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unreleasedwrites · 7 months ago

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Caught You, Again

��You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you?

summary: You and Gun have been in the same class since the eight grade, and you developed a little crush on him that same year. Once the ninth grade started and you two had been paired as seat mates, you started to drop subtle hints here and there with the idea of your little crush on him for the past year. Gun notices this and takes it as an opportunity to constantly tease you about it jokingly— until, he was no longer joking, and made a move by asking you out which then ended with you becoming his first and last girlfriend, because he made you into his first and forever wife. Yet, he never fails to see you in the not so hidden act of admiring him, which has him calling you a “simp,” and he continues to tease you for it.

character(s) included: Park Jonggun x fem!reader

cw: fluff, teasing, playful and flirtatious gun, gun is nice, swearing, use of Y/N, mentions of physical fights gun gets into, mentions of blood/bleeding/bruises, couple nicknames, kissing, established relationship, idk much about weddings, VERY SUGGESTIVE TOWARDS THE END!! this is really long tbh 😭😭

unwrapped on: Saturday Night, December 03 2023

wrapped up on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

published on: Sunday Evening, April 28 2024

“Need something?” Your seat mate suddenly questioned you as he shrugged a brow at you, who was blankly staring at him, obviously lost in your thoughts.

“O-uh— No!” You quickly replied and zoned back into reality, “Sorry, I was just thinking, I didn’t notice tha-” You added before he cut you off and said,

“If you like me, you could just say so’ You wouldn’t be the first girl to confess to me this school year.”

“Wha-! Talk about confident, also it’s literally the second week of the ninth grade..” You scoffed, a little nervous considering you have liked him since the eight grade so he technically wasn’t wrong.

“That isn’t a no~” He replied with a tint of his usual smirk.

“Wel-” You tried to speak right before he interrupted you once more “Enough with the excuses already, it’s boring.”

…

“Well?” He added and you responded with, “Well.. What I was trying to sa-” Ding, Ding, Ding— You were interrupted once again, but this time, by the bell. And it was now lunch time, so you two went your separate ways.

That was one of the occasional conversations you had with Gun, it just so happens that you two have been paired as seatmates since the eight grade and therefore, had to have spoken to one another atleast a number of times by now. They were just meaningless and short interactions that was just another way to kill time for him, yet those little conversations and interactions meant the world to you.

Fast forward into the school year and currently, it’s almost the fourth month of school— all of your classmates along with the new/transfer students have gotten to know each other, and it just so happens that you and Gun have started to talk more aswell. From little “Hey, about the homework-”, “Since were the next pair who’ll discuss, how about we-”, and “Could I borrow an extra pen, if you’ve got one?” To “What did you get for this number..?”, “Let’s hang out at my place, we could also plan our discussion for english tomorrow.”, which also turned to him simply grabbing things out of your bag when he pleases.

The formal little questions he’d usually ask you were starting to turn casual and friendly, not only his words but his tone is shifting as well.

You never thought you’d be invited to his place so casually and he’d lend you his jacket whenever you two are hanging out. Although, he insists you keep all of them since he loves the way it looks on you. It was weird. It was all so weird. So many girls like him, he’s constantly got girls dreaming to be around him as much as you get to be. Now, if you think about it— you never actually see ANY girls approaching him or hanging around him at all, aside from you, that is. People are constantly telling you about how you two must be dating, well you aren’t, but he’s never actually denied it either. He continues to tease you almost everyday and it just has you falling for him even more.

“Y/N?” Gun suddenly called out to you while you were walking out of the classroom to go home.

“Hm?”

“Dinner, just you and me. This Friday at 7 o’clock, how’s that sound?”

“Wait, what?” You rose a brow at his sudden invitation, “What do you mean, by dinner with just you and me?” You briefly added.

“A dinner date, with just the two of us.”

“That was a little, out of nowhere.. Don’t you think?”

“..Yeah.” He responded, “My bad. Maybe it was a little too soon, never mind about what I sai-” He added before you cut him off, “Wai- wait! it wasn’t too soon at all! Sorry, I was just taken a back— since I really wasn’t expecting this from you.” You said, visibly happy.

“Well then..?” He nervously asked and you responded with, “Are you kidding? That’s all I’ve ever wanted!! I’d love to, Gun.” It was evident just how excited you were. Suddenly all bubbly and red in the cheeks, Gun found that to so adorable. “I wasn’t expecting such enthusiasm from you,” Gun said as he laughed, “You’re probably in love with me, aren’t you?” to which you replied, “You asked, I answered! And would you have wanted a no for an answer?” “A no from the girl who’s head over heals in love with me? I highly doubted that response.”

Gun might’ve said those words so casually and care free but he really was surprised with how quick it took for you to say yes. Throughout the course of your friendship, it did become obvious that the two of you do like each other. But it was much more evident on your side, with how much people knew you like Gun and how you spoke about him and how you were whenever you were with him, versus how you were when you were with some other boys that were rumored to like you. Of course, Gun was slightly taken aback when he learned about all this— how could someone like you, a beautiful and simple sweet heart who doesn’t even like contact with people or going out that much, like him, a guy whose name is insanely problematic and all the rumors spreading about him are mostly true and have something to do with his violent side and the things he does outside of school, a guy who people quite literally fear.

But Gun didn’t really like thinking about any of that. All that mattered to him was how you felt and the adorable reactions that come out of you whenever he teases you about apparently liking him so much.

A few months passed since your first date and the two of you started dating after a while, even more time has passed since then because you two were now in your final year of high school. Despite going further into your friendship to turn it into a relationship, nothing much has really changed.

You guys were at your place this one time and you begged him to do skin care with you. He was reluctant at first but with your puppy dog eyes and some touchy convincing, he finally agreed.

“Stay Still!!” You scolded your boyfriend who kept moving when you were trying to apply a full mask onto his face.

“How am I supposed to? It’s so wet and slimy, kinda reminds me of something..” Gun replied.

“Oh shut it, I finally finished applying it, now we have matching masks on!! Come look at the mirror!” You exclaimed, “Tada~!”

He looked at the mirror blankly and slowly turned to you, who was overflowing with joy.

“Awh, don’t you like it?”

“It’s.. something, that’s for sure..”

You looked at Gun with your usual pout, to which he caved in and finally went along with the whole thing, saying it’s not that bad.

“Hehe, my baby looks so handsome, just as he always does~” You said as you admired Gun while squeezing his cheeks.

“You’re such a simp, you know that, right? Gun said, slightly muffled as he looked down at you with his usual smirk.

“Hmph! If you don’t want my love then you could just say so!” You said as you let go off his cheeks and crossed your arms with a grouchier pout on your face.

“Baby, there’s no need to be a brat.” He then grabbed your chin to kiss your lips (you were tiptoe-ing). Gun always knew how to deal with the unpredictable pace of your mood, given how you can go from absolutely simping over him to a pouting girl who doesn’t wanna talk about it at all with him.

“Your eyes sure as hell love to wander, dont they?” Gun teased. You went all pouty again so he coated you in some more kisses to make up for the teasing about you being a complete simp.

Those were the moments that ultimately led to the situation you’re currently in. Beneath the sunset in your favorite place, dressed in an astonishing wedding dress, paired with an elegant pair of heels, just the right amount of steepness for you to walk in, given your veil and dress that was trailing on your back. Holding an extravagant boquet with all of your favorite flowers wrapped in such delicate material.

It was all so ethereal. Gun, your soon to be husband hasn’t seen you. You were queued to walk down the aisle so very soon, which had you shaking in both excitement and fear. It’s finally the day you’ve been waiting for so very long. You knew you really liked Gun the moment you two became closer, yet you’re still stuck in the point where you were admiring him from technically— not afar because he was right beside you the entire time. But still, you were just an admirer in awe. And now you have the same last name as him and do tons of things together— cooking? hell yes, shopping? without a doubt. hopping in the shower and bathtub together? you don’t even notice him coming in until you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around you and start to wander across your body.

Another thing is that Gun may seem like a “cold” or reserved person on the outside, but he really does care about people that matters to him and knows how to observe. One of the things he observed about your “infatuation” with him was how you looked at him. He really saw right through the eyes you looked at him with— they only expressed one thing. That one thing was actual love, and it was not at all short-lived as people say what infatuation is.

It truly surprised him to see how your eyes never got gloomy or even got tired of looking at him that way even when time passed.

If anything, they became brighter and loving with every moment that passed with you looking at Gun’s dark eyes, wondering why he would ever want to have anything to do with a girl who’s had a huge crush on him for so very long.

He realized just how much importance those little details hold. As they say, the eyes don’t lie. And he sure as hell was able to experience that for himself.

He may not have wanted to admit it at first, but he slowly fell for you, in the way where you fell first but he fell harder. His entire mood and demeanor would change the exact moment that you’re around him. He could be beating up people and see that you’ve come to check up on him because he specifically told you that he was just going out to get something from Goo, but ended up taking way too long— hence, why you went to find him. He changed in an instant. Leaving behind the scene and making sure you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about it. And according to Goo, the way he talks about you is just “agitating”— which pretty much translates to “amazing” in your vocabulary, given that Goo doesn’t care about these types of things.

You’ve heard from various of his friends that he really does love you, because he doesn’t prolong any of his fights due to the very fact that he wants to make sure that he can get home to you asap. Especially when it’s late at night, he knows you like to sleep but he wants to be the one to tuck you in and cuddle and place gentle kisses on you to sleep. So even though he loves fighting worthy opponents that gets him turned on, no one can top you— he just loves that matching pj’s set that you tend to wear, with the small pink lace ribbons and the silk fabric, the short and small shorts with the sleeveless top.

Gun told you all about what he does for Charles Choi when he fully trusted you and you guys were already dating, and he didn’t expect you to stay. He was scared to tell you with there being a big chance that you’d freak out and leave him, call the cops, and do other things he wouldn’t have ever wanted you of all people to do to him.

Despite all of his fears and bad expectations of what you might do when you learn of the “bad” side of his, he still has you and always will. He really cant believe that you stayed after everything and still look at him the exact same way you did when you first met him. You somehow still retained the same feelings and love you have for him despite everything— and he is insanely in love with you for that. He loves teasing you about it though.

Going back to the present situation you’re in, you were now walking down the aisle as Gun absolutely stared at you in awe. Enthralled by how amazing you looked in white and how such a gorgeous woman was walking down the aisle to meet eye to eye with him and to hold him hand in hand.

The ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful, flowers of all sorts were surrounding the venue with just the right amount of lights that have been set upon with candles and dim lighting. The details in fabrics, decorations, covers, and even the architecture of the venue was simply incredible.

All of this “extraness” as Gun would call it, was for you. Gun wasn’t the type of person to have such a big wedding despite the small number in guests, but he knew you loved all of the things he had made to be included for the special day.

And even though Gun was relatively smart with his money, he was more than willing to go all out on this short event.

After all the agreements and words that the officiator had asked the two of you, you guys finally reached the most important part of the day, the one you have been dreaming of for who knows how long.

The officiator spoke once again, “Do you, Y/N, take Park Jonggun to be your lawfully wedded husband— To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

You looked deeply into Gun’s eyes, “I do.”

The officiator turned over to Gun, “Park Jonggun, do you take this woman to be your wife— to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?

Gun held eye contact with you with a subtle yet sincere smile, “I do.”

He then carefully placed the beautiful ring on your finger, which was followed with you doing the same with his. Just after that was the unity ceremony which was such a bliss.

Of course, once that had passed, came the pronouncement— After more words and hundreds more that you didn’t pay much mind to, the officiator finally looked at the two of you deeply and stated, “I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And so you guys did kiss, for a pretty long time— With Gun’s hands placed on your waist and one of your hands on his shoulder, and the other nestled against his face. The crowd cheered for the two of you as it all happened.

It was all so, so, so, incredibly divine.

Once the ceremony has ended and the after party was finally about to begin, you kept chatting with the guests, more particularly your closest friends who were also your bridesmaids. It genuinely made them wonder how you could be so in love with someone. The way you talked about him was absolutely adorable considering they’ve met Gun before, and think of him as the luckiest guy on earth, and you as the blindest girl.

And despite not knowing many of Gun’s friends that he invited, they were still so kind to chat with you. They told Gun when he came by that he really was one hell of a lucky guy to have someone so head over heals for him. To which he only agreed with them before he went to attend to the other guests.

“I don’t understand how you could like him so much, he’s garbage..” Goo said as the other guys were talking amongst themselves at the same table you and Goo were at.

“Maybe to you he is— but he is just the sweetest to me, and he’s hot as hell too.” You replied, obviously lost in your thoughts, imagining Gun once again.

“Woman, what the hell do you see in him for him to be considered as sweet? Do you have any idea how much people he’s arranged the organs of?” Goo questioned.

“Oh please, how much have you?”

“Hey. I don’t like getting my hands dirty as much as Gun does.”

“Rightttt..”

Goo came closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Did you know that Gun has liked you before you even attended the same school together..?”

“..What?”

“Yup. You may have been led to believe that you were the first to like him all these years, but he’s just never told you that he’s actually a creepy stalker deep down.”

“You’re bluffing.”

“Nope! And you could figure it out for yourself!” Goo exclaimed.

“Oh please! If he hasn’t told me all this time then he wont tell me now, why don’t you just tell me more about it?”

“Fine, buttt! You can’t tell Gun or even give him hints that I was the one to tell you all this, alright?”

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that,” you replied.

“Alright-y then! I’m guessing you know Gun as someone you became classmates with in the eight grade, and became friends with in the ninth. Butttt, he actually first heard of you in the seventh grade, and although he wasn’t in your school that time, he transferred the next year so that you two could be classmates. He first saw you walking out of that school and he told me all about how pretty you were and how he’d like to be friends with you,” Goo explained.

“I can’t tell if you’re telling the truth or not..”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe, just know that I am telling you the truth and it’s up to you to take it or not.” He said with a smile spread across his face.

Like all things, the wedding eventually came to an end, it may have been short-lived but it was truly memorable. Of course, what comes after the wedding is the honeymoon.

You guys went on a trip to somewhere tropical for your honeymoon, which resulted in Gun wearing almost nothing most of the time, and if he was wearing something, it’d be boxers or swim trunks, or a more formal outfit that just looked sooooo good on him.

There was this one instance where you guys were about to go to bed, and Gun would usually have on some loose pants or shorts, but this time.. He was wearing absolutely nothing, not even boxers or briefs of some sort. He casually walked over to your shared bed while you stared at him.

“Need something, babe?” Gun asked he tucked himself into the blanket you were also tucked in, but you were both still sitting up.

“Well.. No, but um…” You replied nervously, obviously pent up from the view you had right in front of you.

Gun looks at your eyes then down to his naked body (and mind you, you were wearing a cute yet small and slightly revealing matching- sleepwear set), “Hm? You’ve seen me naked countless times before, and it’s not like you’re a virgin.” He teased as he brushed some of your hair to the side.

“Yeah b-but..” You managed to utter as you were still straight up staring at his body, fresh from the shower.

“But what? Does my wife need help with her words?” Gun teased as he leaned in closer to you and slowly lifted up your top to place his hand on your chest. To which you got very tense and nervous.

I’m sure you already know what followed in the next moments..

But moving forward with a few more days that passed, Gun caught you staring— maybe even admiring one of the pictures that you took together recently, specifically zoomed in on him. You hadn’t realized or even noticed his presence so you were just looking at the picture like some teenage girl, obviously crushing on him.. As if you didn’t just get married to him to him last week.

You were cheekily smiling at the picture, even giggling to yourself at some point when you swiped through some of the other pictures of him and you. You just loved him so bad, that even though you had him right with you, you still resorted to pictures. Gun thought that was adorable. The woman he fell in love with, sat on a chair facing away from where he was sneakily stood at, was swiping away at pictures of him when you didn’t even know that you had him wrapped around your finger.

“What’s my dear wife up to this evening?” He spoke out of nowhere, suddenly startling you. This caused you to have the phone slip out of your hands, but he swiftly caught it and took a closer look at the photos you were staring at.

“What are you doing with pictures that you can’t already to with the real deal right beside you?” He asked as you got increasingly nervous by the seconds passed and you were starting to fidget.

“I was just looking at what photos I wanted to keep.. And what I didn’t want to keep, y’know what I mean..?” You replied.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, my dear oh dearest husband,” you said mockingly— “Why are you interrogating me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Little miss stalker,” Gun said as he sat on the chair across from you, obviously enjoying himself.

“Stalke—? Oh wait-! That reminds me,” your husband’s brow rose at your sudden statement, “Your close friend, Jonggoo, told me a little something when him and I were talking during the after party.” You added.

“And that is..?” Gun asked, skeptical of what you might’ve learned, knowing Goo very well.

“Well,” you shuffled around as you tilted your head and finally spoke, “Is it true that you only came to the school I go to in the first place because you saw me walking out there one time and.. yeah—?”

“That bastard— But, yeah. That is true.” He said without a change in expression and emotion.

You gave him a teasing smile and a soft “hehe” as you looked at him. For some reason, finding out that was true only seemed to make you fall in love even more.

“Oh hush, I don’t understand how much a person could like someone—” He said and he stood up to lift you into his arms for teasing him.

“Hey! Why are you carrying me?” You suddenly yelped. He dropped you gently on to the bed and he climbed on top of you.

“Woman, it’s not good to start something you can’t finish.”

“Tsk! My nickname is now woman?” You pouted.

“My apologies then, my wife.” He said somewhat mockingly to which you pouted even more, so he finally said it in a more sincere manner and gave you a kiss.

“Well?” He asked you as you were still in the same position, with him on top you.

“Well what?” You clarified while your eyes shamelessly wandered through his body, flustered with the position you were in and the teasing he was doing to you.

“You’re eyes seem to be wandering yet again, and your cheeks are redder than rubies.. You just never get tired of me, do you? Gun said in a teasing tone as he leaned in closer.

This honeymoon sure as hell will be going on for a long time.

notes: I think ill prolly put out a masterlist and about me post in like a month or two who knows, also this request has been with me for so long 😭 I am so so so sorry to this anon, please forgive me 😵‍💫 Also, I really hope that this wasn’t too bad and can live up to what you were expecting and requesting, I am so sorry if it doesn’t, I really tried 😭 ANDDD I accidentally deleted the actual request because I got a little lost with trying to navigate tumblr because I accidentally clicked the Queue button and yeah.. I don’t think I really proofread this tbh

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months ago

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hellooo I want to see the character's reactions to a teen!reader that almost never cries and who feels their emotions pretty weakly, and usually resorts to humor to cope (ending up in making dark jokes about the characters' pasts, but regretting it after they make it.)

this changes when they read chapter 87/see episode 3 of season 5. suddenly the reader is crying for at least an hour about Akutagawa's death, and they realize who the reader's favourite character is from that lmao.

I'm curious about both before and after they leave their world, but you don't have to write both.

Stoic! Teen! Reader

Self-Aware! Platonic! Akutagawa Ryunosuke x GN! Teen! Reader

Description: They get used to you not being emotional. But, one day, your emotions showed.

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🧥 You weren't an emotional one. They can't recall many moments, of when you were crying over reading about their past. Yes, your voice would tremble, but, no tears were shed.

🧥 They won't say, that you have a dark sense of humor. It's more that you don't think your jokes through. Many jokes would end in you apologizing to them. It was... endearing in its own way. You didn't know, that they were real, yet, you always apologized, if you thought, that you cross the line.

🧥 There was one thing, they wondered about. Who were your favorite among them?

🧥It was an important question to them. Okay, they simply are curious. And they have every reason to be curious! They were planning to make your life good and happy, and knowing who you will be most comfortable talking with, is essential.

🧥 One day...

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The last pages of Chapter 87 faded on the Meeting Room's "otherworldly" screen. You (and them), finished reading it.

They were quiet. Despite the fact, that ever since Karma was spared, the "cannon events" wasn't happening (Pushkin was really happy not to get punched by Fukuzawa and Mori, Kunikida was grateful, that he didn't lose his hands...), it was hard to see them being hurt. Or mortally wounded.

And then, the cry came.

Akutagawa have Higuchi a side eye, but, it wasn't her. A cry came from above.

Then Little Light plopped down on Akutagawa's head, sobbing, hugging his head.

"No. No. No. Please, no."

Despite everyone being alright, Fukuchi felt guilty over something, he didn't do.

Akutagawa tried to per Little Light, calming you down, but, as usual, his fingers passed through Little Light.

He didn't like, that you were sad.

You continue sobbing.

Gin coughed.

"Well... At least... We knew, who is Guiding Light's favorite... Ango-san, get the camera. Guiding Light are in dire need of more cards of my brother."

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🧥 You cried for an hour. Later, when you open BSD Mayoi app, a few dozens new Akutagawa cards waited for you. Akutagawa felt, that they made you happy. You also changed all your cards in team selection and home screen to his cards.

🧥 During the next chapters, you were quieter, than usual. When, in manga, Bram turned Akutagawa into a vampire, you let out a hopeful

"Maybe... Akutagawa will be alright..."

Akutagawa was glad, that you felt better. And Bram apologized to him. Despite not doing anything to him.

🧥 When Episode 3 of Season 5 came out, you cried again over Akutagawa's fate. Fukuchi apologized again. And was planning to apologize to you.

🧥 And then, the day of their arrival came.

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The day was wild.

You were doing your homework, when your phone's screen started glowing white. And then, BSD Cast appeared in your room.

You spent the next ten minutes jumping from being confused to apologizing for making dark jokes. Everyone just laughed it off. Then, Fukuchi stepped forward.

"[Y/N], I want to apologize for what happened with Akutagawa in the manga."

You stay quiet. You nodded, scanning the room with your gaze. Akutagawa was here, well and unharmed. Human.

You felt your cheeks burning up. Akutagawa must have heard you crying over Chapter 87. And then over Episode 3.

You shyly looked at your feet. You didn't know what to say next. Then you felt a warm hand on the top of your head.

Akutagawa spoke.

"Hey, [Y/N], don't be sad. I am alright. And I promise that both you and I and all of us will be alright. You believe me?"

You nodded.

For now, you didn't know, that Akutagawa mentally add 'little sibling' at the end of his little speech.

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calcifiedunderland · 1 year ago

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Mirror, Mirror, Speak to Me~

or, Encounters of a Disney-aware Prefect ft. Vil Schoenheit

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Hiii this is my first fic in a while, hope you like it I’m totally not nervous ahaha

SFW, no warnings. Please enjoy~

Reader is Prefect/Yuu, uses they/them pronouns.

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This was the fourth time today that Vil had to remind himself to relax his brow, before he got wrinkles.

First, he woke up and saw a brand new, bright red dot in the very middle of his forehead, undoubtedly thanks to stressing out over meeting you today. After he heaped on concealer and foundation to cover the nasty thing, his new heels he’d just bought snapped off just as he was about to leave the dorm. Third, while he was trying to put on a new pair of heels, some graceless first year slammed into him. They only spilled their alchemy potion homework over his carefully picked outfit that you would’ve undoubtedly complimented him, and also faceplanted his makeup all over the wall.

And now there was a smear of his carefully-applied makeup on the wall, his nose hurt, and his ego was about to shatter.

And fourth, but worst of all, he now had to stand you up because of some impromptu dorm head meeting. You, who had to deal with him and his antics during VDC. And his stupid jealousy of Neige. And his training regimen for the crew. And not to mention his overblot-

The two of you couldn’t pass a day without arguing in your dusty Ramshackle living room. Even still, it felt like aeons ago when he was nagging you about something-or-other, and you were yelling back. You were infuriating, but somehow it was nice to finally meet someone who didn’t see Vil Schoenheit the actor, world-class supermodel, and housewarden for Pomefiore. Someone who challenged him despite his authority and skill, someone who questioned him. Somehow, you pushed him to be better than he was already, but only after his overblot did he realize what you’d done for him.

And somewhere along the way, he started liking your presence, after you two warmed up to each other. Little things, like asking for your help in film club, to managing Epel, brought you closer. Until it finally came to taking you on a day-trip to his father’s movie set in the Shaftlands on a not-date date. Taking you out was the least he could do. He was taking you out to show you how film-making is done. And after he’d take you shopping. And maybe you’d notice the nice shade of red lipstick he’d bought and his eyeshadow to make his eyes pop and you’ll compliment him and you’ll tell him the things he wanted to hear from you oh-so badly—

He pinched the bridge of his nose, just as Epel poked his head into his room, dressed in his Spelldrive gear.

“Hey Vil, Rook wanted me to get you for the dorm meeting.” Vil stood and walked with him, meeting Rook at the hall of mirrors. His vice housewarden smiled at him.

“Bonjour mon roi, I see you’re as elegant as ever!” Vil’s brow twitched as Rook smiled innocently at him, reading him immediately. “Shall we head off? Afterwards, you can meet sa tricksteur for your little get-together.”

“Ya mean f’r his date?” Epel’s eyes widened as Vil glared at him, “I’m merely showing the prefect how film-producing is done. Besides, I haven’t seen my father since winter break, and unless you want to help me direct and edit the next movie in the Film Club-“

“You needn’t take the prefect all the way to the Shaftlands just to teach them about movie-making,” Rook pointed out, “you could just teach them. And isn’t your father’s set very close to some shopping centers you mentioned you wanted to take them to?”

Rook’s eyes narrowed and he smiled deviously. “You’re wearing your Tenebrés heels from monsieur mastermind and the lipstick the trickster said they liked on you. Not to mention, your pupils widened when you mentioned them.” Rook leaned in, grin widening. “Is visiting your father all you will be doing? ”

Epel smirked at Vil’s blank expression, adding “‘n when did they start bein’ prefect an’ not potato?”

Vil’s face felt hot. “Let’s go, Rook.”

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Vil’s going to be late.

You frowned at your phone, staring at the message.

Good morning (y/n), the headmaster called for a quick housewarden meeting. It shouldn’t take too long, I sincelerelt apologize for the delay. I’ll be there soon.

-V.S.

You sighed and pushed open the doors of to the Mirror Chamber. You’d agreed to meet Vil here and take the Mirror to the Shaftlands after getting permission from Crowley, but you didn’t even see the message until now. And now you had time to kill until Vil arrived.

The Mirror Chamber looked strange while it was empty. The room was lit by the ever-burning green flame torches, but it still looked ominous. Probably thanks to the big-ass mirror with a face looming in front of you.

You looked at it. You vaguely remembered your life before NRC, barely a few months ago but still hazy to your memory. You remember crouching in front of a television, watching an animated movie with jaunty music play.

A black-haired girl in a blue and yellow dress singing to a well. A man with a feather in his cap, brandishing a dagger and a wooden box. A beautiful woman with a crown and a black cape sneering at her, then with a flourish of her robes marching to…

A mirror?

You frowned, plopping in front of the mirror. The dark voids of its ‘eyes’ stared emptily. She said something to the mirror. Mirrors can talk? What did she say to it?

Your head hurt as you remembered the dreams you had leading up to Vil’s overblot. That woman looked too much like the Fairest Queen. But that mirror can’t be the same.

What did she say to the mirror?

You thought for a long moment, then mumbled awkwardly “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

The Mirror loomed silently, not even regarding you. Well, you thought, the mirror isn’t really on a wall. It’s… floating?

Something about your wording still didn’t feel right. You shut your eyes and laid on the floor, trying to remember the Queen’s words.

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?

That sounded right, but you’d have to reword it to be true. You thought for a moment, then spoke slowly, “Magic mirror in front of me, who would the fairest of them all be?”

The Mirror remained silent, and you laughed to yourself, “of course the mirror wouldn’t talk, it was just some drea-“

“Eyes bright as the starry sky,” the Mirror intoned,

“Heart kind as the mountain tall.

Mind broad as the clouds are high,

Thou, (y/n), are fairest of them all.”

Congrats, Mirror. You broke the (y/n).

How the fuck did you get the mirror to speak to you? You thought it only spoke to the headmaster that was just a stupid rhyme from my dream why did that-

Your mouth felt dry. Why did that work?

You stared at the Mirror. Now it’s void-like eyes seemed to look back at you and regard you. Not just a magicless prefect now, huh?

Was that just a dream? Was that just a movie you watched when you were younger? Five different dreams relating to Seven couldn’t be a coincidence. Why did it feel like you knew those stories? Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy???

Your mouth opened but before you could speak, your phone buzzed at your thigh. You flicked your screen and picked up the call, swallowing thickly and tried to act as if a Mirror didn’t call you fairest-of-them-all while you talked to the dude who overblotted over it.

“H-hey Vil, the meeting ended?”

Vil walked as fast as he could, heels clicking. “Yes, I’m heading to the Mirror Chamber,” he flicked open a compact mirror with his other hand, “have you been waiting long? I’m sorry.” Yes. His makeup stayed pristine.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you soon,” you hung up just as Vil swung the door open. You smiled at him. Was his makeup more on-point today?

“Ready to go?” He offered you his arm, which you took. “Yeah…” you regarded the mirror again. It stared blankly into the distance. Vil seemed to notice your stare, and he smiled sadly.

“You know, I think you’d like the Shaftlands,” he said softly, “where I grew up. The mountains where Jack and I used to play are beautiful. The sky is clear, and when the Aurora appears, it’s breathtaking. Jack and I used to cloud watch too,” he chuckled at the memory while you reeled from what the Mirror told you. Vil noted your arm tightening on his, and he patted you, “don’t be nervous. You’ll like it.”

That’s not why I’m nervous, you smiled at him, calming yourself. “I’m excited, don’t worry.”

With that, he turned to the Mirror and in a voice as authoritative as the Queen in your dream, said “Take us to the Shaftlands.”

The glass swirled and as you stepped into the cobblestoned streets of the Shaftlands, you pushed your encounter to the back of your mind. After all, your own Queen needed all your attention now. <3

Besides, what could some dusty old mirror know?

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Hi!! i hope this wasn’t too ooc, I had this idea for a while and the twst brain rot is real so I thought I’d write it. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, id love to know what you guys think 😄✨

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hueningsloverr · 4 months ago

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౨ৎ love !

pairing: huening kai x reader summary: you spent a while thinking love isn't real until someone makes you reconsider word count: 0.5k tw: allusions to sa (never fully mentioned simply hinted at) extra: i'm back (how longs it been?)

love wasn't real - at least not according to you in january of your freshman year of high school. you had just broken up with your boyfriend, your first boyfriend. it wasn't working out, and the stress of school and trying to maintain a healthy relationship was getting to you.

he didn't take it well.

he was able to prove love wasn't a real thing because overnight the love he harbored for you turned to hate, and suddenly all your friends had you marked as public enemy number one.

love wasn't any realer two months later when the only boy - only person - you had been able to trust locked you in a closet. whoever came up with the name 'seven minutes in heaven' clearly had the wrong idea about which part of the afterlife that game originated from.

but then huening kai came along. he was different, something you noticed from the start. at first it was subtle, the way he smiled, listened, and understood everything. then it was how treated people with genuine kindness, and the way he was able to make everyone feel seen.

it took time for you to let your guard down. in your eyes, why would kai be any different? but he was patient, far too patient for a teenage boy. he didn't push or pry, he simple existed. when you struggled with your homework, he was there to help. when you felt overwhelmed by the whispers and the gossip, he was there to distract you with stories and jokes. when you felt like you couldn’t trust anyone, he was there, proving trust wasn’t something that needed to be earned, but something that could be given freely.

the first time you realized you might actually care for him was on a rainy afternoon in april. you were soaked and miserable, and he showed up with an umbrella and your favorite hot drink, having somehow known exactly where you’d be.

as he walked you home, you felt something shift inside you. it wasn’t sudden, like a bolt of lightning. it was slow, like the blooming of a flower after the frost fades.

with kai, love didn’t feel like the cliche battlefield. it felt like coming home.

it was in the quiet moments, the shared laughter, the understanding looks. it was in the way he respected your boundaries, never pushing for more than you were willing to give. it was in the way he supported your dreams, encouraged your passions, celebrated your victories, and comforted you in your defeats.

love with kai wasn’t about grand gestures or dramatic declarations. it was about consistency, about showing up day after day, about choosing each other even when it wasn’t easy.

trust, respect, and genuine affection.

it was about friendship that blossomed into something more, something deeper.

and for the first time, you realized maybe love was real.

maybe it was just a matter of finding the right person to share it with. and maybe, just maybe, that person was kai.

a/n: completely based off of my high school experience and the love i wish to one day find

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kel-lance · 8 months ago

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TAAOTJJK FIC MASTERLIST

Most are nsfw so in general NO MINORS but I’ve got a lot planned out and seemed I work best when ovulating 😭 so updates may be hectic but I would encourage donations as I got fired for protesting and boycotting bc my job was invisibly helping 🇮🇱 so I’m glad I’m out of there but finding a job where I’m at is hella hard. I’m just tryna keep my 4 cats comfy. Anything helps thank you for reading!

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Mafia AU (up to 19 ch planned out) TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise: You’re a floater, just loving life as free as you want, until you decided to rob the wrong person. Now there’s confusion after Sukuna takes u back to his place after taking u in that alleyway. After that you just start moving through the gangs due to internal disputes. Shit just gets wild. (Almost everyone has a turn)

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Team bonding (up to 5 ch planned out) - TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more———-

Premise: Sukuna takes over Yuuji’s body, takes u in front of everyone, and threatens them that if they don’t do their homework with you, he’s gonna show u how he wants it. (He instructs everyone to play w u and keep it away from yuuji as his little game.)

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Movie night (up to 9 ch planned out) Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship,

Premise: u host a movie night with Megumi Toge Yuuji and yuta. You’ve already been seeing them all but never had them altogether like this before. No one’s gonna be watching the movie.

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Yandere Gojo (3/3 parts) TW ——-MDNI—-DDDR——- kidnapping, dc/nc, abuse, cream pie, ownership, etc. ————

Premise: I forgot but he’s mean

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Eyeless Gojo: TW ———Warnings: mention of death, blood, killing, morally grey, slight mind control, Gojo just reacting to his cptsd in this universe, slight grooming (adults ideals on Gojo and their children), mindbreak, yandere(?)———————-

Premise: Going back to the start of their first year, meeting, processing, feeling, learning, loving, it’s all new and too much for Gojo. He’s more pathetic and lost and needs Geto, and Geto is even more frayed from the ideals surrounding his best friend. Geto gets into gojos head, so he takes out what people think make him Gojo and not himself.

Prequel:

Part 1

One shots: (TW)

Stepdad Nanami: ——MDNI——GROOMING, not really incest, Age gap, manipulation, broken home, slut shaming (at ur mom lol), drug mention

Premise: Your mom starts dating this guy and he’s nicer than anyone she’s ever kept around, really nice. The best even, sucks how they’re getting married. (Until they split for part 2.)

Divorce Lawyer Hiromi: Warnings: MDNI, Age Gap, StepDad mention, Public, exhibitionism, idk have fun. (Pt 2^^)

Premise: Your stepdads too busy for u but he brought his lawyer home. For work right? Or for you?

Quickie w Yuta: -- Warnings: MDNI!! DC/NC, exhibitionism, cream pie, humiliation, manipulation, ownership, etc...

Premise: Yuta’s some boyfriend.

Tutor Gojo: ——MDNI——WARNINGS: DUBCON/NONCON, implied prof/student relationship, bullying, degradation, blackmail, a few more ——MDNI——

Premise: Gojo overhears that you need a tutor

Sub!Choso: MDNI——collars leashes whip’s edging stomping humiliation blindfolds restraints gags overstimulation pegging taunting slapping blood play period sex {all mentioned}

Premise: He walks in on your date (sub!Nanami) and begs for his own collar.

Yandere?!Yuta: Wrote this months ago and don’t want to reread or fix it up but I feel there should be some warnings though I wouldn’t really know what they’d be other than lying? (NEW)

You decide: (finished)

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emsgwenstan · 9 months ago

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Holding on to our family

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader.}

Words: 2k

Warnings: flashbacks, angst, hurt.

Note/summary: after Larissa’s death, y/n heads back to nevermore to tie some loose end or attempt to anyway.

2 miles to Jericho. That’s it. You know how far the township is from the airport like the back of your hand, but for the first time you wish you didn’t because then the sickening feeling wouldn’t be so prominent. You remember the first time you traveled to Vermont from London, you were 14 and she happily greeted you at the station in Burlington.

The sun was unwelcomly shining and casting rays through the branches, she loved the sun, the shadows whipping over the car from the ungodly speed you were doing. “Auntie lissa I’m scared.” You said. “Just go slow sweetheart, I’ll tell you when to change gears.” She smiled. “Ok, oh my- don’t you get scared passing other cars!” You shrieked. “You will be fine just concentrate on your side of the road. I promise you will be ok.” She said. And you believed her. If only she could see you now.

Passing by the Jericho sign you slowed down to take the turn off for nevermore’s drive way. ‘12 minutes’, you thought opting not to speed trying to drag it out for as long as you can. Once the iron gates came into view, your heart paced quicker. The nostalgia filled your senses as you recall how your nevermore days were the best of your life, you had friends, you did well in school, you had the privilege of having a single dorm with your own space and privacy and it was all thanks to her.

Larissa was the one who helped you on your darkest days, lightest and every other one in between, it started from the day you were born, your mother was absent and you father was always busy with his company and running off with his abundance of secretaries. She is- well was your fathers sister, your aunt consequently, but you forgot that most of the time, she was more like both the parents you needed in one, every holiday she would come back to the uk and visit, doing everything she possibly could, like teaching you to drive.

Putting the car in park in the lot that displays ‘reserved for principle L.W.’ You stepped out, the whole 6 feet of you, plus the extra inches from the heels you had on, straightened your blazer, did up the button then smoothed out your signature Weems, platinum blonde hair. The cobblestone clacking the whole trek, as expected once you rounded the corner many eyes set on your figure, students and teachers all going quiet and whispering to each other. Some you still remember.

Not stopping until you climbed the stairs to her office you made it on top of the mezzanine, your eyes flicked to her hanging portrait on one of the far walls. Pacing to the painting you admired it for a moment before you slid it aside to retrieve the spare key. For the first time in two years you stepped through the threshold of her office, it felt weird, wrong, the fire wasn’t alight, her laptop wasn’t resting on top of her desk, but everything else remained in exact place as the last time you saw it.

You walked around the desk to sit in her chair, just like you had many times before. “Here my sweet, sit here, it will be easier to do your homework.” She’d say. “Thanks lissa, you’re not leaving though?” You asked. “No, I am done for the day, but I’ll be right here on the lounge reading for a bit.” She said coming to stand behind your place in her chair, she pressed a kiss to the top of your head and walked over to lay down with her heels removed and legs slung over the edge of the couch. How you missed her.

As you sat tears started to well in your eyes, you discarded your sunglasses tossing them onto the table and rubbed at your eyes. Just then the door rang with a gentle knock. “Y/n?” A small voice asked as the door cracked open. Lifting your head from your hand a small smile graced your face. “Enid, hi.” You said standing, walking over to her with open arms. “I wasn’t sure if you’d come up here.” She said coming into your embrace. “Yeah well I had to some time.” You said. “I missed you.” She huffed into your chest. “I missed you to little lycan.” You said pulling back with wet eyes and a sniff. “Heeyyy, I love the hair.” You said groggily playing with the pink and blue tips. “Thanks.” She said sadly.

A moment went by when she spoke again. “I miss her too.” She said looking around the room. “Yeah.” You mumbled. A noise emanated through the door, you looked at Enid quizzically. “Um that’s Wednesday.” She said spinning on the spot and going to open the door, the girl really was like a storm cloud, literally black and white, just like how Larissa had explained. “Hello Wednesday.” You greeted. She peered at you unblinking until she looked you up and down. You extended a hand for her to shake and hesitantly she did so. “Y/n Weems, I’m Larissa’s niece.” You explained. “She told me a lot about you… don’t worry I don’t bite.” You said looking at Enid. “Well biting isn’t really a worry for you I suppose is it.” You said trying to ease the awkwardness. The look on Enid’s face was priceless, completely red. Wednesday on the other hand her scowl dropped immediately. “Hey that’s what happens when your added to this one’s close friends story on instagram.” You said giggling.

“You look like her.” Wednesday spoke, most likely her way of a shot at a compliment. “Thanks.” You said. “Ok wens we should go now.” Enid said dragging Wednesday behind her. “Horrified to meet you Wednesday.” You said, she peered over her shoulder and smirked, that gave you hope in possibly being on her good side. The door closes behind them and you paced to the middle of the room. ‘Guess I should consolidate with the staff.’ You thought with a sigh. “You will be fine, I know you don’t like talking to people but I’ll be right there the whole time, just waiting in the car.” She said. “I’m so nervous.” You expressed fixing your necklace in the mirror. “I know but you will feel so happy and relieved when you’re done.” She said standing behind you giving a squeeze to your shoulders. “What if they say they don’t want me as an employee?” You asked. “They would be silly not to consider you.” She said guiding you towards the door. In the end you got your first job at the mayor’s office as the receptionist, all thanks to the encouragement of her.

A while later finally finished meeting and greeting a few of the staff to let them know you will be staying for the week, all of them looked at you sympathetically as if they felt sorry for you, but you knew even when Larissa didn’t express it, that not one of them knew her or even cared enough try take some of the schools stress off her. You saw how it would take a toll, how tired she would be but never gave up and she never gave up on you. “Try again.” She nodded. You shifted for the second time and became the spitting image of your father. “Oh dear-.” She laughed, you cackled at the situation. “Out of everyone to pick.” She continued to laugh. “Ok your turn auntie lissa.” Your 15 year old self said shifting back to yourself and perching on her bed.

You hadn’t bothered to go backdown to the car and bring up your bags yet, when you return into the office you go straight to her quarters door. That damn door, how a piece of wood can be so imposing is beyond you, although once the door is unlocked and the hinges creak open you may never walk back out. You slid the key into the hole and twisted until it unlocked, you lent up against the architrave and observed the room, again everything in its place. Pacing inside you went and flopped on her bed, toeing off your heels and kicking them off the mattress, you snatched one of her pillows and hold it to yourself curling your legs up towards your stomach.

For the next hour you laid in the same position hugging onto the pillow like a life line, her sent still remaining. Pachouli, bergamot, vanilla and almost the faint smell of English breakfast tea. You scrolled through the photos in your phone’s gallery, seeing the ones from when you were born and an early twenties Larissa holding you, looking down at you as if her whole world just lit up. The timeline continued on all the way up to your early graduation from college, with Larissa holding onto your waist and you with an arm slung around her shoulders. You turn off your phone and break down sobbing into the pillow.

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Two days have passed and all you had done is go through Larissa’s photos, clothes, trinkets and make up. You would take one piece of jewellery and wear it during the day just to feel a little bit closer to her, then when night came you would place it back in the exact spot you had taken it from. Nothing was boxed or packed, you couldn’t find it within you to place her things in a crammed space and send them home, this is what she has to show for her life and packing it away didn’t feel like an option.

Over the next two days you hung out with Wednesday and Enid, taking them into town, going to the weathervane, or just for a drive. You never really noticed how much you missed nevermore until now, unless perhaps it wasn’t the school that you truly missed, the memories are bittersweet, only now do they feel tarnished and painful, nevertheless it’s nice to know that you have a home a true home that comes with a chosen family, on the outings with the girls you were mistaken for being Enid’s older sister, to which you’d correct, though the mistake can be made since she’s 16 and you 23, only 7 years apart.

Returning back to school grounds you opted for a walk down to the lake, it felt like just yesterday you had won the Poe cup, having Larissa cheer you on from the side lines. You remember that even before you celebrated with your team you ran straight to her and embraced her with a joyful scream. It was nearing dawn and you decided to go back to your- her room, where you could use sleep as a procrastination.

“Larissa I’m an adult I can do anything I want!” You yelled. “Yes daring I know that but-.” She began. “No! Stop trying to keep me here, I want to go and experience things myself, I will not be rooted in one place like you, I actually need a life!” You exclaimed. Larissa straightened up and cleared her face of hurt emotions, turning into a stern look. “Fine.” She said. Your stomach churned. How disappointed she is. However you stuck it out and left, but before you could reach the door Larissa stopped you and wrapped her arms around your neck and breathed an I love you, one you didn’t return.

You sat up straight in bed gasping as the memory fades from your eyes, you look around to see the dimly lit room still and quiet through watery vision. “I’m sorry.” You whispered into the room. “I’m so so sorry… I love you too, I love you so much.” You said with your voice breaking and your throat sore. It displayed 3:02am on the clock resting on the bedside, you dragged yourself up and out of the tangled sheets to make a tea for yourself wrapping a blanket over your shoulders and back to keep warm.

With the beverage in hand you sat on the floor leaning against the end of the bed in front of the fire place, you were exhausted, the loop of the memory on repeat making every run through more painful. It was true the whole thing was real, you had been irrationally irritable that day, when you visited Larissa to tell her you were thinking of travelling alone across the world, the worst part was that Larissa was the one who actually encouraged you to travel and explore but to be careful and safe and yet you threw her support and generosity and care back in her face as if she were a monster.

It only took 2 weeks until you were back in contact with one another, Larissa was relieved to know you were ok and you were relieved she forgave you as well as listened to every ‘I’m sorry’ you had to offer. Turns out going back to London to pack and prepare without her wasn’t fun or adventurous at all, if you were to do something, anything, you wanted to share the experience with her, because Larissa wasn’t just your aunt, no, she was practically your mother, roll model and your best friend. That was the last time you visibly saw her, two whole years ago, you would do anything to go back and wrap yourself around her frame and never let her go.

With the tea finished and cup discarded, you went back to bed in hopes of a restful sleep, but of course you weren’t that lucky. The next morning you felt tired and drained in every way, you spent the day walking the grounds, visiting Ophelia hall to see Wednesday and Enid, and finally ending the day with sitting on the floor of Larissa’s walk in closet to flip through the box she kept her year book, newspaper clippings and sentimental things, but it wasn’t just hers it was your things to, the nevermore newspaper from 6 years ago when you had been early excepted into a prestigious university, the hair clips she would put in your hair every time she came to visit when you were little, Polaroids from over the years and dated notes from significant days in the past.

“Y/n, are you ok sweetheart?” She asked looking up at you from her arm chair in the corner of her room. “Yeah…” you said quietly, looking down. “I wanna tell you something.” You murmured. Larissa slotted the bookmark in between the pages of her book and gave you her undivided attention, you pulled out a piece of paper and gave it to her to unfold. “I can’t say it.” You said pacing about the room. You could hear her unfolding the paper and the silence that followed, but a giggle interrupted the raging thoughts in your mind. “Oh darling… that’s ok, that’s wonderful, you shouldn’t be afraid to tell me such a thing. Come here.” She said, you turned and walked to her with your head down, as you sat lightly on her lap snuggled into her chest and tightly wrapped arms, she spoke again. “I love you no matter who or what you love, if you’re interested in girls or boys, vampires or werewolves I don’t mind……. can I tell you a secret?” She asked. “Yeah.” Larissa inhaled and slowly exhaled before she whispered in your ear. “Really?!” You said sitting upright. “Mhmm.” She smiled. “Oh, I was wondering why you didn’t like that nice man we spoke to at the grocery store the other day.” You said, in response Larissa laughed.

11/5/2019- y/n came out to me!

You traced her cursive handwriting at the bottom of the note you handed to her that day with a smile and placed it back in the box as well as putting the lid back on. Standing back up and turning the light off, you had a strange feeling that something wasn’t right, but ignored it. You grabbed the blanket from the bed and threw it over yourself going towards the office to turn off the lamps and stoke the fire before a knock on the door was heard. Walking over to it you opened the door to be met with one of the staff holding a few papers.

“Evening y/n, these were dropped off this afternoon, I thought I should bring them to you… sorry it’s late and I interrupted.” She said holding out the stack. “No it’s ok Melanie, I appreciate that thank you.” You said taking papers. “You have a relaxing night.” She said turning on her heels to leave. “You too.” You said closing the door. Wonderful, just what you wanted, letters with principal applicants, schedules of new school developments, an obituary form and a mediocre memorial service for Larissa. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You said. Somehow you internally corrected yourself with the word ‘language’ as if you could hear the statement about to come from her.

Another knock, you rolled your eyes. “Come in.” Nothing but a stretch of silence. “Melanie, if you forgot to tell me something you can come in.” You said walking back to the door. Nothing could have prepared you for what lye behind it, you opened the door and the wind was knocked from you lungs. No. This isn’t real. “Wow, I’m going insane.” You said peering into those bright cerulean eyes, dropping the blanket from your shoulders. When her hand extended to cup your cheek, almost immediately tears ran down your cheeks. “You’re not real.” You breathe. She stepped closer to run her other hand over your hair. You could feel her. You could see her. You could smell her.

You stood still as if you could blink to hard and she’d be gone. “Hello my darling girl.” She said with a smile. As brief as it may be and as much as you didn’t want to you rubbed your eyes knowing she will be gone in a moment trying to flea from this torment…and yet her grip stayed prominent, her smell still lingers and her form remained. You were in pure shock, you brought your shaking hands to her face to trace at it just to be sure. She was there, she was here, she was home and she was finally back exactly where she’s supposed to be, with you.

“I have a lot to explain, but firstly…” she began. “I love you.”

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year ago

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Bloodstained Sandbags

whumptober day 1 : bloody knuckles

pairing: eddie diaz x reader

characters: eddie diaz, fem!reader, christopher diaz, evan buckley, scott (oc)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, nightmares, panic attacks, crying, blood, disassociation, SA (not in vivid detail, but it is spoken about), language, caretaking, PTSD, resetting a dislocated shoulder, talks of therapy, mentions of underground fighting, please tell me if i missed any

word count: ~5.6k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

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summary: healing is draining and you're trying everything you can to stay afloat... can a new workout routine help keep you above water as you support eddie through his trauma while you work through your own?

You really thought that when Eddie started working at the dispatch center, things were going to get better for you. You thought you would sleep better, your nightmares fading away as you always had your protector next to you now. You were safe, no one could hurt you with Eddie at your side.

But it didn’t seem to matter, because you couldn’t close your eyes without being back in that damn break room – the break room you no longer set foot in.

It was like even though you knew you were safe with Eddie… a sick, twisted part of you kept reminding you that Eddie wouldn’t always be there to protect you.

And the thing was, Eddie had no idea.

No idea that you were struggling. That for months you were feeling sick to your stomach everytime you got up to get ready for work. That you wanted his touch but had a mini panic attack every time he touched you when you weren’t expecting it.

But he had no idea what happened to you either. You were afraid to tell him. Afraid he’d leave you, though logically you knew he would never do that.

Except there wasn’t a good time to tell him, either. He was having a hard time with his PTSD and you were doing the best you could to help him while also trying to keep yourself above water.

Which is why you started going to the gym… The sweating, the adrenaline, all of it just made you feel stronger.

And that’s where you picked up on learning to fight, you wanted to be ready. Ready to protect yourself or Christopher if the situation presented itself and Eddie wasn’t around.

You sighed as you walked into yours and Eddie’s apartment, your body stiff and sore from your workout. You managed to scrape your knuckles just a little bit too but it wasn’t too noticeable.

You hung your purse up and set your gym bag down. “Eddie? Chris?”

You heard Eddie’s voice come from the kitchen. “We’re in here, Honey!”

You smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing them at the table. “How are my boys?” You went over and kissed them both on the head, “I’m sorry if I made you wait, I got really in the zone at the gym and the traffic was a monster.”

“Oh it’s no problem, I was just getting started on the veggies. Why don’t you go shower and it should be ready by the time you're done,” Eddie said as he stood and kissed the side of your head before returning to cutting the vegetables.

You nodded at him before ruffling Chris’s hair, “Do you have any homework you need help with?” He nodded, “Yeah, math stuff.” “Alrighty, I’ll help you after dinner, okay?” “Okay.”

Smiling, you kissed his head again before going to take a shower.

Once you went into the bathroom, you were all too ready to peel the sweaty gym clothes off of you.

Your leggings peeled off with a wet sound, and if someone heard it they would have thought that you jumped into the ocean with your clothes on. The collar of your cutout t-shirt was soaked enough that you could ring it out. Your sports bra was practically the same way.

“I went way harder than I thought…” you mumbled to yourself as you dropped your clothes into a pile and checked the temperature of your shower.

Scalding hot, just like you liked it.

You stepped under the water, wincing slightly at the initial bite of the heat on your skin. But as you stood there under the water both the heat and pressure seemed to massage your muscles, allowing you to relax.

The shower was the only way you could get a massage, it was the only place you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable.

And you never went to a masseuse at all because Eddie was enough. But now, after everything that happened, the idea of being pinned under someone with your back exposed and their hands on you like that could send you into a panic attack.

He had tried once after he started his therapy sessions, realizing he had been neglecting you and wanted to help you work out the soreness of your muscles.

But you were fighting a panic attack the whole time. You had to hold a conversation with him and ask him to not put his full weight on you. He cooperated without question of course and then you sat and chatted about your day.

Though you haven’t let him do it since, fearing that you would be able to hold it together and freak out on him.

Showers were your source of muscle relaxation. So that’s why you stood there, water pressure on pulse and heat turned up to hell.

When you felt satisfied, you turned the temperature down and finished your shower, ending with a cold rinse just to soothe your skin before getting out and getting dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Eddie’s shirts then joining the boys for dinner.

Eddie watched you wash dishes with a smile on his face as he leaned against the fridge.

He had cleaned out the sink, putting plates, bowls, utensils, and cups into the dishwasher while you were helping Chris with homework. But now you were working on pots and pans because they just didn’t fit in the dishwasher with the other things, often needing to be washed separately – and that took too long for your liking.

So after getting Chris settled down in his room, Eddie came back to watch you, wanting to spend alone time with you since you rarely got that lately.

Not that he was necessarily mad about it, he respected boundaries when and where you set them – no questions asked.

But he was pulled to action when he heard you wince, taking a step and a half to meet you as you turned for a towel.

“What happened?” Eddie asked, holding your hand as you dabbed it dry, wincing as you did so.

You shook your head, not answering him as you took the towel away to blow on the raw skin of your busted knuckles. You had gotten lemon juice and salt on them from cleaning the cutting board you had used this morning, and it hurt like a bitch.

Eddie froze for a second. Where had you gotten bruised and scraped up knuckles from? You hadn’t had those this morning…

In a quick scan, he checked you over for injuries. If you had a bruised cheekbone or black-eye that he somehow missed during dinner. But you were clean, so he could cross fight off the list.

“Nena… what happened?”

His voice was gentle as he took the towel away from you and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He was worried, because last time he started coming home with busted knuckles he was underground fighting…

But you wouldn’t do that? Would you?

“I was at the gym and I scraped it, not a big deal.”

He nodded and rubbed his thumb gently over it. “Let me finish the dishes.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Eddie was going to finish the dishes, and he wasn’t going to argue.

You sighed and moved out of the way, letting him take over but you didn’t leave and instead wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. After your day at work and then going so hard at the gym, you need this comfort. The domesticity of it all, the safety of it all.

Over the next few weeks things seemed to be getting a little better. Sure, you were still having nightmares and coming home with slightly bruised knuckles but Eddie’s surprise touches didn’t spook you anymore. You were also considering becoming more intimate with Eddie again as he seemed to be doing better as well and was seeking out the contact again.

Things were just slowly coming back to normal, well as normal as the could be, but things were getting better

But then something happened at work, and it set all of your progress back.

You were walking to your desk from the supply closet with more file folders, since you were doing some re-organizing and needed new ones, when you bumped into someone.

They caught you before you fell, steadying you with their hands on your waist. Huffing out a surprised laugh, you looked up to thank them but you nearly choked on air when you saw whose hands were on you.

Panic shot through you like lightning and you put distance between you and Scott immediately, not caring if it was rude or not.

“Woah, Y/N, you okay?” He asked, but the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips told you that he knew the answer.

How could you be okay? After not seeing him that up close for months, then all of a sudden his hands are on you again and you’re back to being the weak little girl you were in the break room that night.

“S-S-Scott, I-I thought you were um late shift?” You stuttered, your eyes looking for escapes to your desk in your periphery.

He put a hand in his pocket nonchalantly, attempting to lure you into a false sense of security, that that side of his body was safe to escape through – it wasn’t.

“Oh, I am, but I decided to come in on a Saturday. I needed another day on my paycheck since I took a day off this week.”

You nodded, jaw setting and grinding your back teeth together as you tried to avoid looking at his face. “I see. Well Scott, if you’ll excuse me I need to get… get back to my desk.” You cursed yourself for starting so confident but then losing it as the breath just slowly got pulled from your lungs.

Scott just smirked. He could see the fear in your eyes and the cottonmouth you were getting just being in his presence. He thrived on it, knowing that corporate wasn’t going to follow up on the claim you made to HR and that you weren’t in a great position to quit so you had to stay for just a little longer.

But he just caught you one unlucky night where you had to stay late to finish a project, considering you didn’t work the night hours because you usually needed to be home with Chris because Eddie was working a shift. The one time Buck was off you took advantage of it and stayed late to catch up.

And you haven’t stayed late since…

“Oh, by all means, don’t let me stop you, I was just on my way to get some coffee.”

You were trying so hard not to clam up and just bolt to your desk and pack up. But you calmly nodded and just squatted down to pick up the folders you dropped.

You hated having your back to him and your hands shook furiously as you collected the pale yellow folders.

“You look like you could use a break, why don’t you join me?” Scott’s voice was right in your ear. It was low and raspy as his hand gripped your shoulder.

Trying your best to just shrug it off, you shook your head. “No, I’m alright. I need to get back to work.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, “I insist.” His voice was demanding as his fingers curled around your joint and dug into your collarbone.

Instantly your arm shot up and pushed him off you. “I said no.”

You scooped up the remaining folders and dignity and went toward your desk. Just to have fingers curled around your wrist and pulling you back into a hard chest.

“I’m trying to be nice and you’re being a bitch.”

Rolling your lips between your teeth, you tried to yank your wrist away – twisting and pulling at his grip to get him to let go. “You just don’t know how to understand the word ‘no’. I don’t want coffee, I just want to go to my desk.”

You swallowed, finally looking in his eyes, shredding any last dignity you had. “Please Scott… you got what you wanted, just leave me alone… please…”

The canines he bared as he smiled wide made you sick to your stomach, but as he opened his mouth to speak his attention was pulled away and you took that chance to free yourself. You twisted your wrist and pushed the files into his chest before booking it to your desk.

After gathering your things and rushing to your manager’s office, pleading to her with shaky hands as you told her something had happened and you needed to get home to Chris.

She immediately let you leave, not questioning it as you thanked her and ran out to your car.

The drive home was a total blur, taking the turns on auto pilot as you tried not to break down before you were in the safety of your own home and not risking anyone else’s safety.

And when you finally got home, you were booking it to the fridge to get a cold water bottle to maybe shock your system into calming down. But in your haste you missed the fact that Buck and Chris are home, and not out at the aquarium like you thought they were.

Buck had heard you come in and watched you nearly trip over yourself to get to the kitchen, abandoning your purse and keys on the floor.

Chris had seen it too and looked at Buck concerned, having never once seen you like this. “Buck?” Buck ruffled Chris’s hair, “I’ll go see what’s up. You stay here okay?” Chris just nodded and watched Buck get up and go to the kitchen.

Buck went to the kitchen, finding you chugging the cold water as you white knuckled the counter.

“Y/N? You’re home early.”

The way you jumped, hand clenching around the bottle so hard that water shot out of it – it would have been comical had the dilated look in your wide eyes not set off alarm bells in Buck’s head.

You watched, caught like a deer in headlights, as concern washed over Buck’s face and filled his eyes with pity. Immediately your back was turned to him, shielding your breaking resolve from his helping hand.

With the blood pounding in your ears, you missed his approach until he was touching you. You jerked again under his touch, weakly muttering out, “P-please don’t touch me.”

Buck’s heart sank. He had never heard you sound like this before… so broken…

It sent him back to the night Eddie had destroyed your room in a fit of helplessness, how terrified his best friend was. How you sat with Eddie, him now remembering your bruised knuckles encasing Eddie’s in an act of comfort.

“Y/N… what happened? What’s wrong?”

“No-nothing, just-just…”

He tried to turn you and get you to face him, to get a read on your face and figure out what to do. But you yelped and pushed him back, sending his stunned 6’2” frame into the table.

“Buck you need to leave…”

“Y/N-”

“Leave Evan!”

Buck swallowed, trying not to be hurt as he turned on his heel and went to say goodbye to Christopher.

You watched him leave the kitchen, your ears hot and tingling as you looked at the mess you made. You needed to clean it up before Chris came in here and slipped.

Hearing Buck close the front door, you carefully made your way to the laundry room to get a dirty bath towel to clean it up. Your vision tunneled, your ears rang and you felt that sick snag in your chest as the air was stopping half way down your throat.

By the time you get there your legs can barely hold you up as you get to the washer and sink down to the floor. Sobs are wracking your chest and you can only pray Chris can’t hear you.

But your prayers went unanswered, because Chris can hear you and he is scared.

Your broken sobs and ragged breathing are reminding him of the night Eddie punched those holes in the wall… and the night you came home and took a long shower thinking Chris was asleep and couldn’t hear you crying through the wall.

Chris abandoned the video game in front of him and put himself on a mission to find you. He could follow the sound of your cries to where you were sitting on the cold floor, head between your knees as you tried to breathe regularly.

“Y/N?” He gently called out, hoping you could hear him.

He watched you thread your hands in your hair and pull at the roots, sucking in jagged breaths just for them to be forced out with the next sob.

He didn’t like seeing you like this and he hated that he wasn’t sure how to help. But he knew he had to try.

Chris called out your name again as he approached you, not wanting to scare you and send you further into your panic. You must have recognized his voice because you seemed to calm down just a bit. He sat down on the floor next to you and put his hands on yours on top of your head.

“You’re safe, it’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He recalled the phrases you had repeated to him when he was having trouble after the tsunami. He had to pull from what he was shown, he had barely anything to go off of and he just had to hope that it was enough.

With Chris putting his hands on yours, talking to you gently, you could feel yourself slowly calming down. His hands were so drastically different from the ones that had bruised your skin, that it managed to remind you that you were home and that you were safe.

“Please, Y/N…”

You look up at him slowly, your hands letting go of your hair and holding his hands. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” Chris moved your hands to his face, hoping that it can help to ground you.

Your thumbs immediately began to rub back and forth on his cheeks, him taking deep breaths to help you find a rhythm. “Follow me, Y/N. Just like you tell me…”

Chris watched the fog clear from your eyes as you began to calm down and lean forward to press a kiss to his head as a thank you before resting your forehead on his. He wrapped his arms around you as best he could and you pulled him into your lap, your head falling to his shoulder.

You sat there for a bit in silence, rubbing Chris’s back as you managed to collect yourself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, Chris. I didn’t mean to,” you apologized, breaking the silence. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft and gentle as he pulled back a little. You’re nodding immediately, “I’m better now, thank you buddy.”

“Do I need to call Dad?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s okay. I’ll be alright.”

He nodded before tilting his head a little, “Why are you mad at Buck? Did he do something bad?”

Your heart sank. He had heard you yell at Buck, and you hardly ever yelled around Chris – if ever. And now you’ve come home early, yelled at one of your best friends, and had a full blown panic attack with Christopher as a witness.

“Oh Chris… Buck didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at him. I’m not mad.”

“Why did you yell at him?”

“I was just feeling a lot of things and it was just what happened. I could have handled it better and I will in the future,” you said gently as you pushed some of his curls back.

You sniffled a little bit, “Why don’t you go back to the living room and I’ll make you some lunch after I get changed?” You gave him the best smile you could and kissed his forehead after he nodded.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Eddie had come home around 5:30 to you already finishing up on getting dinner ready.

“Honey? What are you doing home?”

“Oh, I got the stuff I need to get done early so I decided to just come home,” you said nonchalantly with a shrug.

He smiled and came up behind you to kiss your cheek before he went to get changed. But as he placed his hand on the small of your back, you jumped.

Eddie’s brow furrowed, you had never reacted like that to him. But he didn’t get to ask you, because you turned your head and planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Eddie.” He smiled softly and kissed your forehead, “I love you too, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his shoulder, smelling his coffee and whiskey body spray. He hugged you back, albeit a little confused, but he could tell you needed this.

After a few moments, you pulled back, “Go get changed and cleaned up, I’ll have it plated for you by the time you get back.” He nodded and kissed your temple, “Yes ma’am.”

You smiled and pecked his jaw before he went to change.

When he came back, Eddie found you and Chris at the table, his plate made up for him just like you said it would be.

“It looks fantastic, Honey, thank you,” he said, announcing his presence before touching your shoulder and kissing the top of your head. You smiled at him, “Of course, Sweetheart.” He sat down next to you, his hand on your thigh, just resting there as you ate.

You talked about his day and everything that went on – you having been getting his twitter notifications and just wanted a little more detail.

But when he turned and asked you about your day, you clammed up and just told him it was like any other day, you just skipped the gym today because you wanted to surprise him with dinner. And you left it at that, leaving no more room for conversation about your day.

After dinner you all went to the living room to watch movies before Chris went to bed. It was your weekend routine.

Except tonight you broke routine.

You decided that you wanted to go ahead and go to the gym, just to get a small workout in before you went to bed. So, after you did the dishes you got in your gym clothes and gave Chris a hug and Eddie a quick kiss before leaving.

It had all happened so quickly that Eddie didn’t get a chance to really slow you down and ask you what was up. This behavior was just so off to him that he just wanted an explanation.

And he did… just not from you.

After you lifted weights for God knows how long, you finally went over to the punching bag.

You had been on autopilot the moment you left the house.

And yeah, you felt bad for just leaving Eddie hanging like that. Giving him no explanation other than you just wanted to. But you had been thrumming since your panic attack, using that energy on deep cleaning and laundry — too on edge to rest or sit still.

You needed an aggressive outlet for all that energy, you had to get to the gym.

So that’s where you’ve been. Lifting weights and running until near collapse.

Now you were hastily wrapping your hands to take it all out on the punching bag. The poor inanimate object becoming the true outlet of your emotions, taking blow after blow as you wail on it. Your emotions from earlier in the day being released in the form of punches.

You hated that Scott was able to revert you back to the scared girl you were that night, smothering all the progress you had thought you made.

The swinging sandbag in front of you felt like a wall as you hit it with every you had. Flashes of that night played behind your closed lids as you seemingly lost control.

You could feel his hands on you again, touching you with evil intentions. His hands mocked Eddie, tainted the loving touch of your boyfriend with his greediness.

Your hips digging into the counter, bruised with the force of Scott pinning you in place. You couldn’t escape, you didn’t know how to escape.

With each moment flashing, each ghostly touch reminding you of what he did to you in the break room, you punched harder — oblivious to the pain shooting up your arm with each solid hit.

You couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop.

You just wanted it all to go away.

And in those moments you didn’t feel the tears running down your cheeks, you were numb. You hadn’t noticed the break in your poorly wrapped tape, which allowed your bare knuckles to meet with the canvas bag.

The tears and dissociation blurred your vision and you were blind to the fact the red spots and streaks covering the rough beige fabric was your own blood.

You had broken the skin on your knuckles, staining the sandbag with your blood as tears stained your cheeks.

But when you land a particularly hard punch and your shoulder pops grotesquely next to your ear do you snap out of it.

“Oh fuck!”

Your curse was picked up by a nearby girl who had come in at the same time as you.

“Oh my goodness! Are you okay?!”

Your head whipped up to look at her and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t look good, covered head to toe in red splotches and sweat. You looked down at your knuckles and saw that your tape was practically non-existent and your hand was covered in crimson.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

You blinked and looked at the girl. “Yeah… yes yes I’m fine. I just… I need to go home. My boyfriend is probably worried.”

“Are you sure? That crack sounded bad…”

“Thank you for your concern but I’m alright. You have a good night and be safe, please.”

She could only nod as you quickly grabbed your bag and went out to your car.

You knew you’d be driving with just one arm and you really didn’t want to deal with an midnight ER on a Saturday night so you went straight home — knowing that you’d need Eddie.

Eddie sat in the living room, his knee bouncing with nerves as he waited for you to get home.

You hadn’t answered your phone and he was starting to get worried. With his line of work, he was already thinking the worst. Did you get into an accident? Did you get taken? He had his radio on the coffee table listening closely while he waited, hoping that he didn’t hear anything related to you come over the device.

Then he heard it. The front door opening and closing followed by keys in the bowl and a bag hitting the floor.

You were home, so at least there’s that relief.

He looked up and over as you walked by, arm cradling the other as you sniffled.

“Chris was worried about you.”

Eddie watched you tense, but you didn’t turn to face him.

He stood walking over to you. “He told me you had a panic attack when you came home today, you know, after you yelled at Buck to leave. Then you weren’t here when he went to bed. He knows something is wrong, and he’s worried it’s his fault.”

That made you turn, allowing Eddie to see the rush of tears on your face as you still cradled your arm.

“No, God no. This is nowhere near Chris’s fault.” Your voice was thick with emotion as you spoke and the realization dawned on you that you would have to tell Eddie everything.

“Did I do something? Because I thought we talked about things and worked things out. If I did, please tell me… I want to fix it… I can’t lose you…”

“Oh Eddie…”

“Please mi vida…” Eddie’s voice was soft and low as he rubbed your arms.

You covered your mouth, attempting to conceal the sob of pain and regret. But you couldn’t hide the small yelp or your bloody fist.

Concerned, Eddie put his hands on your shoulders, freezing when he felt the slipped ball and socket joint and you sobbed into your hand.

“Sweetheart?”

“Fix it… please, it hurts so bad…”

Eddie nodded and carefully got himself into position, “You ready?” “Just do i- AH!” Mid sentence, Eddie popped your shoulder back into place.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothed as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Eddie… I’m so sorry…”

He ran a hand through the hair at the back of your head, “Hey, lets get your hands cleaned up okay? Then we’ll talk, yeah?”

You nodded before stepping back, instinctively wiping your face with the back of your hand — smearing a little blood on your face.

Eddie tensed a little, that was the worst he’s seen your knuckles and it was starting to look suspicious to him. But you had come home the other times with no other injuries so he had no reason to question you about it.

But he could see clearly that something was wrong. Very wrong.

Eddie gently grabbed your hand and took you to the kitchen.

Without a word he sat you on the counter and grabbed the med kit from under the sink.

You both stayed quiet as he dampened a towel and cleaned you up, he inspected for tenderness and any signs of trauma to your hands other than the obvious.

Once he was done, you both sat in silence for a moment before you spoke up.

“It’s not what it may look like…”

“Oh yeah? Cause it looks like you’ve been fighting. I've seen the bruises on your knuckles but I don’t say anything because I didn’t want to assume. But after today I don’t know what to think.”

Your eyes fill with tears and you shake your head. “That’s not it, I swear. It’s just…” A weight settled on your chest as you realized this was the moment you would have to tell him and possibly change your relationship forever.

“Honey… please talk to me, I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”

And with that the damn was broken and you sobbed into your hands.

Eddie gave you a moment to calm down, comforting you as best he could until you were ready.

Once you were composed, you spilled everything.

From you needing to stay late to you going to the break room for a snack to when Scott walked in and shoved your dignity in the paper shredder.

Eddie was listening intently, his rage rising in his body but he tried not to show it and keep a gentle expression for your sake.

But hearing you, here and now, sounding so ashamed and scared. Recounting the night in detail.

And he had been so caught up in the job change that he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t noticed that the love of his life was suffering because he wasn’t there.

It wasn’t until his son came to him that he noticed something was wrong.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” you sobbed, clinging onto him. “It didn’t… I didn’t want it, please you have to believe me.”

He felt his heart shatter in his chest.

You were begging for forgiveness for something that wasn’t your fault.

“I believe you Sweetheart, I believe you.”

He pulled back a little, “I-Is this why you’ve been going to the gym?” You nodded, whimpering a little as more tears filled your eyes, “You won’t always be there… and I just… I want to be ready to protect myself or Christopher.”

You held your hand up and flexed it a little, “I saw Scott for the first time since that night today at work, that’s why I had the panic attack. And I needed an outlet, I didn’t know I was bleeding until I dislocated my shoulder.”

Eddie wiped your eyes, “Y/N I’m so sorry I never noticed… I should have been there…” You shake your head, “I didn’t tell you Eddie, you were going through a lot and I didn’t want to add on…”

He frowned a little but kissed your forehead. It made him feel awful that you thought you couldn’t come to him. You were processing something alone while helping him get better and that wasn’t fair.

“Would you be willing to go to a professional about this? For you and for us? Just so we can learn to get through this together,” he laced your fingers together and kissed your knuckles.

You nodded and pressed your forehead to his, “I want to try.” You brought in a breath, “I have to quit my job…”

He hummed and nodded against you, “Please quit, I make enough, we'll be okay. And we can pull from savings if we need to.”

“Thank you.”

Eddie nudged your nose with his, “I love you, so much.”

You smiled softly and flattened your palm over his heart, “I love you too, Eds. So so much.”

He wrapped you in his arms and just held you there. Planting gentle kisses to your head and whispering little jokes in your ear to make you laugh.

And that’s when you knew that it would all be okay, that it would be better. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

As long as you had Eddie, you would be okay.

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causenessus · 2 months ago

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NESS TO DO LIST!! (just for me tbh but just so that u guys are in the loop)

picrew/tag games while listening to my friends vlog/snapchat podcast LMAO

answer self ship asks!

text friend about my plan bc it's stressing me out (writing it all out here bc i cannot be bothered to move to my scary ugly dark mode notes app I HATE IT IT'S TOO DARK) -> (w is a code name) "planning to cut gels and hang em during sas. we can ask w to help us focus or if ur not busy would u mind just writing cues w/ me? if not, we can do it during 7th and w may also let us write cues or focus lights then. either way, after meeting after school, if we haven't gotten to it yet do you have time to write cues w/ me? we may also be able to do wed-fri it just has to be after auditions which end at 5:30."

keep my little board op in loop abt what day we decide to write cues

finish econ homework

finish english homework (and send to molly <3)

think about sociology hw

decide not to do sociology hw

work on try again/tonics or sleep!

survive double tomorrow! (and answer bug's ask!)

survive shift on sunday! (answer more asks?)

enjoy monday off from school and stress about theatre! (possibly try again update?? or maybe on tuesday)

do aforementioned plans for tuesday

write my warning post (for the fact that i will literally be slaving away for two months starting wednesday)

begin my horrific stage manging era on wednesday.

#ness' brainvomit <3 #ness is working overtime!#/lh #i enjoy it!!!#but i needed this so i could organize my brain <3 #YIPEE

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doumaandmuzansthrobbingmeatrider · 30 days ago

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= Modern era

{Obsessed!Giyu} x {Vice-president!Reader}

{Student councils!Giyu&Reader}

Content: 18+, Dead dove, Obsessed and Possessive Giyu

FEMPOV

You felt your head being lightheaded—lately, you've been filled with tons of homework.

The position of being Vice-president council doesn't help either due to the fact that you are the one mostly arranging the Halloween party.

Giyu, the president of the student council is also busy arranging other events so both of you are packed with school work and student council activities.

"Ugh.." You groaned, tapping the desk with your index finger as you nervously ran your fingers through your hair—you've been stressed out more than lately today, especially since Halloween is coming up.

A light knock was heard at your door and you lift your head up—turning to look at the door. You stood up and peeked through the peeping hole to see that it was Giyu.

As you opened the door, the tall, slender man towered over you; his dark-blue eyes gazing at your figure as he stood at your doorstep.

You slightly look up to meet his gaze, and you wondered why he was at your doorstep, "Tomioka sa-" before you could finish calling his name, he interrupted you by grabbing the collar of your shirt.

"Do you mind explaining on who you were with at the counsel room last Friday?" He asked in a demanding tone—his gaze turning into something more threatening.

Your eyes widened at his question, but more questions started to fill your mind, but more importantly, how did he know I was with someone last Friday? But you immediately shook it off as you still felt his gaze on you.

"Huh..?" You asked, that was the only sound that got out of your mouth because you were feeling too nervous to even answer.

He clicked his tongue, letting go of your collar as he spoke again, "Stop playing dumb with me, Y/N." He commanded.

The way he said your name made you weak in your knees.. How could anyone sound so good!?

"How'd you know I was with someone anyways?" You asked, holding on the doorway for dear life as you almost felt your knees wobbling.

The way he speaks, it sounds like he keeps seducing you everytime; and that stupidly handsome face of his, you could probably stare at it for hours..

It felt like he was talking, but you were too dumbfounded by his entire presence that you didn't even hear what he was saying.

"Y/N, Are you even listening?" He asked, his brows furrowing as he grabbed your chin; making you look at his ominous dark-blue eyes.

A soft whimper came out of your mouth and you felt his grip tighten and his muscles tensing up. "It was just one of my.. friends." You paused

"You were quite busy so I decided to get help from someone else." As the words escaped from your mouth, his eyes were filled with disappointment and he looked offended.

He scoffed slightly, "Next time, don't ask someone else who doesn't know about these matters." He leaned closer, your faces inches away from his.

"Come to me instead, not someone who isn't worth your time. Do you get it, Y/N?" He asked, he sounded possessive when he spoke.

"I said.. Do. You. Understand. Me. Y/N?" He asked once more, repeating it in a more sultry tone, acting like you hadn't heard him the first time.

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eleganzadellarosa · 10 months ago

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pairing: fuckboy!kyungsoo x fem!reader

genre: SMUT (an unhealthy amount but I’m not sorry), would you call this enemies to lovers?

summary: A bet with the school fuckboy has you going back to your old ways.

warnings: MDNI (threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up immediately 👀), oral (m and f receiving), squirting, slight mean/cocky dom kyungsoo, choking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, daddy kink, name calling)

word count: 5.78K

A/N: Anon requested! This was very fun to write and I incorporated the threesome in a different way? I hope you enjoy it!

taglist: @sleepingbeautydo (🥺🫶)

He was well known around campus.

For his good looks and fuckboy antics.

Just looking at him you would never guess though and that’s probably how it all started. At first you just knew about him from hearsay, but then you had a class with him and saw firsthand how he would flirt with every girl he found attractive and how they would immediately fold.

You couldn’t help but scoff seeing him wrap an arm around one girl’s shoulder and whisper something in her ear that made her giggle. Or how his hand rubbed dangerously high on the thigh of another girl minutes later. You weren’t sure how every girl saw this but still ended up bent over in his dorm room that same night.

It’s not that you didn’t find him attractive either, because you did, you just hated his cocky attitude. He’s also never bothered you, so you guess you didn’t make his “attractive list”. It didn’t upset you since you’d rather have someone who liked you AND didn’t try to fuck the whole campus.

“Okay class, see you next week for finals. Make sure you’re ready, study study study!”

The teacher tapped on the board with the dry erase marker to add extra emphasis to the last part. Your grades were good thankfully so you didn’t have much to worry about. Now that you thought about it, how was he passing this class? Maybe he was a lot smarter than he looked given that this class was not for people who skipped out on studying.

“Hey girl, you think you could help me study this weekend? I think I got it but I wanna have someone quiz me to make sure.”

Your friend from class. You weren’t extremely close but you always helped each other whenever in pertained to homework or exams. You nodded with an “of course” and finished stuffing the rest of your things in your backpack. There was a pair of eyes on you, staring you down ever since your friend came up to you. You were afraid to look back but you’ve never been one to back down.

Sure enough, the pair of eyes boring holes into you belong to Kyungsoo. What the hell was he staring at and why now out of all days?

“Is there something I can help you with?” Your left eyebrow stood tall in confusion and a hand landed to rest on your hip.

“Is staring bad sweetheart? You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Ugh there’s that stupid overconfidence. “Um actually yes, staring is bad. Did your mother never teach you that? Seems there’s a lot she didn’t teach you…” you trailed off and whispered under your breath when you spoke the end of your sentence.

He scoffed and stood from his seat, making his way over to you. When he reached the space in front of you, he eyed you down curiously. “Hmm, not bad.”

Again, you were confused but nothing he did ever made much sense. “Care to explain why you’re in my personal space?” Your arms were folded against your chest as you tapped your foot, waiting for a reply.

“Ooo feisty little thing aren’t you? You don’t have to be so mean to me babygirl.” He feigned a pout and tapped your chin with his index finger before you swatted it away. “To answer your question, you just caught my eye so I wanted a closer look.”

“Oh, because you flirted with every other girl in class and I’m the only one who doesn’t care?” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled darkly.

“Trust me, if I wanted you to fall for me, I could easily do it.”

A smug look painted your face. “I don’t think overconfidence is cute, so with that being said, you’re overestimating your so called abilities.”

He smiled, tongue in cheek. “Is that a challenge?” He leaned in, hands on either side of you on your desk, his breath ghosting over your lips.

Unfortunately that move had you swooning just a tad but you weren’t going to let him know that. Your stubborn attitude was going to get you in trouble one day and maybe it was today. “Bet. You have two weeks. We’ll see just how desperate you get when you see I’m not falling for any of it.”

He wrapped a hand around your waist and caressed your cheek, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear, “If there’s anyone being desperate, it’s going to be you begging me to get this dick deeper inside of you. Can’t wait to see it, I’d love to see you beg.” He walked away looking triumphant and made sure to pat your butt.

He wasn’t going to win, you weren’t going to let him.

The rest of the week went by unbothered so for you to have forgotten the bet you made with the bold boy, is not surprising. It wasn’t until he came up and wrapped an arm around your waist and planted a kiss on your cheek that you were snatched back to the reality of it all.

“Ugh what the hell?” You quickly wipe your cheek on the back of your sleeve. A look of disgust showing through how you stuck out your tongue and gagged.

He stood in front of you now and watched you closely before squinting and crossing his arms. "Well someone definitely didn't get much sleep last night."

You gasped and squished your cheeks in your hands. You thought two layers of concealer would do the trick but you also didn't expect for someone to be so close they could practically see your pores. "Kyungsoo please fuck off, I don't have time for this."

"Aww but I was going to offer to get you a coffee. Help you wake up before the exam later."

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a deadpan expression. "Don't you have one of your other hoes you could be bothering? I need to go sit for a while and maybe close my eyes before I pass out."

"I could" he said with a click of his tongue "But I'd rather be bothering you right now. And don't talk about my "hoes" as if you're not going to be one of them soon."

At that you let out a hearty laugh. "You're so stupid, I forgot about this stupid bet since you didn't do anything this whole week and now you only have a week left which is nowhere near enough time to get me to even want to kiss you."

He draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in close, not having enough strength to fight back. "Baby you still don't understand. I know exactly what I'm doing and when I have you gagging, I'll try not to say 'I told you so' okay?"

You annoyingly shook him off of you and turned to face him. “What makes you SO sure that I’d be attracted to you at all?”

“Because if I were to do this” he grabbed your hand and kissed up your arm, “your breathing stops. The same way it did last week when I got close to you.”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong and you hated that you had that reaction for him but it was his fault for not being ugly. If the situation was different and he was as sweet and nice as he looked, you’d give him a chance.

“Anyway, I’m officially inviting you to Cam’s party this weekend and you can’t say you’ll be busy because finals are today.”

“I never said I wanted to go to Cam’s party but I appreciate the invite.”

“Don’t be such a party pooper and come hang!” He grabbed your hand and rubbed a thumb over the soft skin. “Wear something irresistible too, I wanna be desperate.”

He was unbearable but admittedly he did have some charm to him. You were also curious what Cam’s party was going to be like since you’ve never been to one because apparently they were “invite only”. You didn’t care enough to try to get invited but it would be nice to relax and party after having such a stressful semester.

“Okay fine, I’ll come but don’t think that changes anything.”

He smiled, quickly grabbing your phone and holding it up to your face to unlock it. “Here, now you have my number and you can call or text me whenever you’d like.” He shot you a wink and handed you back your phone. “Don’t say you won’t call or text me either because I know you will.”

He walked away, not giving you a chance to say anything. Maybe he would win this bet, he already had you going to a party you didn’t give two fucks about 5 minutes ago.

“Girl why won’t you just fuck him? Everyone else has and they say he’s AMAZING in bed.” Your friend sat on the opposite end of your bed, concentrating on painting your toenails.

“Exactly my point, the fuck? Why would I want to fuck THE fuckboy? I’m not trying to do that and then catch feelings just for him to leave me for the next girl and then hit me up whenever he wants to take me to pound town.”

You stretched your hand out in front of you to check your work, making sure it looked just right before curing your nails under the UV light.

“Okay so you do think you’d catch feelings? Your pussy probably looks like a raisin because you never get dicked down anymore. You used to be a "hot girl", what happened to her?"

She was right. You had your hoe phase in your freshman year that trickled down from your senior year of high school but you didn't want to be known around school for that, so you vowed to change. And change you did. You planned on reviving that side of you just a bit for the party tomorrow, you were kind of interested in seeing if you were still capable of being irresistible. If he wanted a challenge, you would give it to him especially if it meant being able to prove your point.

"She's not me anymore and I'm not really trying to go back to being her. I want a boyfriend, not the whole school. But if you must know, I aim to be her tomorrow. See what kind of results I can get; see if I still got it."

"Pfft, bitch you never lost it, you just don't act on it. If I was a guy, I'd eat you out right now." She stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes as if she was tasting something delicious. You swatted at her arm and she chuckled. She went back to painting your nails before speaking up again. "If you do fuck him, can I have your pink bra with the sparkles on it and have the pleasure of saying I knew it?"

You raised your leg as if you were going to kick her in the shoulder. "Babes, I'm really going to need you to stop acting like I'm going to fold so quickly. I have no intentions on fucking him at all. Yes, he's attractive but again, I don't want someone that acts like the old me."

She clicked her tongue as she admired the finished product. "Well I don't think you're weak, I just don't think it's going to work out the way you think it will, but we'll see." She pressed her lips together and raised her brows.

You wiggled your toes and took another look at your fingers. "I promise if you're right, I'll kiss you and give you my bra." You rolled your eyes and smiled when she smiled seductively. "Oh yeah, do you know how far Cam's house is from here?"

"Girl I've never been to that man's house a day in my life. Don't you have the address, just put it in your maps."

Oh shit, you don't have the address. That cheeky fucker was right, you'd have to text him for something. You couldn't help but laugh in disbelief, he most likely planned it out just so he could rub it in your face. You took out your phone and searched for his number, not knowing what he saved himself as. A look of disgust showed when you see he was saved as "Daddy 🍆💧". He was so fucking annoying and it made your blood boil.

You: First off, ew. I'm changing your name immediately. And...I need Cam's addy.

He quickly read the message and it took him no time to reply.

Daddy 🍆💧: Oh look who sent Daddy a text.

Daddy 🍆💧: Don't change it, you're gonna wanna change it back tomorrow.

Daddy🍆💧: Here

He shared the contact card for Cam which contained all the information you needed and then some.

Daddy 🍆💧: Can't wait to see what you wear tomorrow 😍

You wanted to scrape your eyes out of your head. He made your skin crawl and you wanted to vomit. He was so cringey, how the fuck was he gathering up these girls like Pokemon? It didn't matter, you were confident you weren't going to be added to that list.

Luckily for you, Cam's house was a 10 minute walk from your dorms, nothing you couldn't handle. You looked in the mirror one last time. A black tube top, tortoise patterned asymmetrical skirt and black lace up sandals. You did look hot, maybe a little too hot. But that's what you wanted, you wanted to walk through the door and all eyes be on you. So when you knocked on the door and Cam answered it, immediately eyeing you up and down, you knew you succeeded.

"No fucking way...Kyungsoo, your "girl" is here!" He shouted behind him while keeping his eyes scanning your body, landing specifically on your exposed thighs.

Kyungsoo worked his way through the crowd, trying to get to the front door without having to stop and greet people. He finally made it, eyes growing in size when he saw you standing in the doorway. He didn't doubt it, but holy fuck did you clean up nicely. You were far from ugly but this was a whole new side to you that he never expected to see. He grabbed your hand, mouth still agape, and raised your arm above you making you do a spin.

"Oh my...I could cum right now just looking at you..." He couldn't stop spinning you to see angles he's already seen. He bit his lip and gave an approving nod. "Fair play. You really did come looking hot enough to make me desperate." He pulled you in by the waist and whispered in your ear, "But I'm still going to win this bet."

He shot you a wink and walked away with a group of friends, off to do whatever college boys do. You finally took in your surroundings, not having much time to do so while you were being ogled at. The vibes were not what you were expecting. Sure it was loud because of the countless amounts of people, but it didn't feel like those parties you'd see on TV.

Angel by Kali Uchis played loudly out of the speakers as you explored the bottom half of the house some more.

~Baby you should know that you’re everything I’m craving~

The beat and melody of the song had you really feeling yourself in your outfit, you felt so sexy. You didn't need the attention or compliments, you felt it for yourself just how good you looked. There were a few familiar faces, but no one that you'd really bother starting a conversation with. You weren't here because you wanted to be, it was only because of this stupid bet. Might as well take the time to try and have fun.

There were drinks everywhere of different colors, in different glasses, you weren't sure what was what and what to try.

"That blue one is pretty good as long as you don't mind that sting from the vodka."

You turned around to see where the voice came from. It belonged to a handsome guy that stood a few feet away from you, hand resting against the bar. "And how do I know I should trust your taste?" You made sure to add a flirtatious tinge to your voice.

He laughed and picked up one of the cups containing the blue liquid. "Well I think you're pretty, so that proves I have good taste right?"

Cute. "I guess that's good enough. I'll be mad if you let me down." You carefully sipped the drink, letting your tongue savor the flavors. It was good, really good. "Maybe you do have good taste."

You talked to him for about 15 more minutes, downing 2 more of the blue drinks and one of the orange ones. The buzz from the alcohol prickled at your skin. That was enough drinks for now, especially if you wanted the strength to walk back home. The song switched to something you could dance to, twerk to even. Before you had time to finish the thought, the guy you'd been talking to asks you if you want to dance with him.

He pulled you into the large area among the other party goers. Things heated up quickly between you two and you were grinding against each other in no time. You haven't let loose like this in quite some time and it was lots of fun in all honesty. He ran his hands along your sides and rested them on your hips as you moved them rhythmically against his crotch. The hand then danced up your spine and tangled in your hair making you stand up but not stop dancing.

"I didn't say you could dance on anyone else tonight." That definitely didn't sound like the same guy.

You turned your head to the side to see who was standing behind you now. "Kyungsoo?" When did he get here? How long have you been dancing on him? You slowed down your pace, but his hand kept your hips steady as he helped moved them to the beat yet again. "Don't stop just because you know it's me. Keep doing what you were doing."

His breath was hot against your ear, sending tingles down your spine and straight to your core. You had the sudden urge to tease him, wanting to see how he would react. You bent over slightly rubbing your ass against him and looked back to watch his expression. His lip was between his teeth, a hand caressing your ass. Why was this turning you on? Perhaps you shouldn't have had so many drinks, but that didn't feel like the problem. You definitely weren't drunk or anywhere close to it.

He was growing hard against you, you felt it. Did you really have that effect on him or was he just a normal horny man? He tapped on your left hip, signalling you to stand up. He turned you to face him, lips ghosting over yours.

"Do you want to kiss me or do you want to keep grinding on me until I take you to a bedroom to fuck you dumb?"

"If I say yes just this once, are you going to kiss me well enough to make me want to fuck you?"

He smirked and licked his lips. "I guess we'll have to see then huh?" He leaned in, wrapping a hand around your throat to squeeze the sides just gently. His lips were soft but the kiss was hungry. He dragged his teeth over your bottom lip before swiping his tongue over it asking for entry. Once granted, his tongue danced with yours deepening the already sensual kiss. His other hand found its way down your back and gripping your ass. Damn, he was a great kisser. So far the rumors were true and you wanted to beat yourself up for wondering if everything else was just as factual.

He pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting the both of you. He stared at you with hooded lids, a thumb rubbing over your lips. "How you feeling?" He knew the answer but you weren't ready to let him win just yet, even though he technically already has. "Too scared to say you want this dick now?"

"Fuck you Kyungsoo." Your words were venomous but the throb between your legs was just as lethal.

"Maybe you'll get the chance to if you fix that mouth of yours princess." He released his grip on you and walked away into the crowd to no longer be seen.

You stood there, thighs threatening to squeeze to ease some of the pressure on your clit. Fuck, maybe your friend was right, you do want to fuck him. You spent all these years trying to deny your urges for him, but tonight you might have to drop the facade to get what you want.

You walked around trying to take your mind off the man you swore you didn't have feelings for. All those drinks had your bladder full so it was time to find a bathroom. A few girls complimented your outfit as you made your way up the stairs through all the kissing couples and groping dudes. Most of the rooms were locked and you know they wouldn't be vacant for a while. Hopefully there was an extra bathroom somewhere before you actually peed on yourself.

Thankfully, the door at the end of the hall lead to a really nice bathroom, its size making you believe it was the master. You took in the restroom in all its glory while you sat on the toilet. Cam's house was huge, his parents must be rich. After releasing all the liquid in your bladder, you went to explore some more. You opened up a few doors that ended up being closets when you heard groans and grunts coming from one of the others and curiosity got the best of you.

When you opened it, you saw him. His head was back and his eyes were squeezed shut, his hand tangled in the girl's hair that had her lips wrapped around his dick. Of course he'd find someone else to suck him off after he kissed you like he loved you not too long ago. He noticed the new stream of light entering the room and looked down to see you standing, watching in the doorway.

He licked his lips and bobbed the girls head faster while keeping piercing eye contact. Shamefully, this had you sopping wet. Your panties were sticking to your core uncomfortably now and seeing how he looked at you made you want to jump him.

"Are you going to stand there frustrated or are you going to come join in?" He was inviting you, seeing if you'd take the bait and let him have his sweet victory.

It's nothing you've never done before and you felt like you would pass out if you didn't cum. Why not take it if he was offering it? You slowly strut over to the bed and climbed on top of it, sitting next to him. He was bucking his hips upwards into her mouth but all his attention was on you. He reached a hand under your skirt, feeling the growing wet patch on your panties. He slid the fabric to the side and teased your folds with his finger.

"You got this wet from watching me or has she been purring since I kissed you earlier?"

He's such a cocky bastard but he was right, you have been no good since that kiss earlier. "Does it matter or are you going to do something about it?"

He clicked his tongue and pinched your clit making you yelp in surprise. "Sit on my face while I think about it." He leaned back so his back was flush against the bed and tugged on your hips. You were turned so that you faced the girl blowing him and your ass pointed towards his face.

He used two fingers to spread your panties to the side and play with your clit, spreading the mess over them before he plunged them into you. You immediately squeezed around his fingers causing him to let out a low moan. He breathlessly told you to take them off and you did so without hesitation, resuming your previous position. His breath danced over your heat, teasing you more with his fingers.

"Kyungsoo-fuck...please just...stop teasing." Your hips were trying to move down onto his mouth but his hands on the back of your thighs kept you in place.

"I thought you could have patience with me? That's what you told me before."

You clenched your teeth in annoyance. You knew he was going to tease you until you were begging, you should have never agreed to this stupid bet. "I didn't come up here to have you annoy me, you make me so sick."

At that, he let go of your thighs, your pussy crashing down on his face. His tongue came out and pressed circles into your clit making you let out a breathy "oh". His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place as you squirmed. It felt amazing. 2 out of 3 things were right so far, only one thing left to confirm all the rumors. The girl who diligently bobbed her head, released him with a pop and looked up at you. "You take the dick, I take the balls? My jaw is tired."

A weird thing to bond over, but your mind was fuzzy and you'd do anything to have him keep going. She sunk down lower on her knees and sucked each of them into her mouth, a deep groan coming from him, sending vibrations through your body. You whined when you saw just how big and thick he was, head still leaking precum. You carefully kitten licked up his shaft and at the head. It twitched, leaking even more of the sticky liquid. You glided him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked as far as you could go before his tip touched the back of your throat.

He reached down to hold your head in place as he bucked up into your mouth, his other hand working its fingers into you as he sucked on your clit harshly. You were a moaning mess now, trying to breathe through your nostrils as tears threatened to fall. The hold on your head softened and you took the opportunity to come up and breathe, only resulting in a violent coughing fit.

The salty taste of his precum on your tongue was amazing, you craved more. You wrapped your hand around what barely fit in your mouth. You hadn't noticed you were sharing until your tongue collided with something that felt oddly similar. You and your "new friend" were both kissing at his head, lips occasionally brushing against each other. She looked a lot more drunk than you did but he had you both captured in a spell, so you probably looked no different. He was rolling his hips so it could slide between both your wet mouths.

His fingers picked up the pace now, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Your orgasm was close and you hoped he'd let you have it. As expected, he pulled out his fingers and pushed up on you to move you away from him. He tapped on the cheek of the other girl and sat up. His chin glistened with your essence, his eyes dark with lust.

"On the bed, ass up." The was a sense of dominance to his voice, only adding to the slick that your pussy released. When you bent over on the bed, he landed a harsh smack on your ass causing you to lurch forward.

"Fuck Kyungsoo stop..."

"Hmm, you like that? The way your pussy is fluttering right now, I don't think you want me to. Watch." He brought his hand down on the other side, a loud echo in the room. It stung but in the best way possible. You couldn't help but moan into the sheets. "See how much you love it? Tell me how much it makes you wet."

"I'd never do tha-ah!" another smack, this one leaving a handprint.

He sighed deeply, "looks like I have to fuck the brat out of you."

He gave you no time to reply as he lined up with your entrance and slammed inside, your slick walls making it easy for him to move in and out. He was ramming his dick into you, his hands gripping your hips enough to leave bruises. He instructed the other girl to rub her clit while she kissed him and to not stop until she came.

You couldn't see but the kiss sounded sloppy. His thrusts were fast and you weren't sure how he was multitasking right now, or how he hasn't cum yet. He leaned away from the kiss so he could wet his thumb in his mouth and insert it in your ass, adding to the overall pleasure. You were screaming at this point, his dick constantly hitting that gummy spot in you. Your orgasm was quickly approaching again, your eyes rolling back, your toes curling.

"K-kyungsoo, p-please lemme cum this time. Please."

He didn't hear you, or so he acted. Your walls were clenching on him tight, ready to pulse around him if he let you cum. The girl above you screamed his name when she came over her fingers. A few more seconds were all you needed to tip you over the edge, but he slowed in you, almost coming to a complete stop. You craned your neck using all the strength you had left in your body. There better had been a good reason he ruined your orgasm like this.

There was a shift on the bed making you turn your head. The other girl was leaving, looking satisfied with her long awaited release. She left the room as if she wasn't just making out with the man who still has his dick inside you.

"Kyungsoo please just let me cum." You were desperate now, just wanting to finally get things over with so you didn't feel the aching pain anymore.

"I hope you didn't think I was going to let you off easy." He says, lifting you so that your back was pressed against his chest. Even the slight movement sent tingles to your pussy. "You can get what you want when you beg." His hand was around your neck, making you arch against him, his dick moving ever so slightly.

"Why would I do that when you know what I want?" It was hard not being bratty because you were so stubborn. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take though.

He brought his free hand down to slap your clit. "Bad girl, that's not what I wanted to hear."

Your body jolted from the slap, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. "Please Kyungsoo, I really need to cum."

He was at your ear again, his breath warming your entire body. "Then beg slut." He pushed your head back into the mattress and began to pound into you. Your breath getting caught in your throat as you tried to moan. "Just beg and I'll make you squirt."

The way his dick rubbed against your walls was intoxicating. His name rolled off your tongue like it was the only one you knew. There it was again, that same knot waiting to snap. He knew you were close, that's why he thrust his hips viciously, making you moan and whimper uncontrollably. You had to do it now, you really needed this and God was he making you feel so good.

"Please don't stop, I need your dick to cum. I'm desperate now, please." Tears stained your cheeks as you confessed.

He pulled you up against his chest once again, hand back around your throat. Yet this time, he was plunging his dick so deep in you at this new angle. "Say it again, you're so what?"

"S-so desperate, Kyungsoo please!"

"Good girl, I knew you could do it. You wanna cum on Daddy's dick so badly don't you? Want Daddy to help you cum?" You nodded quickly, not being able to utter a word with his tightening grip around your throat. "Say it. You can do it."

"I want to cum on Daddy's dick, fuuuuck."

He loved hearing you choke out your words, feeling your pussy squeeze him like this. He had you right where he wanted you, having waited for this since he first laid eyes on you. He knew it'd be a challenge since he couldn't control his desires with anyone else. You were perfect but seemingly unattainable as you threw him side eyes and gags in disgust. When you agreed to this bet, he never thought he'd actually succeed but he had to make you believe he would just so he tried harder.

Seeing you here with tears streaming down your cheeks, moaning like it's the best sex you've ever had; he wanted nothing else than to relive this every change he got. Kyungsoo sped up even more feeling your walls twitch around him. There was no stopping this time. His other hand rubbed ruthless circles on your clit, finally giving you the pleasure of reaching your high. You gasped as he let go of your neck, a high pitched call of his name and you squirting all over the bed sheets.

It was mind-blowing. It had you seeing stars, your ears were ringing, your body was limp. 3 for 3, the rumors were all true. Who knew you'd be doing your research tonight? He stilled in you not long after, his warm seed filling you up to the brim. There was no better sight than seeing you all fucked out with his cum dripping out of you; he almost got hard again.

You were still breathing heavily as you tried to recover from your high. You felt the bed dip down and a heavy arm wrapped around your torso. When you opened your eyes, his big ones started back at you.

"I usually wear a condom but I couldn't help myself tonight." He gently rubbed your cheek as he looked in your eyes lovingly. This wasn't the Kyungsoo you were used to. He seemed calm, sweet, loyal. Just the person you needed him to be in this moment.

"Is that what you tell all your hoes?"

He rolled his eyes but a smile crept across his face. "Bratty to the end I see. And no, I've only told you that."

Admittedly that made you blush. Were you the first to fuck him raw? That didn't seem true, but you'd rather believe him for now. There was silence in the room, clashing with the blasting music coming from downstairs.

"Maybe it's time for a reputation change."

You ticked an eyebrow upwards, "Oh? Tired of your bad rep now?"

He smiled again, this time a lot more innocently. "For you? Definitely."

#exo kyungsoo #exo smut #exo #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #kyungsoo smut #kyungsoo x reader

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baby-alien11 · 1 year ago

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Could you do a headcanon with Ethan Landry and Carpenter!reader (I love love ur fics btw)

hiii, thank you so much for the love

I hope you like how I interpretate your idea, for this I wanted to do it with gf ethan because when you sent the idea my mind started to flow with reader reaction during the act three

credits to CZsWorld and his video of 156 Things You Missed on Scream VI because it helped me to write a part of the shrine

being a Carpenter and dating Ethan Landry

Since your older sister left the house due to a fight with your mom, you and Tara stayed together

Due to Tara being the oldest by a year, she was the one that took care of you when your mom was on a work trip

Like the one that changed everyone lives with the return of ghostface

That night while you and Tara were preparing dinner, she answered a call that seemed innocent and some prank at the beggining, but the moment it turned threatening, Tara instructed you to run towards the second floor and call the police

Even if you wanted to stay with her, she was quick to push you to the second floor

While you were in there calling the police, you cried hearing how your sister was being attacked, finally getting down the moment you heard the police on the first floor

During the whole night at the hospital, you spend it answering the police questions and waiting in Tara's room unable to sleep

The arrive of Sam along with her boyfriend was a relief to you because having your older sister meant someone to take care of both of you

But the killings didn't stopped, ending in loosing Wes, sheriff Judy and Dewey; and you, Tara and Richie were attacked at the hospital, leaving you with a medium scar in your thigh and a small one in your back

Deciding that leaving the city was the best for yours and Tara security, Sam took the decision to move to Modesto where she and Richie lived

Unfortunately, Tara didn't had her inhaler with her and the replace was at Amber's house

Hell broke in there because of the reveal of Amber as the murder when she shot Liv on the head, and then Richie when he stabbed Sam

So, after a long night that ended up in you, Sam, Tara, Chad, Mindy and Sidney and Gale, the OG's, injured, the killing spree was over

Since your mom ignored Sam after she told you and Tara the truth about her biological father, you felt bad for her because she did everything to protect both of you

So you started to hang out more with her to recover the lost time

After Tara and the twins finished high school, they decided to go to Blackmore University in New York, along with you since you mannaged to finish your last year online

Sam also went with the four of you to keep an eye on both of you, which Tara didn't like

While Tara decided that the best way to cope with the situation was forgetting what happened and try to live her life as a normal young adult, you got closer to Sam because you felt safe with her

Renting an apartment close to the university, the three of you manage to get a roommate named Quinn to share the costs of living there, who was the daughter of a detective

Meanwhile, Chad and Mindy stayed in the dorms

That's how you and Ethan met

He was a little shy and quiet, and that's what you liked of him, also how he was sweet, nice and caring with you

So, after three months of knowing each other, you and Ethan started a relationship

But before he had a small interrogative by Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad

Ethan was basically the perfect boyfriend

He listen to everything you said, took notice of small mannerisms you use to do, remember everything you liked, help you with your homework or school projects, almost every morning got your favourite drink from your favourite cafeteria or your favourite snacks, give you gifts on random days

Taking you to dates to dinner, to the movies, to the theater, etc

You trusted him enough to tell him what happened last year

When Halloween was around the corner and a frathernity was organizing a party where all the friend group planned to go, Sam didn't let you and Tara go

"What about we stay in your department or in my dorm and have a movie night?", Ethan suggested while walking around campus

"Oh, we're going to that party", you exclaimed

"I thought Sam forbidden you and Tara to go to the party"

"She did, but she also has her therapy session that night, so we are going to scape the apartment, and Quinn already said she will cover us, anyway, what are you going to use as a costume?"

"I was thinking about the cardboard knight costume of Murder Party"

"Sounds interesting! I might be using something similar so that way we can be complementing each other"

"I like that idea", Ethan smiled leaning over to give you a kiss that you acepted with a smile

After an emergency go out shopping with Tara, both of you got your costumes

The night of the party, the moment Sam anounced she was going, you and Tara were getting ready to leave for the party

While Tara dressed as a pirate, you chose to be a princess, with your outfit that consisted in a short pink dress with silver platform ankle boots and a tiara with your hair in small waves

A few minutes after Sam left the building, you and Tara practically run towards the campus which wasn't so far

Arriving at the frat house, you were quick to glue to Ethan and Chad while Tara stayed with her friends but still been supervised by Mindy and Anika

Things were normal for a few hours, except for the people dressed as ghostface, until Tara got into little trouble

"Hey, big guy, you're needed", Anika called, "You too little Carpenter"

Knowing it was about Tara, all of you ran towards the stairs where a drunk Tara was going to the second floor with a random guy

"Hey partner!", Chad called getting their attention, "Tara's good down here"

"Sorry, bro, I didn't catch that", the random guy said

"Yeah, you did", Chad laughed sarcastically

"Tara, what if we go to get some shots", you tried to convince her to stay, "A fun contest between sisters"

"Chad, Y/N, it's fine", Tara said getting down from some stairs, "I want to"

"No, you don't", you continue to try, "Just stay here with us, please"

"Yeah, see, Chad?", the creepy guy intervined, "She wants to, Y/N can come too, to have more fun"

"Don't talk to her", Ethan intervined steping closer to you

Taking Tara by the arm with strength causing her to fall at what Chad was quick to pull him to the first floor and start a small fight, while you kneeled next to Tara to help her

Things started to get violent, until Sam arrived tasing the creepy guy in the balls leaving him in the floor, but Tara wasn't happy to see her sister there, so she was quick to leave the party with Sam and the rest of you following close

"Tara, will you stop?", Sam demanded walking behind her

"I cannot believe you did that! You embarrased me", Tara yelled

"That guy was a dick", Sam yelled in response, "He was gonna take advantage of you"

"So?"

"You did not say that!", you intervined getting closer to them

"So?"

"If I want to hook up with an asshole, that's my decision! It's my decision", Tara exclaimed, "It's not about you! You're out of mine and Y/N lives for five years, and then you can't leave us alone for five minutes"

"Hey! I'm happy to have Sam around us", you said standing by their side

"Because you're not dealing with what happened to us, Y/N has gone with me sometimes with my therapist to talk about it, have you even gone to see the counselor once?"

"No, I'm not going to"

"Why not?", Sam asked

"Because I'm uninterested in living in the past like you are"

"What's that supposed to mean?", Sam questioned a little shocked

"Guys, come on", Chad tried to stop the discussion but it didn't work

"It means I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define the rest of my life", Tara explained

"So you're just gonna pretend it never happened", Sam concluded

"What are you doing here, Sam? In New York", Tara sighed, "You're working two shitty jobs to help with rent, whatever, but what's your plan? I know what I'm gonna do, okay? Because I'm gonna keep going to college, I'm gonna get my degree, and I'm gonna live my life"

"I was the one who told Sam about our plans to move here", you revealed surprising her, "And convinced her to come with us"

"Why did you do that?", Tara questioned

"Because I feel safer with her around", you exclaimed

"Are you fucking serious?", Tara yelled, "She is here breathing in our necks because of you?"

"Exactly", you responded in the same way, "You're welcome"

"I'm just trying to look out for you", Sam spoke looking at the both of you

"I know you are", Tara sighed more calmed, "You can't do it for the rest of my life, though, you have to let me go, you have to let us go"

But before Sam could say anything, a group of random girls throw a drink towards her accusing her to be a murderer

Arriving at the apartment Tara was quick to enter her room while you did the same to change into your pajamas that consisted in an oversized shirt and biker shorts and to return to the living room where the rest was and sit with Ethan in the one-person couch

Watching the news, they anounced that there was a multiple murder that night alerting everyone because ghostsface masks were involved

Of course the instant reaction of Sam towards that was to you and Tara to pack your things to move, but of course both of you refused

Getting a call from detective Bailey, Sam started to make her way to the police station, at what you and Tara decided to follow her

But Ghostface apeared threatening to kill the three of you, ending up in a tense scene in the bodega close to the apartment, fortunately getting alive from there

So, after being in the police station all night, meeting Kirby Reed and knowing by Gale that Sidney decided to not intervined and go away, which the three of you understand

After changing clothes and being a little more calmed and reuniting with the others, all of you decided to have a little reunion to discuss the situation

"Okay, nerds, listen up!", Mindy started with her monologue, "As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time, the way I see it, someone is out making a sequel to the requel?"

"What's a requel?", Anika asked

"You'are beautiful sweetie, let's hold questions to the end", Mindy responded

"Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro, Stab 2 took place in college", Sam reminded

"So the killer is trying to copy the movies?", Tara suggested

"That is one posibility", Mindy nodded, "Heroes now in college, check, suspicious new characters brought into to add to the suspect list and our body count, check, check and check"

"I don't like this", Ethan murmured at what you sitting by his side took his hand in yours

"But it can't be just about Stab 2"

"Why not?", Tara frowned at Mindy comment

"It make sense if this just a sequel, but we are not in a sequel, because no one does sequels anymore, we're in a franchise!", Mindy exclaimed, "And there are certain rules to in a continuing franchise, rule one: everything is bigger than last time, bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count, longer chasings, shoot outs, beheadings, you've got to duplicate everything to make people keep coming back; rule two: whatever happen last time expect the opposite, franchises only survive by suberting expectations, if the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be though here; and rule three: no one is safe, legacy characters are expandable at this point, usually brought back only to be killed of in some cheap bit of nostalgia, it's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby, and that's not even the worst part"

"This is the part were she tells us the worst part", Chad said writting in his notebook

"The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic stallments designed to boost an IP, which means, main characters are completely expandable too, Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardessy, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, even Luke Skywalker, all died so their franchises could live on, that means it's not just us friend group, any of us could go at anytime, specially Sam, Tara and Y/N"

"Wait, wait, wait", Ethan spoke, "Any of us? Am I in the friend group?Am I like one of the targets? Am I gonna die a virgin?"

"You're not a virgin", you exclaimed turning to look him while frowning, "And we both know it"

"That was a weird and gross overshare", Mindy interrupted, "But that bring us to our current suspects, Ethan, the shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky"

"Wait, why am I on the suspect list? Because I randomly Chad's roommate and Y/N and I are dating?"

"Rommate lotteries can be juked, you could've fix it to be next to us, and that also applies to your relationship with Y/N; Quinn, the slutty roommate, a horror movie classic"

"Sex positive, but, thank you?"

"Hmm, how did you come up to live with Sam, Tara and Y/N?", Mindy asked

"I answered their add online"

"Okay, say no more, you already implicated yourself enough"

"It was an anonymous add, Mindy", Tara said, "And you know we vetted her, plus her dad is a cop"

"And that makes her more likely that she is the killer, because having a cop dad is a great cover, you don't remeber how this movies work, Tara?!

"Is she always like this?", Quinn asked at what Sam nodded

"And finally, Anika, never trust the love interest, that also goes to you, Y/N"

For the rest of the day, all of you tried to stay together or in pairs, untill the night were everyone will be having a sleepover at the appartment, but Ethan couldn't go because he had econ that night

Things started normal at first, until Danny, the cute neighboor and Sam's boyfriend airdroped a photo in which the scene of Quinn being stabbed by ghostface in her room followed by screams and hits inside her room, and then a creepy silence was enough to run towards her door

Hell was released when the dead body of Quinn was thrown out of the room towards the group landing on Anika

In a reflex move, Chad took Tara's hand who took you by your arm dragging the three of you to the entrance door to scape, but leaving the rest inside, but relazing that the rest were still inside the three of you tried to enter again but all of your keys were inside

The next morning, Ethan arrived at the scene instantly being interrogated by Chad about where he was last night, at what he said that he was at econ, just what he told you the day before

After everyone was more calmed, Gale lead the group to a old theater that now was a shrine dedicated to ghostface and the Stab franchise, from some posters to all of the ghostface robes, everything was there, except the masks

Coming out with a plan to catch ghostface in broad daylight and in a public space, you along with your sisters put yourselves as the bait while the others wait in the van where Kirby will be tracking the origin of the call

Unfortunately, the call was track down in the same appartment building where Gale lives, making the three of you to "steal" Wayne's police car and drive towards there, arriving when she was laying on the floor with life threatening injuries but alive

Another plan was made: catching ghostface in the shrine and traveling in group

Arriving at the subway, and due to the crowd station because of Halloween, the group got separated in two, with you, Sam, Tara, Chad and Danny in a train, and Mindy and Ethan waiting for the next one

Being the first ones to arrive at the shrine and leaving Danny outside, Tara and Chad went to the snack bar, while you stayed with Sam, trying to contact Ethan or Mindy but none of them responded

Being there, you just took a seat in the steps of the stage watching how Sam took the old knife that once belonged to her father

"Should I grab a knife too?", you asked getting her attention

"Only for security", Sam nodded

Walking a little, you watched the collection until you stopped in front of a display where a draw of Richie's death was along with a knife covered in blood, so you opened it to take the knife and hide it in the back of your jeans

Things went down quickly when Sam recieved a call from detective Bailey warning about Kirby being ghostface due to being to affected by the Woodsboro 2011 masacre

Running to get Chad and Tara, they informed that ghostface was there and where attacked by him, so a persecution in the whole theater started, realizing that they were two of them when Chad was stabbed multiple times by them leaving him in the floor

Keeping running and dragging Tara, the three of you returned to the central part of the shrine only to being circled by the two ghostface at what Sam took some brick from the floor to defend yourselves

But the son-to-be fight was interrupted by a injured but alive Kirby who started shooting at the masked killers

When detective Bailey arrived, in a unexpected move, he shot Kirby while the two ghostfaces

"Great job, both of you", Wayne praised his two partners leaving the three of you shocked

"You?", Tara asked in shock

"Yeah, of course me", Wayne responded, "Frankly, I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us"

"What do you mean, 'us'?", Tara asked again

The moment you saw the face of one of the ghostface you felt like something broke inside of you, most exactly your heart

Sensing how you must be feeling, Sam was quick to hold one of your hands

"Mindy was right", Ethan laughed, "It was easy to juke the roommate lottery, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad, fuck it felt good to kill him! And Y/n, you were never part of the plan, but we kinda connected, so being in a relationship with you was even better for this"

"Fuck you", was the only thing that was able to come out of your mouth at that moment

"This was your grandmother's, Sam", Ethan continued pointing at the mask, "Nancy Loomis, really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family...wait for it, my name's not Ethan Landry, is it, dad?"

"Well, that explains why I never met your parents", you commented with your arms crossed, "Wait a second, if you are father and son, that means Quinn was also part of your family, and most probably knew the twisted plan, and she was "killed" last night, or it was all fake, am I right?"

"I told you she has a great mind", Ethan murmured to his father while the other ghostface took their mask out

"Hey, roomies", Quinn sing softly, "You didn't see that coming, did you?"

"Yeah, because you died!", Tara exclaimed

"Kind of didn't, though", Quinn said, "It was a good way to get off the suspect list, stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train, that sort of things"

"Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one", Wayne explained like it was a normal thing, "Little fake blood, a prosthetic, you'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with"

"I got Stu Macher's mask", Quinn spoke now being at one side behind some displays, "He was my favorite"

"Nice, that's number three", Wayne continued refering to the masks, That's two, which leaves your father's, this is what we've been counting down to, Sam, I'm gonna need you to put it on"

"Fuck you!", Sam yelled throwing the mask away

That action made Ethan slash Sam's arm scaring you and Tara more

"What? What is this? You did this as a family?", Sam interrogated

"Hell yeah, bitch!", Quinn screamed getting closer to the three of you, "You should know better than anyone"

"They're still not getting it", Ethan giggled

"I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro", Sam said with desesperation, "It wasn't me!"

"We know that", Wayne spoke again, "Of course you didn't, you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on, who do you think started the rumors about you in first place?"

"Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain?", Quinn mocked, "How easy it is to convice the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days", Ethan continued, "You have to assassinate their character first, so when dad here "discovers" your horribly mutilated bodies posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands"

"Exactly! That's why it's the perfect alibi", Wayne exclaimed, "All the best lies are based on the truth, and you're a killer, just like your father"

"No, I'm not!", Sam denied

"Yes, you are, you motherfucker!", Quinn yelled, "You killed our brother!"

"What are you talking about?", Sam questioned

"You said your brother died in a car accident", Tara reminded

"No, no no, you sweet, dumb thing", Ethan spoke again, "He died in Woodsboro at the hands of your bitch sister"

"Wait a second", you said finally realizing everything, "Curly and kinda light hair, light colored eyes, Richie was your son and sibling"

"Yeah", Wayne nodded

Slightly turning around, Sam recieved a quick stab near her chest by Ethan, which made the three of you to try to scape but again you were circled

"Now! It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd actually done to him that I knew, that I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with anyone else who stands in our way", Wayne continued to yell

"There she is", Quinn murmured with her knife against Sam's throat noticing the look in her eyes, "There's the fucking killer"

"Great parenting job, by the way", Tara commented at what you snorted

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!", Quinn screamed pushing the three of you to the center of the space

"Have I been a perfect dad? No", Wayne proceeded, "Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe, for me, they're just a little dark, but...Richie really loved them, he loved them! He even made a few of his own"

In the screen on the scenary, one of Richie's home made movies was playing while Wayne started to climb the stairs

"There's a very special bond between a father and his first son"

Hearing that phrase, you turn your head to look at your psycho boyfriend with pity at what he shared a look with you that demostrated a little bit of pain, but he hide it quickly pointing his knife at you, making you return your attention to the stage

"Which is why I helped him build this collection"

"This was all his?", Sam asked

"Yes, he's a very passionate collector, and he inspired others, we had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to do kill you first, Sam, I put the theater in their name, then good old detective Bailey would've just stumble on it, but I didn't have to because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist, I built a tribute to my son, which is why this is where you have to die, Sam, surrounded by the things he loved the most"

"What happens next? After you're done with us you just disappear?"

"No! We got to hurry over the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through, because everybody dies, Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies, now put on the mask"

"He was so pathetic", Sam sighed

"That's not true", Wayne suttered

"Yeah, your son, he was a man-baby who made his girlfriend do all the killing"

"He was a strong, virile young man", Wayne insisted slightly trembling

"He was a limp-dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat"

With that last phrase, hell got loose because Quinn angry for hearing those words of her late brother loose control running towards the three of you which caused to you and Tara to hit her with the blocks, running towards a stairs thanks to a distraction by a very alive Kirby who shoot at Wayne

Stopping for a second, you turn to look at Sam stabbing Ethan repeatedly in the chest and shoulder, before following Tara on the stairs to the second floor, at what you were quick to grab your knife from your jeans

Once Sam was by your side, the three of you started to walk in the little to no space being careful to not fall

Until a bullet hit where you were passing, causing you to almost fall if it wasn't for your sisters holding your hands

"Guys, I'm sliping", you said with desesperation

"We got you", Tara tried to reassure you

"It's okay", Sam continued

But even with both strenghts combined you were still sliping because the blood on their hands, even worse when Ethan was under you waving his knife at your feet

"Come here so we can play like we like to, Y/N", Ethan mocked

"Fucking psycho!", you yelled, "And I'm breaking up with you!"

"Fuck you! You guys are so fucked now"

Noticing how Quinn with her face all bloody and a few teeths gone was aproaching the three of you, Tara was quick to give a solution

"Sam, we have to let her go"

"No", Sam denied

"Sam, please", you pleaded understanding the plan, "It's the only way, please, let me go"

"We have to let her go"

Trusting in both of you and making sure you got your knife in your hand, Sam and Tara let go your hands to take care of Quinn

Falling to the first floor, you landed in front of Ethan who was quick to stab you in the stomach

"Gotcha!", Ethan smiled with pure evil

Taking advantage of his open mouth to return the stab in his throat leaving him surprised by that action, but still looking you in the eyes

"At least you won't die a virgin, my love", you said in a low voice twisting the knife, "By the way, this is the knife that killed your brother"

With that last sentence you pulled the knife feeling the blood combined with saliva splashed in your face and upper body from your psycho now ex boyfriend at the same time his body fell on the ground

Almost a few seconds later of your first kill, a gunshot along with screams sounded on the shrine, next to the scene of Sam and Wayne falling into a glass display

Thankfuly you and Tara managed to wake her up and make a plan to finish the situation

So while Sam will be using her father's robe and mask to kill him, you and Tara will be doing an old fashioned ghostface call from her phone

Fortunately, Wayne fell into the trap, ending in Sam stabing him multiple times, finishing him with a stab on the eye

After a jumpscare of Ethan which ended in Kirby trowing a TV in his head to kill him, Danny arriving with the police and the core five reunited and alive, hell was over

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raainy-daze · 2 years ago

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Could you do a Rise!Donnie x Male!Reader where the reader struggles with feeling like they’re an annoyance and that the turtles don’t actually want him around-but Donnie does his best to try and show or say that he is wanted (and probably struggles to show that because well… he’s Donnie). Thanks!! (Btw I love your writing so much 🥺)

Operation Feel-Welcome

rise!donnie x male!reader

summary: donnie found out about your insecurities in a very not privacy-invading-way at all, and now he’s decided to do something about it.

word count: 2431

a/n: why is this thing so damn long by my standards? GOOD QUESTION.

I HAVE NO CLUE.

yeah i wrote my outline and suddenly it was just. much longer than i usually write?? oh well. sorry for posts being somewhat slowed down recently, i’ve been busy with the holiday season and school! thanks for requesting, i hope you like this!

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He found out when he was reading your diary.

That sounds bad. It’s not as bad as it sounds, really. You were over for help with homework, and when you went to get something to eat, he picked up what he thought was your notes to get a grasp of the material. Who keeps their diary in a regular old notebook, anyways?

He hadn’t meant to read it, truly. It was just that the entry he’d opened to quite clearly had his name on it, and hey, how is he supposed to not read that?

That entry just so happened to detail all your insecurities about your social life. He was kind of shocked, really. He didn’t examine anyone’s emotions too closely, of course, he could hardly understand them sometimes. He didn’t know why you would feel this way. He loved being around you, even if he could only show it in his typical Donnie way (which is to say, not very well).

So, after briefly panicking when he heard you walking back as he still held your diary in his hands, he scrambled to put it back just the way you’d left it and spent the rest of the day more focused on how to remedy this than on algebra equations. (Granted, you didn’t notice. That guy could do most of these in his sleep.)

As soon as you left, Donnie had already built about a billion schemes in his head. Of course, in pure Donnie fashion, most of them were more than a little over the top and involved some level of explosives… okay, maybe that one was just an excuse to set something on fire, but there were some good ideas in there! Emphasis on idea. Not every idea turns out so great in practice, as Donnie ought to know by now.

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Operation #1: Hang-Out.

Donnie decided to go with the simplest on his list first: instead of waiting for you to come to the lair, he’d come to you. Logically, if someone wasn’t wanted, they’d be the one initiating everything, right? And if he initiated it instead, that would certainly make you feel more welcome, wouldn’t it?

As always, Donnie’s ‘disguise’ was ridiculously simple. You were never quite sure how he didn’t get caught, but hey, this is New York City - people have seen weirder things, and have other stuff to worry about. So, walking down the street in his purple hoodie (albeit sticking to the emptier streets and the shadows), he went pretty much unnoticed.

Still glowing on his phone screen was your text conversation from about an hour ago.

Hello, (Y/N). What time do you get off school?

three, just like always

how come?

Would you mind if I met you after you get out?

sure??

everything good??

He hadn’t responded to the last text. He’d gotten too caught up in avoiding nosy kids asking about his skin to type anything.

At your school, Donnie found you sitting on the stairs leading up to the building, scrolling on your phone. He dodged around your classmates, apparently trying to go unnoticed. (He did not go unnoticed. You saw each of them give him a look.)

“Psst! (Y/N)! It’s me, Donatello!”

You blinked up at him. “Yeah, I gathered.” You grabbed your backpack and stood up. “Everything okay? Did Leo break an arm or something?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no!” You both began making your way down the sidewalk, going towards neither-of-you-really-knew-where. “I simply thought that…”

Donnie stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t gotten this far in his planning, as evidenced by walking towards he-didn’t-really-know-where. He had gotten to ‘meet up with (Y/N) on the surface’, but he hadn’t gotten to anything after that.

“…What kinds of things do you do for fun up here? We could, uh, do whatever that is?” He racked his brain. “You like that fast food place down the street, right? I’ll pay.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you need from the hardware store?”

“What?”

“When your being really nice to me like this, you’re usually buttering me up to get you something from the hardware store. What is it?”

“No, no, you just haven’t come down to the lair in a while, and-“

“I was at the lair yesterday.”

Crap, were you? He’d been holed up in the lab all day, designing updates for the turtle tank. No one had told him you were there.

“And I saw you the day before.”

Okay, that part he recalled. Bad excuse.

“Well-“

Your phone began ringing. You looked down at the screen, and back up at Donnie. “Crap, sorry, I’ve gotta go. Mom probably wants me back home. Just text me whatever it is you need and I’ll bring it around tomorrow, okay?”

And without even waiting for an answer, you turned on your heel and answered your phone, walking away from him.

Operation Hang-Out: Failed.

•°. *࿐

Operation #2: Arts-N-Crafts.

Donnie wasn’t exactly the best at social interactions, everyone knew that. Yesterday, he’d made the fatal mistake of not planning ahead. He assumed something would come to him, and it didn’t.

So, maybe it would go better with someone who did know how to interact with people.

It was time for Mikey to enter the endeavour.

“Oh, dearest little brother of mine, I have a dilemma of which I need your help to solve!” Donnie found Mikey in the middle of one of his art projects, painting on a bedroom walls again. “How would you like to assist me?”

Mikey looked up from his painting. He had several splotches of paint across his arms, even a bit on his face (was he trying to eat the paint? How did he do that?). “Are you trying to use me as a test subject again?”

“Pft, no, why would I do that?” Donnie laughed a very suspicious laugh. “No, really, this time it’s about (Y/N).”

“What about (Y/N)? Is he okay?” Mikey set his paintbrush down, now curious.

“I read his diary.”

For just a moment of silence, the brothers stared at each other.

“… Wha-“

“IN MY DEFENSE, IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A REGULAR SPIRAL NOTEBOOK, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?”

Donnie explained the whole thing to Mikey, from the diary entry to yesterday’s failed attempt #1. Mikey agreed to help, and within the hour, attempt #2 was in progress.

This one was all up to Mikey. (Y/N) would be here any time now, and Mikey would insist that he needed your help with an art project. It wasn’t much, but the point was to make you feel included. Donnie smiled to himself when he saw you enter the lair and get dragged away by Mikey. There was no conceivable way this could possibly go wrong.

It went very wrong.

It went very wrong in less than thirty minutes.

To make a long story short, it turns out art supplies in the wider space of the lair combined with Leo trying to perfect a skateboarding move do not mix. Like, at all. Paint was everywhere, including on both you and Mikey. You had to leave and walk home covered in an uncomfortable amount of paint.

Operation Arts-N-Crafts: Failed.

•°. *࿐

Operation #6: Game-Night.

One after another, Donnie’s plans failed, as did the couple that Mikey offered. Eventually, they came to #6 on the list: risky, but promising.

You had never seemed to participate very heavily in game night before. You always seemed to appoint yourself as the score taker, opting to spectate instead. With the added context, Donnie couldn’t help but wonder if you did that to stay ‘out of the way’.

So, he’d test it by preemptively appointing Leo as score taker.

“But why?” Leo whined upon hearing the news that the majority had voted to back up Donnie’s decision.

“Because you spilled all my expensive paint!” Mikey narrowed his eyes at Leo as he carried a concerningly tall stack of board games into the living room.

“But I already cleaned that up!”

“Come on, Leo, it’s not that bad!” Raph pat Leo on the shoulder. “It’s, uh… good for math practice?”

Leo didn’t look very convinced.

Everyone gathered on the floor in front of Splinter’s old chair, making a circle around the board games. Donnie sat down next to you, and April was on your opposite side. You couldn’t help but notice how April was carefully examining the selection today - Donnie and Leo may be the most outwardly competitive, but you’d witnessed enough of these to know April was the real master at most of these games.

You followed her example. One of the first things you noticed was that this month, Uno was missing. You weren’t particularly surprised. Last month, Mikey had threatened to use an Uno card as a knife if anyone else gave him another +2.

It started off just fine. You started with Cards Against Humanity. It was fun. No death threats were made. Clue and Catan went much the same way.

It was Monopoly where it all went to shit.

“WELL, I WANTED TO BE THE STUPID THIMBLE, BUT I LET YOU HAVE IT. AND WHAT DO I GET FOR IT?!”

“IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU LANDED ON MY SPACE!”

Mikey and Donnie were yelling, Donnie’s stack of money growing steadily smaller. Raph was stuck in jail, and April was quietly scheming. You were about 75% sure Leo, who was now the banker since there were no scores to be taken, was messing with transactions somehow. Honestly, that impressed you more than anything else. Pettiness levels were through the roof.

You pushed yourself backwards a bit as the argument began to escalate. “WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T TAKE THE THIMBLE EVERY STUPID TIME!”

“SINCE WHEN DO I TAKE IT EVERY TIME?”

“Okay, well, sometimes Leo takes it, but still-“

“Hey, don’t drag me into this!”

“I won’t drag you into this when you give me what I’m actually owed, Leo!”

Leo reached over for an unused piece. He threw it…

And it hit you right in the eye.

“OW-!” Your hand jumped up to where it hit you.

“LEO!”

“CRAP, I’M SORRY, I WAS AIMING FOR DONNIE-“

April was trying to get you to take your hand off your eye so she could check it, but taking the pressure off just hurt more. Thankfully, when she did get to see it, it didn’t look serious. It did certainly put a damper on the rest of the night, though.

Operation Game-Night: Failed.

•°. *࿐

Operation #21: Help-In-The-Lab.

It had been a month and a half since he read the diary entry. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing that he noticed, anyways.

Not all of his plans ended in total disaster, but none ever seemed particularly successful, either. You never seemed particularly happier than usual. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts and his projects that he didn’t even notice you come into the lab. He didn’t notice until you were sitting right next to him. “Hey, Donnie.”

“JEEZ-“ Donnie dropped his screwdriver.

You picked it right back up and handed it back to him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, you just scared me.”

“No, I mean in general.” You drummed your fingers on the desk. “You’ve been acting weird lately.”

Crap. You’d caught on.

Donnie let out that laugh that very clearly meant he was hiding something. “Oh, no, I’m fine! Weird? What do you mean weird?”

“I mean weird. Like the weird you’ve been since that time after school? You never texted me what it was you wanted, by the way.”

There was a silence as Donnie debated what to say.

“… Working on Sheldon?”

Donnie looked back down at the robot lair across the desk. “Oh, yeah. He ran into a wall a few hours ago, and now I’ve gotta fix him. Robots, amirite?”

You half smiled, but it didn’t look like your heart was in it.

“… Hey, mind passing me those screws?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You grabbed the nail box he was pointing at on the opposite end of the desk and set them down beside him. “What is it you’re doing, exactly?”

“Oh, well, I’m mostly just fixing some dents. There wasn’t too much internal damage, luckily, I just had to change out a few wires.”

“That’s good.”

It was quiet for a while. The silence was just on that line where Donnie couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable silence, or… well, an uncomfortable one.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Why was he talking?

“Yeah?”

“Would you be mad if I maybe, oh I don’t know… accidentally read a really personal entry in your diary because I didn’t realize it was your diary?”

“… What?”

Donnie hadn’t planned on owning up to it, but at this rate, he was getting nowhere. Screw it. “Well, you were here for homework, and I just wanted to check your notes, but they weren’t your notes, and I saw my name and I couldn’t stop myself-“

“Wait, what? When did this happen?” You looked more totally confused than anything else. “Which one did you read?”

He sighed. “It was talking about how you felt like we didn’t want you around. And that’s not true! It really isn’t. So I’ve been trying to make you feel more welcome. But… yeah, you remember the Monopoly incident.”

“Oh.” You paused. “So that’s what’s been happening.”

“Yeah.” Both of you were quiet. If it wasn’t awkward before, it definitely was now.

“You really aren’t annoying, though.” Donnie broke the silence. “I mean, you’re my favorite person.”

“Your favorite person? What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I like hanging out with you. You’re… im-por-tant to me.” He said it like he’d never even thought of liking people. “And you’re my favorite person.”

He looked up at you again, expecting to have just made things worse. He was surprised to see a smile on your face. Not one that you didn’t seem to mean, like earlier. It looked like you really were happy.

“You’re my favorite person, too. And… thanks for trying.”

“… Did this one work?”

“Excuse me?”

“Did this attempt to make you feel welcome work?”

“I… guess so?”

“OPERATION HELP-IN-THE-LAB: SUCCESSFUL!” Donnie pumped a fist as he cheered. He checked ‘double-success’ in his mind when you laughed.

“Donnie, I literally handed you a few tools.”

“And it led to the success of my project!”

“Making me welcome was a project?”

“(Y/N), everything is a project.”

“Of course it is.”

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