffee isn't a good choice for a potluck! We're supposed to bring something everyone can enjoy!"

"They do. Especially Shiny and Sanemi. They're always tired as fuck."

"And no cussing! We're trying to make a good first impression for Gyomei! What's his new girlfriend gonna think if you do that?"

"Didn't he just say they just went on like two dates? That's not a girlfriend." Her eyes narrowed at him. "*sigh* Fine. But I'm not the one you should be worried about."

"Sanemi promised everyone he won't say anything mean."

"It's not Sanemi I'm worried about." Knowing Tengen and his 'flamboyant' (innuendy) way of talking a lot of the time you couldn't tell if he was flirting, teasing, both, or just talking. Not always the best thing for a great first impression.

"Oh Tengen's gonna be fine! You'll see!" She patted his shoulder before bubbly bouncing towards the counter again. "I'm gonna finish up cleaning now so we can grab the goodies and go!"

"M'kay. I'll just wait for you to get done then." He went right ahead and made himself comfortable in a nearby chair as she happily went back. "Are Hinatsuru and Makio still here too?"

She nodded wiping at the remaining glass. "Yep! They're cleaning up the back! We should be done real soon!"

"Good. I can't stand Tengen making anymore jokes about me trying to steal his wives again. The sooner we leave the better."

"Oh you don't really mind that!,"she sang from where she was finishing up cleaning the display case. "He's just teasing you."

"Yeah. Well I wish he'd do it in a different way." He rolled his eyes at her insistence. "How much longer until they're done?"

"Just now actually."

A new voice echoed out of no where and both pairs of eyes looked up at who had just walked in. Pink eyes crinkled up in a smile as two women appeared both had black haired tied up in ponytails but but only one had orange bangs and was carrying a broom. Immediately the orange eyed one just went to sweeping up the front where he was sitting as Hinatsuru held up two large boxes, the kind you'd buy a dozen donuts in.

"Hi, Obinai," she greeted him with a cute smile. "Come to give us a ride there?"

He nodded eyeing Makio starting to thoroughly sweep the floors, moving tables and chairs and reaching under booths connected to the wall. "Yes. Are you all ready to go?"

She shook her head. "We have to clean up before closing for the weekend, but we haven't gotten the front yet. Besides-" She held the boxes higher. "We still need to box up the goods."

He nodded. "Right.." before slowly standing up and grabbing the canned coffee he just quickly bought from the local convenience store. "I'll just wait for you guys in the car then. Parked right out front."

He left them to it he supposed walking out with the sound of the bell above and back to a beaten up old hand me down van. It wasn't the prettiest car, but it worked, it got him places, and it's what he can afford so he treated it with care. From the inside he boredly watch his girlfriend and their partners sweeping and mopping up the front. Mitsuri was quick to wipe down the large windows inside and out before disappearing back in and a moment later the three emerged back out. Mitsuri first holding the door open for Hinatusu to walk out carrying the two boxes with Makio right behind them. He patiently waited still for them to get inside the van with him with Mitsuri leaning over to give a large kiss to his cheek leaving behind a giant kiss mark no doubt the others will tease him for it later.

"Hey. So you girls finally ready now?" Regardless of asking he was already reaching out for the key and starting the engine.

"Yep! But they wouldn't let me hold the boxes."

"Last time you ate it all before we even got to Kyojuro's

His girlfriend whined as he was already shifting to reverse. "I didn't mean to! They were just so yummy!"

"Yeah? Well this time we're holding onto them."

"I'm assuming we're going to Kyojuro's then."

The car slowly turned to the right and began it's long journey down the roads. From all of the places they lived, Kyojuro lived the farthest away from the University. Nearly an hour's drive worth of traveling by car. It was a wonder that Kyojuro wasn't more late to classes, but then again it was easier for him to blink with Tengen during school days and just go home on the weekends and holidays. The drive there was mostly silent other than the happy hums of Mitsuri who once and a while gave the boxes in the back a look but they were firmly sat in Makio's lap and he doubted that she'd let her go anywhere near them.

The roads continued to get a bit crowded from the weekend rush for everyone to go to the beach or wherever the rowdy crowds took them. For them it was a long well deserved weekend planned out a whole month in advance and meeting a really special guest. He wasn't too thrilled about having to help play host to a newcomer but he'd be nice for Gyomei and meet this girl. With a sigh, he turned a corner and went up a street only to slow down to a stop and park right in front of a large home. They were here. He just wondered how many of them were here already.

The first one there was Mitsuri excitedly just running up the driveway and without even bothering to knock, threw the front door open beaming wildly. "HI GUYS!!"

"Hey, Peaches n Cream is here with her dashing night in shining armor! And of course my two beautiful princesses.~"

"Shut up, Tengen!," he shouted as he finally got inside behind the girls.

Most everyone was there. Tengen had taken up most of the small sofa laid across it with his head in Suma's lap getting it massaged by the looks of it. Sanemi looked bored off to the side only looking up when the four of them came walking in. Knowing Kyojuro he was somewhere else in his house.

"Where's everyone?"

Tengen waved a hand too invested by the soothing hands of his wife. "Kyo's ordering some more pizza. Giyuu said he'd be grabbing the others and Gyomei said he's gonna be late and to start the movie without him." He finally seemed to perk up slightly eyeing the boxes Hinatusu was carrying. "What do we have here though?"

"Everyone's bringing something to eat, Tengen. Which reminds me." He slapped down the box of canned coffee on the coffee table between all of them before plopping himself down on the second couch with a sigh. "A little gift from me to you."

"Oh finally. I need something to keep me awake during this bore fest."

Sanemi was already tearing up the box to get to the delicious taste of coffee. The girls filed into the kitchen presumably to put away the food minus Mitsuri who must've found Kyojuro because everyone heard him give a loud grunt from the kitchen area before loud laughter echoed out from both of them. No doubt she must've given him a surprise glomp- CLICK! The sounds of a a can being opened filled the small house as the white haired man threw his head back to just start chugging it down.

"Hey, Obanai. Did you bring the movie?"

"Yep. A horror one. Nothing like the one Tengen picked out last time."

"Hey! What was wrong with what I picked?!"

"You picked a documentary on Katsushika Hokusai."

"And what's wrong with that?! He was a very talented artist!"

"When you said you brought 'the most flamboyant movie ever' I thought it'd at least be about something cool like swords or wrestling! This is why we take turns picking movies instead of letting you in charge."

"YOU TWO JUST DON'T GET ARTISTS!!"

Both Sanemi and Obanai exchanged looks- Sanemi took a louder drag of his coffee can as Obanai just got up to start the movie. The others started filing in sooner than they expected. Kyojuro finished up ordering them pizza for the big dinner and came back to rejoin everyone as the movie started. Five minutes in the door opened again and in walked Kochos and Giyuu with a bag of chicken wings from a nearby fast food place and a couple six packs of different sodas like Peppi and Coda. It was all placed in the kitchen as they awaited the arrival of pizza and Gyomei bringing along their mystery guest. Shinobu helped herself to some of the canned coffee as well before flopping herself across Sanemi to casually cuddle not that anyone minded.

The movie was just about near the end when Tengen abruptly sat up and nearly knocked over Kanae sitting on the armrest of said sofa, eyes alert and looking right at the door.

"Oi. Watch it, Uzui. You nearly knocked my girl off-"

"Someone's here!"

His announcement had everyone going silent for a long moment. Someone eventually paused the movie, not sure who, but the newfound quietness of the home made it easier to hear things. A small cough or two from everyone turning to stare at the door. Obanai exchanged looks with Suma the latter shrugging her shoulders. Sanemi was the only one who broke the silence taking a sip of his drink. Until they heard it. The heavy footfalls of a familiar heavyset person making their way to the door.

THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.

They came up the porch steps and slowly towards the door getting closer and closer.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Heavy and loud but gentle knocks reverberated from the doorway and echoed out into the large living room. No one made a move to get up stunned and after a moment, they came again a little louder this time.

"Maybe we have the wrong address?"

"No. I've been here plenty of times. This is the correct house."

Two voices came from behind the door one familiar one not but it was enough to get Kyojuro to place down his bottle of water and get off the couch.

"It's strange that no one answered by now though."

"Maybe we're the first ones here? But we did say we'd be running late..Did they go to a movie theater or something?"

Any voices quieted when his footfalls approached the door and he stood there a moment, taking a second to look back to everyone else who still stared silently, before reaching out to grab the doorknob, twist it, and slowly opened the door up. Red-orange eyes blinked widely at who was on the other side.. before his usual bright grin dawned his handsome features.

"GYOMEI!," Kyojuro greeted loudly holding out his arms, "SO HAPPY YOU'RE FINALLY HERE! WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!!" No else could see from their sitting spots, but Kyojuro's head tilted downwards to the right instead of up to the tall man in the doorway. "AH! You must be the guest he told us about! A pleasure!"

A deep sigh was given outside of the doorway followed by a tiny woman's chuckle. "Y/n, this is Kyojuro Rengoku. I'm going to be spending the weekend with him here. Kyojuro Y/n. Do try not to shout her ears off."

"GLADLY!!"

A few eyes blinked when a woman's small hand appeared sticking into the doorway. "It's so nice to meet you! Gyomei's told me so much about everyone."

Kyojuro gladly shook her hand. "A pleasure! Please come in!" Before stepping aside for them both to come in. "We were just in the middle of watching a movie!"

"Sounds lovely."

Everyone watched as in walked Gyomei who had to duck in order to get inside behind him followed a girl, with long f/c hair and a smile on her face as she gave a look around before her eyes caught onto the other ten pairs of eyes looking at her. F/c orbs blinked in surprise seeing so many people blinking but she still smiled widely at them.

"Oh my. There certainly is a lot of people here. Hello."

"HI!!," Suma yelled out breaking the awkward silence as she waved a full arm at her. "Oh my gosh! You're so pretty!"

"She is pretty cute. Dam, Gyomei. You didn't tell us she was a cutie.~" Tengen smiled widely at her. "Where were you when I got married?~ OW!!"

A smack went off as Kanae's hand met the back of Tengen's head as her polite smile never wavered. "Tengen, control yourself. That's not a polite way to greet someone."

Said man hissed rubbing his head as Gyomei's hands met his face in embarrassment already. Although surprisingly the woman's face while slightly surprised, didn't really change from her smile. Gyomei sucked in a deep breath and eventually pulled his head out from his hands and gestured to the white haired man whom just spoke.

"Y/n, allow me to introduce you to Tengen Uzui. The women next to him are his wives," how he knew all three of his gorgeous wives were all laid on him Tengen would never know but he was right. "That Suma, Makio, and the one to the far left is Hinatusu. The lady on his left is Kanae Kocho."

"Wives?" She glanced over them. "Wow. I wasn't expecting anyone to be married. Usually everyone I know is really busy trying to get through college."

Tengen didn't take any offense to that laughing loudly. "Well family arranged marriages would do that." He waved at her anyways. "Nice to meet ya! Hope the big lug hasn't been too much to handle.~"

"T-Tengen!" Gyomei's face frowned at him harder but the girl only giggled more.

"Thank you. He's actually been really sweet.~ " Her eyes glanced over everyone else in curiosity. "But I don't think I've met everyone yet."

"O-Oh. Of course. *ahem*"

Ignoring Tengen's smirk boring into him, he gestured to the others. Introducing them as Mitsuri Kanroji. Iguro Obanai. Sanemi Shinazugawa. And Shinobu Kocho. And explaining who exactly was who's girlfriend or boyfriend to you and making it easier to understand what dynamics were which. Nervously awaiting her response and hoping she wouldn't change her mind and think it was weird after all. Instead everyone was surprised by the gentle and kind smile on her face making her look so adorable as she bowed.

"I'm happy to meet you all! It's so nice to meet Gyomei's friends! Uh- Boyfriends and girlfriends. Or..." She slowly stood straight again with a confused scrunch to her face. "...What do you all refer to each other as?"

"We call our significant other by the regular boyfriend or girlfriend title otherwise we just call each other out partners," Shinobu explained with a smile, "Other than Tengen since he's really the only one married." She gestured referring to his wives.

"Oh! I'll keep that in mind then."

"What do you have in that box?"

It was the first time someone mentioned the box she was carrying and pointed it out. It was just a plain bakery like box, the kind Hinatsuru was carrying earlier. She smiled wider at them all.

"Y/n remembered me mentioning that Sanemi liked ohagi." Sanemi's eyes snapped up at the mention of his favorite food. Hand paused mid sip as he glanced up at Gyomei's smiling face. "She brought along some to share-"

"Ohagi?" She nodded and opened her mouth but Sanemi was already standing up and descended upon her. Blinking as he was leaning over her suddenly and his hands roughly pushed the box open. His smile widening as the delicious scent of red bean ohagi hot him. "Fuck yeah! Thanks, Mei! I didn't think they sold 'em this late."

That's right. Gyomei mentioned that the cafe he took you too sold his friend's favorite ohagi. She blinked as he just roughly grabbed one of the ohagis and took a massive bite nearly swallowing it whole. A pleased noise left his mouth as the sweet taste hit him and he continued devouring onto a second one pulled up from the box with a third in the other hand.

"So good!," he managed to get out between bites as he continued eating. "Mei, I owe you one."

"I-..Well thank you but I didn't buy them." His large hand patted the new woman on the back. "Y/n here made them herself." Sanemi paused comically mid bite. "That's why we were late. I'm afraid it took a little longer than expected for her to get off work and make them all."

She nodded smiling. "I'm glad you like them though. I've only made them a handful of times."

"Did I miss something?," a new voice asked from the kitchen just as Giyuu appeared from the kitchen carrying a drink and what looked like a donut swiped from what the girls brought

"Ah. Giyuu, right on time." Gyomei gestured with a smile. "Y/n this is Giyuu Tomioka. He's taking the same health course you are so you both might know each other."

You stared at him for a second before nodding. "I vaguely remember you but I don't think we actually talked before. You're taking the health course too."

He nodded. "Working on a bachelor's degree in physical education, and the health classes will help me improve my skills as a p.e. teacher."

"Oh! So you're studying to become a teacher too?"

He nodded. "All of us are. Why are you taking the same classes?" The blunt way he asked could've been rude to anyone and got a concerned look from Gyomei but she didn't bat an eye.

"I'm studying a degree in baking and pastry arts and the health classes help me understand people's health better. You never know if someone has special dietary needs or allergies."

"Huh... That's very observant. Would you like something to drink? Coda alright?"

She nodded. "That'd be fine."

"In the meantime why don't you two come join us for the rest of the movie?" Kyojuro motioned for Tengen and the girls to move over making room for the you and Gyomei on one of the sofas. "It's a good movie and pizza should be arriving any moment now."

"I'd love to!"

Giyuu was nice enough to take the box of ohagi to the kitchen before Sanemi- ate it all, and the both of you were settled down to watch the rest of the movie or in Gyomei's case listen. Pizza arrived a little bit later and it too was taken to the kitchen before Giyuu handed you a cup of soda with a thanks from you. The movie was alright but it didn't make much sense since you didn't see the entire story however judging by everyone's else's reaction it must've been at least a compelling story. Afterwards Obanai and who you remembered was called Makio offered to get up to get pizza for everyone.

"Oh finally. At least something worthwhile."

Kanae shot her boyfriend a glare. "Sanemi, don't be mean! It was Obi's turn to pick the movie and we have a guest here!" She scolded him.

"Tch! Whatever!" Sanemi grumbled in annoyed defeat leaning back where he sat, crossing his scar littered arms and throwing one leg over the over. "The whole day's been boring."

"Sanemi."

"Well it's true," he countered at Kanae when she frowned at him. Directing a hand towards the big screen. "When Obanai said he'd be bringing the movie, I was expecting something actually scary like The Exorcism or Night of the Living Corpse! Both of those are scary. But no. Instead he brings a documentary on Pythons."

"It is not a documentary!" Mitch-matched green and yellow eyes narrowed at Sanemi from the doorway to the kitchen. An accusing hand pointing at the bored looking white haired man. "Mutant Boss is an excellent horror flick that you just don't appreciate the complex storytelling behind."

"It's about a mad scientist that mutates a couple lizards and they eat people until the hero tricks them into going inside a junkyard incinerator that burns them to death. What complex story is there?! It's not even scary!"

"Excuse me!? Being swallowed whole by a giant snake IS terrifying! And the story is only half about the snakes! How about the deformed doctor who lost everything and sacrificed himself for his best friend who he secretly loved?!"

"Just admit you have a fetish!"

"WHAT?!"

"OK!! SUBJECT CHANGE!" Rengoku yelled out holding up his hands before anymore arguing could be done between the two of them and to their credit both of them didn't say anything but still glared at each other. With a sigh his hand reached up to rub at his face. "Sorry about that." Eyes glanced towards the newest woman who didn't look the least bit bothered. "They're like this a lot but I promise they're not usually this ..rude."

A sound pierced the air. One that had Sanemi pausing in his motion of bringing the canned coffee to his lips and just about made everyone else freeze as multiple eyes blinked at the woman giggling and smiling at them all.

"It's alright. I don't really mind a bit. Please don't feel like you have to act differently on my account. I really want to know everyone."

"Oh good. At least I don't have to worry about walking on eggshells anymore." The man known as Tengen sighed before just throwing an arms around both Sanemi and one of his wives, Suma if she remembered right. "Y'know...If you guys are bored n' really want something to do, I got-"

"Hell. No " Eyes scowled up to Tengen's bored face as Sanemi simultaneously leaned out of his arm and firmly placed the can back down in the coffee table in front of them. "For the last time we are NOT doing your stupid push up game!"

F/c blinked at him. Curiosity peeking out with the blink of lashes. "Push up game?"

"Yeah! It's this real fun idea Tengen came up with!," Suma gushed waving an arm excitedly. "It's a challenge! All the guys do push ups with one of us sitting on their backs and whoever lasts the longest wins!"

"Yeah but Sanemi and Obanai never wanna do it." Tengen chastised rolling his eyes boredly and slinging one arm behind his head. "Killjoys. They never want to do anything fun."

If anger had a picture in the dictionary, Sanemi would be it with the way he snapped at his friend and partner. "Yeah! Fun things! I actually do those! Your idea isn't fun, it's fucking stupid as shit!" Obanai made a noise of agreement from the kitchen. "A push up contest? That's middle school crap!"

"You won't let me paint you or do any of my ideas. I swear it's like you hate my stuff." ...a smirk appeared on his face then. "But I know you don't really hate the idea. It's something else.~"

"Oh sure." He rolled his eyes hard grabbing his drink again to occupy himself. "And what do tell is this 'something else'?"

"You're fucking weaker than I am with your wussy muscles."

CRINKLE!

F/x eyes blinked as a weak can had no chance and was cushed by a stiffened hand around it's weak metal body. The soft metal crinkle sound of a can being crushed was enough to signify the situation to Gyomei, whom only sighed and reached up to rub his face something like 'goodness here we go' leaving his mouth. Silence stilled as Sanemi went unusually silent, veins popping up along his arms and his forehead as black pupils went small. Ever so slowly, one white haired man looked at the other.

"What did you fucking say to me?," Sanemi asked slowly almost inhumanly so. His left eyelid twitching twice.

"You heard me,~" Tengen sing songed out with a smirk, showing not an ounce of fear towards the admittedly scary face. "You're weak compared to me. A mouse. Miniscule-"

"You fucking take that back right the fuck now, Uzui."

"No." His face fully turned that smirk to him now leaning closer to be in Sanemi's face. "You can just prove it instead."

"FINE!" A thudding was heard as the can was thrown on the coffee table and a hand was pointed straight to Tengen's Cheshire cat grin. "But you're going to fucking eat those words when I fucking beat you at your stupid game!!"

"Finally!" Tengen leaned back up with a smile. "We can have everyone participate!"

"Yeah. No. Count me out."

"C'mon, Obi. It's all in good fun," Mitsuri gently tugged on her boyfriend's shirt where it held onto his shoulder. "You can lift me up on your back."

Those different eyes widened at her in an instant. ".....Oh alright. But just this once." Eyes narrowed at Tengen who barked a laugh at him. Predictable. It made the man narrow his eyes and cross his arms. "And only if the prize is worth the effort. What does the winner get anyways?"

"That's a good point," Shinobu pointed out, "You never told us what the winners get. So cough it up."

Tengen hummed. "How about a free painting? Ill draw anything you want."

"I'm not doing any manual labor for a painting!"

"We'll bet a hundred dollars each!", Sanemi declared giving a devious smile. "Whoever wins gets the money!"

"Fifty bucks each! Some of us are broker than others!," Giyuu butted in.

"Deal!"

"Deal! But on one condition," Tengen quickly agreed with a bright smile, "The money can only be used for the winner's girlfriend for their date night. After all it's nearly Christmas. We need to spoil our darlings.~"

"FINE!! Oh I'm going to use your face to wipe the floors when I'm done!" Sanemi grinned deviously wider as he abruptly stood up still clenching his fists.

"HA! We'll see about that! I'm already thinking about how I'm going to be giving my wives' the most romantic night of their lives.~

He too stood up as Rengoku turned to Giyuu. "I think I'll join! Sounds like fun! What about you?"

Giyuu didn't answer him at first, calmly finishing whatever it was he was drinking and looking at Shinobu. "I would like to treat you to a nice dinner." He bluntly told her as her ever smiling face looked at him. "Should we try?"

"Why not? It'll be a fun challenge, and I'd like to run it into everyone's faces."

"Oi! Babe, get over here and sit on my back!"

"Kyojuro can borrow Makio-"

"Count me out," Makio stated bluntly from where she stood still leaning against the wall. "Someone has to be the ref anyways, so I'll do it."

"Ok! Kyo can borrow Hinatsuru then and I'll take Suma!"

F/c eyes still blinked watching with an amused smile. Quite a lively bunch. Weren't they? Gyomei sighed next to you tiredly but smiled despite himself as the sounds of scraping furniture being moved around to make room for the lot of them all shuffling around into place. Murmuring about how fun this was going to be of how stupid it was or that they were going to kick Tengen's ass. Good thing Rengoku's home happened to have a very large living room.

"Hey, Gyomei!," Rengoku called making the man blink. "Come join us! It'll be fun!"

Gyomei blinked surprised his way before holding up a hand. "No. I better not. Makio said she did not want to participate."

"Have your girlfriend there sit on your back then!"

A choke sound escaped Gyomei's throat as he blinked Tengen's way. "I beg your pardon?!"

"You know what I mean. C'mon. She can sit on your back and act as weights. The rest of us are doing it too and I'm sure she doesn't mind."

"Now Y-You see here, Tengen," he sternly said brows furrowing, "I am not about to ask her to subject herself to that just for a silly game. Especially something so...I-Intimate."

"Gyomei, you're the kind of person who thinks hand holding is scandalous."

Gyomei frowned harder but a woman's voice next to him surprised him. "Actually I don't mind." Gyomei paused, blinked, and then turned his head shocked to her. "It's ok. Actually it sounds fun, and I've never been invited to be a part of a game before."

"I-...I do not know."

"C'mon, Mei! Relax and have some fun with us! Your girl's cool with it, and besides think of the nice date you can take it on if you win!"

"Yeah, Gyomei it'll be fun!" "Come join us!" "Live a little will you?"

"Oh alright." He sighed hearing the bout of everyone else's voices encouraging him to come join their game and have fun with them. "But only this once. I happen to think this is entirely out of the question for a third date."

Despite his words he ended up slowly standing off of the nice soft sofa, it let out a squeak from his shifting weight. A much smaller hand grabbed his in fun anticipation pulling him further into the space they cleared away, footsteps sounding as everyone else shifted to make room for the other two of them. Once everyone else was settled Makio downed her soda and let out a small sigh before leaning herself off the wall.

"Ok. Let's keep this fair," she stated firmly hands on her hips. "Here's the rules. Each guy has one of us weighing him down, if anyone gets off your back for any reason you're out. If anyone of you fall or something you're also out. There's no time limits, but the last one remaining wins. Lastly, you can do the push ups as fast or as slow as you want. Again there's not really a number limit. It isn't about how many you can do.. It's about how LONG you can do the push ups with the weight." She seemed to remember something. "Oh. One last thing. You have to do a full push up every time. All the way down and then all the way back up. No half assing it. If I see anyone trying to cheat, then you're out."

"We get it! Let's just get this over with!" Sanemi rubbed his hands together. "I got three hundred bucks with my name on it!"

"HA! If your weak muscles can handle that!"

Sanemi just growled at Tengen before just dropping to his hands and feet. "Let's just get it over with already!"

Makio watched and waited as everyone else got into the push up position, and the girls gently sit down on each respective boy's backs (or in Suma's case throw herself into Tengen's back although their husband was barely affected by her giddy enthusiasm). Gyomei seemed very reluctant to be doing this but stiffened as he felt someone suddenly sit down on his back.

"Here you go!," Kyojuro's voice sounded helping Y/n hoist herself into his frame.

"Thank you. ..I'm not too heavy am I?"

"Haha! Not at all! You were as light as a feather and with Gyomei's strength you'd weigh nothing to him!" Kyojuro have a small amused smile to the pink rising to his friend's face.

"Alright, alright." Makio's voice once again cut through the air as FINALLY EVERYONE was settled. "Ready? ..START!!"

Immediately the air was filled with cheering and giggling from the girls either encouraging the boys on in their endeavors or giggling loudly at the sudden motion of being lifted up and down. Mostly that last one applying to Suma giggling her head off as she lovingly wrapped her arms around Tengen's neck. In the meantime Makio watched with narrowed eyes like a hawk, grazing back and forth constantly at everyone else in front of her the same way a drill Sargent would watch his troops train.

For the first ten minutes nothing really changed other than a couple of the guys starting to sweat under the weight and physical activity they were pushing themselves to do, in Sanemi's case with incredible determination and gritted teeth. It was only around the fifteen minute mark that the first of them began to struggle. Makio zeroing her eyes in on Obanai's shaking arms and excessive sweating seeming to struggle pushing himself back all the way up with Mitsuri on his back.

"Obanai, you about to drop there?" Her brow rose as a head of black hair shook no

"N-No..I can...make it," he struggled to get out between gasps of air making Mitsuri look concerned.

"Maybe we should stop, Obi. I don't want you to get hurt." Her concerned puppy dog eyes gazed over his shaking arms before she shot Tengen a frown when another round of laughter left his mouth.

"To be honest I bet that's how he'd like to die. You crushing him under you!"

"That's not funny!" "S-Shut..UP!!"

Obanai lasted another three minutes. The shaking in his arms becoming more and more worse than before with each passing second- Before out of nowhere he collapsed. Falling face first onto the floor with a loud thud, and a surprised squeak from Mitsuri as she fell backwards off of him. Makio quickly checked on the wheezing man and thankfully he was alright just tired and was dragged into a chair by both ladies to catch his breath and get a cold drink of whatever liquids was placed on the snack tables.

"C'mon guys. Let's go!" Makio ordered clapping her hands together as Mitsuri fanned her poor exhausted boyfriend behind her. "Up. Down. Up. Down. Keep those push ups coming! You want that money don't you?!"

"Is she a ref or coach?," Sanemi gritted through his teeth but felt a gentle hand ruffle his hair.

"Relax your muscles, Nemi. It'll be easier to do if you weren't tense," Kanae suggested from where she sat between his shoulder blades.

"I would if I could."

Another bout of annoyance was added to him seeing the others barely breaking a sweat, especially Giyuu. The guy was still going on without a problem with Shinobu even having the audacity to be laying on his back looking so relaxed. Her purple eyes caught Sanemi's..And a cheeky smile and wave was sent his way making him growl again. Like he'll be was loosing! HE. WAS. NOT. LOOSING!!

"Looking a little hot under the collar there, Sanemi.~"

He snapped turning to the other white haired man with gritted teeth bared. "SHUT UP YOU DUMB-!!"

"Ah!?"

A loud squeak sound echoed out as Kanae wobbled from the sudden movement Sanemi made, holding her arms out to regain balance but falling over anyways-

"SHIT!!"

It was quick thinking of instinctively reaction, but Sanemi completely stopped what and was doing and flipped. Landing hard on his back and catching Kanae on top of himself before she could hit the hard floor.

"Sanemi, you're out!"

"WHAT?!" He shot Makio a raged look from where he laid. Kanae looking up from his chest. "THAT'S NOT FAIR! HE DISTRACTED ME!!"

"There's no rules against talking. You made her fall off yourself," Makio sternly said pointed behind her. "Now move it!"

Sanemi looked absolutely mad especially when Tengen chuckled at them. Oh he was definitely getting him back later for this but for now Kanae got up ushering her angry boyfriend up with her before he could get the idea to kick Tengen's arms from under himself. Two out only four left and it had only been about twenty five minutes. Rengoku was next, not because he slipped or got super tired but because he said he didn't want to get super sweaty and ruin his shirt with sweat stains, so he stopped, politely waited for Hinatsuru to safely get off him, before leaving really quick to go clean himself off and grab a new shirt. He returned later to everyone cheering one of the three guys left except for Sanemi who continued to sulk on a chair.

It was Gyomei, Tengen, and Giyuu left. Suma continued to giggle loudly, Y/n still smiled, and Shinobu continued to lay along Giyuu's back without a care in the world. It was surprising that Giyuu had so much stamina but then again he mentioned wanting to be a physical education teacher, it made sense he'd be able to pace himself accordingly to keep up with the other two.

"UGH!! C'MON!! ONE OF YOU TWO BEAT HIM!!," Sanemi eventually yelled at the both of the men who weren't the smug Tengen. "I DON'T CARE WHICH ONE JUST DON'T LET HIM WIN!"

Almost forty minutes in now when another one of them dropped out. Giyuu did. His heavy breathing and fatigue eventually getting the better of him and he slowly stopped. Resting onto his knees and hands as Shinobu perked up at the sudden stop in motion.

"Giyuu's out!," Makio announced firmly as the two slowly stood back up. "Only two people left! C'mon you two! Let's go!"

"C'MON, MEI! PUT SOME MUSCLE INTO IT!! MY DIGNITY'S RIDING ON YOUR WIN!" "GO, TENGEN! GO!" "Put your backs into it!"

Everyone cheered and laughed at the two still going. It was a toss up between Gyomei and Tengen! The two tallest people in the group and possibly the strongest in this kept going. Lungs breathed in panting breaths as muscles burnt and sweat ran off their foreheads as it continued past the forty five minutes mark and to the fifty minute checkpoint. Everyone watching in wait for whoever would give in first, especially Sanemi. Tengen must've felt his eyes because he looked up briefly and smirked smugly again at him only aging on the man's anger more before he glanced from Tengen to Suma still giggling on his back...Sanemi paused. Gaze slowly looking at Makio and then the other girls. Gears turning in his head until an idea hit him and a devious smile again crossed his mind.

"There's not gonna be a winner at this rate!", he suddenly shouted getting most everyone's attention. "Y'know what this needs?" He waited two seconds making sure most everyone had eyes on him. "More weight! ... C'mon guys. More weight! More weight!"

"More weight!," Obanai unsurprisingly joined Sanemi in his cheering. "More weight! More weight!"

"That's not fair!"

"Actually, Makio. There's no rules saying there couldn't be more weight added." Tengen looked almost horrified as Sanemi chuckled and Makio hummed in thought.

"... Alright. More weight!" A loud 'YES' erupted from Sanemi. "But there has to be an equal amount for each of them."

"Right! Babe, get on Mei!"

"Now hold on a minute!"

"What's wrong, Tengen?" Sanemi grinned widely at him condescendingly. "Too weak to do it?"

"Of course not!," he panted out between breaths eyes darting around. "But-..It's just...N-No one asked Gyomei if he was alright with it!"

"I. Do not. Mind," Gyomei managed to say between pushed upward and making Tengen look at him wide eyed.

"That settles it! Shinobu and Hinatsuru join Suma. Kanau and Mitsuri up with Y/n. Let's go!" Makio ordered.

Tengen looked more pale but didn't fight it when both girls came on over. Both men slowing down as the four girls climbed onto each of them adding more weight to the mix. Tengen gritted his teeth with a grunt but pushed onwards. Mitsuri joining Suma in giggling as Shinobu simply leaned back smiling. Hinatsuru and Kanae held similar smiles as they continued to push through more seconds passing...But Sanemi wasn't done getting even. He just waited a few minutes to watch Tengen struggle before opening his mouth.

"Hey, Makio. That's not fair to Gyomei."

Makio looked over her shoulder at him with a raised brow. "What?"

He shrugged. "It's not fair to Gyomei. That's all."

"What isn't fair?"

"You said there has to be an equal amount of weight right?" He shrugged casually again. "Mitsuri and Kanae weigh more on him than Hina and Shino does on Tengen." Immediately Tengen's face snapped up wide eyed.

"What are you talking about? Are you calling them fat or something?!"

"Actually statistically speaking-", Giyuu butted in literally and genuinely thinking while holding his chin in thought, "-Mitsuri and Kanae's muscle density is much greater than either Hinatusu or Shinobu...So they'd genuinely weigh about one person more combined when added with Y/n. So legitimately speaking..." He looked at Sanemi. "Sanemi calculated it right. Tengen is genuinely carrying less weight than Gyomei is. About a whole person worth."

Tengen couldn't go anymore pale as Sanemi smirked. "Of course I'm right! Everyone knows my math is always on point!" He whipped back to Makio. "You should join Tengen."

"What?"

"Yeah, Makio! Come join us! It's fun!"

"I don't want to."

"C'mon Makio. You said so yourself. Equal weight."

"Oh alright!" She rolled her eyes and made her way towards Tengen much to his horror. "But only because you all won't stop bugging me!"

Tengen didn't argue. Couldn't argue as Makio just walked over and just sat down on his back when he dipped down again making him give off a grunt and Sanemi laughed loudly.

"C'mon, Tengen! You can do it!" "Crush him like a grape, Gyomei!"

More cheers. More laughter. More their muscles burnt pushing the weight up and down. And up and down. And up and ..Down. He could feel his arms shaking. Swear dripping down his face as he struggled to push back up. Come on! He can do it! Hecandoithecandoithecandoit! He..can..do.. The girls amongst Tengen squealed out as he suddenly shifted. No one fell off or got hurt thank goodness but his left hand slipped, and in order to save his balance, his forearms made contact with the floor effectively stopping everyone else from falling.

"THAT'S IT! TENGEN LOST!!"

An uproar of typical college boy cheers came from mostly Sanemi and Obanai as they taunted the honestly tired and heavily gasping man, whom looked annoyed but too tired to say anything about it for now.

"You did your best, Tengen!," Rengoku consoled his boyfriend going to help him stand back up as the ladies slipped off his back. "How do you feel?"

Despite his current state, Tengen laughed. "I ju-just *ha* almost got crushed to-to *gasp* death by a hoard of the most beautiful women in-n the world." He gasped out between breaths. "If I-I had to d-die that *gasp* way....I would've died happy.~"

Despite himself most everyone gave a few giggles including Sanemi whom was nice enough to start helping you three off Gyomei by lifting you up and setting you back down on your feet. You thanked him with a smile which caught him off guard and made him blink surprised but you were already turning to Gyomei slowly standing up and being careful not to accidentally knock anyone over.

"That was so fun! I didn't know you were so strong!," she gushed in delight and it made the larger man go a deeper pink and rub at his neck.

"I-...Well it's healthy to keep in shape. *Ahem*"

"In your face, Asshole! You couldn't even win at your own game! Fork up the money!," Sanemi shouted somewhere to right.

"Hey! I'll win next time, and the money goes to Gyomei. Remember? The winner? Honestly he's gonna be able to buy his girlfriend one hell of a Christmas present."

"LET'S NOT WORRY ABOUT THAT NOW!," Kyojuro's booming voice cut off everyone else and gained attention quickly. "All of us are disgustingly sweaty and not very clean. Let's go clean up and let the girls have some time to eat! You all can borrow my washer and dryer for your clothes since I doubt anyone but I have access to extra clothing."

"Actually we packed all of you guys some extra clothes, Mei included." Kanae interrupted gesturing to the giant extra black duffle bag in the corner. Oh was that what that was?

"...You girls just conveniently packed everyone an extra pair of clothes? Why?"

"You're guys. We knew you'd do something weird or stupid and get yourselves dirty." Makio bluntly stated before making a shooing motions at them. "But Kyo's right. You all smell like a sweaty gym locker room. Go take a shower and wash those clothes! We're not lugging dirty sweat soaked clothes home with us!"

"It is getting late." You glanced out the closest window and saw the lights starting to wane in the sky. "I'd better head home."

"No! Stay!" Mitsuri suddenly grabbed your hands and pulled them up. "At least wait to say goodbye to Gyomei first and have dinner with us! It'd be unfair if you didn't get to eat anything after cooking something for us and coming all the way out here to see us!" She insisted making you blink.

"Really? I don't want to be a bother."

"If course not." Shinobu tugged you towards the kitchen with a smile. "Come on and eat while we wait for the boys to finish cleaning up."

"Well.. alright then."

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zombholic · 1 year ago

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pls write a dealer!dina oneshot i’m begging you 😮‍💨

SHOTGUN — dina woodward

description — smut, mdi i will kill you, weed, weed and weed :).

“Dina, hurry up and roll one takin’ forever.” Your comment made her roll her eyes.

“Shut up or you’re not getting anymore pretty girl discounts.” She pinched the roll, licking it then sealing it off.

Fuck that was hot.

She held the joint between her lips, grabbing her lighter, inhaling the cannabis like she was drinking water. Dina always had the best tolerance, she can smoke a whole roll and sit there normally while a couple hits had you red eyed and giggly.

Passing it over to you she slumped back into the couch, manspreading with one of her arms around the arm and the other holding her phone. There was no need for you to look at your best friend like this, but fuck you had such a school girl crush on her.

“Fuck that burned.” You let out a dry cough, grabbing your water bottle quickly chugging it down.

You guys sat quietly while watching a scary movie, her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as your head leaned on her shoulder. Quite honestly you were just zoned out, the weed had fogged your brain and you had no idea what was going on.

“Dude, lemme try something with you real quick.” You turned your head to look up at her.

“Hm?” Dina took a lengthy hit of the joint.

She grabbed your jaw signaling you to open your mouth, following her instructions she blew the smoke into your mouth, her tired face barely inches away from you. Instinctively you inhaled the shotgun, eyes half lidded as they bounced from every feature of her face.

“Fuck that was hot.” She chuckled as you blew the smoke in her face with a giggle.

Her hand still wrapped around your jaw had you losing your fucking mind, as if she knew what was going on in your mind she pressed her lips against yours. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, she pushed you back to lay down on the couch never breaking the heated kiss.

Her fingers wrapped around your neck, moving your head to the side as she kissed down your neck biting and sucking on your soft flesh. She trailed back up to your swollen lips, her knee spreading your legs apart applying pressure to your aching core causing a small whimper to escape in the kiss.

“Aw, baby was that a moan?” She tried to bite back her cocky grin looking at your pretty face.

“Shut up.” You whined hiding your face in your arms.

She tsk’d, grabbing your wrists in her hands and pinning them to the side of your head, her eyes were bloodshot red but fuck she looked so good like that.

“Such a pretty girl.” She was quick to help you take your shirt off throwing it on the floor leaving you in your black bra, fuck why did it drive her mad?

“You’re fucking breathtaking baby.” Her warm hands slid behind your back unclasping your bra and watching it fall off.

The look on her face when she saw your tits made you squirm, your stomach doing backflips. Dina’s hands were quick to cup them in her hands, her lips leaving kisses down your collarbone to the valley of your chest.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t like anything okay?” You nodded your head biting your bottom lip feeling the arousal pool between your panties.

She wrapped her lips around your nipple, her tongue rolling around the bud sucking and pulling it making a popping sound. You didn’t even notice the way you were now grinding against her thigh, needing her so bad it hurt.

“You look so pathetic grinding on me like that baby.” Her words made you whine, only making you grind on her faster.

Trailing down kisses to your stomach she slid your shorts down your legs along with your panties, she placed your legs over shoulders leaving little hickeys on your inner thighs.

“Don’t tease.” You huffed out pushing your hips up to her face.

That earned you a hard slap on your thighs, Dina has heavy hands and fuck they leave bruises if she slaps you.

“Tell me what to do one more time and I’ll make sure you’re fucking crying.” God when she’s mean it makes your brain go numb.

Her thumb sliding from your soaking slit to your aching clit, your stomach sucking in as your breath hitched, you needed more.

“Did I make you this wet baby? s’needy for me.” Her two fingers toying with your slit, your hips bucking up slightly just dying for anything.

“Mhm, yeah..” Your voice was shaky just like the way your legs would slightly tremble from her mouth was so close to where she was needed.

“Pathetic, so fucking pathetic.” Her fingers easily slid inside your pussy, curling them just right your fingers quickly gripped onto Dina’s black hair.

“Oh- fuck D..” Moans were consuming your mouth as she quickend her pace inside your squelching, tight walls.

Her tongue running small circles around your clit had you crying out her name so beautifully, the way her lips now sucked on your puffy bud and her fingers deep inside your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her dark ones watching all the gorgeous expressions you were making, drove her mad knowing she was making you shake like this.

“Mm’fuck! Dina please m’gonna cum!” You squealed throwing your head back feeling the tightness in your stomach growing stronger.

“Beg baby, beg or you won’t cum.” She slipped her third finger inside your pussy, feeling the way you would clench around her fingers.

“Please, please let me cum Dina, you’re fucking me s’good— please!”

“Such a good girl, cum in my mouth baby.” Her words alone made you cry out her name, your legs closing around her head.

“M’cumming D, fuck i’m cumming.” Your mouth was hung open, fingers tightened around her roots it made her own eyes roll back.

“Did so good for me baby, s’fucking good.” She slipped her fingers that were coated in your cum, her tongue lapping up every last bit of you.

“Fuck, no D m’sensitive!” You almost screamed trying to push her head away.

“Taste so good baby.” She hovered over your fucked out face, she swore her heart skipped a beat looking at you like this.

#lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #the last of us #the last of us ii #tlou #tlou2 #dina x fem!reader #dina imagines #dina tlou2 #dina woodward fanfic #dina woodward x reader #dina x reader #dina smut #dina woodward smut #dealer!dina #tlou smut #give my girl dina some love

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callmedylan · 1 year ago

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Fnaf Movie But Ness, Vanessa, Cory, Max, and Mike are all just in one big friend group and call themselves the “Fazgang”

‼️Important info‼️: okay so I’ve been thinking about this idea for an AU and stuff where Cory, ness, max, Vanessa, and Mike are all in a silly little friend group and they call themselves the “Fazgang” and they just hang out and stuff. So have some fact, headcanons, and info dump about this hc/AU cause I love it. I ship Vanessa x Max and SecurityWaiter so be prepared for those to be sprinkled in. (I ask that you credit me if you draw or use this AU pls :))) /nf )

Also petition to make Vanessa x max a ship and Call it “LockJaw” (for obvious reasons)

I imagine they all met someway through Mike. Mike introduced Vanessa to Max since him and max have been friends for a while, then Mike meets Ness because him and Abby become regulars at Sparkys and he eventually invites him to hang out with him, Vanessa, and max and the 4 just don’t stop hanging out. Then they one night decide to take a taxi to the place they are going to and Cory is their driver, and nobody really knows how but by the end of the ride they’ve all exchanged numbers with Cory and the 5 make plans to start hanging out.

ness is the tallest out of them all being 5”11 and whenever they are walking with each other down the street his head just sorta peaks over everyone.

the gang will usually hang out and play video games, and If Ness convinces them, they’ll read over random creepypasta stories and urban legends on online forums.

the group has a group chat where they all text each other during work or when they are bored.

Cory tends to rant about the weirdos he has to drive around with ness while ness rants about the rude customers he has to deal with.

Max enjoys writing and wants to be a romance author. She works at a library so she can read the romance books on her breaks.

ness gives the gang a discount whenever they stop in to sparkys and calls it a “personal friend discount” (he technically isn’t allowed to give them a discount but his boss will never know)

The group loves Halloween and they usually dress up and walk around their town to crash any party’s, parades, or to just take Abby trick or treating.

ness convinced the gang to create an online ARG with him with “found footage” recordings and everything but he eventually forgot about it and a large community started to surround it thinking it was real and he ended up having to apologize for it like 10 years later.

ness has a online conspiracy theory forum where he discusses his theory’s, the gang follows it and boosts his posts for him.

the gang likes to go to scary houses during Halloween and they each react very differently. Ness tends to grab at people (usually Mike) to steady himself when scared, Cory is prone to screaming loudly but also charging at the actors (they’ve almost gotten kicked out before because of this), max has a very slow reaction time and tends to just freeze up or swear under her breath when an actor jump-scares her, Vanessa doesn’t react at all (literally, she just doesn’t get scared by that type of stuff), and Mike just acts how any normal person would (or he tries to run off).

ness is gay, Vanessa and Mike are both bi, max is a lesbian, and Cory is straight.

since none of them are close to their families (except for Cory) the group hangs out together during holidays like Christmas. Cory usually visits his family for Christmas and holidays but on years where he can’t visit he’ll spend time with them.

cory made them all each a driving Mixtape for their birthdays.

they each have very differing music tastes. Ness preferring musical music, max prefers old love songs, Cory prefers 90’s hip hop, Vanessa likes alternative rock, and Mike enjoys any type of 90-2000s grunge rock and emo music. (Mike definitely listens to the smiths, the cure, and Alex G)

The gang ate over at Vanessa’s one night and the 5 tried to make dinner but failed and made a mess of her kitchen (they ordered takeout and spent the rest of the night listening to music and cleaning up Vanessa’s kitchen.)

Mike sometimes leaves Abby to be babysat by the gang while he’s off working and he once came back to them all dressed up with glitter makeup having a tea party with Abby (she forced them to do this)

In this AU Max does not die but Vanessa and Mike never tell Cory, Ness, or max all of the extra details. They know the robots are haunted to some capacity but not about Vanessa’s involvement or any specific details.

(This is not canon to the au, just a “what if” scenario) if max were to still die in this AU, Vanessa and Mike would not tell Cory and Ness what happened, out of concern for the twos genuine well being and because of how absurd it seems.

all of them visited Freddys some time in their childhood

Max and Vanessa have a fear of mascot outfits

Ness wanted to do a “paranormal investigation” at Freddy’s for theorizing and emailed the owner several times for about 2 months leading up to the events of the movie (he also begged Mike to sneak him in during his working nights but Mike said no cause he didn’t want to get fired).

cory called them the “Fazgang” once as a joke and it kinda just stuck, now that’s what they and everyone who knows about their group refers to them as.

when Cory and the group went for a drive in his taxi they went on a back road and ended up breaking down in the middle of a dirt road in the woods. (They just finished a movie marathon where they watched the texas chainsaw massacre and Wrong Turn 1, so now half of them refuse to leave the car.)

Abby slept through the entire situation.

Lots of trauma, it’s like a group therapy session 24/7.

all of them get along with Abby, she actually gets excited whenever they hang out (since Mike takes her with him due to not wanting to leave her home alone by herself).

They all share a single braincell.

Ness and max are both 25, Mike is 26, Cory is the youngest at 24, and Vanessa is the oldest being 26 as well but older by a month.

#Fazgang #lockjaw #securitywaiter #fnaf au #fnaf movie #ness the waiter #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #Coryfnaf #Maxfnaf #au fnaf #i love them they are so silly #They are all gay and Cory is just kinda there #“Ally! :3”#Ness is a theater kid and doesn’t shut up about it #Srry for making the fnaf movie gay #might draw this later

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roseglazedlens · 1 year ago

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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? ♡♡♡

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 ✧.*

┇LEON S. KENNEDY┇CARLOS OLIVEIRA┇ETHAN WINTERS┇ ┇CLAIRE REDFIELD┇ASHLEY GRAHAM┇ADA WONG┇ content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive! a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.

Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.

This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.

Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)

He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.

And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.

I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.

Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)

Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos is a menace during Halloween.

In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.

Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)

Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.

He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.

I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!

ASHLEY GRAHAM

I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.

I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.

This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!

She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.

ETHAN WINTERS

We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.

He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.

Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.

When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"

Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.

ADA WONG

Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.

For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.

If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.

Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @valsthea @kennedyswhore @emilzke @daydreamrot @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year ago

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Sundown

El x Male Reader x Max Mayfield

Request - Can you write El x Male Reader x Max?

Max and El took you to the skating rink. They are going to teach you how to skate, they had to drag you there. You have the skates on and you are hesitating to go into the rink.

“I don’t know about this,” You said.

“It will be fun, Y/n. Don't be scared” El said.

“I’m not scared,” You said.

“Yes, you are” Max giggled.

“Not funny,” You said.

Max grabbed your hand and she kinda drags you into the rink. You hold both of her hands and you are trying to find your balance. Now, El grabs your hand and you don't let go of their hands.

They are girlfriends and no one knows about the relationship. You wanted to tell the guys but you promised not to tell for now. You, Max, and El like sneaking around to be together. You know if people found out they won't understand. But you have been dating them for three months so far.

“Eventually, we have to let go of your hand,” Max said.

“No!” You yelled.

They go a little fast and you try to slow down. You fell down they almost fell but didn't fall. They did let go of your hand

“Are you okay?” El asked.

“My butt hurts,” You said.

“It was funny when you fell down” Max smiled.

“Whatever,” You said.

They helped you stand up. They start to show you how to find your balance. After a while, they won't hold your hand and you try to skate on your own. But you fell down again, then you gave up and you struggled to get out of the skating rink.

“It’s cute when he is annoyed,” Max said.

“Yeah. I don't think he would want to skate again” El said.

“This was his last day,” Max said.

Later, you go with them to Surfer Boy Pizza shop. El tried to convince to try pineapple on pizza and you said no. But Max did like it and she ate another slice.

✬ ✬ ✯ ✯

You went to El’s house to watch movies in the living room. During the movie, you and El started making out and you moved closer to her. Then her dad Hopper walked in

“You are supposed to watch the movie not make out,” Hopper said.

You moved away from your girlfriend.

“H-hi Mister Hopper,” You said.

He sits between you and El. He knows that you are dating El but doesn't know about Max.

“Are you going to watch the movie with us?” El asked.

“Yes, I like this movie” Hopper smiled.

————

You are on an ice cream date with Max and Steve did give you a discount. You and Max went to sit somewhere else to eat the ice cream and talk. You and

“Maybe we should go to the arcade later,” Max said.

“Sure. Dustin is trying to beat my high score in Donkey Kong” You smiled.

“He has been playing that game every day. So, you better be ready” Max giggled.

“Oh, I'm ready” You giggled.

You moved closer and kissed Max on the lips. But Hopper and Joy are in the mall, they saw you kiss Max.

“I’m going to kill him!” Hopper said.

“What?” Joy asked.

“Y/n, he is dating El now I see him kissing Max. Oh, he is dead!” Hopper angrily said.

“Hopper!” Joy yelled.

Hopper charged towards you and grabbed you by your shirt. You are feeling terrified and Joy is trying to make him stop.

“You are cheating on El. And you think I wouldn't find out!?” Hopper yelled.

“I-I can explain l!” You yelled.

Joy made him let go of you and he is still angry. You and Max start to walk away.

———

You are home and the house phone starts to ring. You picked up the phone and it's El and she knows what happened.

“Your dad thinks I'm cheating on you,” You said.

“He told me. I think we should tell him” El said.

“I don't know. Your dad will kill me because he would think it was my idea” You said.

It was Max and El’s idea when they confessed their feelings to you.

“I told Max about it and she thinks we should tell him,” El said.

“I think I won't go to your house for a while, because he is really scary when he is super angry,” You said.

El couldn't help to giggle but you didn't giggle. You and El start to talk about something else for a little while.

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impala-dreamer · 4 months ago

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merrysithmas · 3 months ago

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warning: The Hobbit review where I am a hater lmao

I know I'm like a decade late to watching these but:

• Mourning bc we could have gotten Guillermo's version of King Thanduil who wouldve been the ancient and frightful Becoming-the-Forest shadowy, eldritch, eerily mad power-clinging creature we deserved but instead we got Makeup Vlogger Thanduil (which is still so funny to me I'm almost not mad) & jock spray-tanned Legolas. THEY KILLED LEGOLAS AND THEN LET A MEAN JOCK WALK AROUND IN HIS SKIN FOR 3 HOURS.

We could've had scary pagan Green Man Thranduil the ancient being who refuses to give up power so much so that he's being consumed by the (ever-darkening) Forest which he once ruled with magnanimity ... and baby!Legolas struggling with the isolationalism & prejudice he learned from his father's court but we got... That instead.

LMAO proof nothing perfect can last

• also Tauriel? every scene between her and Thranduil should've been between Legolas and Thranduil to flesh out their relationship, instead of sideling him for an unnecessary OC who was put there to fulfill a weird corporate romance tick box, a repetitive and boring romance nonetheless with a subpar stock Strong Female Character.

• The only good thing about the movie was Martin's Bilbo (spot on!!) and the Gandalf/Elrond/Galadriel teamup even tho it was a little infected with the Avengers-y virus for me, they're all just such good actors I could watch them sleep and I'd be like... Oscar.

• I also hated Bard (they shouldve cut Tauriel and genderbent Bard or a couple of the dwarves if they wanted to add women) and I hated the design for Smaug & the Trolls. No creativity there at all.

• The film had zero regard for tone and went for pseudoLOTR instead. Where was the fairytale-esque children's tale of growing up and leaving one's comfort zone and discovering the big, sometimes terrible, world? Where was the almost Winnie-the-Pooh shine which covered the Through The Looking Glass maze?

• Also, I hated Thorin (why did they make him Discount Aragorn?) and none of the Dwarves had ANY development... wtf? They were Dollar Store Fellowship.

• I cannot for the LIFE OF ME understand why they put BILBO in the "Emotional Supporter" role for Thorin LMAOOOO... what??? Anyway, I support all the Bagginshield shippers because everything should be, and is, gay. No issue there.

That's my review, overall I was deeply surprised how bad it was and it makes me leery about The Hunt For Gollum, because shockingly Jackson&Co are 1 for 2 in regards to triologies right now and the odds of it being quality are split.

IMO I genuinely feel like The Hobbit should be remade by another team, that's how off it was.

#legolas #thranduil #if you like movie King T okay cool but im like why did they put James Charles in my LOTR cereal #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #lotr

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𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(Boaz Priestly x Female Reader)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In honor of spooky season, The Beach City Grill is throwing a Horror movie night event by putting on the movie Scream! The employees are excited, and so are some of the regulars. Your friends, Piper, Jen and Tish invite you to come because she knows you're another regular at the grill. But the thing is, you hate scary movies, crime shows or anything dealing with blood. Which will be scarier? Actually watching this movie, or embarrassing yourself in front of a guy you like?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader has a phobia of blood, spoilers for the 1996 Scream movie. Fluffy Priestly. Costumes!

"Here, Y/N. Trucker's having us try handing out coupons for discounts." Tish said with a smile on her face and you grinned.

"Thanks, Tish! I'll be sure to use it again when I come back." You promised. You had been going to The Beach City Grill for the past couple of years, visiting as often as twice a week during your lunch break or on the weekends.

"Hey Y/N! Tish did you tell her about tomorrow night?" Piper asked as she came out of the back, you assumed it was for some kind of supplies.

"Something's happening tomorrow night?"

"Oh that's right! Y/N, you should totally swing by! We're having a movie night and since Halloween is coming up we're gonna watch Scream!" The red headed girl explained and you started to feel a little uneasy.

"A horror movie?" You said with a nervous chuckle.

Then you heard a door open up followed by an abrupt, "Alright everybody calm down! I've arrived!"

When you looked over you saw Priestly and today his hair was colored blue again. He had one of his usual humorously inappropriate shirts that tended to get you to chuckle. But today he wore a kilt which was the first time you've seen him in one but you weren't at all surprised by his attire.

"Well it's about time you showed up, Priestly." Jen teased from behind the computer before continuing, "Tish is trying to convince Y/N to come over tomorrow for movie night."

"Oh yeah? Y/N you should totally come over! I'm bringing the popcorn!" Priestly insisted.

Your heart fluttered at the idea of Priestly wanting you to go to this thing. You couldn't deny that you sort of had a thing for the cook. But your main concern wasn’t the fact that if the movie was scary.

The concern was this: would happen if you made a fool out of yourself because you were scared of blood?

"I'm not so sure... scary movies aren't exactly my thing." You admitted.

"It's not too scary, though! The Scream movies are more comedy rather than actually horror. They mostly mock other horror films even if they're doing the exact same things they're throwing other movies over the bus for." Piper commented as she stepped out from behind the counter to paint on the wall.

"Which they executed the irony in all of it pretty well." Trucker said with a chuckle.

"I remember watching that movie when it came out in the theaters." the owner of the grill continued as he started taking a look at some orders that came in.

"Honestly, I'm not into the scary movie thing either, Y/N, but it's really not that bad." Jen insisted. And she's more so the one you believe about this kind of thing. If Jen can handle it, who's to say you can't handle it either?

"Well... Then yeah, I guess I'll go." You finally agreed and you watched Priestly get the biggest grin on his face.

"Great! Don't forget to dress up in some kind of costume." He said as he went to the back to clock in and grab an apron.

"O-Okay?"

You watched him leave before you looked at the three girls who seemed to be intently watching you and Priestly. They all seemed to either have smirks or some kind of knowing look.

"What?" You asked and Tish chuckled.

"Oh nothing. Just the moment the cook comes up with the idea of you joining us you're all for it." She said and your cheeks started to warm up.

"Well no, it's more because Jen said it wasn't that bad of a movie."

"And you wouldn't be disappointed if Priestly suddenly decided he couldn't make it tomorrow night?" Piper asked and you shrugged a little.

"If he's there, great! If not, plans change all the time." You said, trying to be as convincing as possible.

"So it's like a dress up kind of thing? So what will you all be going as?" You tried to change the subject.

"I think I might go with some kind of cat costume." Tish said.

"Awe and here I thought you'd dress as some kind of cheer leader to mess with whatever guy finds their way here." Priestly said as he walked out and went to his station. Tish gave him a playful little punch since they were always picking on each other about different things anyway. But you hoped he didn't hear too much about what you were talking about earlier.

"As compared to you dressing up as... a normal guy?" Tish came back with a hand on her hip and an arched brow.

"I wouldn't say the Men in Black are normal. I mean what kind of normal guy would go willingly to monitor and micromanage aliens. I mean it sounds like a really good job and if I could find an application I would." Priestly replied.

"I think you'd be mistaken as an alien." Tish chuckled.

"What about you two? What will you go as?" You asked Jen and Piper.

"I don't know, I haven't really put much thought into what I'll dress up as. Dressing up isn't really my thing." Jen said.

"Well, what if you went as a little ladybug? That would be cute." Piper said, referencing the username she used to contact Fuzzy22.

"Well I guess that could work. Either that or maybe Pooh Bear." Jen said, thinking of a more modest sort of costume.

"I think I might go as Alice, from Alice in Wonderland." Piper commented.

"Which version? The animated one or...?" Priestly asked.

"The animated one. It's one of Disney's classics after all! And the dress was pretty cute too." Piper answered and looked at you before smiling warmly.

"And what about you? What are you thinking about dressing up as?"

"Me? Umm..." You trailed off as you tried to think of something you could be. If it was a movie night you wanted to be comfortable. "I might go to Walmart and find some kind of onesie to put on. Maybe Jack Skellington or something. I won't really have time to go home and change clothes after work tomorrow so I may just throw that on."

"Well hey, plus they're comfy! Once you get home you won't even have to change out of a complicated costume." Tish smiled.

"So is there like.. anything you guys want me to bring since I'll be coming over for the movie?" You asked.

"No, kiddo. We've got everything handled with the Popcorn and we'll have some little sandwiches left if people didn't have the chance to grab a bite before swinging by." Trucker promised.

"All you've gotta do is come on by with that smile of yours. Maybe bring some good karma along with you."

"No luck with Zo yet?" You asked and Tucker chuckled before shaking his head before you grinned, "I think providing dinner and just having this fun little movie night will help you and your karma on its own."

You looked down at your watch and your eyes widened when you realized you were running a little late and your lunch break was almost over.

"I've gotta run, guys. But I'll see you tomorrow."

You've pulled up into The Beach City Grill's driveway and you felt a little nervous. You ended up changing your mind about the onesie thing and you dressed up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, you were both lucky and thankful that your costume from a few years ago fit you. But there was the matter of the movie you would be watching.

"You'll be okay. It's just a movie. All of it's just props and some kind of nineties special effects." You told yourself, trying to give yourself a little pep talk so you wouldn't psych yourself out.

You took in a deep breath and let it out before you got out of the car and went inside the building. You saw all the staff members there already and they were dressed in their costumes. Piper was the first one to see you.

"Don't you look adorable, Dorothy!" She smiled and you grinned, suddenly glad you changed your mind and put in a little more effort into the costume.

"Thanks, Alice." You replied and you looked around, realizing you were a bit early.

"Where is everyone?" You asked curiously.

"Well, we've still got a few minutes to finish setting up. If you'd like to help you're more than welcome to. I'm about to put up the screen for the projector." Jen said, you nodded and started helping her out.

As you two were hanging up the projector, Jen looked over at you, "I'm really glad you decided to come. I know a certain someone was a little worried you'd chicken out."

"Who? Tish?" Jen shook her head as she stepped up on her step ladder to hang up her side of the screen.

"Nope. Priestly." She replied and the name took you by surprise.

"Why would he be worried that I wouldn't show up?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Well I mean you said yourself that scary movies aren't your thing. Tish said he even asked Tucker if they should change the movie to something a little more.. family friendly like Nightmare Before Christmas or Beetlejuice or something."

That was a little shocking because you didn't think Priestly would suggest doing something like that. Piper sure. Tish? Maybe. But you thought Priestly would be all for this Scream thing.

"He really didn't have to do that. Besides, Scream would be the first horror film I've seen. Might as well give it a shot right?" You said.

"Wait you've never even seen scary films?" Tish asked as she joined the conversation. You shook your head.

"Well, I guess its a good thing we're still watching that then. That way you can say you've at least seen one." She insisted and you grinned as you finished hanging up your side of the projector screen.

You stepped off the ladder and fixed your apron and looked over at Tish, "Yeah I guess. I'm sure it'll be fun."

You heard the door open and when you looked over you saw Priestly carrying a box of popcorn. He had his hair colored green that day and he was wearing sunglasses, which was kind of confusing because you thought it would be harder for him to see at night. But he was wearing a suit like he's from the MIB.

"So you found an application after all?" You joked and smiled at him.

Priestly turned his head and took one look at you before he felt a lump in his throat. You looked really cute with your tea-length Dorothy dress and apron. You even had a pair of sparkly shoes on and your hair was in two low pigtails, braided halfway much like Judy Garland's character. You were adorable and his brain was short-circuiting big time.

In truth, Priestly knew he didn't have a chance with Tish because he saw the guys she went out with. And he noticed you coming into the shop more and more shortly after your first visit.

You two didn't have too many interactions with one another but on the limited occasions that you did get to talk, you had always been so sweet and didn't seem to care about his goofy shirts, the colors in his hair that changed daily, or even the artificial holes in his head.

You were always so sweet to him and he couldn't deny that a small part of him was growing interested in you. But he wasn't sure if he should try to show any of that interest. What if he was wrong? Of course this was such a judgmental and superficial world, there was always a possibility of him being wrong.

"Priestly? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts and he chuckled before taking off his sunglasses.

"Better than okay. Ready to get the party started!" He exclaimed, resuming as if everything is normal.

“Priestly! It’s about time you showed up..” Trucker laughed.

“I had to grab the popcorn! It can’t be a movie night without it after all!”

“Great! And Y/N can help you make it.” Piper said and from the corner of his eye he saw the girl dressed as Alice nudge you into his direction. The tips of his ears started to turn a little pink.

“Sure. I could use the help back there.” He insisted and he grinned at you, “Besides, it could be fun showing you the back of this place.”

He watched the way you grinned almost sheepishly and he smiled to himself before he started leading you to the back. He grabbed some ziplock bags so it would be easy to distribute to people when they got there. Then, he started up the grill, melted some butter before he opened the jar of popcorn kernels.

“You know how to pop popcorn without the maker?” He heard you ask and he smirked.

“Sweetheart, there’s more than one way to do almost anything.” He replied.

Besides, it’s not that hard. We’ve tried having a movie night before and we did have a popcorn machine but it broke. Jen looked up other ways to make popcorn online. Obviously you can pop popcorn in a normal skillet as long as you’ve got a lid over it. With some tweaking, I figured the grill was just a big skillet pan and I found this which would serve as a good enough ‘lid’ or whatever. Then voila! We had popcorn for that movie night.”

“Creative problem solving. You guys never cease to amaze me you know that?”

“It’s more so the girls that got the creative problem solving thing under their belts. I just execute the ideas.”

While the grill was warming up, Priestly took off his suit jacket before he rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he wore up to his elbows. He placed the jacket over the counter next to Jen’s computer before he started getting to work.

As Priestly rolled up his sleeves, you could feel your cheeks burning up and you glanced away before you focused on opening the box of Ziplock bags. Once you started opening some of them you started looking for something to use to serve the popcorn into the bags. Once you found one, you could already hear the popping of the popcorn kernels.

“Can I ask you something?’” You could hear the cook ask.

“Yeah. Shoot.”

“How come you aren’t too fond of horror movies?”

You weren’t sure how you should respond. What if he thought your fear of blood was stupid? He’d probably laugh at you like you were some child afraid of the dark.

“They just aren’t my thing. But I didn’t have anything else to do tonight and Jen, Trish and Piper made it sound like tonight would be really fun. So why waste a night doing nothing?” You asked. It was mostly true, but of course you didn’t want to reveal everything.

You could tell he was listening while he was busy over the grill but you couldn't help the skeptical look on his face as if he didn't believe you. At this, you bit your lip and looked away. When the popcorn is done, he served it in a bowl and you started serving the popcorn into the Ziplock bags.

After you've filled about a dozen and a half bags you finally spoke again.

"I'm not a fan of horror films because... I have this thing when I see-"

"Hey guys! Guests are arriving!" You could hear Tish announce and you cleared your throat a little, somewhat thankful that you didn't get to finish your train of thought.

"I'm gonna go set these out for everyone." You spoke quickly and took the bags before going out to the front where the others were.

Once everyone was settled in for the movie with their popcorn and any other snacks and drinks, you sat down in one of the booths near the back where the doors were. Priestly, Tish, Piper and Jen were a couple of rows in front of you in some of the chairs they set out. A lot of regulars were in their little costumes and you hoped that this would be a fun night for everyone that came.

The movie started off alright for you. You could almost predict the moments when you had to close your eyes or look away from the screen in Drew Barrymore's scene.

You had to admit that the rest of the movie had a pretty good plot and you liked it so far. Stu was pretty funny and you like the way Matthew Lillard plays his character. Skeet Ulrich played Billy really well too and you had to admit, he was pretty cute. But Neve Campbell did great in her role as Sidney too, and you were pretty glad that she was evidently a reoccurring main actress according to Tish. Not that you were sure you'd watch the other movies.

Then the scene at Stu's house came on. Everything went fine because it was just the party scene right now. Then the killings started. The Tatum scene was alright you supposed because you didn't see any blood. But the moment Ghostface was in the room with Billy and Sidney and you watched Billy get stabbed and he was covered with blood while Ghostface cleaned off his knife, you knew you were about to hurl.

You got up and rushed outside as quietly as you could because you didn't want to disrupt anyone during the climax of the film.

You turned around the corner where the trash was normally taken out. You found some bushes and the next thing you knew you were hunched over emptying out your lunch along with the popcorn you were snacking on a few minutes ago.

You were too distracted to hear the footsteps behind you, but you felt a large hand on your back and the other hand was pulling your pigtails back so they weren't in your way. Somehow you knew it must've been Priestly behind you and it was relieving that it wasn't a stranger, but embarrassing to no end that he was seeing you like this.

After a few moments when you were sure you were in the clear, you covered your mouth so Priestly wouldn't have to smell your breath.

"Sorry you had to see that."

He looked at you with a little apologetic grin, "No worries. I'm more worried about how your feeling." He continued as he offered you a stick of gum.

You thanked him for the gum and popped it into your mouth, trying to ignore how badly your throat stung after a few seconds ago, "I'm better now that it's over with. Sucks that it was a waste of good popcorn."

Priestly chuckled a little and moved a strand of hair away from your face, "There's always another time for popcorn. Maybe the next movie night won't be so bad."

"It wasn't that the movie was scary. The plot was pretty good. It was just the blood." You admitted and tried not to gag remembering the stabbing scene.

"I think the movie's almost over anyways. Why don't I go back inside and get you like a Sprite or something and I can drive you home? I don't want you driving incase you get sick again." He insisted and you didn't exactly have the energy to fight him on anything right now. You hated that he missed the rest of the movie because of you though.

"Are you sure? I really think I'll be okay to head home." You said and he shook his head.

"Nope, I'll take you home. No worries. Besides, I already watched the movie anyways and I know the ending." He shrugged and he helped you up off the ground.

As the two of you were on your way back you could see that there were some people leaving and you assumed that the movie was over. When the two of you walked inside you saw the credits rolling and you rubbed the back of your neck. You didn't realize how long you had been out in the alley.

Priestly went behind the counter and grabbed a cup while the girls went over to you.

"Hey, you alright? What happened?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just needed some fresh air. I was feeling a little queasy near the end of the movie." You admitted.

"Do you want any crackers or anything? I think we may have some in the back or something." Jen said, trying to be helpful which was sweet of her but you shook your head.

"No thanks, I've got some back at home." You said and Priestly came back with the Sprite and handed it to you.

"Alright, Dorothy. Lets get you back home." Priestly said and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You were trying so hard not to combust really because this has been the most interaction you've every had with Priestly. You hated what circumstances that triggered it though. Of all things, it was because of a reaction to blood. Great.

"Well I guess I'll see you guys later?" You asked and the girls nodded yet not quite in sync.

"Yeah we'd better see you soon! You know we're still open on Saturdays so come on and swing by." You heard Tish say with a bright smile.

Once you pulled up to the house you looked over at Priestly, "Thank you for helping me out tonight. You really didn't have to."

"You don't have to keep thanking me, I'm happy to help you out." He promised.

"Well still, it was a nice gesture. I owe you one." You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Priestly could feel a heat rising to his neck and he cleared his throat a little. But now that you said you owed him one, he started getting an idea or two.

"Actually, there's one way you can thank me if you insist on continuing to say it." Priestly said and bit his lip and you could tell he was a little nervous.

"Um.. okay? What do you have in mind?" You asked him.

"Well, why don't we have a movie do-over? Just you and me and we'll watch a movie. Whatever you want it to be. I'll bring some snacks and some drinks."

"Is this your way of asking me on a date?" You asked with a teasing grin, thinking it was a little bit of a joke. After all, you knew you were decent looking but you were nothing like Tish.

"Well... yeah, actually. If you're up t something like that."

You were a little taken back by his response, but you could tell that he was being serious and you smiled at him. "You know what? I'd really like that."

You watched the way his green eyes lit up with pure excitement.

"Great! Then it's a date." He smiled.

"Well here's the question, we no there can't be blood in the movie. But what are some things to avoid with you? Or what do you like?" You asked him.

"Oh the more controversial the movie, the better it is for me." He chuckled.

"Would I expect anything less?" You snickered but then you go an idea. "How about we do that tonight? It's still kind of early. Plus I can give you a ride to work tomorrow."

"Really?" Priestly asked but then he thought about it and he nodded. "That sounds perfect."

And with that, the two of you got out of the car and made your way into your house.

You got changed into some pajamas, brushed your teeth and found a pair of sweatpants that would fit Priestly so he'd be comfortable. Both of you spent the rest of the night watching different movies and both of you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Over all, it turned out to be a great night. One with a much better ending than you had expected and you couldn't wait to see where this little adventure with Priestly would take you.

Thank you guys for reading and I hope all of you enjoyed! What movies do you think the reader and Priestly ended up watching instead! I'd love to see which movies you think he'd enjoy! Wishing you all the best!💖💕

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