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how you hurt him ☆ ot7

☆ non-idol! ot7 enhypen x fem! reader ☆ summary: all the ways that you hurt him (ft. song lyrics) ☆ genre: angst ☆ warning(s): toxic relationship, toxic! reader, mentions of cheating, this is practice for an english project so please bear with me, most of this is very figurative/abstract ☆ word count: 2.9k total ☆ aka enhypen boys as sad love songs, it’s like 1am i will edit later 😭

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heeseung ☆

"why would you ever kiss me? i'm not even half as pretty" — heather, conan gray

was there something wrong with heeseung? what if he wasn't good enough for you? did you think he was ugly? disgusting? annoying? needy?

at the beginning of your relationship, you made it clear to heeseung that you weren't good with words.

"don't worry about it," heeseung had told you. "i'm not good either."

he thought you meant that you found it hard to say "i love you."

what you meant was that you were indeed good with words, just bad at saying nice things to him.

at first he thought he was being ridiculous, a prisoner of his own mind.

he knew you loved him— how could you possibly not?

but if you loved him, why did you say such nasty things to him?

"god, heeseung, you're so stupid."

"i can't believe i'm dating someone like you."

"i'm disgusted with you."

he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

what had he done to make you repulsed by him? was he being sensitive?

he hated himself for all of it.

he hated the creeping feelings of jealousy that would suffocate him like a noose to a prisoner whenever he saw you talk to another man. did you like him more than heeseung? what if you wanted to leave him?

he hated how he craved what little kind words you could give him. it was so rare for you to compliment and speak to him gently, so when you did, heeseung was drunk on it.

he hated how insecure he got.

he hated how his mind was a gallow of its own.

he hated how afraid he was.

"you're so pretty," you whispered into his ear.

heeseung's stomach did flips. did you really mean it? was he as pretty as all the other men you entertained yourself with? was that why you kissed him and not them?

did this mean that you really loved him?

heeseung felt something tighten around his neck. not in that suffocating way that made him claw at his skin until he bled as he stared in the mirror asking himself what could be changed, but in the way that made him feel warm all over.

he’d wait at the gallows like a convicted prisoner, he’d stand there proud, ready to say his last words. he’d keep his hands behind his back, he’d admire the brass noose that would be his eternal necklace.

because for heeseung, to be with you, and to love you, was to be helpless.

to love you was to wait like a dog in the cold.

to love you was to eat your every word like it was his last meal.

to love you was to be your prisoner waiting for you to execute him.

jay ☆

"pretend that we are more than friends, then of course I'll let you break my heart again" — let you break my heart again, laufey

it's not your fault, jay tells himself. it's not your fault that you can't love him.

but at what point does it become your fault?

you knew that he loved you. he'd told you multiple times, shown you a billion other times. anyone with eyes could tell that he was head over heels in love with you. everyone knew.

especially you— you who rejected him time and time again, laughing that he was just a friend to you.

but here you were, pressing yourself up against him, looking at him with lidded eyes and licking your lips like you wanted to eat him. you held his hand against your chest, whispering a soft "good night." jay knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not with you so close to him, not with the ache in his chest.

it's not your fault that he loves you, jay thought. but it is your fault that you lead him on, that you pretend to kiss him, that you snuggle up next to him knowing that he'd lay down his life for you.

did you enjoy torturing him like this?

what pleasure did you take in constantly making him think that he had a chance with you?

was this how it was going to be forever?

were you always going to keep him waiting like this, just because you knew that he'd stay no matter what?

jay swallowed the lump in his throat.

he couldn't continue living like this, having you play with his feeling like this.

"jay..." you mumbled, reaching out for him. jay was pulled out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering to you. you looked so innocent and peaceful despite himself. how could he ever stop? how could he stop when it was you at hand?

"i'm here," he hummed, throwing an arm around you. i'm always here.

you were warm, and soft, and everything that jay could ever want in a person. your soft breathing brushed up against his cheek.

jay stared at your sleeping face.

would it hurt to pretend that you were more than friends?

he let his eyelids fall slowly.

he could imagine you and him dancing in the kitchen, laughing together as the scent of jay's cooking filled the apartment. jazz music would be playing, and you'd pretend to be an old flapper couple from the '20's, swirling around the cold kitchen tiles.

your words from earlier echoed in his head.

"i love you so much, jay!"

"you're the best."

"how could i ever be so lucky to meet you?"

it made his heart pound in his chest, unable to hide the lovesick grin spreading on his face.

he knew your words meant nothing, that you truly only saw him as a friend.

he needed to stop this delusion now, else he'd be even more hurt than he already was. you broke his heart over and over again, as if it meant nothing to you.

but as you and him twirled around his head, basking in each other's presence, jay couldn't bring himself to let you go.

he'd let you, jay thought. he'd let you break his heart.

as many times as you wanted.

jake ☆

"the other man will always cry himself to sleep, the other man will never have her love to keep" — the other woman, lana del rey

of course jake knew that he wasn't the only man in your life.

how many times did he lay in bed at night, wishing that it was him that could hold you? how many times did he dream of being the man that could call you his? how many fantasies did he have of marrying you, of giving you the world?

and how many times did he have to remind himself that he couldn't have you— that you already had someone to love?

it made jake feel sick, seeing all the pictures that you posted with you and your husband, hearing all the chatter about your 2-year wedding anniversary, and forcing himself to smile as a tight-lipped "congratulations" fell from his mouth.

but what made him even more sick was how happy he felt whenever you showed up at his doorstep in the depths of the night.

jake couldn't help it.

he couldn't help how his stomach did flips when your hands slithered up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you pressed kisses against his jaw.

he couldn't help how his body moved on its own as he took in the scent of your perfume, his head filling with nothing but you, you, you.

he couldn't help how he craved you, how he was unable to pull away from you, even though he knew you had a husband waiting for you back home.

he couldn't help how for a moment, he could pretend that you were his; for a moment, he could live in the illusion that he was the one that you came home to every night, that he was the one that you woke up with in the morning, that he was the one that you sat at the kitchen table with to discuss your weekly grocery list, that he was the one that you laughed with in the depths of night, that he was the only man that you loved.

but as quickly as it started, you were already out the door, waving goodbye with a sweet smile as if you hadn't committed a crime against your husband.

jake knew the sight of your retreating back better than anyone, and as he closed the door, he'd suck in a sharp breath.

he would deny it over and over, until his words lost meaning.

but he knew the truth.

he was a fool for thinking that he could have you, for after all this time, he was the other man.

sunghoon ☆

"i bet on losing dogs, i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place" — i bet on losing dogs, mitski

you and sunghoon were never meant to work out, and he knew this.

everyone said that you'd hurt him. he'd seen it with his own eyes, how you bore your bloody teeth and ripped into people like they were your prey, how you barked venomous words at people.

you were a losing dog to begin with, a losing dog that would never truly love him the same way you loved yourself.

and before he knew it, sunghoon realized that everyone was right.

you sunk your teeth into him, feasting on what love he could give you like a ravenous hyena.

but how could he resist you? how could he resist your touch, your warmth, your limited moments of compassion?

wounded, bleeding, scarred, sunghoon staggered away from the killing floor. yet, he was unable to stop himself from turning over his shoulder to see your face.

there was something disgusting he felt, something that made sunghoon nauseous. his stomach churned. and then he realized, he couldn't bring himself to leave you.

because you were a starving dog, thristy for a victim.

because you were a wailing dog, weeping over your kill as if it would atone you.

because you were a losing dog, a dog that sunghoon placed his bets on.

and it was time for him to pay the price of his actions.

sunoo ☆

"i know who you pretend i am" —washing machine heart, mitski

sunoo wasn't stupid.

he knew it better than anyone, that your heart didn't belong to him. it never did, and it never will.

sunoo saw the way that you yearned, he saw the way that your eyes lit up, he saw the way that you gazed with love in your eyes— all for someone that wasn't him.

so why did you kiss him like he meant anything to you? why did you hold him like he could have you?

he knew why.

"i missed you so much," you breathed against his ear, pressing him against the wall. "so, so, so much."

the taste of your lips was addicting.

you liked to kiss roughly. you liked to run your fingers through his hair and pull it harshly, making him groan lowly against your lips. you liked to slip your fingers up his shirt, making him shudder.

sunoo liked to kiss gently. he liked it when your lips would melt against his. he liked it when you played with the clasp of the silver chain around his neck. he liked it when you pulled away and giggled softly at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his lip.

he didn't like it rough like you did.

but he took it all.

he took it all, because he loved you.

he took it all, even though he knew that you were kissing him pretending that he someone else.

it wasn't hard to tell.

you wore the gold necklace that he gave you, never any of the ones that sunoo got you.

you didn't even blink when sunoo's name was said, but the mere mention of his interests or career had you reeling.

and of course, he liked when you kissed roughly so you were a rough kisser, even though sunoo liked it gentle.

you don't even look at sunoo the way you look at him.

when you said "i miss you," sunoo could tell that you didn't mean it.

you didn't miss sunoo, you missed him. you just missed the attention that sunoo gave you.

he knew who you pretended he was.

but all he could do was look into your eyes, and be reminded of a tragedy: that while you couldn't love him back, he loved you.

"i missed you, too," he whispered back, swallowing the lump in his throat, swallowing his dignity.

jungwon ☆

"if you need to be mean, be mean to me" — i don't smoke, mitski

to be vulnerable, to be at someone's mercy, to be someone's lamb for the slaughter, was jungwon's biggest fear. he'd die before he'd let someone take advantage of his weakness.

yet as you slipped out of his grip, your once loving eyes turning cold as hands that once held him in your arms became the hands that striked him, all he could do was sit back and take it.

words like daggers into his back, slashing him over and over like he was a sacrificial lamb for a god that could not save him. hot tears would line as eyes as you raised your knife at him, sending shivers down his spine that made him cower into his skin, chanting apologies like they were prayers.

jungwon should run. after all, that was all he spent his life doing.

but how could he escape you when you kissed his tear-stained face? how could he leave you, for when your anger simmered down you cradled his cheek, whispering that you loved him?

it hurt, it hurt so bad.

but if you must destroy him, if you must slaughter him until your killing floor was covered in blood, if you must cut him up into little pieces for your own pleasure, so be it.

he'd follow you into the slaughterhouse, knowing full well that the darkness was the last thing he'd ever see, and jungwon would close his eyes and thank the person that crafted your blade anyway.

you can kiss him, you can hold him close, or you can strike him, you can treat him like an animal. he wouldn't care. it would be the same either way; he'd be glad that it was you.

for he was your lamb, and you were his butcher; for if you needed to be mean, be mean to him.

riki ☆

"even though she isn’t even really gone, but things are just different ever since she cut her blue hair off" — blue hair, tv girl

of course riki noticed. how could he not?

all those bored looks when he was talking, aimless nods when he asked you a question, and loveless kisses that you pressed against his skin. it took you hours to respond to his texts and calls, and when you did, you responded curtly. you stopped coming home, always having plans on weekends with no time for him.

riki didn't know what happened.

he thought that you and him had such a great relationship, filled with love and laughter.

but somewhere along the way, you seemed to lose interest in him.

he asked all your friends, but they said nothing changed about your behavior.

did riki do something wrong? did he make you angry? all questions that he'd never find the answer to.

the silence was piercing, ringing in his ears. he'd just asked you how your day was, and all he got back was a simple, vacant stare, before you turned back to your phone, scrolling mindlessly. his heart sunk so his stomach, brows crashing together.

had riki lost you? all he wanted was for you to look at him, for you to acknowledge him. was he being dramatic?

please, riki begged. please look at me, please see me, please love me.

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floshav · 1 year ago

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more rodrick PLSSSSS it can be anything

omg this is my first req ever and im so excited thank you!!

you wanted more Rodrick well here's more Rodrick.

part 2 out now!!

summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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whorediaries-09 · 9 months ago

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remember how I'd fly to you?💋 another one bc my mind RAN with ideas coquette-y!reader gives siri flowers and he's surprised because she remembered his favorite flower and reader doing lovey-dovey little things (taking care of him when he's drunk, washing his hair softly, giving him massages, making hot cocoa for him) while he stares at her in awe.

okay i kinda like how this one turned out 🎀

lavender haze;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- mutual pinning, tooth rotting fluff, alcohol. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i just wanna stay...

the slut club

i feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

'sirius did you get your helmet?' your startled shout echoes from your house. it's still carries its softness, the healing aura when it falls on sirius' eardrums. he hears your muffled pacing around in the hall. he wonders what you're searching for, sandals or his helmet. he doesn't think you'd like to get your soft bunny slippers dirty.

he bumps his black boot against the gravel of the road, twisting and turning around his motorbike keys. he hears your footsteps echo in your pretty garden as you approach him. his black helmet in your hands, a stark contrast against your pretty pastel colored dress you wore.

'how could forget your helmet sirius!' you scold. but there's no grimace in your tone, or anger. it's pure and raw, honey coated words from your vocal cords. he throws you a lopsided smile. one that makes your heart flutter and do somersaults against your ribcage.

'it ruins my hair,' he says. you knit your eyebrows together, standing on your tiptoes, sliding the helmet across his head. biting your lip, you clasp it under his jaw.

'well you'll have to shave it off if you...' you advise, shaking your head at the horrible thought. his smile softens, as he throws his arm around your neck, pulling you closer. you breathe in his warm scent of cedar and mahogany. his hot breathe fans over your face before he presses a soft peck on your forehead. you close your eyes as heat rushes under your skin.

'i'll be safe from now on, sweetie,' he whispers against your hot blazing skin. your hand crawls over his leather jacket, as you pat him, slowly moving away from his hold. because you're sure that if you don't you'll combust right then and there.

'promise?' you ask. he inserts his key into his bike, turning on the engine. patting his helmet he nods,

'promise.'

the 'just for you' remains silent.

******

you sink your knees into the mud, planting another healthy batch of gloxinias, heathers. daisies and yarrows. your garden isn't very huge, but it's not too small either. it's patched with pretty flower beds and well mowed fresh grass. the abyss of the soft hues of pinks, lavenders and whites melt to form a garden so very like you.

sirius thinks it's endearing how much you take care of flowers. he likes them too, especially the daisies. he wonders how it would feel if you braided them into his hair, but he doesn't want to pick your carefully cultivated flowers.

he doesn't want the flowers on his hair, he thinks. he just wants to feel your fingers running through the locks. and the flowers seem to be an excuse to keep something from you. something like a souvenir. something to keep near him, knowing how much love and effort you put in to grow them.

he sinks his hand into the packet of groceries, pulling out a tray of strawberries.

'hi sweetie,' he says, standing by you. you jump a little, seemingly startled by his sudden appearance. he doesn't blame you. he finds you adorable when you're surprised...well no he finds you adorable all the time. so maybe he'd done it on purpose.

his heart skips a beat as you stand up, wiping your dirty, muddy hands on your apron. your hair is tousled, messy. your eyes reflect the shimmer of the sun, but nothing beats the shine of your smile.

'i brought you strawberries,' he hands you the tray of strawberries. you smile at him, and his heart melts. he's so in love with you, he thinks. it's endearing, how much he wants to kiss your lips, comb your tousled hair, paint your nails with pretty pastel colors, pick out sundresses for you.

'thank you, pretty,' you say. he throws you a lopsided smile. his mind reels with the nickname you used for him...pretty. he's putty in your hands and you don't even know it. he's devoted to you and you don't even know it.

'i'm gonna make it into a jam, would you want some?' you ask.

'i'd love some,'

he doesn't really want you, he loves you.

*****

it was slow. it progressed eventually. when the looks in a crowded room began to wander about solely for him. when you laughed at the silliest jokes by him. when you wore his black leather jacket on a cold day, just to realize you'd like to submerge in his scent forever. when you held his hand for the first time and the sparks crawled under your skin. when the gray skies and beaches only seemed appealing when they were the shade of his eyes.

it took a lot of convincing from lily for you to realize. you didn't really have a crush on sirius. no, you didn't want him.

you loved him.

you'd broken a few flowers from your garden. heathers, yarrows and daisies. you'd tied them together, making a little bouquet. though you weren't sure he'd like it, considering the bouquet looked like a mess. a beautiful mess none the less.

taking in a breath you knocked on his door. you heard shuffling around in his hallway, before the door swung upon, revealing a shirtless sirius. his chest was clad in tattoos, which rather hid under the t-shirts he wore. his gray sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips, revealing his happy trail. fuck, you thought, gulping slowly. you felt the heat crawl under your skin to your neck and ears, your eyes drifting to your shoes.

the sight haunted you, in the best way possible. and even though you could stare at him all day, you were just his friend.

a friend who was hopelessly in love with him.

'hav-have i interrupted something?' you ask, even though no other shoes were visible other than his.

'god, no sweetie, i was hot,'

you are hot, you think wordlessly.

'you can look, i promise,' he says. his voice carries a teasing tone. you're sure you feel your heart burst out from your ribcage and your legs turn shaky when you look at him, leaned against his doorframe, his hand tucked away in his pocket. his smile burns through you, as you hand him the jam and the bouquet of flowers. he's visually speechless. his eyebrows knitted into an unreadable emotion. you wonder what he thinks.

'thanks, love,' he says, nudging his finger against his scrunched up nose. love...he says. he'd never used it before...

you want nothing but to sink into his arms and kiss him.

*****

he wraps his hands around your body. he's sure he smells like whiskey, beer and things you don't like. but you're soft, and he's drunk. he needs you, he needs the one he loves close by. he needs to feel your skin upon his. he needs to submerge himself into your scent.

'pretty, you're drunk,' your house smells so homely. he wants to sink in your cave and presence for an everlasting period. he wants to coat his eardrums into your honey weaved voice forever.

'i knowww,' he slurs. he hears you locking the door. you house smells of vanilla and sugar. he wonders whether he had interrupted your baking session. he wonders whether you're angry at him for drinking. but your beautiful eyes speak nothing. he knits his eyebrows, tucking your head under his jaw. he presses your head against his chest.

'did i interrupt something?'

'no,' you chuckle. he thinks it's the most beautiful melody he's heard.

'sirius, you should take a bath...i'll draw you one yeah?'

he blinks as you separate yourself from him. you guide him to your couch, telling him to sit down and open his shoes. he unbuckles the belt of his boots, before he hears the splashing of water against ceramic.

'sweetie, will you wash my hair?' he says, when he sees you waddle back into the hall. you play with your fingers clumsily, not quite meeting his gaze.

'you're sure?' you whisper.

'yeah,' he nods. his heart somersaults when you agree. so he walks into your washroom. the bubbles in the bathtub shimmer under the moonlight that enter through the window. your bath smells of watermelons and strawberries. he strips himself off his clothes, sinking under the hot water.

'love, you can come in,' he shouts. you slowly walk into your bathroom. he's thrilled, to say the least. to be soaked in your scent. to finally feel your fingers against his scalp. his heart flutters, when you kneel down beside him, grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

the silence is comforting, soaked in an effervescent of pure bliss and innocence. neither of you speak, afraid to jinx the moment. because it feels unreal, a haze. but it's real, your eyes boring into his, your fingers rubbing into his scalp. it's real, his hot breath fanning over your face. it's real, how he feels so close yet so far away. it's real, when he finally breaks the silence.

'i love you, sweetie,'

'you're drunk,'

'in love,'

*****

the smell of hot chocolate mixes with your spritz of cherries. you feel the hot gaze of sirius burn your back through you. he thinks there's nothing not to love about you. he's not drunk from alcohol anymore, but he remembers confessing. he remembers being drunk in love.

because he is, right now. and he wants to be all the time, if it's you he loves.

and he doesn't regret it, no. the poems he'd written about you would never compare to the ethereal love he feels for you. the paints melting on canvas could never capture your beauty. they could never capture how you made him feel. they could never capture the softness of your voice. they could never capture the feeling of your hair against his fingers. they could never capture the feeling of your body pressed against his. they could never capture the random scribbles of your fingers on his back. they could never capture the beauty of your eyes. they could never capture your sunny smile. they could never capture the taste of your jams or cookies. they could never capture the taste of your lips against his.

they could never capture you.

not when your lips melted with his, when you hand him the cup of hot cocoa.

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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glad someone is doing Heathers the fandom has been starved. Could you do Heather Chandler x Fem!reader. Could be like strangers to lovers, idc the fandom needs more lol.

Tipsy Hook Ups||

|| Heather Chandler x fem!reader

|| Warnings: swearing, house party, underage drinking mentions, characters get drunk, heather hooks up with reader while drunk (nothing overly detailed)

|| Summary: Reader gets spotted by Heather M and the two become fast friends, resulting in reader joining the Heathers & Veronica. Heather M invites Reader to a house party where drunk!Heather Chandler hooks up with drunk!Reader.

Requests open!

Started: April 19th

Finished: April 21st

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You and Heather Chandler couldn't be any further from different. While she was popular and hot, you were more artsy and "weird". At least, that's probably how she would look at you. You spent most of your time either in the library or art room, places you were sure Heather Chandler would avoid.

And it worked. For a while.

She had no idea who you were.

Until one day she noticed you. That annoying Monday morning where you had decided to situate yourself just below your school locker. Seated on the ground, sketch book in hand. You weren't giving much thought to what you were drawing: just basic anatomy figure sketches. Nothing that was overly detailed or required a lot of thought. You loved art like that. The stuff you could just effortlessly create.

The Heathers walked by your locker, you did your best not to look up and give eye contact to either of them but of course you were noticed anyways. Just not by the Red Devil.

Heather McNamara noticed you. She took one glance at your art and was immediately sitting down next to you with a smile on her face.

"Oh my God! You're amazing at that! What're you drawing?" She asks, leaning over your shoulder. You flinch at her sudden appearance next to you and her energy, glancing at her and then at the others. Heather Duke had her arms folded across her chest, watching you and Heather McNamara with an intense glare while Heather Chandler took one glance at you. Seemed to stop for a moment before she kept walking. You second guessed and thought maybe you had imagined her stopping.

Your eyes shifted from them to Heather McNamara, feeling a little awkward with the blonde next to you," Oh... um... just-"

You're cut off by Heather Duke, though you're almost relieved by that." Heather, let's go!" She makes a 'get up' hand gesture.

"Okay, okay! Just a second!" Heather McNamara replies, looking to you again after looking over at Heather Duke. "Can you teach me how to draw like that sometime? My art score is low and I could use a tutor."

"Sure..?" You raise an eyebrow slightly. That was the last thing you expected to have happen.

"Great! Thanks! Oh! What's your name?" She asks you just as she was about to get up.

"Y/N." You respond, she smiles at you and gives you a quick (awkward) hug.

"Nice meeting you, Y/N! Library after school today?"

"Okay.."

"Great!" Heather gets up and leaves, Heather Duke scoffs and glares at you before they both scramble after Heather Chandler who was a good distance ahead.

That's how you and Heather McNamara became friends. Something you never thought would happen. From what you've gathered, she's much nicer than the other Heathers.

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It's been three weeks now of you tutoring Heather in art, you thought she was getting better at it. On top of it, you both were close friends now. She was just so easy to talk to and genuinely pretty funny once you got to know her.

It was after school, you and Heather M were in the school library. Working on an art project the two of you had been paired together for. You guys didn't have the same art class, but the art teacher was trying this thing where she paired students from different class periods on projects. You weren't sure why, you thought maybe it was her way of getting students to connect with people they normally wouldn't.

"Y/N, I was wondering. Are you busy this Friday night?" She asked you, you looked up from the references you'd been flipping through in a book and shook your head.

"No, why?"

Her smile widened and you immediately regretted not coming up with a lie. You knew that look.

"Kurt and Ram are hosting a house party. I'll have Heather come to yours when she picks the rest of us up!"

Great. Now you're going to a house party. You'd done so well at avoiding those.

"Alright.. but could you come to mine after school first? I have no idea what to wear to a house party." You admit.

"Oh my Gosh! Totally! Ee, this is going to be awesome!" She squeals, throwing her hands into the air. Her excited look made it worth it.

~~~

Friday night rolls around, Heather M had helped you get into a nice outfit (whatever you want to imagine) and Heather Chandler had gotten all five of you to the party. The five being you, Veronica, the Heathers.

You weren't sure what to expect. Sure you could guess but all those guesses made you nervous. Luckily, you had Heather M and Veronica keeping an eye on you. In the time you had known Heather M Veronica had become friends with you too.

It was well into the party now, you had a few drinks. Nothing too insane, but you were definitely a little tipsy. Not as bad as the other Heathers and Veronica, who you were surprised to see as drunk as she was.

You were leaned up against the counter top in the kitchen, watching as Heather M poured each of you another drink. Heather Chandler walked over to you with a smirk.

"Hey, nerd. Come over here for a second." She demanded, you glanced at her in confusion but listened.

Without warning, she kissed you. Heather D & M and Veronica stared at the both of you with wide eyes and confusion. Veronica cheered though.

"Yeah! Get it, Y/N!" She's drunk, leave her be.

You blushed heavily and pulled away after a moment, staring into Heather's eyes. You couldn't read her. You didn't want to admit it, but you had been crushing on her as you got closer with the group. Did she pick up on that? What did this mean?

"Come on." Heather C muttered, grabbing you by your hand; dragging you somewhere upstairs and into one of the bedrooms.

You weren't sure whose but you didn't care enough to figure it out. You just simply followed Heather.

When she got you into the room, she had pushed you against the closed door with a bit of force. Kissing at your neck which got a gasp out of you, you moved her off you so you could gather your thoughts.

"What the hell?" You asked, breathless. She smirked again at that and her hand trailed down your side.

"This is what you've wanted, isn't it?" Fuck.

She knew.

You gulped and didn't answer, which confirmed everything for her," Just relax and let it happen. You're hot, let me fucking kiss you." Heather whispered against your lips.

Part of you knew this was wrong. You were both drunk. Her more than you. You were sure both of you would regret this in the morning. But right now? You didn't care about any of that.

Little did you know neither of you would regret it and that it would turn into something more.

#x reader #fem reader #canon x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #heathers #heathers x reader #heather chandler #heather chandler x reader #heather chandler x fem!reader

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magpiepills · 7 months ago

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Aquarius

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Javier Pena x new (f) secretary at the embassy

Word count: 1.3 k

Summary: Javi is an unrepentant whore and fucks the secretary on his lunch break.

Warnings: gosh. Sort of mean/careless Javi, he does not remember her name. PWP. Unprotected PIV, use Of sex toy, oral (f receiving) deep throating, panty hose, mentions of m receiving oral, mention of anal, big dick Javi, probably more, I can’t recall now. Third person pov, oc I guess but minimal physical description of female partner. She is wearing a skirt and panty hose, and is shorter than Javi. Use your imagination and make this you if you want. It’s totally you. Javi wouldn’t be able to resist you, you minx.

A word from the author: sorry, I was horny. I read a blind item that gave me thots and now here we are. He’s a whore, father.

Javi doesn’t know why the last secretary left. They went through a few a year. They were always young and pretty and he didn’t mind the fresh scenery while he did his paperwork in the office.

Who was this one? Emily? Heather? Allyson? He couldn’t remember. He knew she had a skirt on and he knew he owed her a pair of panty hose after he had ripped through the pair she had on. He was delighted to find she didn’t also wear panties. He wanted to devour her. He didn’t even buy her dinner or take her out properly. He walked her straight from her desk to his Jeep, then ushered her into his apartment.

He bent her over the kitchen counter so her feet barely touched the floor. Fucked her hard and fast with one hand on her hip and the other pulling her hair back so he can see her face and how wrecked she is by his cock. She didn’t even ask him to wear a condom and he didn’t offer. He pulled out slow then thrust in hard and deep, making her cry out. He tapped her cheek when she closed them. “Uh uh. Eyes on me, querida.” The pet name was the only tenderness he offered.

Javi’s cock was big. It was no secret. If you didn’t know from the office gossip whispered by every woman in the embassy that he had taken in the file room, his back seat, or in his apartment, you could see it well enough through the tight fabric of the pants he wore. He was long and thick, always on his left. He had a knack for knowing when anyone looked at it and he enjoyed how they blushed when he caught them, winking and giving them a salacious little grin.

He easily turned her over without pulling out. A fun little party trick that he liked hearing about second or third hand back in the office. Stripped of everything but the ruined panty hose, he pushed her knees up and cupped one bouncing tit in his hand while the other trailed down to rubbed expertly at her throbbing clit.

He knew if he could get the angle just right he make her squirt on the kitchen counter. He wondered if it would be her first time and if she would get shy about it.

He didn’t have time to make her soak his belly and counter, she came anyway, thrusting her hips right up into his own, taking him easily the way she was dripping slick, but gripping him tight in her little pussy. He watched intently at the way he entered her, stretching her little cunt. He loved ruining pretty little pussies. No matter how many dicks she took after this, she’d remember his best. The rhythmic spasm of her orgasm triggered his own. Javi gritted his teeth, pounding into her and unloading deep inside, a warm, abundant mess of cum to drip out of her the rest of the day.

She whimpered when he pulled out, followed by a trickle of milky white that slid down the letting her ass.

Normally Javi would give her a cigarette and take her back to work. He was on the clock and his lunch hour didn’t last forever,after all. The way she was so delirious, so cock drunk for him, though? He couldn’t resist.

He pulled a chair away from his kitchen table and made room for himself between her legs. Licking slow, deliberate stripes along her puffy lips, he used his thumb to push the leaking cum back into her. “Javi…” she breathed, and clenched at his shallow intrusion.

When he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, she gasped, winding her hips up for more.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t get enough? Fucked out little pussy need more?” He teased in faux incredulity. Whining, she reached for his hair, trying in vain to pull him back to her aching clit. She knew better than to expect him to be ready to go again so soon. “Please, Javier. Make me come again.”

To hell with work. He kissed up over her mound, over the soft skin of her belly, and to the stiff point of each nipple, licking and sucking at each one before smacking her thigh. “Don’t move. I’m gonna call Steve, tell him we got stuck in traffic.” He went to his bedroom and quickly called his partner and told him not to look for him the rest of the day, that he was going to be inside the new secretary. He forgot to ask Steve her name. He hung up quickly and opened his nightstand to retrieve just what the little slut on his counter needed.

Back between her spread thighs, he smacks the thick dildo against her pussy, making her jolt. “Listen to how wet you are.” He positioned the fat head of the toy cock at her entrance and twisted it as he pressed, teasing her. He worked slowly, gently opening her once again, and admiring how it was covered in his cum each time he pulled it back out. He fucked her with the dildo, listening to the squelch of her pussy and her panting and moaning. He loved to pull it all the way out and circle her entrance with his thumb, delighted in the way her little hole clenched desperately around nothing. He licked her firmly from where she dripped up to her clit. The sounds she made grew louder and shriller, bound to draw the attention whis neighbors, but bringing the blood rushing back to his cock.

Fully hard and needing a warm wet hole to fuck, he pulled the dildo from her and brought it to her lips. “Clean it up for me. You’re so messy, querida.” He tsked. He held it while she licked the heady mix of their fluids, and began to stroke his cock while she sucked it. He pushed it deeper, curious to see how much cock she could swallow before she gagged. Her eyes water and she whined around the wet toy, but she took it deep. Javi considered pulling her down to her knees and feeding her his cock instead.

His cock throbbed and he lined himself back up, pushing in with less resistance this time, he set a vigorous pace, his eyes flitting from her flushed, mascara smeared face to her bouncing tits, to where he rammed into her. “Rub your clit. Make yourself come. Come on. Show me what you’re gonna do when you’re thinking about this cock later.” It was his turn to fall apart. “Fuck, Javi. Never going to stop thinking about your big cock. Gonna think about you every night. Gonna think about you fucking me at work. Feels so good, Javi. So fucking big.” Her last orgasm was every bit as intense as the others, crashing over her like a wave, with Javi not far behind, filling her once again with his spend.

As they caught their breath, she didn’t bother getting off the counter. Too boneless to stand yet, she sipped the glass of water he gave her. Javi sat back down in the chair he had pulled over and lit a cigarette. They passed it back and forth in silence, he wondered if she would last long at the embassy, how many more chances he might get to fuck her.

As he thought he mindlessly stroked her thigh, runninghis big, warm hand over the smooth Lycra of her ruined nylons. He liked the contrast of how the darker material looked and felt next to where it was ripped

Open and exposed the silky skin of her thighs. He let his hand roam down to her mound, stroking the soft curls there, then lower, ghosting over her slick and swollen folds, and dared to explore further, pressing the pad of his thumb against the taut ring of her cum-slick asshole. He wondered if she’d let him…

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dodobird273 · 3 days ago

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YK WHAT RAMSHACKLE FACTS

Vinnie : Vinnie is an cocky orphan scrap (obvi) . Her theme song is Santeria by sublime. She’s more trashy punk than riot grrrl. She’s scared of thunder and losing her friends. She really likes pirates. She likes her marshmallows BURNT like more burnt than my grandma when she got cremated (she’s my dead grandma I CAN JOKE ABOUT IT) she’s exes with ditch and the twins owe her money I think. The prostitues that live above the trio are parent figures to vinnie most

Stone : stone hasn’t told vinnie or skipp about being rich before. His parents are like Matilda’s and used him as a butler and Avrilles labrat because he didn’t succeed. He doesn’t like physical touch. He doesn’t drink alcohol he drinks an energy drink that he’s allergic to and gets drunk off of. He’s the second oldest in the trio. Scared of mice and rats. Plays fiddle

Skipp : Related to maroon (cousins). Doesn’t really understand physical boundaries? (I think). Has the best experience with escaping jail. He gets along with his acid trip demon and smokes weed with him. He’s the oldest. He’s the shortest in the trio I’m pretty sure. He smokes the most WEED not cigarettes. He can give stick n poke tattoos (I also sorta head cannon that he pierced Vinnies ears) doesn’t like cen and Rigel. Plays mandolin. Likes apples

BG CHARACTERS.

Ditch : not really much on this ho other than he’s the gang leader and associated with maroon (maybe skipps family??). He used to be VERRYYY German. And used to be a cop when he was first a human. Used to be a dead dog. Stone doesn’t know who ditch is. Largest gang in ramshackle. Calls girls kitten?? Likes rap.

Maroon : Skipps cousin. Used to be a gangster (prob for ditch by the theory of that one post) shes tried to teach the trio to drive (stone was the best and most interested) used to be dating Avrille (but not canon anymore) doesn’t smoke. Friends with Danté. Chauffeur/bodyguard for tre

Avrille : not much on her. Scientist of sorts. Took over the family business and sells candy (those are drugs and illegal in ramshackle btw) really rich. Doesn’t like stone. Drinks wine and smokes a pipe. She has a limp so she uses a cane has three dogs.

Tre : a whiny little BITCH— so he’s older than the trio by one year. Has a rivalry with stone. Scared of his dad (hear me out on his mom) he’s FRENCH OUI OUI. He overworks himself. Can’t fight. Drinks (sorta) wannabe cop. Doesn’t like the two jocks he works with. (Zi mentioned something about wanting the three of them to be in an animatic of Blue from heathers)

SPOILERSS

acid trip demons (trio)

Tripp : smokes weed. Scene sorta. (Like a dj had a kid with a scene queen) gets along with skipp.

Pebble : likes to torment stone. Would play guitar. Brews his own mead.

Vinyl : not much on her. But vinnie dislikes her. Likes vinnie tho. Veryyy girly.

There’s not many and I’m really tired rn so I may update later.

#shitpost #ramshackle #ramshackle vinnie #little rant #ramshackle avrille #skipp ramshackle #stone ramshackle #maroon ramshackle #tre ramshackle #ramshackle ditch

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ourtearsofrain · 3 months ago

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Wish I Were Heather (D.R.W/S.F.K)

Summary: Needing a distraction to help him get over his ex, Sam asks Danny to join him at a party. Reluctantly, he agrees; but neither can expect where the night will lead them.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count:  little over 4.5k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), (safe) alcohol consumption, negative past relationships, choking (consensual; on dick), getting used during sex (in a consensual way that has clear signals and safety measures), crying during sex

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“Can you please, PLEASE, just go with me? I need a pick me up, and I will not be the loser to show up to Simon’s party alone.”

Danny looks up from his phone at the frustration in Sam’s voice, having been absent-mindedly arguing with him for at least 15 minutes, only to see him staring him down as his face twisted with a mix of annoyance and desperation. “I told you, I don’t go to his parties with you anymore. Not after last time when you drank so much that I had to practically carry you out.”

“C’mon, I wasn’t that drunk.”

Danny’s features deadpan as he looks at him, his voice flat as he recollects the night. “You threw up in my car. Twice. It was $50 to get it deep-cleaned.”

“Ok fair, BUT I paid you back for that. Please, Danny. You know I’ve been in a funk since Heather and I broke up and I- I really need this. I really, really don’t want to go alone.”

I can’t believe I’m about to agree to this. “Fine, I’ll go. On one condition.”

Sam’s face lights up at his words, nodding his head eagerly as he looks at Danny with a grin. “Anything.”

“You’ll watch your liquor. That means one hard alcohol drink max, OR no more than two beers. Don’t look at me like that, we both know your limit is higher. I’m not taking the chance of having to drag you out again, I want to have fun tonight too, not babysit.”

“It’s not babysitting, I’m not a child. But fine, whatever. Pick me up at 9?”

“Can do.” Danny only watches as Sam turns away from him and he makes his way towards the front door, only to stop himself as his hand finds the handle. Turning back towards him, sincerity crosses his features as he finds his words.

“And Danny, thank you. Really, I appreciate it. Promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“I’m holding you to that, Sammy.” He offers the other man a small smile before Sam opens the door, the sound of it closing behind him echoing on the walls as Danny’s mind spirals.

He had more reasons than just having to take care of a wasted Sam that had made him give him the liquor limit. Danny knew very well by now that whenever Sam got drunk, he got flirty and touchy with him. Being a decent human being, Danny never reciprocated the “advances”, knowing that his best friend’s state of mind was too altered for anything that happened between them to be consensual. Every time, he prevented Sam from taking it too far, not wanting him to have any regrets the next morning. Every time, he kept his own desires hidden until after he made sure that Sam had safely made it home or to his couch. And every time, he would retreat to the privacy of his own bedroom to cry himself to sleep, wrapping his arms around a pillow as he sobbed and wished that it was his best friend, sober and safe in his embrace.

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Cracking his eyes open, Danny squints at the clock on his bedside table, finally giving up on trying to take an uninterrupted nap as his nerves keep him drifting in and out of sleep.

8:50 PM

SHIT! Danny throws the covers off himself as he scrambles out of bed, frantically turning his light on and rushing to his closet. Grabbing the first top his hands find, he pays no mind to it as he throws it on and finds a pair of black jeans from his floor. He scrambles through his apartment as he wrestles his shoes on and grabs his phone, wallet and keys before stopping to look at himself in the small mirror by his door. With his curls an unruly mess from sleep, he twists it before securing it with a large claw clip, knowing he had no time to do much else with it.

The entire drive over to Sam’s, he goes five over the speed limit, knowing that if he was even a minute late, he would never hear the end of it. Somehow, he arrives just as the clock strikes 9, pulling into Sam’s driveway just as his front door opens. Sam waltzes out as Danny parks, wasting no time in yanking the door open and throwing himself into the passenger seat. “Who’s ready to paaaaartayyyyy?!"

"Please tell me you didn’t pregame.”

Sam rolls his eyes as he shoves Danny’s shoulder lightly, buckling his seatbelt soon after as Danny begins the drive to the party. “I didn’t pregame, Daniel. Can’t a guy be excited to go to a party to help him keep his mind away from his toxic ex?”

“Fine, fine, yeah that’s valid. Sorry I doubted you, Sammy.”

“You really should be.”

“So, need me to be your wingman tonight?” Danny’s heart sinks as he waits for his answer, knowing that even though Heather and Sam had broken up, he still needed to prioritize being his best friend despite his feelings for him.

“Na, I’m not looking for any action tonight” Sam glances over at him before he does a double take, his eyes glued to Danny’s outfit. “Hey, is that my sweater?”

Glancing down, Danny sees a white sweater, the top detailed with geometric shapes in black, dark yellow, green, and read as he realizes that he didn’t remember buying it. “Uh, maybe? I just found it in my closet, you could have left it at my place, and it got thrown in with my laundry. I would give it to you now, but I’m not wearing anything under so I can get it back to you tomorrow.”

“Keep it, looks better on you than it does me.”

“Oh- ok, thanks.” They say nothing more as they drive, finding Simon’s house in no time as Danny parks on the street a few houses down. It was clear that there was very obviously a party occurring as Danny removes his keys from the ignition, a thought popping into his mind causing him to stop Sam just as his hand finds the door handle. “Listen Sammy, if you want or need to leave at any time, just say the word and we can. I know this is to try and get your mind off Heather, but if it becomes too much, we can leave whenever.”

“Thanks. And again, thanks for coming with me. I know you didn’t really want to come, so same goes for you.”

“Alright. Ready?”

Sam takes a deep breath as he glances back to the house, his hand still frozen on the handle. “Ready.” Getting out of the car, they make their way towards the house side by side as the muffled sound of music grows louder. The smell of weed and alcohol immediately bombards their senses as they enter the house, finding the party well underway despite it being so “early” in the night. Various people greet them, friends and strangers alike, as they make their way through the rooms, quickly finding the kitchen together. Sam grabs an IPA from a 12 pack on the counter, wasting no time in cracking it open as Danny grabs a solo cup and fills it with water.

“Not drinking tonight?”

Danny shrugs as Sam takes a sip from his can, his eyes locked on Danny in a way that turns his stomach upside down with butterflies. “Don’t feel like it, plus I’m the designated driver, remember?”

“Sam! You made it! And you brough Danny! Didn’t think you’d be able to drag him to another one of my parties after the state you were in last time.” Simon’s cheery voice interrupts them, and both men turn towards the sound to see him approaching them with a smile.

“Yeah well, he only agreed because I promised him I wouldn’t get drunk tonight.” Sam laughs out as he hugs the other man in greeting.”

“Ah ok, let’s see if you stay true to that. C’mon, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other; there’s a few empty spots in the living room where we can catch up!” Both men follow him into the living room before Sam and Danny take a seat on the only unoccupied couch as Simon sits on the coffee table across from it. They spend the next hour talking with him as Sam nurses his beer, trying to make his limited drink count last. Eventually, as the host of the party, Simon excuses himself to make rounds of the house, no doubt checking to see how much damage had already been done.

“You having fun, Sammy? I really do appreciate you agreeing to the drink limit, I know it’s more fun to be drunk at these.” When he doesn’t get a response, Danny looks over at Sam to see his focus fixed intently on something across the room, his face contorted with barely concealed rage. Danny follows his eyes until he sees the cause of his anger: Heather clinging to an attractive man by the front door, obviously watching them out of the corner of her eye.

“You see that guy she’s with? That’s the guy she told me not to fucking worry about. We broke up two goddamn weeks ago, we were together for four fucking years, and she just immediately throws herself into his arms the second she can?!” Pausing, Sam collects himself for a moment before continuing. “And to think, all the shit she gave me about you.”

“What?”

Sam sets his can down on the table, ripping his eyes away from the pair until they land on Danny, fury still dripping from his words. “She was worried about our friendship. She knows you’re bi and kept fucking giving me the ‘it’s me or him’ ultimatums because she was worried that you’d make an advance on me.”

Oh… “Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s- that’s actually why we broke up. I told her that I was spending the day with you because she was busy, and she blew up. Kept going on about how she just knew you were trying tot ‘take me’ from her, and how it was her or you.”

“You- you chose me, Sam?”

“Of course I did. You’re my best friend. And I know you didn’t like her, but you never gave me any ‘choose between us’ shit. She’s the one with issues, not you.” What Sam had never told anyone, especially Heather, was that he had thought about what it was like to kiss Danny. Nor that he had woken up in a cold sweat needing to change his boxers, with the last thing he remembered from his dreams being Danny’s eyes and his gorgeous nose more times than he could count. How he knew he would never cheat on Heather, but he was still embarrassed and confused by the thoughts about his best friend that plagued his mind.

Danny steals a glance towards Heather, finding her still throwing herself onto the other man as she eyed them from across the room. She shoots Danny a dirty look before going back to pretending to be invested in the conversation around her. Danny looks back to Sam, taking a deep breath before finally making eye contact with him once more. This is the stupidest fucking idea you’ve ever had, I swear to God. “Do you want to make her jealous?”

“What?”

“I said, do you want to make her jealous?”

“Yeah? I mean, she probably only brought that guy hoping I would be here. I’m not jealous, but I figure might as well give her a taste of her own medicine. What do you have in mind?”

Wiping his palms on his jeans, Danny’s eyes dart across Sam’s features as he begins to panic. What if he thinks I’m trying to make a move on him? What if he hates me for even suggesting it? “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Just this one beer, why?”

Danny takes a deep breath before forcing his eyes to meet Sam’s curious gaze, his nerves skyrocketing as he prepares to propose his idea. “Can I kiss you? Only to make her jealous, of course.” Sam’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth drawing int a silent “Oh”, causing Danny to scramble to continue. “You don’t have to say yes, it’s just one idea, we can find another.”

“No. No, I mean yes. Yes, you can kiss me. To make her jealous.”

What have I gotten myself into? “Ok.” Danny tries to focus as he feels his cheeks heat, taking one last deep breath before he brings his hand to the side of Sam’s face, his hand gently cupping his jaw and cheek as he guides him towards himself until their lips meet.

Danny had only planned for their kiss to be quick and gentle, only long enough for Heather to have seen it. But as Sam melts under his touch, Danny can’t help himself as the other man’s lips part slightly, sighing into his mouth. Gaining confidence, Danny swipes his tongue lightly against the soft skin of Sam’s bottom lip, reveling in the slight hitch in his breath as their kiss quickly becomes a full blown make out, fueled by desperation and need. With his lips still parted against his own, Danny bites down gently on his lower lip, devouring the quiet groan that escapes Sam. Before he can think about it, the hand not on Sam’s jaw snakes its way around his lower back, pulling him towards himself to close the space between them. Sam shows no hesitation as he allows himself to be guided closer to him, his own hand finding Danny’s inner thigh closest to him as it slowly travels upwards. Too lost in one another, neither of them notice Heather staring daggers at them from across the room, her face beet red as she silently seethes.

Finally, after a few heated minutes they break apart, panting heavily as they stare at the other, their pupils devouring the irises of their eyes. “Wanna get out of here?” Sam’s voice comes out as barely above a whisper, but Danny has no trouble hearing it as he remains mere inches from his face, caught up in how Sam kept stealing glances back down to his lips.

“Yeah- yeah. My place or yours?”

“Yours, it’s closer.” The second the words leave his mouth, Sam’s hand immediately finds Danny’s, intertwining their fingers as he pulls him off the couch and towards the door. As they walk right past Heather, they pay her no mind at all as they rush out of the house and towards Danny’s car, her furious glare following their path until the door closes behind them. Danny doesn’t know how to feel as Sam drags him across the lawns, his heart and mind torn at how eager Sam seemed to be to get back to his house. What if he’s just horny or caught up in the moment? I know he isn’t drunk, but what if he regrets it tomorrow? What if he isn’t thinking straight and you ruin what you have with him. He’s my best friend, I can’t- I can’t lose him. Danny forces his mind to quiet as they slam the car doors, turning his attention to the route back to his place as he’s quick to start his car. The drive is silent as neither know what to say, afraid that speaking would break the energy that had built between them.

Parking in his driveway, both men immediately scramble out of the car as soon as the engine shuts off, rushing to make their way towards his front door without a word. As soon as the door is shut behind them, Danny’s hands find Sam’s waist, pulling him towards himself as their lips reconnect. With the added privacy of his home, their kiss is charged with a heavy passion as their hands begin to roam over each other’s bodies, eager and wanting in the darkness of the hall. As Danny’s fingers toy with the hemline of Sam’s shirt, they brush the sensitive skin of his stomach, causing him to shudder and deepen their kiss as he leans into the other man.

“Can I take this off?”

“Please fucking do.” Danny pulls Sam’s shirt off in one brisk motion, his lips finding the soft skin of his neck as he begins sucking what were sure to become hickeys into his skin. Moaning, the sound that escapes Sam is no longer muffled by Danny’s lips as he finds an extra sensitive part of his neck, just below the hinge of his jaw.

Oh my fucking god, I can’t take this anymore. At the thought, Danny grabs Sam’s wrist, pulling him behind himself as he makes his way towards his bedroom. As they enter it, Danny pulls his sweater off, Sam’s sweater, and discards it on the floor before his hands move to the button of his jeans. Sam does the same, his shaking hands finally unfastening it as both articles of clothing join Danny’s sweater on the floor. Their boxers join them next before Danny backs towards his bed, sitting on the edge as Sam immediately follows to rest on his knees between his legs. Sam stares up at him with wide eyes, his lips parted as Danny takes his cock in his hand and pumps it a few times, hissing at the friction.

God, he’s so fucking gorgeous like this. “Gonna put that pretty little mouth to use or are you just gonna stare while I do all the work?”

Sam’s head immediately moves forward at his words, hips lips circling Danny’s tip as he experimentally swirls his tongue around it. Closing his eyes, Danny lets a heavy sigh leave his lips has his hands come up to grip the sheets at his sides. Spurred on by the nearly pornographic sounds leaving Danny’s mouth, Sam leans forward, taking him deeper into his mouth. Danny manages to crack his eyes open, looking down at the other man as pleasure courses through his body, electrifying him from within.

“Fuck- You look so good like that, Sammy.” The praise goes straight to Sam’s dick, moaning around Danny as he ruts his hips forward, only to meet nothing but empty space. Danny removes his hands from the bed beside him, brushing Sam’s hair away from his face and using one hand to hold it back in a makeshift ponytail, slightly tugging at the hair in his fist just enough for the other man to feel a slight sting. Sam responds by taking him deeper, testing his gag reflex as only an inch or two of Danny’s cock remains outside of his mouth. The sensation causes Danny’s hips to involuntarily jut forward, his hand in Sam’s hair pulling him towards his body until he’s completely buried in his throat.

Sam gags, but Danny’s too caught up in his pleasure to hear it. Gagging again, Sam tries to take a breath in but is unable to, his frantic gasp finally pulling Danny back to the moment. He immediately pulls Sam off as he gasps for air the second he finds he’s able to fully breathe again. “Shit- I’m so sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t realize-”

“Do it again.” His words completely catch Danny off guard, having expected the other man to end their activities then and there or react angrily.

Saying nothing, Danny raises an eyebrow at Sam as he looks up at him with wide, already fucked-out eyes, his lips slick with spit. “Tap me twice when you need air.” The second the words leave his mouth, Danny applies pressure at the back of Sam’s head until his nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. Sam gags again as he holds him there for a moment, tears welling at his waterline as he attempts to find out just how long he can hold his breath. The next time he gags, his hand flies up to Danny’s calf, gripping his muscled skin forcefully but not tapping out yet. As he blinks up at Danny, his tears escape, trailing down his cheeks silently as Sam reaches his limit. He finally taps his calf twice, immediately being pulled off by Danny as he gulps down air.

Danny gives him a moment to breathe before beginning to reapply the pressure at the back of his head, waiting to feel any sign of resistance. When he doesn’t, he continues his motions, only speaking as Sam’s lips brush against the tip of his dick. “Again.”

Sam sinks back down onto him before Danny pulls him off, abruptly slamming his cock back down Sam’s throat the second he makes another gasp for air. He chokes but doesn’t tap out, allowing Danny to repeat his motions as he uses his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m so close-” Sam’s eyes roll to the back of his head as the other man abuses his mouth, too distracted to notice the ache between his own legs. Danny continues his assault on Sam’s throat for only a few seconds more before his head falls back, his eyes screwing shut as his grip on his hair only tightens. “Shit- I’m gonna-” Danny can offer no other warning before he lets out a guttural moan, his release coating Sam’s throat as he rides his night out. As he finally finishes, he pulls Sam off as he becomes overstimulated, the other man only slumping against his leg with a sigh, his head coming to rest on the side of Danny’s knee.

Once he’s had the chance to catch his breath, his focus is immediately drawn back to Sam who sat blinking up at him, still panting and taking heavy, deep breaths as he recovers. “We’re not done yet.” Danny pulls him off the ground, flipping their positions as he pushes him onto the bed with his feet still planted on the floor as Danny kneels between his legs.

His back arches off the bed as soon as Danny’s lips make contact with his neglected dick, having no trouble in completely sinking down onto him as he sets a brisk pace. Bobbing his head up and down, his hands grip the undersides of Sam’s thighs as the other man fists the sheets below him, and he comes undone with a high-pitched moan within no time.

When Sam’s spent, Danny pulls himself off, allowing himself to take in the sight of him laying on his bed and flushed from their activities as Sam pants heavily. Managing to sit up, Sam fixes his gaze on Danny before bringing his hand up to gently cup the curve of his jaw. Danny begins to lean into his touch before he stops himself, moving his hand up to push Sam’s hand away as he stands. He makes his way towards the other side of the bed as he deliberately avoids Sam’s eyes, drawing back the covers as he climbs in and removes the claw clip from his hair before he settles into the mattress.

“You can stay the night if you want.”

“What?”

“I said that you can stay the night if you want, Sam.” His tone is clipped and flat as he fights the tears at his waterline, threatening to spill onto his cheeks as his fears consume his mind.

“That’s it?!” At the frustration and hurt in Sam’s tone, Danny forces himself to make eye contact once more, instantly regretting it as he sees confusion and what he could swear was heartbreak painted across his features. “Is this just going to be something we pretend never happened? Or worse yet, never be able to look each other in the eye again. Just some quick fuck, one and done and that’s it? Did you just want to make Heather jealous, one-up her or something as revenge for how she thought of you? Was that all this was to you?” Sam’s voice breaks as tears begin to well in his eyes once more. Danny reaches for him, immediately wanting to comfort Sam before he stops himself, his fingers only inches away from his skin. “You can touch me, Daniel. You’re not going to fucking catch something.” Sam’s voice is low and serious, his pain tangible in his tone as he stares Danny down.

“Oh baby, no. It’s- it’s not you. I didn’t-” Danny takes a deep breath, trying to keep his tears from escaping as he tries to explain. “I didn’t want to scare you off is all.” His voice is quiet, thick with apology and regret as Sam laughs humorlessly.

“Scare me off? Danny, I just had your dick in my throat, you aren’t going to scare me off by trying to cuddle.”

Danny’s tears finally escape as he recalls his past experiences, the pain of them striking him deep in his chest. He knew he needed to explain them, he knew Sam deserved to know, but it still hurt all the same. “I know… I know. It’s just that- the other guys I’ve been with, they’ve never- they never wanted to cuddle or anything after. They always chose to leave immediately or fall asleep with their back to me. Either way, I always woke up alone.”

Sliding under the covers next to him, Sam makes the first move to reach out as he pulls Danny towards his body, their limbs tangling under the covers as he gently wipes the tears from his cheeks. He makes sure Danny’s looking at him before he responds, making sure that his voice was sincere and genuine. “You aren’t going to wake up alone this time, I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that, Sammy.” As he offers a small smile to the other man, Danny’s mind wanders back to the first time he had said those words that night, almost laughing at the parallel, at how much had changed since then. “I- I don’t want this to be a one and done thing, I don’t want this to come between us negatively. And I definitely wasn’t using you, this- us, to make Heather jealous or to get some kind of twisted revenge on her. I want- I want you to be my boyfriend, I want to be with you. I have since before you even met Heather, I just never said anything because of her, and because- because I didn’t want to ruin our relationship if you didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t lose you, Sammy.”

Sam places a gentle kiss to his forehead, nuzzling his face into his hair as the pair settle into each other. “I feel the same, Danny. I always have, I just- I just didn’t realize it until now. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Sammy. So can I- can I call you my boyfriend now?”

“Of course you can, as long as I can call you mine.”

“I’d like that.” Danny says nothing more as he half-sits up, leaning back and almost out of Sam’s embrace only to kiss him slowly before flicking the remaining light in his room off. Settling back into his arms, he snakes his own around Sam’s body as he buries his face into the soft, warm skin of his neck.

This time, no tears come as he drifts towards sleep, his arms finally wrapped around his best friend, his boyfriend, sober and safe in his embrace.

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A/N: Yes, I will almost always subtly make the villain/Sam's toxic ex her but not her, because it's funny to me. Toooooatlly just a coincidence that their names all start with H.

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toooster · 1 month ago

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Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Long distance relationship with Bucky

Warnings: Pet names? Tiny bit of cussing

A/N: I absolutely adore this one, it’s so cute. I started working on Heather but I hated the prompt that I had with it. 😭 Also this is a reminder that these are blurbs and not the whole song! Enjoy!

Hey there Delilah, what’s it like in New York City? I’m a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do.

“Hey doll.” was the first thing you heard as you picked up the FaceTime call, you couldn’t deny it, you missed this man more than anything in the world.

“Hey, you staying out of trouble for me?” You asked as you let out a small laugh, “I try. You look stunning.”

You’d just gotten back from a meeting, you felt disgusting but hearing Bucky say that made you feel slightly better.

“Oh stop. I’m a sweaty mess, I just got done with that meeting I told you about.” You explained “you still look gorgeous though.” He said giving you his notorious smirk.

You felt as if you were gonna faint.

Times Square can’t shine as bright as you. I swear it’s true. Hey there Delilah, don’t you worry about the distance, I’m right there if you get lonely. Give this song another listen, close your eyes. Listen to my voice, it’s my disguise. I’m by your side.

After living in the same apartment with your boyfriend for 3 years, living on your own was hard.

Who was gonna make sure there isn’t a serial killer behind your shower curtain? Who was gonna make sure you didn’t run into poles when you’re drunk?

Truth be told you weren’t sure you could live without him, not because of the stereotypical “I need a man” thing, but who can live without their best friend by their side?

“Either you need to come here, or I’m coming to you. I can’t be alone anymore, I’ve started talking to myself in the mirror.” You confided in Bucky, only to get a snort in return. “What do you talk about?” “Oh shut up you dick.” You laughed.

“Well you know I’m always a phone call away.” He said lowly, almost sounding sad. He was missing you just as much as you were missing him.

Oh it’s what you do to me

I sniffled after getting off the phone with Bucky. Oh how I needed him back.

Oh it’s what you do to me

I walked along the side walk behind about 100 people, a tall, short haired brunette guy caught my eye. Was it Bucky?

“Bucky?” I asked as I tapped him on the shoulder, “uh..my name is William.” A brown eyed man said as he turned to you. “Oh I’m so sorry!”

Oh it’s what you do to me

I walked in the living room and looked at a photo of, Sam, Bucky, and I. I started bawling. No one ever made me cry like this, I just needed to be in the same city as him again.

Oh it’s what you do to me. What you do to me.

I picked up my phone and clicked onto his contact, I debated calling. I didn’t want to sound needy but I just needed to hear his voice in that moment.

I clicked the call button.

“Hey? Everything ok?” Bucky asked, concern lacing his voice. “Hey, yeah I’m fine. I’ve just been a mess this week and needed to hear your voice.” he didn’t say anything back.

“Bucky?”

There’s a knock on the door.

“Hold on I’ll be right back.” I said as I sat the phone down and walked to the door, I peered out only to see the man I love so deeply.

“BUCK!” I yelled as I jumped onto him, both of us crashing to the ground.

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storiesofsvu · 4 months ago

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Heather Dunbar SFW Alphabet

Heather Dunbar x reader warnings: language, minor flaws, alcohol mentioned, nsfw subject briefly mentioned lol I do NOT know how it happened that I've been writing for Heather for so long and somehow never did this alphabet, so... here we go! It was honestly nice to get back writing for her again!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

We all know Ms Ma’am’s first go to love language is gift giving, she’s busy with work, constantly, and she’s got the money to throw around so it’s very likely that you’ve got fresh flowers on your porch every week, dinner being delivered if she can’t be here and all the luxury items you could ever want. She’s also an acts of service; even if she’s not the one personally doing them, she makes sure someone on her staff is like, picking up your groceries as well as hers kinda thing.

She’s not overly affectionate in public, it’s much more private. She’ll do a quick hug, kiss on the cheek, little peck kinda thing but that’s about it. She’s more than aware that she’s a public figure and prefers to keep her private life private. It’s when you’re at home that she gets softer and she’ll be more touchy/cuddly.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Most of her friendships are going to start through work, or like, a weekly workout class/at the country club kinda thing. I like to think that Heather’s someone who is super polite and friendly to 99% of the people she comes across, especially at first, but she’s really just sitting there waiting for you to slip up. She keeps people at an arms reach until they start to show their true colours and that’s when she’ll either let them in or keep them on a leash.

That being said, once you’re in, you’re in. She’s a solid friend, she’s loyal, trustworthy, and will always have some kind of get together/party/event for you to join her at on the weekends. She’s always only one phone call away if something goes awry on a night out, you have a bad date, or get too drunk. While she might not have the time/effort to come herself, she’ll send someone to make sure you get home safely.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She’s generally the big spoon, likes to have an arm around you on the couch while watching movies, loves when you lay your head in her lap so she can play with your hair. She’s not *huge* on cuddling, but she enjoys it more than she thought she would, always forgets how much physical touch can actually release endorphins and calm her down.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Has no interest in getting married again, but prefers a secure, long term relationship. She doesn’t have the time or energy to waste on casual dating so when she finds a partner and things actually work out, she’s gonna keep you around.

She’s a fantastic cook and incredible baker. Despite having nannies and a pretty large personal staff, she can do a lot of things from scratch and really enjoys her “me time” in the kitchen, relaxing and getting to just focus on the task at hand instead of everything firing through her brain.

Heather’s space is always tidy, keeping up with clutter was the bane of her existence when the kids were kids until she confined all the toys to the playroom kinda thing. She prefers things have a home and when they’re done being used, they get put back in said home. When it comes to the actual cleaning she’ll do the bare minimum but is pretty busy so a lot of that does end up falling to a housekeeper.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) She’s likely going to do it in person, especially considering she doesn’t really casually date. If it was something more casual, or just a recurring hook up, she’s not afraid to ghost or just shoot of a quick text saying she’s done. It’s super brief, curt and almost professional when she does it, she finds herself almost falling into work mode for things like that to take the edge off/take the emotion completely out of it.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Already been married and doesn’t have any major interest in going back down that road in the future. She knows how much of a legal/financial hassle it can be, knows that even bringing up a prenup sometimes destroys relationships and doesn’t want to have to deal with all of that. She tried it, it didn’t work, why bother trying it again? She absolutely *will* however buy you a fancy ring, a pretty dress and host the year’s best party to celebrate you/your love though. G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Heather’s gentleness is hidden under many layers, especially after years of having to be so cut throat in her industry among so many men. She’s built up these walls through strength, strategy and a bit of cunning and she knows that showing hurt/emotion/weakness at certain times is not optional, so it takes a bit to come out. If she’s had a bad/long/tedious day and comes home right away without decompressing she might end up snapping when she doesn’t mean it. Her alone time before going about anything else is super important to her so she can melt down all those walls and shed that professional personality before shaking it off and greeting you with a smile.

Once that side is gone though, she’s a softie under it all.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Her mom hugs are the absolute best, deep, warm, she’s not gonna let go until you’re ready. Though she’s not a big hugger, esp in public as stated previously. For a greeting/farewell she’s much more likely to kiss you quickly, drop a kiss to the top of your head with a tender shoulder squeeze, or something of the like rather than a full blown hug.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) I think it take a bit for her, we’ve discussed already about her keeping her walls up until she’s absolutely sure and I think that goes for dropping the love bomb as well. While she is absolute fire with words when it comes to the courtroom/political debate/world stage, she struggles a bit with accurately expressing her emotions with words. She’ll feel the blooming in her chest, know that she adores waking up with you, cooking with you and the like, and she’ll likely even know that she’s falling in love but it isn’t coming out right away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Heather’s definitely the jealous type, and she’s the angry jealous type. She sees you across the room getting hit on and the first tell is that her lips are pursed, her jawline tight and when you do find your way back to her, her responses are short and clipped. This is especially true if she knows you’re doing it *on purpose* because that means you’re being bratty and she is absolutely going to punish you the second you get home. K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Her quick kisses are soft, gentle, a small smile on her cheeks. Her private kisses are passionate, full of fire, dominance, hands tangling into your hair, teeth nipping at your lip, tongue surging into your mouth. She loves how quickly she can turn you to mush by kissing your neck, and absolutely loves to leave marks on your inner thighs where no one else can see them

She’s partial to the way you’ll kiss her collarbone, it’s something no one else has ever really done and that makes it special to the two of you and her love it more. As much as she loves the kinky stuff, it’s how soft and tender you are with her that really melts her heart, so it’s those kind of kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) She’s fantastic with kids. While she always had a nanny on hand and did send her kids to boarding school she’s still their mom and they’ll show up whenever they’re sick or need an adult kinda thing and she’s never going to send them away. She’s not the biggest fan of babies, especially because of the mess and the volume, but you cannot tell me this woman is not super excited about being a grandparent now that her own kids are grown.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) They’re quiet, but efficient, she’s likely got the news on in the background, coffee brewing and a quick breakfast made while she’s already skimming through emails and her agenda, figuring out what’s the priority for the day and what she needs to focus on and where she’ll be able to take a couple of breathers. She’s an early riser, even on weekends, and if she’s not working she’s trying to beat the rush to the gym/wherever to get her workout in and be able to check one thing off the list before sunrise kinda thing. She’ll always kiss your forehead before slipping out of bed and if she’s gone by the time you’re up there’s still hot coffee and likely a plate of breakfast waiting in the oven.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) There’s going to be a small amount that is spent working, whether working late at the office, or bringing work home. But she always makes sure that she’s present once you need her, have dinner ready, or something of the like. She’ll put work away and come eat with you, catching up on your days, help you with dishes, stealing as many kisses as she can get before curling up on the couch with you to catch up on your most recent binge with a glass or two of wine. And obviously most weekend nights end up with clothes gone and bodies tangled together for a few hours…

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Heather keeps her secrets, especially with new people. It’s just part of being a politician, she’s going to let you know the basics and very specific details at first. She’s also cautious about things like that/you seeing her house because she comes from old/family money and knows just how quick that can sway someone’s opinion of her. She’s gotten trapped in the sugar babies taking advantage before so now when she indulges in that, she keeps them at an arms length. P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Not necessarily angry, but she is relatively easily annoyed. That being said, she is also our resident brat tamer and does enjoy getting riled up a bit because she knows she can punish it out of you. If she’s been working/told you she doesn’t want to be interrupted she has a shorter fuse, she can and will snap and sometimes it comes off pretty harshly. Sometimes she’ll apologize, sometimes she won’t, but she’ll make sure you know she’s not mad at you and if you haven’t been able to figure it out, she’ll explain why and things will be fine.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?) She remembers most things, but she’s also got such a detailed schedule/calendar/agenda that has a MILLION and a half reminders. Like, homegirl is so fucking organized it baffles people. So she always has the reminders for things like date nights, anniversaries, birthdays, etc far in advance. When it comes to stories, your favourite treats/colour/shows/etc she does generally remember exactly what you like, sometimes even when it’s only mentioned once or in passing. Those more random ones are usually remembered because she also really enjoys them herself, or she can connect it to someone else in her family who’s a huge fan kinda thing.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) It’s likely going to be one of the first times that you welcomed her into your home and urged her to make herself at home/left her alone in your space. She knew in that moment that you trusted her and wanted her in your space and that finally knocks down that final wall of hesitancy of hers. It also could go the other way and very likely be when it gets revealed to you just how rich she is/the first time you’re at her house. She’s nervous, but incredibly happy at your response. You’re not in utter awe, but you’re also not reacting like it’s something you’ve seen every day, you’re reaction is right in the middle where she was hoping it would be. You acknowledge her lifestyle and accept it, but aren’t leaning too hard into it or away from it, you’re here to stay.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Heather is one protective bitch. If you don’t already have a security system at home, she’s getting one installed for you. She doesn’t like you taking public transport, especially after dark. If you don’t have a car, she’s giving you one, if you don’t drive, she’s supplying you with a driver. Out late at night and can’t get home? She’s outside waiting for you/sending a car before you can even send the text. If you’re out together and some prick is flirting with you, she’ll tightly wrap an arm around your waist and pull you to her, asking if you’re alright while staring daggers at the guy. She’s not about to throw hands, but she exudes enough power that the tiniest threat uttered from her lips is more than enough to have someone running.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) She absolutely loves lavish, luxury experiences and puts all of that into her dates, especially the important ones. Once Heather realizes she’s in love, she loves incredibly hard and will go above and beyond to make sure you know you’re loved because she’s also more than well aware of her flaws. Birthdays, anniversaries and the like she’ll always send you on a shopping spree with her credit card the week before, telling you to pick out whatever you want, but always to make sure there’s a new lingerie set too. Dress, heels, jewels, nails, make up, tan, hair appointment, literally whatever you want. If it’s a BIG event, she’s taking you on vacation, it’s gonna be all inclusive, private suite, water front château kinda thing, rose petals on the bed, endless champagne and gifts that are so incredibly perfect and tailored just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Her flaws are present and she knows they are, no matter how much she tries to avoid them. Work can absolutely consume her and thanks to her line of work, that can make her pretty irritable and short fused. Especially because she will likely also forgo sleeping the amount she needs and other daily necessities. Heather also tends to isolate, and attempt to do everything/fix everything on her own, she has trouble reaching out for help, even if she desperately needs it, she’d rather suffer through it alone than admit she needs help.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Heather is the one most concerned with her looks. She’s likely had a very strict skincare routine from a young age that she does every day without fail. 90% of her closet is designer and if it needs a couple of alterations, she’s sure to get those done in order for things to fit her perfectly. She puts time and effort into her appearance including hair and makeup and has a range of looks depending on exactly what she’s doing professionally that day (if that makes sense lol). She keeps active through various workouts and maintains a healthy diet, she’s not obsessive over it, but makes sure to stay healthy. Heather’s also definitely not against getting small amounts of not super invasive work done, nothing crazy, but just little bits to boost her confidence a bit over the years.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) 10000%. She doesn’t need another person to feel whole. She’s someone who isn’t particularly lonely when single, she’s content. She does miss the sex, but obviously has her way of getting that without a full relationship. It’s only once she has found someone that she truly loves that she does realize that it is really nice to have someone to come home to.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.) Was an equestrian growing up and was super good at it. She stopped after she was thrown off a horse during a practice and ended up with a nasty cut (that she still has the scar from) and a minor fracture somewhere in her leg/ankle/foot.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) She absolutely cannot stand lack of motivation/laziness/super dependent people. While she is completely content and enjoys being the dom in relationships, she needs her sub to be content by themselves while she’s busy. She will *always* reward them for it when she has the time, and as much of a brat tamer she is, the neediness can go past a level that she cannot stand. She also needs someone with at least somewhat of their own drive, she doesn’t care if you’re flipping burgers at mcdonald’s or a CEO on wallstreet, but you need *something* that is the reason to wake up in the morning and be a human, ya know? (though she is probably low key gonna judge you if you’re flipping burgers lol, but she’ll help guide you in the direction of a job you like more/earn more)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

*Always* has a glass of wine before bed. If there’s some reason she can’t have one she’s having one of those sleepytime girlie mocktails that have been trending (they’ve got cherry juice and I think magnesium lol). And she likely has another couple of vitamins/supplements to help with rest/recovery/etc overnight.

Heather also either indulges in something very fantasy based right before bed, whether that be a show or a book. She started out reading fiction before bed nightly but found even some of it was too realistic/close to her daily career life so she swapped to fantasy to truly distract herself from life before sleeping.

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#heather dunbar #heather dunbar x reader #house of cards #heather dunbar head canons

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year ago

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A short little fill for @harringrovekinktober day 26 - Dry humping!

NSFW

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Billy and Steve had been circling each other almost the whole night, practically since the moment Steve had arrived with Robin and she’d promptly ditched him, on the lookout for Heather, or Vicki from band, or both. Of course, Robin had options, but Steve had Billy Hargrove eyeing him with a wolfish grin over the rim of his beer can, so he’d call that a win. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous, cocky, sexy guy across the room from him.

The tension had been thick between the two of them since that summer, since Billy had miraculously survived Starcourt. He’d broken down crying in front of Billy once, in his hospital room, while Steve visited him one late July afternoon. Steve wasn’t usually a crier, but knowing all that Billy had gone through, only to see him smile at the nurses and joke about his sick new scars, made everything hit Steve like a brick wall.

They hadn’t discussed the tears, or how Billy had taken Steve’s hand in his own, rubbing comforting circles over the back of it, or the almost kiss they’d shared a week later, before being interrupted by the physical therapist come to whisk Billy away. They hadn’t come close again since, but they both knew what they wanted, and it seemed like tonight might be the night, almost exactly a year since they’d first met.

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“Fuck, thought we’d never find an empty room,” Steve panted against Billy’s neck, where he was in the process of leaving a massive hickey.

“How dare any other drunk teenagers be horny,” Billy laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, Bender,” Steve replied. Of course, Billy had gone as John Bender. Predictable. Steve was dressed as Marty McFly. Way cooler. “I can feel how excited you are to have a room to ourselves.” He pressed a leg between Billy’s thighs for emphasis.

Billy moaned, humping up against him, his hands buried in Steve’s hair as Steve continued his mission to mark every inch of Billy that he could get his lips and teeth on.

“You like that, eh? You like humping against me like a bitch in heat? You wanna come like this?” Steve asked, as he finally raised his head to recapture Billy’s lips with his own.

Billy plunged his tongue into Steve’s mouth, seemingly on a mission to lick his tonsils, before pulling back so they could both get some air. “Bed,” Billy panted out, gesturing to the bed that, oh god, from the look of the stuffed animals littering the pink duvet and the dollhouse in the corner, belonged to a little girl. Steve double checked that the door was locked before leading Billy to the tiny bed.

Steve laid down first, pulling Billy down on top of him, so they could continue their exploration of each other’s mouths, and they could keep rutting against each other.

Part of Steve felt like he was back in sophomore year, humping up against his dates who wouldn’t let him do more than that while he copped a feel through their bras, but it was nice to take it slow, or at least slow for half an hour after their first kiss.

They found a rhythm and stayed like that for a while, panting into each other’s mouths, hands buried under each other’s shirts, but Steve could feel the coil of heat slowly building in his gut, and he wanted to chase it. “Give me your leg,” he said, and Billy got with the program quickly, wedging his thick thigh between Steve’s own.

Steve may be the bitch in heat now, but he couldn’t care less, his hands squeezing Billy’s ass as he rode his leg, humping it again and again until he was cumming in his pants, his teeth buried in Billy’s shoulder to muffle his cries.

Steve only had a minute to catch his breath before Billy was arranging himself around Steve’s thigh so he could have his own turn. God, his moans were music to Steve’s ears. It wasn’t long before Billy was cumming with one last moan that Steve tried to catch most of by pulling Billy in for a kiss.

“Shit, that was fun,” Billy huffed. Then sounding almost shy, which was ridiculous, considering they were on some stranger’s bed, the inside of their pants slick and wet with their release, Billy added. “We should do this again sometime, princess.”

“I thought that was a given,” Steve chuckled, pulling Billy into his arms, and holding him close. In a few minutes, they’d need to get up and do something with the comforter, wash it, or maybe burn it, but for now, he just enjoyed the bubble of quiet here in this bedroom, an escape from the world around them.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #harringrovekinktober2k23 #lemon #chrisbitchtree writes

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avsarchivez · 3 months ago

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how my fav total drama ships show their love

djwen:

dj shows his love with literally ANYTHINGGGG like he’s a complete sap. he’ll show his love by cooking for gwen, kissing and hugging gwen, complimenting and telling gwen sweet nothings in her ear and more. gwen shows her love by making drawings for dj and just being by his side and cuddling up to him 24/7. dj is 100% gwens sweet spot, he showed her what real love is like. they are soooooo in loveeee.

duncney:

ok this one’s a little hard because they both are desperately in love but are terrified to show it because they don’t want to look weak. duncan shows his love towards courtney with physical touch, it’s sexual 99.999999% of the time, but that’s duncan for you. he’ll also unintentionally give her looks with complete admiration. he’ll also only listen to courtney, well and dj but it’s dj of course who wouldn’t? courtney shows her love towards duncan when she’s shit faced drunk, she’ll cling on to him and kiss him over and over again, she’ll also tell him she loves him every 5 minutes. but if he brings it up the next day she’ll tell him he’s delusional. when she’s not under the influence of alcohol, you won’t get much affection from her, she holds her love for him in her heart and hides it away for nobody to see. she’ll mostly just try new things and loosen up because he said so, she trusts and respects him deep down but she’ll never tell him that. he’s the only person who can calm her down, except bridgette and dj. sorry for the essay, it’s always something with me and duncney.

gidgette:

i don’t even need to say anything because how DON’T they show their affection.

heathsey:

heather is NOT an affectionate person. even duncan is more affectionate than her. heather will show her love to lindsay by giving her expensive designer gifts. when lindsay jumps in joy and kisses her she’ll roll her eyes, huff, and say it’s whatever, that’s the nicest she’ll get. lindsays the only one heather tolerates, sometimes in private she’ll even laugh at lindsays stupid jokes. she’ll also compliment her but she’ll say “ugh don’t flatter yourself everybody knows your pretty” lindsay shows her love by following heather around like a lost puppy and clinging to her like a limpet. heather calls her annoying and pathetic but she lovessss it. mean girls need love too!! lindsay will also randomly yell out words of affection literally whenever, she’s not ashamed. her brain isn’t big enough for that… but we love her!

trentney:

trent shows his love by writing songs and playing them for courtney. he’ll also give her pep talks and hype her up a lot. trent will show his affection anywhere and in front of anyone, courtney is actually a big fan of pda, it shows that he’s not ashamed to be with her, so she blushes like a fool when he shows his love in public. unlike duncan, trent isn’t afraid to show his affection so courtney feels more comfortable with showing her love. her love language with trent is physical affection. she’ll sit on his lap and kiss him, cuddle up to him every night, and kisses him all around his face.

aleheather:

we all know alejandros got a mouth on him. he’ll show affection verbally, in spanglish. he’ll also always find a way to be touching heather. heather will show her love by spending time with him. i mean a lottttt of time. we all know that heather is not a people’s person, so spending quality time with him almost every day is a very affectionate thing for a girl like her. we saw how aleheather was in all stars so heather definitely is very sweet to alejandro and alejandro only. she is veryyyyyy clingy in private. unlike with lindsay, heather is all over alejandro. mostly because they’re like almost the same person.

gwourtney:

yasssss my bisexual babies!!! okay so gwen and courtney are both different kinds of gay if you know what i mean. courtneys more clingy and affectionate and gwens more mature and protective. i think gwen is more masculine and courtney is more feminine. i feel that gwen is not a fan of being touched, but when it comes to courtney she loves it. it took some time for courtney to peels gwens layers. but eventually they got very close. after a little while gwen went from hating being touched to clingy af. gwen shows her love by teaching courtney art and holding her hand, putting her arm around courtney, kissing her and playing with her hair until she falls asleep. i hc courtney to be old school christian, but i also hc courtney to not be close with her family, mainly because she doesn’t want to. her family is a bunch of rich assholes, which we love seeing people of color being rich and successful! but also her family doesn’t care about her well being, only her success. so she moves out the second she turns 18. when she comes out her family completely wants nothing to do with her. it takes her a little while to be comfortable telling people she’s with gwen and even more time to show affection in public. but once she’s comfortable she’s clingy af, as well as gwen which is why they’re so good together!!! i got completey off track with how they show they’re love and just made a whole fucking essay so if you read this i hope you have a great weekend 🫡

#total drama #djwen #duncney #gidgette #heathsey #trentney #aleheather #gwourtney

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perpetualexistence · 7 months ago

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Specter of Obsession: A g/t Alenoaheather AU

So, I recently read a fic by @kijosakka called breathe you in my lungs and make you mine. It has codependent and obsessive Alenoaheather in a way that's just peak writing and I'll recommend it to anyone who loves exploring the darker side of their blorbos:

It gave me so much brainrot that I managed to come up with my own spin on obsessive Alenoaheather. That involves giant/tiny. Because I couldn't help myself. I'm putting it under a read more for those who don't want to see more psychological fics/aus. But yeah, enjoy reading about Noah getting the attention of a much larger Heather and Alejandro, and having to deal with that!

So this AU's got the equivalent of wolfwalkers. Except instead of having a wolf that comes out of you while you sleep, you get a giant ghost. While in that ghost form they can't be seen by anyone except for others also in their ghost form. They can also be intangible at will. Let's call them specters.

How does one become/gain a specter?

There are three requirements:

Having an obsession

Acknowledging it as obsession

Choosing to pursue it rather than make peace with it

After that last point, one's obsession becomes simply too large for their human body to hold. So they manifest a specter that contains all of their most obsessive and possessive tendencies so their human body can be more at peace.

In the beginning, Heather and Alejandro only meet the first requirement. They're both obsessed with status, but thanks to their upbringing they just thought it was a part of life rather than an obsession they were pursuing.

When they meet and see each other as equals, they become obsessed with each other. As they're obsessed each of them was restless/felt like something was wrong/missing.

All they knew was that the only solution seemed to be growing even more obsessed, so they kept letting themselves do that.

The moment that solidifies their transformation is when they do confess that they're in love with each other.

For the average person, that might have been enough to satisfy their obsession since now they can be at peace with their love.

But not these two. They've fallen in just as much love with the chase, with their rivalry, as they have with each other. They're too ambitious and stubborn to let that obsession go. And now that they know for a fact that the other feels the same way?

It creates this positive feedback loop of obsession. That's the night each of them wakes up massive outside of their bodies the second they go to sleep. They're large enough to grab a person in wrap their hand around their entire body with little effort. They only have one instinct driving them that prevents them from completely freaking out at this new situation.

Find your love, and be with them always.

They're both keeping this hidden because specters are usually 'kill on sight' for humans due to how dangerous they can be. Which means they can't do anything too obvious…buuuuut that doesn't mean they can't find ways to cause havoc/ruin lives while keeping their size hidden. The two are drunk on power and very addicted to it and each other.

Along comes Noah, who they fully intended on just having him be another one of their victims to discard once they were bored of him. They start messing with him when they get back home from school and rest…but he's a lot more perceptive than they give him credit for. They see that he's not attributing a shattered lightbulb or an unfortunate incident of 'bad luck' as weird accidents. He starts looking around everywhere when it happens. He's looking up.

And that's absolutely exhilarating that someone is growing wise to their tricks. To have someone search desperately for them. They stop their other nightly schemes and immediately pour all of their focus onto toying with Noah. He constantly has large shadows looming over him but can never see their source. When he's inside, there's loud tapping at the windows, strong enough to shake the window frames. Noah can feel two separate gazes on him: one icy, one hot enough to make him sweat.

It's exhilarating, to know how much power they hold over him and yet don't use against him. They could do so much worse, and part of him wants to see them try. He can handle anything they have to throw at him.

Noah doesn't tell anyone about the two specters he suspects are stalking him. Instead he decides to investigate to figure out who they truly are. It leads Alejandro and Heather to follow him even when they're just human to see how close he's getting to them. He's not going to any authorities about this, and that's so very telling. He eventually gets to a point where he's bold enough to quip at them while they're invisible and large. He wants to know what they're after, and at this point he's run out of other ideas. Besides, the temptation to poke the sleeping lions to see what they'll do is too strong for him to resist forever

Everything stops. He's worried that acknowledging their existence might have been a step too far. This only gets confirmed when he feels something suddenly holding his arms and legs to his sides and is lifted high off the ground. The fear overtakes him as he desperately tries to struggle out of this iron grip.

Only to feel a large, soft wall suddenly press against his face. Hard. It feels like someone is attempting to suffocate him with the largest, warmest pillow they could find. Trying to breathe only invites the wall to press further against him.

He's suddenly freed of the wall, only to feel himself jostle as the other ghostwalker has now stolen him away to do the same thing. They do it for just as long before allowing him the chance to breathe.

He gets to take in a single gulp of air before suddenly he's being pressed from both sides. It's like two weighted blankets have decided to cocoon him in their embrace. He's given a chance to breathe before he's enveloped in their warmth again. And again. And again. The two specters only seem to get more violent, more desperate in their assault each time.

Until Noah lets out a genuine yelp of pain. The assault stops immediately. Only to return, much gentler this time.

It feels like it lasts an eternity. It feels like it's only been a few moments. Until finally, he's slowly lowered to the ground. The iron grip on him releases as he swears he can hear giggling and chuckling. He can feel the ground quake as the two of them decide to let their footsteps be felt, though neither is to be seen. Their footsteps fade away. Noah is left disheveled and shaking.

His only regret is that he'd been so shocked he hadn't even thought to kiss them back.

The pattern continues day after day. He never had to wait too long after school had ended before he'd be picked up and carried off somewhere more private. They always waited for him to be alone. He started intentionally seeking out places without people to lure them out faster. They'd tease him, bat him around, and kiss him.

Oh, how they'd always kiss him. Once one of them got started, it always turned into an aggressive assault until they were satisfied. Any attempt at struggle only encouraged them to kiss harder and faster. They loved feeling him squirm. They were spoiling him rotten with affection.

Oh how it made him crave more. He struggled on purpose to rile them up. Once their kisses got aggressive enough, he would sneak his own kisses back. There was no way to tell who he was kissing, or if they could even feel it. It encouraged him all the more.

They would always release him. Eventually. He'd return home and get some actual studying in before turning to bed.

Sometimes they would be cruel enough to drag him out of bed and out the window. They'd go for round two before allowing him to sleep.

They would even go for at least one more round. His only evidence of this would be dreams of pillows and waking up to an open window and things strewn about his room.

Those nights were the best sleep he could ever remember. He was desperate to hunt down his secret admirers. If only to satisfy his own curiosity. He was sure he was getting close, and he did have his suspicions about Alejandro and Heather. But he still didn't have anything concrete.

He couldn't let them know if he ever did find them out. There was no telling what they would do if they knew he was aware of their identity. He didn't want to risk them stopping.

Until the day the routine broke. He waited in an alley after school. Nothing. He went home, constantly checking for signs of them on his trip. Nothing. He studied, he went to bed, he faked being asleep. Nothing, nothing, nothing.

This could just be a one night event. They could just be drawing this out to make it all the more passionate the next night. Or maybe they could have just decided they were bored with him and would move on to the next person. It was the most ideal scenario. He'd finally have peace.

Except he didn't want them to stop. He wanted them to keep going.

No. He needed them to keep going.

My god.

He needed them.

Heather and Alejandro came back to school the next day exhausted. Neither had been able to get any rest thanks to their families. They'd pulled all-nighters, and worse, they hadn't been able to spend a moment of time with the ones they loved most.

When they saw each other during school, the first thing they did was run to a secluded part of the school to make out. Once they'd satisfied their pent up frustration, they went to go check in on Noah.

He wasn't in his regular spot. They went to ask Noah's friends, but none of them had seen or heard anything from Noah since yesterday.

Had they pushed Noah too far? Was he furious? Was he merely sick, or was something else at play? Was he taking their one day of reprieve to run, or try to get rid of them? He better not dare. He was THEIRS and they'd do whatever necessary to prove it.

A sense of foreboding washed over the two. They felt as if someone were observing their every move as if they were under a microscope. They went through the rest of the school day, though they could barely concentrate.

They practically burst out of school the second it was done. They gathered next to Alejandro's car. He'd made a habit of parking it farther away from the school in a secluded alley. It also meant he could get away with taking a quick nap in the car. He hated waiting to drive back home to mess with Noah. For now, it served the benefit of talking away from others.

They would go to sleep, grow, and separate so they could hunt Noah down as efficiently as possible. Alejandro put his key into the door while Heather began to turn away.

A sharp, warm breeze hit their faces the moment they exchanged their goodbyes. It was enough to cause pause. It was February.

Alejandro's car began to move away from him. The wheels were unmoving. It slid 10 feet away, almost gliding along the asphalt, before stopping.

Just as they were putting the puzzle pieces together, the two were suddenly shoved into each other. Hard. Their faces were pushed together for a forced kiss. The grip was so tight it was as if something were trying to force them to meld into each other as one.

Someone didn't like them separated.

Someone didn't like breaks in routine.

Someone was starving for the affection he'd been denied.

Noah didn't bother with starting off gentle. He kissed them both at the same time with the same intensity they usually reserved for the end of their sessions. He kept going over and over. It wasn't as if they couldn't handle it.

He slowed only when his misplaced fury was quelled. His kisses grew softer. It was the closest thing to an apology they'd get from him.

At the final kiss, he gently set them down next to Alejandro's car. He'd had his fun making them squirm both with his absence and under his gaze the entire day. It was well worth the blemish in his attendance record.

Though they couldn't see it, his manic grin matched their own as they looked up to where they suspected him to be.

"I expect you to return the favor tonight."

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adsmae · 2 years ago

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ

You and Rodrick recently had a bad fight and it ended up with you ignoring him for days. Every time he tried texting you or calling, you would ignore. You kept re-hashing what went down that day. You were upset that he was being secretive and sneaky around you. You noticed before everything that he would turn his phone away from you anytime you saw him texting. It made you think of the thing you both promised each other; loyalty. Every bit of you wanted to trust him But you couldn't. Maybe Heather finally gave him the attention he craved and you were just a second choice. After all you've only been dating Rodrick 6 months.

After a long day of doing nothing but laundry and moping around, you decided it was best to take a break from everything. You have been so upset about the fight you had with Rodrick that you forgot about yourself and what was important. You just wanted to chill and get things off your mind. It was getting dark out so it was the perfect time. It lead you to call the only person you could think of.

"Hey Bill. I know it's late but I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"

"Y/n! heyyy. What can I help you out with little lady?"

"Uh- well, I was thinking you could get me some liquor. I'll give you money if you bring it"

"Hmm…okay. Is everything alright? You never drink."

"Mhm mh… yeah everything is fine. Now are you going to get it for me or not?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you in about 10 minutes."

And with that you hung the phone up and waited patiently.

You knew what you were doing wasn't the smartest Idea but you wanted to take a risk. You weren't a goody two shoes but you weren't so bad either. You've never smoked, drank, or did any drugs but you have done things that you probably could have easily died from like; Hiking with Rodrick at the Burnside lake. It was quite the experience.

As you thought of all the bad things that you've done and haven't done, you heard a car pull up. You jumped up from you bed and walked straight downstairs and out the door to the end of your driveway. The cool breeze hitting your cheeks and a blondie in your sight.

"Hey y/n. I hope this is okay for you." Bill smiled as he handed you the bagged bottle of liquor.

"Yeah it's fine. Thanks" You quickly shove the bottle in your zip up hoodie

"I hate to ask but does Rodrick know about this?" Bill asked with concern.

"This doesn't concern him. I should probably go inside."

"Uh yeah..right. The money?" Bill looked around and whispered.

You roll your eyes "Here." You hand him a 20 dollar bill and head inside.

When you get to your room you grab the 'life is peachy' Cd by Korn and play Good God on your player. You walk over to your bed and sit down and grab the wrapped bottle from your night stand and unwrap the bottle.

"I guess this will do" You shrug and grab the cup that you brought from downstairs from your night stand.

You watched as the clear liquid filled the cup but realized that you didn't have anything to chase it with. You didn't really care but your friends always say "If you don't have anything to drink liquor with then why are you drinking?" You ignored it anyway.

"Here's to my boyfriend that I apparently know nothing about" You raise your glass to the fake audience and shoot back the harsh liquid in your throat.

***

It's been about 30 minutes and you were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You were jumping around and dancing like a crazy person. You were so drunk you started laughing at your own jokes that you could barely speak out.

"Why haven't I done this beforeee oh my god this is soooooo fun ahaha"

You began to get dizzy so you walk over to your Cd player and pause the music to take a moment to breath.

*Tick…Tick…Tick*

Just as you were about to go sit down, you heard tapping and ticking noises at your window. You weren't sure who it was but you were curious.

You open your window and appear down at the dark figure with messy dark hair. Just what you needed right now.

"Rodrick? What the hell?" You quietly yelled from your window.

"Y/n Can I come up?" Rodrick carefully asked. You were contemplating it but you didn't have the energy to think.

"Yeah sure" You left the window open and rushed to your bed and waited for the emo boy. You missed him but you were still mad at the fact he hasn't told you why he was being secretive or what was going on.

Rodrick slid in and closed your window and locked it before walking to you

"I know you probably don't want to see me r-" You cut him off

"Why have you been sneaky around me? I thought we w-were honest with each other." You said with a bewildered tone. Your eyes locked onto his and that's when Rodrick knew he extremely screwed up. You had the look of disappointment and he didn't ever want to make you feel like that towards him.

"That's why I'm here. I want to explain to you that it's nothing you're thinking" Rodrick sat next to you on the bed.

"Sh-so then what is it?" You slurred out. You notice Rodrick's confused face.

"Wait- have you been drinking?" He looked you up and down and glanced around the room and saw a half drunken bottle of liquor on your night stand. You knew he was going to be pissed and angry but you didn't care

"Yeah I have. Sh-so wh-what" You rolled your eyes and laid back on your forearms. Rodrick looked at you with guilt written on his face.

Rodrick shook his head "Forget it. Let's get you some water." He grabbed the cup from your night stand and walked to your joined bathroom.

"Here" Rodrick handed you to cup of water and sat down next to you. You took a few gulps then put it down on your desk.

"Why are you taking care of me right now?" You questioned. He furrowed his brows in response and scooted closer to you.

"Because that's my job. Jeez I'm not a bad boyfriend." He reached for your hand and clasped his hand with yours. You couldn't help but smile at the way he was being with you.

"I unfortunately agree. Is-it's so hard for me to be mad at you." You confessed.

Rodrick laughed before sighing "You should probably try to lay down and rest" He stated.

"Yeah but-"

"We can talk tomorrow. Just lay down." He unshed you to get in the covers.

You rolled your eyes and nodded. He tucked the blanket around your figured and started heading towards the window.

"Rodrick?" You called out.

"Yeah? is everything okay?" He turned around.

"Yeah. Can you stay?" You asked with a soft tone. You felt bad for everything you had put him through tonight and with him having to deal with your mess.

"Yeah but are you sure?" Rodrick walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of you.

You turn to look up at Rodrick "Mhm. I'm very sure" You replied and moved closer to the wall for Rodrick.

He couldn't refuse the offer. He missed you so much and wanted everything to be normal. Rodrick took his shoes and shirt off before turning the lights off. He walked over to your bed and slid under the covers.

"C'mere" Rodrick whispered. You scooted closer and laid your head on his chest. It felt just right being in his arms. You hated to admit it but you've missed this. His fingers tracing circles on the side of your hip and you having your hand placed on his chest occasionally tracing it. It was very comforting to say the least.

"I've missed this." You whisper softly. You felt him move you closer.

"I've missed you stupid." Rodrick chortled out softly.

"Goodnight Rockstar" You smile. You felt him kiss the back of your head.

"Goodnight beautiful."

(N/A this kinda sucked but I hope everyone had a good day/ night. Comment some ideas of what or who I should write about next)

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