#HIS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!! HEARD SOON TO BE DEAD PEOPLE
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Btw nothing is more important to me then when media displays like. Prophets or seers or people with divine or magic visions as psychosis instead of just A Thing That Happens
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eternal sunshine | charles leclerc
summary: you and charles decide to fake date to get back at your exes
fc: ariana grande
a/n: a bit late (mostly because i didnât had any time nor inspiration) but finally here it is, a fic about THE 2024 monaco grand prix winner
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f1.wags charles leclerc posted a statement earlier today confirming the end of his relationship with his girlfriend
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ynupdates itâs confirmed that y/n y/l/n and her boyfriend have broken up after fours years of dating
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username yeah also the sun posted an article saying that a close source to the couple confirmed it
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deuxmoi actor jacob elordi and actress charlotte berzatto have been spotted recently on different occasions going out on dates
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username charles in the likes?? đ
username theyâre friends chill
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charles_leclerc happy times đ
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ynupdates y/n has been seen recently on multiple dates with formula 1 driver charles leclerc
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yourusername my new single âdonât wanna break up againâ is out now for all of youđ i also sing it for the first time ever on snl tonight if youâre interested in thatđŤśđ˝
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username this song ATE
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username y/n in the paddock every race week please and thank you
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username babes what other words in italian did charles taught you? i need to know
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charles_leclerc keep the podiums comingđđ
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charles_leclerc â¤ď¸
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f1.wags if there was doubt before there definitely isnât anymore! charles leclerc and singer y/n y/l/n were spotted kissing at the after party of this weekendâs grand prix and leaving together
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yourusername eternal sunshine (the song) is out right now with the very special appearance of charles_leclerc in the music video (â¤ď¸) and eternal sunshine (the album) is out next friday! đ
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username who wouldâve thought mr charles leclerc can ACT!
username âhope you feel alright when youâre in herâ i gasped
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- gojo satoru x reader
to think it started with your crush on his best friend...
genre: high school!gojo being a menace, jealous!gojo but he doesnât realize it? enemies to lovers, fluff, gojo begins pining on you
note: thank you anon who asks for gojo falling in love with a first year! i added some spice though haha
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Back in 2006â
There was this tiny weeny part of Gojo that was like... questioning, how did his best friend Geto Suguru catch your eye, whereas he didnât? Like, at all?
"I want Geto."
"Hah?" Gojo arched a righteous brow, swiftly turning your wayâfeeling the stings of irritation gnawing at him. "What?"
You shot him a look. âI said, you suck and Iâm lamenting that Iâm paired with you instead of Geto for this mission.â
Once upon a time, you did hate him for obvious reasons as other people do. He was obnoxious, boastful and overall grating on your nerves.
Well, actually, âhateâ would be too strong of a word, so probably âdislike greatlyâ it is.
âEhh, Suguru? With you?â Gojo glanced at you, purposefully scrunching his face into a mocking sneer. âNo way. Absolutely not. Incompatible. I wonât give him my blessings.â
âWho are you to grant blessings?â you hissed with a bulging vein of frustration. âAnd no, it's not what you think! Iââ you wanted to kick yourself for stumbling over your words, ââI just respect him in a way an underclassman would!â
Gojo let out a strained laugh.
To him, you were this cute little junior who looked funny when mad. Riling you up was on his daily to-do list, and poking fun at your obvious crush on his best friend was supposed to double the fun, until it made him wonder despite himself... just what exactly did Suguru have that he apparently lacked, leading you to always follow him with your eyes, whereas you spared him with nothing but glares and sharp retorts?
You didnât exactly hide your feelings. Whenever Geto was nearby or greeted you in the mornings, you'd blush like a tomato. It was silly, because Gojo was sure his best friendâs type wasnât a girl as skittish as youâsurely, it must be someone as vivacious as Inoue Waka.
He knew you were doomed to fail.
"I suggest you go pick up some slack," he teased. "Better if you don't become a dead weight while assisting him in missions, no?"
He knows. Really.
"...do you know that there are only three things I can't stand here?"
"And those are?"
But...
"Your stupid glasses, your Limitlessâand you."
He was still irked, regardless.
"Well, poor you, then," he shrugged, shit-eating grin on his face. This time he pushed his luck. "Do you know that you're nowhere nearing Suguru's type?"
Scratch that. You hate him. You turned to him with a reddened face, and it wasn't because you were blushing.
"I'm going by myself!" you declared, seething. "I couldn't care less about what you're about to doâI'm finishing this and going home!"
With that, you you marched towards the haunted house, paying no heed to his taunts behind you.
You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over. Gojo always messed with you and normally you would chalk it up as one of his shitsâbut this time, you didn't appreciate how he touched on that sore spot of your not-so-hidden infatuation with Geto. So what if you weren't his ideal type? He didn't have to be mean!
But soon you regretted leaving his side, as a monstrous cursed spirit quickly chased you out.
Gojo was still outside, bidding his time. He merely huffed when he heard you screaming in fear.
He was ready with a jab. "Well, well... Look who's running back into my armsâ"
But his smirk quickly fell when he saw the cursed entity was apparently way beyond your level. You ran outâno, by some idiotic impulse of survival, you actually leapt out of the two-story window and almost fell flat on your face and broke your bones, but before then, he sprung to action, catching you, wrapping one arm on your waist.
You were grateful you that you weren't doomedâuntil you felt yourself dangling mid air in his hold... like a cat.
"Gojo!" you wailed. "I'm going to faâ!"
Oh, but Gojo was convinced that this was his moment to shine. He directed a smirk your way as the bright blue mass in his hand totally caught your attention. With one swift flick of his hand, he muttered the mantra for Blue, and exorcised the cursed spirit in one go.
He marveled at his own show of powerâand hoping that somehow, you would too. Then, he placed his hand under your knees, repositioning you in a princess-carry, and the way your gentle curves nestled snugly in his arms sparked some intriguing thoughts in him.
Your wide, crystal-clear eyes gazed at him with such wonder. Red tinted your cheeks. The corners of his mouth curved into a winning smile.
It was at that exact moment when he realized it: he wants you. This funny girl who often made his day, he wanted you to look at his way too.
...but goddamnit, you like Suguru.
"Well, not that scary now with me around, isnât it?" he boldly announced, and your amazed expression immediately turned into a cute frown.
"Thanks," you blurted, still with rosy cheeks and looked frazzled, but then you realized the state you were in his arms. "Butâput me down!"
"Ehhh, I will if your feet can reach the ground!"
Who cares if you like Suguru? As he burst into snickers and you screamed at his face, Gojo Satoru decided then and thereâin that spring of 2006âthat he would make it his mission to win you over. To make you his.
And years later, not only he achieved that but also so much moreâa ring on your finger serving as the testament to his success.
Epilogue
"Yaga-sensei," Geto sighed wearily. "Can I be paired with Shoko, please?"
"Geto-san, wait, pleaseâ" you frantically tried to explain, glaring at Gojo in the process. "I'll do my best soâ"
"You're such a bother, even Suguru doesn't want to go on missions with you," the white-haired clown remarked with an evil grin. "Right, Suguru?"
"No, Satoruâ"
"Well, but if it's me, I'll gladly mentor and teach you though~"
"I don't want you! You're so insufferably annoying!"
"Yaga-sensei, can I please get paired with someone elseâ"
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All of me, loves all of you
Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader
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warnings: possible spelling mistakes, some language, hate comments, nothing else lmk if I missed anything
summary: youâve always been told in your life by multiple people that youâre always either too loud or too quiet and itâs one of your biggest insecurities but happens to be your boyfriendâs favourite thing about you.
A/N: sorta inspired by @obsidianbaby fic with a little twist and hers is a Chris version. Here it is if you want to check it out. Listen to John Legend âall of meâ while reading if you want <3
âď¸semi proof readâď¸
You were on sat on the couch as the triplets rushed around the house getting the equipment they needed to film the car video, all they had left to find was a battery because Nick once again forgot to charge the battery so they had to find a charged one to replace the dead battery before filming whilst also waiting for their food to arrive. Â
âY/N are you joining us for the video? Or can I be Mattâs passenger princess?â Chris joked as he made his way past her towards the kitchen to check their junk drawer for the spare battery. Â
âFuck where is it?â He muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawer, unsuccessful in finding what he was looking for. The younger woman didnât acknowledge her best friend at first, her head being buried in her phone, more specifically, looking at the comments on last Fridayâs car video where she was having one of her more quiet days and the comments surely picked up on the sudden mood change compared to her yapping in the Wednesday video prior to the Friday car video.Â
âShe needs to make up her mind, either be loud or be quiet Jesus ChristâÂ
âHow do they put up with her? Sheâs so annoyingâÂ
âY/N needs to be more entertaining omgđâÂ
âOne day sheâs quiet the next she wonât stfu, must be so annoying to the triplets, how do they like her??? Especially Matt??? Poor guyâÂ
âSheâs such a weirdo, either being way too loud or way too quietđâÂ
âY/N?? You with me kid?â Chris waved his hand in front of her face to grab her attention.Â
âHmm? Sorry Chris what did you say?â She replied to the older boy. As he was about to reply, the doorbell rang signaling the food had arrived, Matt came from his bedroom and made his way down the stairs to open the door and get the food, thanking the delivery driver as he closed the door. He came back up the stairs and placed the bag of McDonaldâs on the kitchen table, sorting out whoâs is whoâs.Â
âI was asking if you were coming to film with us?â she shook her head in response.Â
âNo, Iâll sit this one out, I think. Maybe just watch a film or have a shower and an early night.âÂ
Mattâs head turned in the direction of his girlfriend and brother as soon as he heard the words leave Y/Nâs mouth, immediately sensing something was wrong.Â
âYou okay baby? You feeling good?â He asked, concern written all over his features, Matt made his way over to the Y/H/C girl with her usual McDonalds order of 9 chicken nuggets, medium fries and a peach iced tea. He placed her food on the table in front of her and quickly raised the back of his hand to her forehead, her temperature seemed fine to him.Â
âYeah, Iâm okay Matt, I promise, Iâm just tired you know Iâve had a busy day.â She explained, looking up at her boyfriend with a not very convincing smile on her face, not convincing to Matt anyway, he could read her like a book.Â
Nick had found the battery, and the camera was now ready to set up in the car.Â
âYou coming you two?â He calls out to the couple while grabbing his food off the kitchen table. Chris doing the same and stood with the oldest triplet waiting for an answer.Â
âGive us a minute Nick, you and Chris head to the car.â Matt replied, throwing his car keys in the direction of Chris which he smoothly caught. The brothers made their way downstairs to the garage to unlock the car. In the living room, Matt was now sat next to Y/N on the couch. He noticed a stray tear make itâs way down her cheek.
âBaby please just tell me whatâs bothering you. It canât be silly if itâs making you cry.â he stated as he wiped the stray tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. He looked over to her unlocked phone that had since been discarded on the table, he removed his hands from her face and picked her phone up, raising his eyebrows as if asking permission to look through the phone. She nodded in silent understanding. He looked at the illuminated screen and a frown immediately made its way onto his face, followed by a glare at some of the comments that his so called fans had left about the love of his life.Â
âThey hate me.â Y/N said dejectedly, biting her nails anxiously as Matt continued to read the comments. Matt sighed before he replied.Â
âOh baby. A few comments mean nothing okay my love, what matters is what you think and what I think, and I think youâre amazing just the way you are.âÂ
âBut Matt itâs not just a few comments! Itâs every other comment, either saying you must be annoyed by me, or I donât deserve you or that Iâm a weirdo all because Iâm always either too loud or too quiet! Iâve always been made fun of because of it!â She replied frustrated, tears beginning to well up in her eyes yet again. Â
Suddenly Matt placed her phone face down on the couch and grabbed her hand before leading her to his bathroom. He switched the light on and placed her in front of the mirror and rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist.Â
âSee this woman in the mirror? She is the most perfect woman I have ever met, every little detail of her, from her freckles to her personality makes her even more perfect to me and I fall more in love with her every day.â He placed a trail of kisses leading from her shoulder up to her cheek before he loosened his hold on her waist to turn her so she was facing him before continuing. Â
âDarling, you canât let the things people who hide behind their screens tell you define you okay? It would break my heart to see their nasty words dim my princessâ light, okay? You are perfect to me, and thatâs all that matters, okay? Not some bullshit random people on the internet say, theyâre just jealous 12 year olds.â He joked, lightening the mood, causing a small smile to creep up on her face, he smiled at the sight. Â
âThereâs my favorite smile!â He exclaimed. Â
He cupped her cheeks before speaking again. Â
âLove, you have to remember if you ever feel like this again, is all of me loves all of you, okay? Always has and always will, youâre my favorite person and you being both loud and quiet balances me out perfectly, if I need a quiet and safe place you give that to me, or if I need to let off energy and be crazy, you go on all kinds of crazy adventures with me. I couldnât be more thankful for you. I love you so much my angel.âÂ
âI love you too my loveâ she replied, happy tears now in her eyes as opposed to the sad and frustrated tears in her eyes not even 20 minutes ago.Â
âWhat do you say, we go film the video with Nick and Chris, I want the better passenger princess next to me and not the one who burps 24/7 and looks like meâ he joked, she let out a laugh at her boyfriend.Â
âSure, letâs go film. I wanna grab my food first though.â He nodded and the couple made their way into the living room to grab Y/Nâs food before making their way down to the garage where they heard Nick and Chris arguing over something ridiculous, they both laughed at the pair. The two in the car noticed the couple stood in the doorway making their way to the car. Y/N got in the car while Matt remained outside, focusing the camera. Y/N threw a thumbs up to Matt as the camera was set up right. Chris gave Y/N a quick hug from the back seat before he spoke.Â
âYou good now kid?â He asked, she nodded and smiled back at him as Matt got in the car and pressed record. The four filming the video full of laughs and debates. Matt added in a little rant to the viewers on being nicer to Y/N and from that point forward, the hate comments had died down to the odd few from jealous fan girls.Â
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Wanting You || conrad fisher x fem!reader
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summary: you get a call and it happens to be your drunk boyfriend just wanting your love and attention
pairing: conrad fisher x reader
warnings: stressed conrad and mostly just fluff
wc: 800 (i think)
put some drunk conrad in to help with the storyline!! not majority edited just wanted to get this out
It was supposed to be a boy's night. To drink and talk about sports or just hang out in general. But here conrad was, looking at your pictures on his phone showing the guys around him. Even if they were at a party where there were over 100 people, you were still the first thing on his mind.
âsheâs just so pretty guys,â he told steven and jeremiah who were sipping on beers
âoh we know, for how much you talk about her.â jere muttered over his drink
âman, as much as i love how youâre in love with my sister, but please spare all details.â steven rolled his eyes
âsheâs just so sweet, sheâs helped me with so much. like that one time she snuck me into your house because i missed her and my roommate was having sex,â he admitted
âoh god! you snuck into our house. if laurel ever hears this youâre dead meat.â steven leaned forward
ârelax steve, iâll have you know your mom likes me too much.â conrad took a sip of his beer when he should have stopped drinking for a while now âi miss her.â
âheâs so whipped.â jere laughed watching his brother be lovesick for you
âdo you think she will answer if i call her?â his eyes lit up
âsheâs probably sleeping.â steven looked over his shoulder to the crowd of people spotting taylor dancing with some of the volleyball girls
âjust make your move already.â jeremiah pointed out
âyou know belly would absolutely murder me if i touched her best friend.â steven sighed and looked away
âhey! look at me man.â conrad put a hand on his shoulder âyou havenât murdered me yet.â he smiled
âthatâs because iâm building up to it.â conrad shook his head
âiâm gonna call her, i miss her.â
âdude-â it was too late he already clicked your contact.
Meanwhile, you were on your bed watching netflix and having a self-care night. With conrad with the guys, you felt like he needed to get out of the apartment they all shared because all they did was play video games and sleep. Your phone rang on the comforter causing you to jump not expecting any calls. You turned the phone seeing conradâs name on the screen.
âhey.â you paused your show leaning back on the pillows
âhi baby.â he slurred. this wasnât the first time occurrence heâs called you drunk, you soon found out he was clingy and wanted your attention when drunk
âhey you, howâs the boy's night?â he sighed on the other side of the phone
âitâs good, itâs good. i wanted to call and say i miss you, like a lot.â
âyou just saw me yesterday dummy.â you laughed into the phone
âi just really love you.â your heart fluttered as he said the words, you donât usually say it because it meant a lot to the both of you with what happened to your parents
âcan you do me a favor baby?â he hummed on the other side âcan i talk to my brother really quick?â
âyeah! here, steven she wants to talk to you.â you heard him hand the phone over
âhey sis.â
âhey can i come get him? i think heâs had enough and i know heâs gonna want me to come get him soon enough.â
âoh yeah please,â
âthank you for taking him out tonight, i know heâs stressed with everything with adam and everything.â
âno yeah i understand, see you soon.â the phone was pulled away from him and back in the hands of your boyfriend
âhey lover.â he chuckled âiâm gonna a come get you okay?â
âyeah, thats sounds good.â you knew after a while he would start overthinking and then the stress would come back
âjust stay with the guys and no more drinking, okay?â
âokay, see you soon baby.â you both hung up and you got out of bed
The drive over to the house was over 20 minutes. But you didnât mind you wanted to see conrad. There has been a lot of stuff going on recently with his dad. you knew their relationship wasnât the greatest and it really got to him sometimes.
You parked the car in search of your boyfriend. Steven texted you saying they were in the backyard in some chairs, and you saw the back of your boyfriend's head as he talked to the boys in front of him. You wrapped your arms over his shoulder and leaned your head down on his shoulder.
âi have a girlfriend!â his head snapped and he relaxed seeing it was you âoh. sorry.â
âthatâs okay, you ready to go?â he nodded âyou boys have a ride back?â you looked towards jere and steven
âyeah, taylor said she would take us.â you smiled at steven âwhen are you gonna ask her out?â conrad moved his arms to rub against yours that were draped over him
âchill, i just donât wanna upset belly.â
âfor fucks sake iâm dating your best friend and you didnât beat me up.â
âtold you.â conrad muttered
âthis is different.â he sighed rubbing his face
âitâs not really.â conrad moved to lay his head on your arm giving you the signal it was time to go âjust do something at least, con and i are gonna head out.â you pulled your hands away and the man stood from his seat âready.â he nodded taking your hand in his âbe safe tonight, call me if you need anything.â
As you drove home, conrad kept a hand on your thigh but he didnât say anything and you knew the quietness and depression were slowly coming back from the side effects of his drinking. The whole ride was quiet up until you made it into your room closing the door facing him.
âcome here con.â he walked towards you slowly and dipped his head into to crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around you âletâs sleep okay?â he nodded but didnât let go âcon?â
âhm?â
âletâs lay down handsome.â he stepped away from you and you helped him take off his shirt as he slipped out of his jeans left in his boxers and slid into bed âill be right back, going to get you water.â
âokay.â he softly spoke into the pillow he was laying on
Walking downstairs your mom was also grabbing a midnight snack. She knew he would come over and she also knew he was going through a lot in your 2 years together.
âhow is he?â she leaned against the counter as you opened the fridge to grab a water bottle
âitâs a lot, he wonât really talk to me about some of it and i understand.â
âyouâre a great girlfriend for him. susannah always loved the thought of you two together.â she grabbed your hand and squeezed it âspeaking of conrad.â she nodded behind you, turning around you saw your boyfriend standing at the end of the stairs
âhey, whatâs wrong?â you walked towards him
âyou left me for a long time.â he rubbed his eyes and you smiled
âcome on you big baby, good night mom.â
ânight laurel.â conrad muttered
ânight kids.â you could hear the humor in her voice
Back up in your room you were both now in bed with the light of the tv shining on the both of you. Conradâs eyes drifted but he just stared at you.
âcan i cuddle you?â he asked softly
âyou donât need to ask.â he moved closer to you hugging you to him, his head on your shoulder and you moved your hand to run though his hair âcon?â
âyeah?â you moved to look at him and leaned down to kiss him for the first time that night
âi love you.â he smiled genuinely the first time since you saw him
âi love you.â he closed his eyes and kissed your neck
Soon enough his soft snoring filled the room as you continued to watch your show until you followed him into the dream state.
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You just donât listen do you?
Severus snape X f!Reader smut
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My first fanfic on here!
CW: teacher student relationship (reader is of age!) breeding, minor name calling, SMUT
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While your many years at hogwarts went by very quickly, it feels like only yesterday you first stepped foot onto the grounds. Even though you had to stay an extra year due to poor marks, you loved hogwarts the same nevertheless. With all the laughter and excitement you shared with your classmates and friends these years, your mind was always occupied with the thoughts of your potions teacher;
Severus Snape
You werenât sure what about him caught your eye, all you knew was that you wanted him, badly. None of your friends knew about your secret desire or you could even say , the hots for your teacher, how could you ever confess to that? But as your final year at the school comes near, thereâs a dreadful realization that once youâre graduate, thatâs it for your little dream when it came to him. As you daydream about graduation day and the fact youâll leave everything in this school behind very soon, sooner than you realize. Youâre suddenly brought out of your trance as Professor Snape smacks the back of your chair with his book.
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"Daydreaming again, Miss (L/N)?" he asks, his voice heavy with irritation.
My eyes snap open, the force of the smack bringing me back to reality. I look up to see Professor Snape looming over my desk, his lips curled into a sneer. I shake awake at his words; now fully processing it. âOh shit..â I mutter . The class now quiet now as no one dared to say a word; the only sounds that could be heard were the bubbling cauldrons
âI-im sorry sir, im just a bit tired todayâ I say stuttering from embarrassment
âWell obviously youâve been tired for the past three weeks , obvious by looking at your marksâ Snape says harshly giving my seat another quick smack. I nearly jump in my seat , not daring to meet his gaze, I slightly tremble not knowing what to say next; what he would say next . âSee me after class miss (L/N), at this rate Iâll be surprised to see you graduate this schoolâ he says nearly snarling âI would hate to have you again as a student.â The class is still dead silent, as if everyoneâs waiting for something to happen. âYes sirâ I say muttering trying my best not to make it so obvious I was beyond embarrassed at the confrontation about my marks. Snape eyes me up and down before returning back to the front of the class, his dark robes trailing near his feet as he walked briskly. For the rest of the class period, i try my best to focus on the lecture, but i can't shake the feeling of the embarrassment I faced earlier. Every time you glance at Snape, i can feel his gaze on me, like a hawk watching its prey. I thought to myself, âI knew I wanted his attention but this is NOT what I meant..â I tap my foot against the cobblestone floor nervously, keeping my eyes down either at my shoes or my empty notes.
As the class comes to an end, the students pack up their things and start to leave. My friends give me a look of nervousness, I knew I had to stay back but the fact it was going to be just me and him alone in the classroom was so terrifying but somehow it wasnât in a scary way. Snape's voice rings out, stopping me in your tracks as i attempted to leave the classroom before he could see.
"Not you, Miss (L/N). Donât forget youâll be staying behind today."
I let out an annoyed groan before I turn around and face him, the realization that the only two people in this now empty classroom were you and him.
Your potion teacher, the one teacher you had the hots for
I feel my face slightly flush at the thought. The room was quietly; the only sound my nervous breaths in the still air. Snape stands at his desk, idly straightening some papers, his dark eyes never leaving you. I feel his eyes almost burning into me, even though i didnât look up once after we were alone, i could just feel it. I take a seat in one of the chairs in the front row.
"You've been struggling in my class for quite some time," he says, his voice low and stern. "Why do you think that is?"
âIâm just a bit scared that Iâll graduate soon sir.â I let out a nervous laugh, I tap my foot on the floor once again but this time even faster. Snape's eyes narrow slightly and he stops straightening the papers, his full attention now on me.
"Is that so?" he says, his voice neutral. "You think that's a valid excuse for your poor performance in my class?" Snape stands up and walks around the desk, his footsteps echoing in the silent classroom. He stands directly over me, his body just a few inches away from mine. I'm not one to tolerate excuses, Miss (L/N). I expect excellence from all my students, and you haven't been living up to those expectations.â He snarls
I shake at his words, heâs never scolded me in such a way like this other than today, sure heâs called me out in class for sleeping or missing notes, but never this way, never this close. I couldnât shake the feeling of fear and somehow, desire as well. For a few seconds longer I let my thoughts dwell until I bring myself to answer, âI apologize sir itâs just-â
He cuts me off slamming both his hands on the desk, the sound nearly echoing in the room. âI donât want to hear any of your excusesâ he groans, his facial expression changing to one thatâs obviously more irritated. âIâve heard it all before, you think Iâve never had a student who couldnât care less about my class Miss (L/N)? You wouldnât be the first he hissesâ He says his eyes fixing on me.
âBut sir thatâs not it I swear to Merlin, Iâve just been distrac-â I say frantically trying to prove to Snape wrong. Snape's hand reaches out quick and grips my chin, gripping it tightly and forcing me to look into his eyes. His eyes burn into mine as his face was mere inches away.
"You've been distracted?â he asks sarcastically , his voice a low growl. "It's a wonder how you manage to pass your other classes;if you even are at this point, with so much going on in that pretty little head of yours. Tell me, exactly what is causing this... distraction?â I tremble at let out a whimper as I feel his grip tightening on his face, He forces my chin up even higher to try to get an answer out of me. I see Snapeâs lips curl into a slight smirk, my breathing became more unsteady by the second , as I feel my desire and arousal growing.
âNothing sirâ I say looking scared
Snape backs me up to his desk. âYou must think Iâm stupid little girl, do you really think I was born yesterday?
I see the way you look at me in class, this entire year, donât try to deny it now miss (L/N), look at the way youâre quivering under my touch.â He says his voice trailing off and grip still steady on my neck. My breathing hitches at his words âfuck heâs rightâ I thought to myself. I feel my brows furrowing and my face becoming hotter by the second. I stir slightly at his grip needing more, more of his touch, I accidentally let out a soft moan. Snape nearly flinches at the sudden sound.
Your moan sent a shiver down Snapeâs spine. He can feel your body responding to his presence, the combination of fear and desire making both of your heads spin. He eventually releases my chin and moves even closer to me, his body now pressed against mine. His hand shaking around my waist with a grip that was almost painful and apparent with desire.
"I know what you want little girl," he whispers in my ear, his voice low and seductive. "And I have just the way to get you to admit it." My arms wrap around his neck to bring him closer. Merlin you just had to feel more of him..
He nips at my earlobe, his teeth biting at my skin. The feeling goes straight to your core, and I can't help the small gasp that escapes my lips. I feel my legs shaking around his waist. I breathe heavy in his ear, my face turning even more red at the realization that he hasnât even touched me yet and Iâm acting this way.
Snape lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "Hush" he says, his hand moving to grip your hip. "No sounds until I tell you, if you want to misbehave in my class then youâll have to work for your pleasure. Bad girls donât get rewarded."
âYes sirâ I say shaking
He shifts himself so I can wrap around him better, I can feel his hard length lining up with my core. I grip his robes tightly as I feel it throb under his pants, the desires Iâve had are slowly becoming a reality, I have a hard time accepting that and my brain feels as itâs nearly melting at this point. I hear him groan as the readjusted position seems to have an effect on him too. I lightly squeeze my legs together and push myself further down onto his hardness just to be a bit of a tease to him.
I feel his grip on my hips tighten , his nails digging into the flesh of my thigh. His hand comes back up to grip my chin once more, âyou minxâ he hisses before crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss was possessive and rough, I moan as I feel him hold me tighter against him. His tongue slips into my mouth, it feels demanding, dominating even, I give into the feeling and let myself be devoured in that moment. It nearly feels like forever until I pull away from the kiss slightly to meet his gaze, breathing heavily with a moan in between each breath.
With my swollen parted lips and my eyes slightly heavy with lust âProfessorâ I say huffing with desire âRavage me.â His eyes widen at your words, a hungry grin spreading across his face. "You don't know what you're asking for, Miss (L/N). Are you sure you can handle it?"
âPlease!â I say nearly whining, my heads thrown back and my legs are shaking now more than ever. I feel the desire pooling in my core making it impossible to speak properly, all my words come out in almost a babble, but deep in my head I know Iâve entered dangerous territory, but you can't help yourself. You want this, you want him.
Snape smirks, his grip on you tightening. "Very well," he says, his voice a dangerous growl. "I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."
I can barely prepared what happens next until I feel him spin me around and pins me against his desk. His body pressed against mine even harder than before, his hands roaming over my body, his lips finding my neck once again.
"You asked for this," his voice a low growl. "And I'll give it to you, all of it.â
I moan loudly at the sudden feeling , my backside now exposed to him, I feel my legs slightly kick and twitch in anticipation.
Snape runs two fingers up and down my soaked panties then pulls them to the side, my body shakes slightly at the pleasure, I subconsciously let my moans out. I feel a tight grip on my hair then my head being pulled back, I hear him whisper; voice dripping like sweet dark desire. âI thought I made myself clear when I said to hush?â
âm so sorry sir! â I say with slight tears welling up in my eyes. He brings his face closer to my bare neck and I feel his lips biting on my exposed skin. I cover my mouth with one of my hands to muffle any potential moans that could come next. I shut my eyes and let my body accept the feeling.
âSuch a greedy thingâ he whispers in my ear as his grip on me tightens. I can only whimper in responseâSo bold of you to tell me to ravage you. You don't even know what you're asking for." His whisper turning a primal growl. I moan into my hand once more nodding feverishly, my body responding to his every touch and every word. His hand moves back down to my ruined panties, his grip tight and possessive on me. "But I'm going to give it to you, darling," he hisses. "And you're going to take whatever I give you, aren't you?"
âYes professor!â I cry out, my hips moving against his hands greedily. I feel my heart racing, my head is spinning, and I can barely think straight. I hear him laugh, his hand continue down its path down your body. He tugs at the hem of your skirt, his breath hot on your ear.
"I thought so,â he whispers. âYouâre trembling so much dear, you want this more than you'd like to admit, don't you?"
âYes sirâ I say burying my face into my arms shyly. My body still violently shaking with pleasure and embarrassment. I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling followed by the sound of fabric hitting the floor, he slips off my ruined panties as well. I nearly wince at the feeling of Snape rubbing the swollen head of his cock up and down my leaking slit. I moan loudly at the feeling and feel a sharp slap come down onto my behind. I arch my back at the sudden pain and shriek.
âYou just never listen do you Miss(L/N)?â
âPlease professor I canât take it anymoreâ I say tears running down my face now. âIm begging you pleaseâ I could no longer create coherent thoughts and all the words that came out of my mouth became nothing but babbling.
Snape chuckles âThen let it all out then dear.â
I feel him push past my fold, sheathing his entire length into my tight insides. I let out almost a scream at the feeling of pleasure. âProfessor!â I say crying out , I throw my head down even lower, not being able to keep it up any longer. He leans over my back and moans, âfuck, youâre so tight. Itâs like your body was made for me to claimâ He groans. He was now balls deep in me, I shake at the feeling of being stretched out so much and by the man I wanted so badly. He kissed and bites my shoulders and back wildly as he pounded me hard and primal into his desk. I felt my back arch as he gripped my hips tight and thrusted even harder. âYouâre so perfect..â I heard him mutter under his breath as he moaned. âmore please sir I can take itâ I say babbling , gripping onto the edge of the desk for dear life. Snape happily obliges, I feel my insides nearly split open as he continues his rough pounding. Hearing his guttural moans sends me over the edge.
His grip comes up to my throat , the gasp that came out my mouth sounded strangled yet full of pleasure. I feel another sharp slap come down my ass. âFuck!â I scream out
My potions teacher was ravaging my pussy, using my body.
My eyes begin to roll back into my skull as I let him do as he pleased with my body. I felt my desires begging to turn primal, âProfessor breed mâ pleaseâ I said barely holding onto my composure. A dribble of drool began to seep its way out of the corner of my mouth as I huffed. Snape come undone by my pleas and need to be bred.
I hear his breathing hitch into gasps, I feel him trembling as he continued to pound behind me as I heard him speak â youâre sure love? You want to take that chance? Youâre willing to let me breed you? Without any protection?â
Though I couldnât see behind me I still felt a smile creep onto Snapes face. âYes please breed me professor let mâ have your children! I cried outâ , whining at the need to be filled to the brim with his cum, to carry and become round with his children. All the thoughts and pleasure overstimulated me to the point where the only thing I could do was moan,whimper, and drool.
Snape fucks me even harder , the desk below me starts to creak and thump against the floor. I moan loudly at his brutal rough thrusts. âGonna fill you up so full with my cum darlingâ âgonna be so fucking pretty with your belly full with my children, youâd want that wouldnât you slut?â He asks , âyes please donât stopâ I babble not being able to lift my head up to speak properly. â
he groans at my fucked state, âgonna cum â he mutters. I feel his grip on my hips becoming tighter, his nails digging into my behind, his thrusts became more and more sloppy by the second, âmâ too sir â I say muttering; my brain nearly fried at that point. The volume of our moans combined eventually spilt us both over the edge. I feel Snape feel my warm cunt up full with his hot potent seed. Afterwards I felt him lean over my back for quite a while , obviously tired from that entire ordeal, maybe even a hint of hesitation when it came to pulling out played a part in that.
Eventually he did, drops of his seed dripped onto the floor under us, the withdrawal made me whimper at the loss of what made me feel full. Snape and I take another moment to collect our composure. He sets me upright on his desk and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
âGorgeous girl..â he mutters , I smile at his words , âIâve always wanted to do thatâ I say shyly
âI knowâ Snape says buckling his pants again.
I give him a pout at the fact he didnât play along, âcan I stay with you for tonight sir?â He rolled his eyes and nodded. I slip my underwear back on and readjust my skirt and top, I grab onto his arm, âdonât pretend like you donât like me sir, I know youâll miss me once I graduateâ I say still giving him a pout.
He gives me an irritated look but I could sense a slight bit of affection through it
âIâll still be seeing you after youâre graduated.â
I give him a sweet smile now holding onto his hand as he led me through the corridors to his quarters..
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Sequel to Good People - The fic in wherein Wayne doesn't like Steve and overheard a conversation he shouldn't have. Here's the aftermath of that :3
Part OneđŚPart TwođŚFinal Part
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Wayne had stayed in his bedroom long after he heard the boys leave. Eddie had knocked on his door to let him know he'd be staying at Steve's and to not expect him back until late tomorrow, a courtesy he'd never shown until after he'd been the victim of a manhunt back in spring. Wayne never asked him to do that but he thinks Eddie picked up on how worried Wayne would get if he were gone for any amount of time.
Eddie's always been good at reading people when he bothers to pay attention to them. Maybe that should have been enough reason for him to give pause to his dislike of the Harrington boy, instead of needing to overhear the boy crying about how he thinks there's something rotten deep within him that only Wayne can sense.
He'd been so sure he knew what kind of person Steve Harrington was. Eddie had been hung up on boys just like him pert-near his whole life, Wayne thinks, and it's never ended differently.
It's a Tuesday night and his friends usually gather at the bar on Friday nights, but Wayne needs to get out of the trailer to think. A beer might help. So, he grabs his keys and heads out.
He's been a regular at this bar since before he was even old enough to drink. Used to come with his pa, may he rest in peace, just to get out of the house. He's been a patron longer than any of the staff have worked there, he realizes.
"Hello Linda," Wayne greets as he takes a seat at the bar instead of at his usual table. He'd done a cursory glace when he came in and confirmed none of his drinking buddies were in before choosing the bar.
"This isn't your usual day," Linda says, leaning a hip on the counter, "but it's always a pleasure to see you."
"I got some thinkin' to do," Wayne replies and Linda nods and moves away, returning soon with a bottle of his usual beer. She picks up the bottle open and removes the cap before setting the drink down in front of him.
"Need a sounding board, hun?" She asks.
Wayne does a quick survey of the bar again but it's pretty quiet so he returns his gave to Linda and says, "if you wouldn't mind too much hearin' about how an old man might have messed up."
Linda laughs. "You aren't even half a decade older than me, so you best not be sprouting that 'old man' nonsense around me, 'cause I am not some old lady."
"Terribly sorry, Linda. I'm just really feelin' like an old fool."
A small frown comes to Linda's face then. "Now what could you have possibly done?"
"Well, I guess I'm tryin' to figure out if I did mess up. Eddie's got a friend and I don't trust 'im. Thought I had good reason not to, but, well, I overheard somethin' I wasn't supposed ta and now I'm not sure."
Linda hums, "hmm, that doesn't sound like you, judging someone unrightly. You are usually a good read about people."
"I'll admit, I haven't bothered to spend enough time with the boy to, uhh, judge him."
"Wayne Munson," Linda scolds, "you best not be telling me you judged that boy because of other people."
Judging by Linda's raising brow line, he thinks his guilt must be clear on his face. "You know Eddie, and how people have treated him. And with what he just went through- I just want 'im safe. Sure, his new friend graduated last year, but he was on the basketball team his whole career. And I'm jus' supposed ta believe this one boy didn't side with the group who started the manhunt?"
"Unless you've got evidence otherwise, yes," Linda says, brows furrowed.
Wayne sighs. "I ain't got proof. I got a lot of people sayin' he's good, actually. But it's the Harrington boy. The same boy Eddie would come home and complain 'bout. Harrington, Hagan, Hargrove, though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. All them boys treatin' Eddie like he wasn't worth nothin' until they wanted somethin' form him."
Linda's mouth is almost a perfectly straight line with how much she's pursed her lips the more he talks, but she doesn't interrupt and no customer calls for her, so he continues.
"And you know what Richard Harrington was like. I know y'all only shared one school year together, but Janice wasn't any better, and she was your year, wasn't she?" Linda gives him one nod in response. "That boy's a product of them. I- You can't fault me for thinkin' differently."
"So, when do you expect Eddie to end up in prison?"
The question throws Wayne and fills him with anger at the same time. "Now, Linda, I ain't likin' what you are implyin'."
"I ain't implyin' nothing," she says, using the same tone with him that he did with her. "I'm applying your logic. Eddie's a product of his parents, ain't he? Al's in prison, and his mama's long gone, bless her soul. And since Eddie ain't sick, last I heard, he must be following after his daddy."
The anger leaves him then, and all he's left with is shame. "Point made. And if I'm bein' fully honest with ya, I don't even need ya to defend that boy. That thing I overheard. That what's eatin' at me. He called me good people."
Linda softens, shoulders dropping, "you are good people, hun."
"That boy told my Eddie that I'm 'good people', and that his parents are bad ones, and I. I don't know what to do about that."
"He thinks his own parents are bad?"
Wayne nods, "is what he said. Thinks I can somehow sense he's also rotten just by association."
"There's nothing to it, then," Linda says, like they've already talked out the tangled mess that is Wayne's thoughts on Steve Harrington and have reached a conclusion. Well, perhaps Linda already has. She's always been bright, and she's usually right. "You, Wayne Robert Munson, need to apologize to that boy. The guilt and shame's gonna put you into your cups otherwise."
Wayne nods slowly, though he isn't even sure if he agrees or is just acknowledging what she said before he takes a long pull from his bottle before lowering both his arms to rest on the counter as he replies, "You're right as usual, Linda my dear. I just gotta let go of the fact he's Richard Harrington's son and try and see just Steve."
"Damn right. Eddie might be Al's by birth, but you raised him and he turned out alright. Maybe Steve got the same treatment. Had his own Wayne around to raise him right."
There might be a bit of truth to that. He's heard enough talk about Steve Harrington over the years to think that. One of his drinking buddies used to be Jim Hopper. He's heard about the amount of parties he'd had to go shut down at the Harrington's house, with no parents to be seen. (Always Jim's biggest gripe back then. "Where's this kids goddamn parents!?) Wayne always assumed their kid just took advantage every time his parents were gone, but maybe it's the opposite. Maybe they were always gone, and Steve had parties to not be alone in his house.
Linda's right. There is nothing to it. He needs to talk to Steve, properly apologize, and go from there.
"It ain't an easy thing, admittin' you might be wrong," Wayne sighs.
Linda reaches across the counter and places a hand on Wayne's arm just below his wrist. Wayne looks up from where he'd ended up staring at his bottle, making eye contact with her. "If your boy is friends with this boy, it's for a reason. Just give him a chance. You are one of the good ones, but even we can have a lapse in judgment now and then. Doesn't make you bad, makes you human."
"Ain't no one perfect but the good Lord," Wayne says and Linda nods in agreement.
"Alright. I'll leave you to your beer and your thoughts for now, but you best keep me updated on your situation. I wanna know how it goes," Linda retracts her hand and heads down the counter to check on the few other people sitting about nursing drinks.
Wayne sits in his thoughts more than he drinks, so by the time he's done with the beer it's warm but that's fine. He will talk to the Harrington kid, but he wants to talk to Eddie first. He owes his nephew that much, and he does recall Eddie saying something to the effect of 'he'll come around' to Steve, and Wayne wants to tell Eddie he'll try.
Also he doesn't want to just corner the boy after he's been somewhat intimidating intentionally. He's going to get Eddie to ask if Steve'll talk to him.
True to his word, Eddie returns home late the next day. The clock says it's almost 6 when Eddie finally comes through the front door. If he's surprised to see Wayne awake, he doesn't show it. He does work the graveyard shift, and he's got a shift at 10 tonight, usually wakes up two hours before his shift. He'd wanted to make sure he caught Eddie, though, so he's been up since three.
"Eddie, you got a minute?" Wayne says.
"Sure. What's up?" Eddie says as he pulls off his jacket, depositing it on the nearest surface before plopping sideways on the couch so he's facing Wayne.
"I gotta come clean. I overheard some of what you and Steve were talkin' about," Wayne says, because he's a man of his word and he's always been good at doing the hard thing if it also turns out to be the right thing. He's got to be honest with Eddie, so he can be honest with himself. "Heard Harr- Steve talkin' 'bout how he thinks I'm a good person, and his parents aren't."
Eddie's quiet for a moment, blinking owlishly back at him while he thinks. "Oh. Umm. Sorry. I just- I think this is the first time I've heard you say Steve's name."
"Not the part I thought you'd focus on," Wayne huffs a laugh, "but I owe your boy an apology and I was hopin' you could help me make it happen."
"My boy- what is happening," Eddie drops his voice to whisper the question to himself.
"What's happening is I'm doin' the thing I always told you ta do. Taking accountability and fixin' my mistake."
"Oh. Oh!" Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne, "you've made an ass out of me. All those times I assured Steve you were just being standoffish and you were- what were you doing?"
"Intentionally keepin' the boy at a distance 'cause I thought he was gonna hurt you. I sure as hell ain't been friendly. I been judging him because I knew his parents, thinkin' about how an apple don't fall far from the tree," Wayne stops, giving pause to see if Eddie will speak but he isn't. He's just staring at Wayne like he's a puzzle. "It was brought to my attention that it's mighty unfair to judge someone 'cause of how their parents act."
Eddie's brow furrows and his lips purse. It makes him think of Linda. She'd made the exact same face. "I- Jesus fuck this is weird, but I. I think I'm mad at you. Disappointed."
Eddie doesn't say it with an angry tone, and his face still looks more puzzled than mad, but the sentence feels like a kick to the chest anyway. Eddie and he have never been mad at each other, not in the eight years Eddie's lived here with him. They've been worried and scared for each other that, or mad at someone or something else that they take out on each other, but never mad at each other.
"You've every right to be."
Eddie stands from the couch, paces down the hallway, and Wayne thinks this might be the end of any conversation tonight, but instead Eddie comes storming back up the hall. "So, what, did you take me in expecting me to be my dad!?"
"No. He mighta contributed to your birth, but we both know that man ain't nurtured you a day in his life."
"Yeah, well, Steve's parents didn't raise him either, so all this has been bullshit! You made Steve think he's, he's broken and a bad person! And," Eddie's eyes are wet and he's angry but also about to cry. Wayne hasn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since the day they learned Al was in prison, fifteen years with a chance for parole if he's on his best behavior. Eddie had been so angry, and sad, and hurt by the news. Eddie's like that now, worked up so much he's repeating himself as he hiccups his words out around the lump in this throat, "And, and you made me help him feel that way! Because I didn't take him serious when he said, said you didn't like him! I thought you were being, being a dad, all fake gruff to intimidate the guy I like but it's- you were- FUCK!"
Wayne lets him yell. He deserves it, and Eddie needs it. Eddie's not saying anything untrue. He takes in what Eddie is yelling at him; Steve's parents didn't raise him, and how Wayne's cold shoulder must have added to whatever else Steve has going on in his life.
"I, I h-held him while he b-bawled into my shirt last night! He, he thinks- and you, you didn't even trust me! T-trust my own j-judgment of, of Steve! I, I need- I can't-" Eddie doesn't finish the sentence. He turns on his heel and storms back down the hall, the slamming of his door finalizing this conversation.
To say that Wayne feels terrible is inadequate. He's hurt his boy, and he's hurt his boy's boy, and he's got no one to blame but himself.
Now he's got two apologies to make.
I tried to tag as many people as I could remember that expressed interest in a follow up fic. I am SO sorry if I missed you. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in the final part. I will only be tagging people who ask to be tagged going forward 'cause it's a lot of people to remember and my memory is garbage.
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#steddie#my fic#wayne pov#wayne munson#eddie munson#honestly this didnt go the way i thought it would#so there will be a third and final part. Wayne's gonna make it right because he's a good uncle. A good dad.#SPOILER: steve doesnt even show up in this part so im not tagging him
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second chance âââ:
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve decides to ask out the girl who he keeps seeing around hawkins with her nose in a book. heâs a little surprised when he gets brutally rejected, only to find out his âking steveâ era is haunting him more than he expected. he attempts to make it up to you and show you heâs changed, even if it takes him a couple of tries.
word count: 4.8K (oops)
warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, bullying, regular size font below!
notes: first time writing for steve YES I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM! YES IT IS THE FAULT OF ALL THE GOOD FIC WRITERS ON HERE! and thus,, I had to participate,, I hope I got his character down, I might write more for him so let me know if youâd like to be added to the tag list for further steve harrington related content!
tagging some writers who have absolutely inspired me to write this with their own incredible fics, be sure to check them out <3 @hungharrington @sunshinesteviee @ghostlyfleur @lilacletterâ @stevenoseâÂ
As a teenager, youâd grown to hate Hawkins. It was a mundane, small town with boring people, not much to do, not to mention the weird supernatural rumors youâd hear about every other week.Â
But nothing was worse than your high school, Hawkins High. There was a strong social hierarchy, with you firmly placed at the bottom. You were a class A nerd, getting good grades, and always reading to distract yourself from your lack of a social life. So naturally, you got picked on a lot. At first it was just some girls in your class, laughing at your big glasses and the way you dressed. But as you got older, youâd caught the eye of so called âking Steveâ and his goons.
Youâd heard plenty about him by junior year; how rich his parents were, how he was the best at sports, how every girl practically dropped to their knees when he entered a room. Heâd started noticing you when his friend Carol pointed you out, sitting alone on a bench outside school, waiting for your dad to pick you up. His finger had pushed your book down so he could look at your face, and you were soon met with his all too cocky grin.Â
âWatcha readinâ, four eyes?â The ego was nearly dripping off his words, making your stomach turn.
âNone of your business.â you pulled your book away, keeping a finger between the pages you were on. âDoubt itâs near your reading level anyways, Harrington.â You may have been nerdy, but you were no pushover. If they wanted to be condescending, then youâd play their game right back at them.
âThatâs no way to treat your king, is it?â Tommy chimed in, like a parrot on his shoulder. You were sure that guy would be nowhere without his friendâs reputation, considering he had the personality of a wet sock.
âMy king?â You repeated, raising an eyebrow. âCanât you just leave me alone?â You tried putting your book away, but Carol had snatched it from your hands just before you could reach your bag.
âOooh, is this your diary or somethinâ?â she flipped it open, shit eating grin plastered over her face as she ran her nail over your name written on the opening page.Â
âDo you mind? Give it back!â youâd reached out to grab it from her, but sheâd already tossed it back to Steve, who was now holding it high above his head.Â
âCome and get it sweetheart,â He smirked. âMight have to get real close for it though.â Tommy laughed like a hyena at his taunting, and you swore you would have punted him if they didnât outnumber you.Â
You scowled, ready to just grab your bag and make a swing for it. âOver my dead body, Steve.â You spat his name, and he grinned at your response.Â
âAhh, shouldnât have said that.â He dropped the book down into the muddy puddle in front of you, stepping on it to make matters worse.Â
You watched, mouth slightly agape as tears welled up in your eyes. Carol cackled while you stood frozen, clutching your bag as you watched the pages soak up the filthy water under his foot. You had every reason not to like Steve, he was like every movieâs description of a high school bully. But heâd destroyed something personal of yours. So now you had every reason to hate Steve.
And the bullying never stopped there. Heâd laugh when Carol put her gum in your hair, when Tommy would bump into you extra hard in the hallway, when youâd turn around every time you saw him.
So when graduation came, you couldnât be happier to get out of there and go to college.
Except your dad got fired from his job. And so, after just a year of college, youâd abandoned your dream of majoring in English literature and returned to the sad, miserable old town you grew up in.Â
So youâd taken on a job in your local bookstore, hoping to make enough money to rent an apartment anywhere else soon. You spent the rest of your time reading and writing, usually outside to get some inspiration. You werenât surprised to see a lot of familiar faces, though youâd never actually spoken to most of them. College was expensive, and a lot of people from Hawkins were just going straight into working than bothering to study. Or maybe some were in the same unfortunate position as you, tragically locked to your hometown.
You were sat outside the backside of the mall, listening to peopleâs conversations around you. Though you were never much of a socialite, you were very interested in the way people interacted with one another, especially if they were from completely different backgrounds than you.
Two books sat besides you, knees brought up close to your chest as your papers leaned against your legs. You messily wrote down strings of sentences and words of inspiration, a description of what you were seeing too, every now and then. You were an aspiring writer, hoping your literary skills would one day break you out of your current situation, but with the current state of the world, thatâs all you could really be. Hopeful.
You were daydreaming about the life youâd build for yourself, finger running over the tip of your pen. You were so involved in your own train of thoughts, you almost hadnât noticed the sudden new presence besides you.Â
âWatcha writinâ, pretty girl?âÂ
The voice sounded familiar. A little too familiar for your liking, actually. You kept your eyes on the page, hoping you conveying your disinterest was working in driving the guy away. You sighed, clicking the pen a few times. âDo you really care, or do you just wanna bother me?â
You could hear a faint chuckle, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât sound nice. Still, you were working, and you preferred not to be disturbed when you were.
âYou got me there,â the guy spoke, and you could tell heâd moved a little closer, because you could now smell a sliver of his cologne. âWas never one for books, but Iâve been wanting to read more. What is this, Pride and Prejudice?â He picked up one of the books, and you turned, about to take it from when your eyes landed on his face, freezing midway when you finally realized why he sounded so familiar.
Steve motherfucking Harrington.
Same cocky smile, same brown eyes, same somehow always perfectly styled hair, and probably same asshole altogether.
You squinted slightly, not sure if you were hallucinating or not. â... Steve Harrington?â You question, and you could tell he doesnât quite know how to react at first.
Truth be told, Steve had changed. A lot. All the things heâd gone through, the connections heâd made, the ego checks he got, it made him a new man. Or so he definitely liked to believe. But he was also painfully aware of his reputation, his old persona still haunting him sometimes. Still, heâd never seen you before, so he hoped it was a relatively positive image you had of him.
âI guess my reputation precedes me,â he smiled, and you think itâs the first time youâd ever seen him genuinely smile. Not the smile he gave you when his friends were teasing you, no, this one was much softer. âOr maybe... Weâve met before?â
And then it clicked.
Steve had no clue who you were.
Sure, youâd developed a better sense of style over the years. You no longer needed braces, you had grown into your body better, and your glasses fit your face a lot more. But you didnât think you changed that much. Besides, your personality had remained the same. You were still the sharp tongued, book loving, nerdy girl heâd bullied back then.
It was true, he didnât recognize you. He was almost certain you were new in town, telling his best friend Robin that if he knew you, heâd definitely recognize a face that pretty. She had no clue who he was talking about, this mysterious girl heâd seen reading and writing all over Hawkins, so she just told him to make a move. So he did.
âSo uh,â He leaned his arm over the backside of the bench, facing you. âI was wondering if youâd maybe like to go out sometime. Yâknow, catch a movie, go to the arcade, whatever youâd like to do for fun, uh...â he flipped the book open on the first page, reading your name aloud. And then it clicked for him too. You werenât new here, and you most certainly knew him. He looked back up at you, already getting ready to apologize when you snatched the book from his hands and got up.Â
âGo fuck yourself, âking Steveâ.â You scowled, shoving your stuff in your bag and angrily walking off.
He had to admit, that stung, hearing you use his old nickname like that, and then watching you storm off. He was starting to realize that there were more consequences to his high school endeavors than heâd initially imagined, that he couldnât just move on and pretend that he was a new person now. He had to make things right. Starting with you, the pretty girl with the glasses.Â
âAnd-- and then, wait for it-- I look into the book, right?â Steve stands behind the counter of Family Video, hands motioning vividly as he tells his friend about what had happened the day before.
Robin nods, mumbling some kind of âuhuhâ as she continues to organize the shelves.
âAnd itâs her! Itâs four eyes!â He exclaims, looking expectantly at his colleague, hoping for a big reaction.
âIâm sorry, who?â Robinâs face contorts in confusion, turning to face him with a hand on her hip.
âShit, uh, she was like always reading and stuff, and she had these-- these glasses, they were way too big for her face, and--â
His sentence was cut short by the jingle of the door opening, and the two of them looked to see you there, who was clearly not expecting a welcome committee. Your gaze crossed Steveâs, and for a moment he felt like you were about to kill him with just your stare. You rolled your eyes, scoffing audibly and started looking through the shelves.
Robin looked at Steve, mouthing a âis that herâ, to which he nodded stealthily. She replied by smiling approvingly, as if she now understood exactly why he wanted to make things right. You were really pretty, she could definitely see that.
You damn near slammed down the tape you wanted to rent for the day on the counter, avoiding eye contact as you looked through your bag for your wallet.
âAre you already registered at Family Video orââ
âNo.â You cut him off, head snapping up.
âAlright,â Steve nodded, slightly intimidated. âIâll just need your name and phone number for the registry.â
You stared at him for a few moments, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Did he really think you were that stupid?
âAre you fuckingââ You looked over at his colleague. âIs he fucking with me?â
Robin shook her head slowly, slightly intimidated. Though she could see why he had to work his way up to talking to you, she had to admit, it was quite funny seeing Steve actually struggle talking to a girl like this.
âWe need it in case you donât return the tape.â He gave you a thin lipped, awkward smile as he got the keyboard out to type it in.
âFine,â You huffed, âbut if I get a personal call from you, Iâm changing numbers.â You started to list your phone number and complete your registration. You just wanted to watch the Breakfast Club for christâs sakes, this was taking agesâŚ
âThatâll be 10 dollars,â he put on a sweet, almost customer service-y smile, âplease.â
âYeah, fine, justââ You rummaged through your bag, brows furrowing when you still couldnât manage to find your wallet. You were certain you had it, although you did grab your stuff in a bit of a rush that morning. âI swear itâs here, itâs just under all this other stuffâŚâ
You were about to dump the contents of your bag onto the counter when Steve held up his hand, pulling out his own wallet. âItâs fine, I got it.â He deposited 10 dollars of his own into the cash register, sliding the tape back over to you along with a receipt. âCourtesy of Steve Harrington.â
You looked down at the tape, and something in you wanted to smile. You were still getting used to this, guys doing nice things for you because you were pretty, but it was different from Steve. You were mad at him, and rightfully so. Te, measly dollars wasnât going to cut it.
You muttered a âthanksâ, stuffing the tape in your bag and waving Robin a quick goodbye before speed walking back outside. Your cheeks burned hot, and you hated to admit it, but it was a really cute gesture from Steve.
âShe seems nice.â Robin said, watching Steveâs expression falter with a bit of an amused grin.
Steve leaned his face into his hands, watching you leave through the window. âThe nicest.â He sighed, lowering his head to rub his hands over his face. âIâm gonna have to give that another try though.â
Robin chuckled, going back to the task at hand. âGood luck with that, casa nova.â
And so he did. He kept trying. It wasnât just because he wanted to prove something to himself, he was genuinely intrigued by you. Even back in high school, he wondered what was going on in that head of yours when youâd daydream in class, or when you were writing during breaks. But he knew heâd never hear the end of it from Tommy if he talked to you, so he chose the easy way out. Coping by making fun of you. At least that way, he never had to prove to anyone if he liked you or not.
But it wasnât fair, not towards you, of course. He never should have treated you that way, and this was his chance of making things right. And maybe finally finding out what was always happening in that pretty mind of yours.
You were stacking books on the shelves at your job, humming a tune to yourself. You liked your job, you always got to buy books at discounted prices and read whenever it was quiet. It was a nice step-up to what would hopefully become a real writing job one day, having your own books sold in a place like this.
âExcuse me,â a voice stirred you from your daydreaming, âIâm looking for something new to read.â
You turned, and as soon as you once again caught sight of Steve, your customer service smile faded into a scowl. âYou stalking me now, Harrington?â
He put up his hands in a defensive position. âWoah, jump to conclusions much?â He chuckled nervously. âNo, I uh... Robin told me you worked here. So I decided to drop by.â He followed closely behind you as you walked to the back to start stacking the shelves there.
âSo what are you really doing here, besides bothering me?â You turned, a book clutched to your chest. It reminded him of how you used to walk the halls, always with a book held over your heart. It was almost poetic, now that he thought about it. He knew books were your comfort, so it only made sense youâd always keep one near.
âLike I told you,â he leaned against one of the shelves, hand slipping down just a tad which almost made him lose composure, âIâm looking for somethinâ new to read.â
You raised an eyebrow, and you had to admit, he had your attention. âYou?â You scoffed, followed by an almost mocking chuckle. âShit, I didnât even know you could read.â
He pretended to be hurt, hand over his heart as he said your name in an offended tone. âIâm wounded! Iâm trying to explore more literature and here I am getting judged!âÂ
You couldnât help but giggle, blood rushing to your cheeks from embarrassment. You were supposed to be mad, not humor his flirting, no matter how cute he was. âI uh... Well, I read this book not too long ago. Itâs about two lovers who travel the world playing the music together, and one of them dies, so the other has to like, find their own sound...â You realized you were rambling a little, wide eyes looking up at him. âOr... Something like that.â
âYeah! Yeah, that-- that sounds great. Cool. Totally.â He tried his best to brush off how your eyes were making him feel. So pretty, even when behind your glasses, he could tell how much emotion they held.
âCool, cool,â now you were the one trying to play it cool, fingers fidgeting with the hardcover you were holding. âIâll, uhm-- go check our stock really quick.âÂ
He let you do your thing as he looked around the store, flipping through the pages of random books he found. Truth be told, Steve hadnât read a single book ever since he stopped being forced to because of high school. Not because he hated reading, he just... Wasnât very good at it. Heâd often mouth along with the words, sentence by sentence, sometimes even whispering them to himself.
You returned not long after, strangely enough, with nothing in hand. âSo, I think we ran out, but uh...â You adjusted your glasses. âI can lend you my copy.â You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling nervously. âIf you want.â
Steve was quite surprised by your proposal. He knew how precious your books were to you, but giving one to him? The guy whoâd stomped on your own personal property not even that long ago? Damn. Maybe you were just that nice. Which made him feel even worse for treating you like shit.
âTotally! Yeah, uhm, Iâll take good care of it. Like, seriously, Iâll protect it with my life.â He grinned, and you hated how infectious his smile was.Â
âGood,â you handed him your copy, and he could tell it was well loved. âI better not find any mud on this one.â He nodded at your comment, swallowing down his guilt at the memory. There was a bookmark at the front, and he could tell by the dozens of sticky tabs sticking out that you were serious about your reading. So he decided to be serious about it too.
âYou can give it back whenever youâre done.â You smiled awkwardly, subtly letting him know he could read it at his own pace. âJust come drop it off when youâre ready.â He was about to thank you, when you raised a finger to interrupt him. âIn the exact same condition, Harrington.â Though your gesture was sweet, he could tell you still werenât fully on good terms with him. That was fine by him, he was glad he was making any progress at all, really.Â
âYeah-- yeah, for sure, no problem.â He stood there for a few seconds, book held under his arm as his other hand busied itself running through his hair. âIâll uh... Iâll see you around.â
You smiled at how nervous he seemed. âYeah, totally, see you around Steve.â You gave him a quick wave and went back to stocking the shelves.
Steve heart swelled with a familiar feeling as he walked out. He knew you were pretty, gorgeous even, but seeing you smile, and say his name like that... Man, he felt like an even bigger idiot for being such a douche to you back in the day. You were being so nice, and you had absolutely no reason to. He stood outside, thinking of your sweet voice and cute glasses, and clutched the book to his chest.
Huh. That did actually feel kinda nice.
And so he walked home like that, the entire way, with a tight hold on the book. Heâd rather die than let it get damaged now.
One of the first things he did when he got home was go to his room, sit down on his bed and open the book. On the first page, you had your name written, and it brought him right back to when he first saw you again. Something inside him feels superficial and shallow for only talking to you now that you look different, but all the circumstances were different too. Youâd both grown, matured, he just wished youâd give him more of a chance to show it.
But in a way, he supposed this was the first step to earning your trust.
Heâd spent almost the entire night reading, smiling and even chuckling at some of your annotations. He was glad there was a key at the start, so he knew which color meant what. Heâd even grabbed a dictionary from downstairs because he didnât understand some words, but was eager to learn more. Reading your comments made it feel like you were right there with him. They were funny, making him crack a grin at how outraged you could be at some of the charactersâ decisions.
He imagined your face when one of your comments mentioned youâd cried, and his heart twisted at the thought. Because he knew what you looked like when you cried, thick tears running over soft cheeks, lashes wet. Heâd be lying if he said you didnât still look pretty, but man, he was now more insistent on proving heâd changed than ever. Maybe his budding crush was helping that a little too.
A little more than a week later, heâd returned to the store you worked to return the book. Frankly speaking you werenât sure if was actually going to bring it back, let alone in the exact same condition youâd given it to him in.
âSo, what did you think?â Your face beamed a sort of excitement youâd only see when your interests were being discussed, and this was definitely one of them. Besides your boss, you never really had anyone to talk to about books. Though Steve was more of an unconventional choice, you enjoyed the conversation nonetheless.
What surprised you even more was that heâd actually read it. Like really, really read it, including your annotations and comments. It warmed your heart to know he had put actual time and effort into enjoying the whole thing, and he looked pretty cute talking about it too.
âBut the ending broke my heart, seriouslyââ
âI know, right? How could she not have forgiven him for not leaving behind the music sheets? It was clearly to help her move on!â
âUgh, I know! Man, you get it.â He laughed softly, fingers running through his chocolate colored hair.
âYeah, I guess I do.â You laughed along, the noise in your throat slowly dying out as you got a bit too caught up in the sight of him. Steve Harrington was a handsome young man, that was common knowledge. There was a reason all those girls were always swooning over him, and you hated to admit that you could see where they were coming from. But you didnât like the overly cocky, flirty side of him you knew in high school. You like this side, the soft, considerate, attentive Steve youâd been getting to know a little better.
Yeah, you were growing fond of him.Â
Which is exactly why youâd said yes to hanging out with him at the park the day after. Just âhanging outâ, in his own words. Heâd been careful not to make the same mistake he did the first time he talked to you, rather easing you into spending time with him one on one. Heâd hate to break your trust now that you were finally able to look at him with something other than anger in your eyes.
It was already quite late when the two of you met up. Youâd been busy with work, and him with helping out Dustin, so once the two you arrived at the park, it was already dark. You didnât mind, though. Less chance of other people bothering you.Â
You settled on a more secluded area, Steve had even been nice enough to bring a blanket to sit on. You were initially just going to discuss the contents of the latest book heâd borrowed from you, but you had a feeling something else was left to be said.
And he was well aware of this too.
So when you were staring up at the sky, moonlight illuminating your features in a way heâd only seen described in the books he had read, he figured he couldnât keep talking to you without clearing the air. You deserved that much.
âYou know,â he cleared his throat, âI thought about what happened a lot.â
You bring your gaze over to him, tilting your head slightly. âMy my, whatever could you mean?â You said, teasingly so. He knew you wanted him to just say it. And who was he to deny you of a justified apology.
He took a deep breath, fingers running through his locks. It had become almost a nervous tic to him.
âIâm really sorry about everything I did.â He said, in the most genuine tone he could muster. âSeriously, I-- Iâm just kind of... ashamed, really.âÂ
You could tell he was struggling to look at you, and you wondered how much thought heâd given this already.
âYou never really realize how stupid and insignificant high school shit seems until you get out in the real world, you know? Like-- none of it matters, none of that popularity, shit, and-- and I wish Iâd just realized that sooner because now--â He caught sight of your eyes and for a second, completely lost his train of thoughts. He realized he wasnât getting to the point, suddenly understanding Robinâs need to nervously ramble entirely.
âPoint is, Iâm really, really sorry for the way I treated you.â His hand inched closer to yours, itching to grab it to emphasize his point. âIâve changed a lot, and I hope thatâs become at least slightly believable.â He smiled nervously, all kinds of possible responses you could give running through his mind.
They all came to a halt when he saw you smile.
That sweet, kind smile heâd seen back in high school and avoided because of how it made him feel.
The same smile that was currently reducing him to a nervous teenage boy with a crush.
âItâs okay, Steve.â You spoke softly, and the words came as a mercy to his overbearing thoughts. Your hand moved over his, and you ran a thumb over his knuckles. His hand was soft, warm, and a little clammy from what you could only assume to be the nerves.
âIâm not gonna make you beg for my forgiveness, donât worry.â You chuckled, and his heart damn near melted at the sound. He secretly wished they could bottle whatever feeling your laugh gave him, so he could keep it with him in times of need.
âReally?â He tilted his head, brown locks falling in different ways around his face. âBecause, like-- Iâll do it. Wait--â He got up on his knees and reached besides the blanket, plucking a stray flower from the grass and kneeling in front of you. He cleared his throat in an exaggerated way, before addressing you with your name. âMy dearest, will you please forgive me for being a top shelf douchebag to you before?âÂ
You couldnât contain your laugh, feeling your face heat up at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. âSteeeeve!â You exclaimed, hands coming up to cover your face. âOkay, okay, I forgive you!â
He chuckled along with you, reaching out and gently tucking the flower behind your ear. âAlright, well--â he sat down again, now significantly closer than before, turned towards you. âwould you perhaps do me the honor of going out with you then?â
You bit your lip, pretending to think about your answer as he looked at you in anticipation. Instead of answering, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his plush lips. It was better than youâd imagined, his hand finding its way on your cheek as he melted into it. He made a soft, almost pleading noise, once you pulled away, and you swore heâd never looked prettier.Â
âSure, Iâll go out with you.â You brushed a lock of hair out of his face. âBut only because you asked so nicely.â
He grinned. âIâd hope so, after a kiss like that.â
âShut up.â You muttered, before connecting your lips again.
He would have done so either way. Because youâd officially rendered Steve Harrington speechless. And painfully in love.Â
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SUPPORT SYSTEM // Slytherin Boys
RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS
+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* When a few Gryffindors start spreading rumors that the Slytherin boys only hang around you because theyâre sharing you, youâre hesitant to share this information with them. (Slight Angst, Comedy?)
+ WARNINGS - Language, some sexual discussion (very small amount), bullying, secrets, implied fight, not proof-read (lmk if Iâve missed anything)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Sarah - Alex G
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As soon as your eyes opened that morning, you found yourself regretting even waking up. The memories of yesterday were flooding back and hitting you like a giant tidal wave, so visceral you could almost taste the salted water.
You ran a hand over your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and dreading the day. Despite the superior support system you had holding you up, you found yourself in a dilemma. The wonderful people you called your closest friends were what was plaguing you.
With each inhale, a flash of one of their faces would zip in front of you, deepening the nausea building in your stomach. You sigh. You couldnât miss anymore classes, but you felt as though leaving your bed would surely breed a recipe for disaster.
Between the relentless teasing, the names youâd been called, and everything else that had been going on this week, you felt close to giving up. The only thing that had kept you powered in even the slightest way were your friends.
A knock interrupted your thoughts. A few teasing laughs broke through the thick wooden door as you swallowed the misery rising up your throat. It wouldnât surprise you if your harrassers had decided to come knocking at your door, bringing their sneers and cruel words with them. You perked up your voice to tell the usurpers to go away when you heard a familiar shout.
The voice was lowered and joking, letting your name fall from his mouth like it was an everyday thingâwhich it was. You jumped up and tossed the comforter away from your body. You across the cold dorm floor and flung the heavy wooden door open.
On the other side stood three dark boys, all with varying smiles and warm eyes. Hot relief flooded your body as you let yourself fall into them.
Theo Nott stood dead center and caught your flailed body like a Quaffle. You wrapped your arms tightly around his lean body, missing the way he felt and the way he smelled. You couldâve melted into his body and lived there for the rest of your days if necessary.
To his right was Enzo Berkshire, the devilishly handsome and wickedly funny boy you called one of your best friends. He laughed aloud and tossed an arm around you as well, squeezing you between their bodies. You groaned slightly and the pressure. You turned your head.
âCome on, Matty, donât you want to join us?â you mumbled, your cheeks squished between the two boys on either side of you.
The last boy stood back a bit, watching you amusedly. Mattheo Riddle chuckled a bit before placing a large hand over your head and mussing your hair a bit.
âIâm good, kid, but Iâm grateful youâre feeling better,â he said, his voice genuine. Youâd always hated when he called you âkid,â as he was only a few months older than you. But, right now, you were more than happy to hear him say it.
With laughing exclamations, they all asked what you were doing and how youâve been and if you felt any better. Amongst the constant picking you were getting from some of your classmates, youâd taken a couple days away from class and the boys because you were âsick.â With white lies peppered in here and there, you explained that you were feeling much better now that they were here and that you were pretty sure youâd had some kind of stomach bug. It wasnât totally a lie as youâd felt nauseated all weekend thinking about going back to class.
âReady to go back to class?â Enzo asked, finally pulling away from you and allowing you a breath. Your stomach twisted at his words.
âYeah,â you chuckled nervously. âI guess I am.â Theo and Enzo smiled in response, but Mattheo gave you an odd look, raising one of his eyebrows suspiciously. You shook your head at him.
For the last month, a couple of your classmates had been mentioning things in passing to people around the school. A few of your other acquaintances, outside of the boys, had informed you of the rumors being spread. Awful things, mostly about the boys. Things youâd never even considered to be a possibility.
Luna, a friend of yours from Herbology, mentioned that some Gryffindor had spoken to a couple of her friends about you in Potions. The Gryffindor had said that you were only friends with the boys because you were interested in their money and status, and that the boys only kept you around because you were easy. That last part had made your stomach broil.
You had never, ever even wanted anything more than what you currently had with the boys. They were your best friendsâalmost like brothersâand there was nothing more you craved from them. Being away from them for multiple days at a time felt like you were separated from family members, not lovers. And you had never so much as mentioned their moneyâin fact, you refused to let them pay for dinner the majority of times. You hated when people paid for your things.
Needless to say, the words had hurt you deeply, and youâd begun to wonder how many other people thought these things about you.
You wondered that until you overhead someone talking about you in a class last week. Little whispers had been passing around behind you the entirety of the class anyway, but when youâd heard your name, youâd whipped around to see who had said it. And lo and behold, there sat the Gryffindor girl with her group of friends. Only, this time there were others leaning in and listening. Fellow Slytherins, no less.
âAre you talking about me?â youâd asked, your eyebrows furrowing in hurt and anger. Nervous eyes had glanced back and forth and all around until the Gryffindor girlâNancy McLaggen, youâd learned was her nameâspoke up with a cruel smirk on her lips.
âWe were just wondering if a couple rumors were true,â sheâd said, faux innocence painted on her face.
âRumors about me? What rumors?â
âWell, we all had heard from someone in Ravenclaw that youâre being passed around the Slytherin boys.â
You had nearly choked on your spit. Nancy refused to wipe the smirk off her face, and the people around you had begun to listen in as well. Expressions of shock and amusement were scattered throughout the classroom, and you couldnât handle it anymore. Youâd swiped your books together and excused yourself from the class, ignoring your teacherâs shouts to explain yourself.
And those were the events that had led you to where you currently wereâmiserable and pretending to be sick to avoid your peers. It was pathetic, but you couldnât help it. You hadnât been able to defend yourself in class last week and you were worried you wouldnât be able to defend yourself if it happened again.
And there was no way in hell you were telling the boys about this. There would be no hesitation from any of them to defend you, but that was exactly what you were worried about. If they tried to help you, it would only worsen your current condition. Everyone in school would see the action as them protecting their little sex toy.
Merlin, you were so embarrassed and hurt, you couldnât stand it. You felt nauseated again.
âActually, boys,â you started, pressing a hand to your forehead. âIâm still feeling a little sick. I might wait until next week.â
âNext week?â Theo exclaimed. âHow sick are you? Are you sure you donât need to go to the infirmary?â
âNo, Iâm fine,â you sigh. âYou go aheadââ
âNo, weâre not going anywhere!â Enzo suddenly interrupted, stepping in front of Theo. You were a bit taken aback by the sudden spike in volume.
âEn, Iâm fineââ
âNo, thereâs something very wrong, and youâre not sick.â
âGuys, please justââ
âI agree with Enzo,â Theo interrupted. You glanced desperately at Mattheo, hoping someone would stand on your side.
âSomethingâs up,â he shrugged. âYou donât even look sick, kid.â You rolled your eyes. That annoyance was back.
âI said I was fine, why canât you guys believe me?â you asked, sighing at their resilience. You wanted nothing more than to be alone.
âBecause weâve known you since you were eleven, just like youâve known us,â Theo said. âWould you just let us be if one of us was acting the way you are?â
His words gave you pause. He made a very fair point. If any of the boys standing before you was behaving as you were, youâd be concerned. You felt a bit of guilt in becoming so angry with their protectiveness. They just wanted to helpâjust as they always did.
âPlease tell us whatâs wrong,â said Enzo. You tear your eyes from theirs, finding the lines of tile in the floor.
No matter how hard you tried to ignore their pressing stares, you couldnât. You knew you needed to talk to someoneâespecially one of them. If they found out through someone else, who knew what theyâd do. You pressed a frustrated hand to your forehead. The pure shame you felt from having to tell them what youâd been hearing the last week felt almost synonymous with running through the halls of the castle naked.
âOkay,â you sighed in defeat. âLast week, Someone started passing some rumors around the schoolârumors about me.â
The boys seemed to glance between each other a few times before resuming immediate interest in your words.
âI know that there were a few girls from Gryffindor involved; Luna was the one to tell me about themâŚâ you paused for a moment, gathering what little pride you had left. âTheyâve been telling everyone that you guys have beenâŚpassing me around.â
With the last few words, you heaved a sigh of both relief and defeat and lowered your head farther into yourself. You felt nauseated and wished you could disappear.
In a breath of time, Mattheoâs knuckles clenched painfully loud as he turned on his heel and slammed the dorm door open.
âMattheo, noââ you started to shout, tossing yourself toward the door. Theo and Enzo caught you against them, blocking your path.
âGuys, stop! Let me go!â
âYou couldnât have expected us to hear that and be totally fine, could you?â Theo smirked, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You groaned and shoved away from them, backing farther into your room.
âIt doesnât matter,â you shrugged. âI didnât tell any of you who I was talking about.â
âYou said it was some Gryffindors, right?â Enzo asked.
âYes, but do you have any idea how many Gryffindors are in this castle?â
âEnough.â Theo grinned wildly, his lips spreading evilly. The two boys crossed their arms and stood resolutely in front of the door.
âHeâll never figure out who it was,â you taunted, crossing your arms. Then just below the three of you, you heard a sharp shout of rough consonants.
âWHO THE FUCK WAS TALKING ABOUT HER?â
At the sound of Mattheoâs tone, the two boys exchanged an excited glance and quickly pushed themselves through the door. As they unblocked your path, you sped toward the door.
Just as you reached the gaping threshold, they slammed the door shut right in your face. You pressed your body against the door, beating your hands on the solid wood.
âTHEODORE NOTT, LORENZO BERKSHIRE, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!â you shrieked over their mocking laughter on the other side.
Something heavy clunked against the door and acted as their replacement as their chuckling voices disappeared down the hall.
No matter how hard you banged on the doorâs solid wood, you realized you were never getting out of this unlessâ
You gasped and backed away from the door. Your wand. You could blast the door to pieces and repair it later.
With a successful smirk on your lips, you ran over to your bedside table and reached for the thin piece of material.
And just as your fingers curled around the wand, you heard a distant shout of âAccio!â Then your wand was flying out of your hand and zipping towards, then under the door.
You shrieked in anger before collapsing against your bed. You couldnât believe that was going to go any other way, considering how well you knew the boys. It was well out of your hands now.
âYouâll thank us later, darling,â Enzoâs laughing voice was heard distantly through the stone walls. It took only a second for it to be drowned out by your frustrated groans and Theoâs taunting against some unknown assailant. You just hoped they wouldnât hurt any of those students too badlyâŚsort of.
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AITA for being honest about what I would change about my boyfriend?
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Iâm a cis guy (22m) and I have a boyfriend thatâs transgender (20m). Weâve been together for 2 years.
My boyfriend is a very cute guy and he gets hit on a lot in queer spaces tbh. even by lesbians, and they fully see him as a guy. Heâs just very sweet and approachable I guess. A lot of people tell him heâs super attractive and I agree, but there are just certain things about his body that donât appeal to me.
We were at a friendâs birthday party. People got drunk, I was tipsy. We played this game that was like cards with questions about relationships/love/intimacy on them and the whole group would discuss.
One of the questions was something along the lines of "If you could change anything about your partner, what would it be?" Or whatever.
Now, I went first and said Iâd probably make him less hairy and get rid of the dark spots in his crotch area and his acne scars. He has some discoloration around his private areas from a rash he got when he was like 13 and some faint scarring from pimples I guess. Itâs not an issue, but definitely not my preference. Plus he canât really shave clean down there because he has thick hair and it always makes him get those razor burn bumps or whatever. Fine by me, heâs hot as hell either way.
Plus, he has a lot of discoloration around his shoulders, back, chest and face from severe acne outbreaks from his puberty and then later again when he started taking testosterone. Itâs calmed down a lot, but the scarring is still very prominent. Itâs not an issue, just not very pretty to look at.
Please donât get me wrong. Heâs an incredibly attractive person, I just wish his skin was a little prettier. Itâs a bit of a turnoff, thatâs all. It never stopped me from being absolutely enamored with him.
But when I explained this, a little less explicitly than this of course, the group went dead silent. Everyone was staring at me, some of the girls even clasped their hands over their mouths etc.
When I looked at my boyfriend he was completely pale and was just blankly staring at me before getting up and saying he needs to pee. I just said okay and then gave the card to the person next to me. She very quietly said sheâd take away her girlfriendâs anxiety because it hurts her to see the person she loves like that. Thatâs when it sort of dawned on me that I messed up and that I was way out of line for saying these things in front of our friends.
He apparently left soon after that, which I only found out through a friend. I was a little confused but figured he was just a little embarrassed. We donât live together, so it isnât unusual for one of us to leave before the other. But then I found out that his best friend left with him because he was sobbing and couldnât stop.
I tried calling him and texting him for multiple hours and didnât want to overstep any boundaries by just popping up at his home, so I gave up and eventually went home. That was two days ago and I still havenât heard from him. Heâs usually a very clingy and noisy person and always sends me small updates throughout the day, but I havenât heard anything from him the entire time.
Iâm so scared. I love this guy so much, heâs the sweetest and the single most interesting person Iâve ever met in my life. I know he has a lot of severe insecurity issues around his body, especially regarding his scarring. But itâs all gotten a lot better in recent months and he even began to love how hairy he is because it makes him feel euphoric.
Now I canât help but feel like I took that away from him because of some stupid game. But at the same time, I donât think it was fair for him to just up and leave without talking to me. We couldâve talked it out and I just wish he would communicate with me.
I already know I was a bit out of line for this, but I just tend to be uncomfortably honest. He knows this and loves me for it, so Iâm confused why heâs THIS upset about this one. Heâs never gone this long without talking to me.
Am I the asshole? I was just playing the game. I donât think itâs fair to call me cruel for this just because other people are scared to be honest and say shit like theyâd take away their partnerâs mental illness. Itâs so fake and that shit just pisses me off. Everyone has something they would change about their partnerâs appearance.
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you asked for fallout request, so here i am, eagerly writing thisâŚ
iâve been craving a cooper howard x reader oneshot where him and the reader are navigating through life in their own way. maybe a run in with tricky people?? angst?? fluff??? itâs up to you best friend. THANK YOU!!!
AN | Alright, letâs goooo. First go around with Cooper and we had to go with some fluff because that is my specialty. Iâve loved Fallout for a long time and I love the show tooâ¤ď¸
Pairing | Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader
Warnings | language; gun violence
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | MainÂ
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You weren't sure if you'd call yourselves friends.
More likeâŚan unwitting duo of sorts. Unwitting on your end more than anything.
You'd promised him that you absolutely didn't need company or anyone to assist you. He'd insisted that the only way he'd let you go on your own was over his dead body. You'd contemplated that idea for a few moments. Given his reputation, you decided not to push him too much.
The realization that he was a stubborn old man who wasn't going to change his mind was the only reason he was still next to you. Begrudgingly, mind you.
âHow much further, darlinâ?â His deep voice cut through your internal monologue and you shot a glare in his direction, âI'm starting to think you're not the best judge of distance.â
âIf you're just going to complain,â you pointed over your shoulder back to the last town you'd passed through, âyou're more than welcome to go back and terrorize that town. I told you that I didn't need you to come with me.â
âAnd why would I listen to you, huh?â He rolled his eyes lightly as you scoffed, âyou'd be dead before the sun went down, sweetheart.â
âSo what?â You turned on your heel, walking backwards so you could face him, âwhy do you care?! You don't even like me!â
âContrary to what you believe, I do have somewhat of a conscience,â his voice was gruff but somewhat soft, âand if I let you go and then heard that you were killed, I'd be a little annoyed.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause Iâve already saved your life once,â he so sweetly reminded you as you sighed heavily, âand I didn't just save your life so you could go and be killed by someone else.â
âAinât that sweet? Youâre a modern day prince,â you mocked his twang as his expression refused to shift. It was almost annoying how unfazed he remained the majority of the time, âI had it handled. You happened to come at an inconvenient time.â
âIf that's what helps you sleep at night,â he had to fight to hold back a laugh as you turned back around and you marched in front of him, making it a point not to look back at him. He had to be the most infuriating person you'd ever met. He'd had two hundreds years to perfect being annoying and he had done exceedingly well.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
The two of you had been traveling together for a number of days. You'd managed not to kill each other, luckily, but otherwise things had remained mostly the same. Silence, and if it wasnât silence, it'd be harsh words and fast quips.
You didn't hate him - not really. You hated the idea that anyone, let alone a man, believed that you needed help. You'd had things handled and would have kept yourself safe. He'd just happened to come fight when you were in the midst of either killing or getting killed.Â
He wasn't going to let that go anytime soon. That much you already knew about him.
âItâs cold,â you announced as the two of you made camp for the night. You pulled your jacket tighter around your frame but it was no use, âIâm cold. Can we make a fire?â
âThat, princess, is one of the many reasons you need someone out there to keep an eye on you,â if you didnât know any better, youâd almost have thought that he was being kind - nice.Â
âListen,â you sat down and leaned against one of the trees near the clearing youâd decided to call home for the evening, âI know itâs not exactly safe or the best idea, but Iâd rather do that than freeze.â
âIt ainât even that cold,â he mused, stripping off his overcoat and tossing it over to you. You made a sound of surprise, but didnât hesitate to put it on, âlife really was different for you, wasnât it? Iâd say it was almost as easy as those vaulties had it.â
âIt wasnâtâŚâ you knew he wasnât wrong. Youâd come from a place of privilege, having been born into a family with wealth, new world wealth anyway, and had it pretty easy for a surface dweller. Youâd lived in a large, well stocked and safe home with people around to do your bidding. Those were some of the perks of having a father that was some sort of merchant prince, âit wasnât like that.â
âYeah?â he rolled out his bedroll, a bitter laugh escaping him, âsounds like you had nothing to do and everything done for you.â
âI meanâŚâ you trailed off, knowing it was futile to lie to him. Heâd known your father after all; Cooper Howard was the one sent to fetch you and return you home once your father had found out youâd run away, âit wasâŚgood sometimes. There were a lot of bad times too. But I still know how to do things for myself. I could kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to. Iâve done it before.â
âHuh,â he grabbed a vial and downed it one go, his eyes never leaving your face, âguess that makes you a killer. Just. Like. Me.â
âI did what I had to do,â you swallowed thickly, blinking back tears that threatened to well up. Cooper knew that you had run away, but he didnât know the full extent of what had happened to cause you to run away, âand weâre here.â
âTell me what happened,â your eyes snapped to him as you tried to weigh his words in order to see if he was being serious or not. Heâd never really taken an interest into your personal life, but you wondered if that was because he genuinely didnât care or if heâd just created some sort of creed for himself that didnât allow him to get close to anyone, âwhat made you run away from your sweet little life, darlinâ?â
âCooper,â you wiped your hands on your thighs and shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. Youâd never really said his name before and that caught him off guard, âdoes it really matter?â
âItâs still bugginâ you, clearly,â he mirrored your position and crossed his arms over his chest, âand we ainât got nothing but time.â
You inhaled deeply before slowly exhaling and looking at the sky. You could feel his attention still focused on you, âmy father told me that there was a man I was going to marry. I told him no and he told me that I didnât have a choice. Said man found me shortly before the wedding was supposed to happen and heâŚhe tried toâŚâ
You paused for a moment, wiping away the tears that had unwittingly rolled down your cheeks. Cooperâs gaze had darkened but he was still watching; the expression on his face looked like he was ready to commit murder.
âHe didnât get a chance to do anything,â you said softly, âI killed him before he could. But he managed to get me a little bit when he was trying to fight me off. Thatâs why I had a black eye and all the bruises.â
âDarlinâ-â
âI didnât hesitate, Coop,â your expression steeled as you looked him in the eyes, âand I wonât hesitate now. A man will never tell me what to do. And I donât need anyone thinking I need someone to protect me.â
Cooper had been listening with rapt attention, his mind already thinking of the things he could do to your father. Bringing you back to him definitely wasnât one of those things. Heâd made up his mind about that almost the moment heâd met you. Youâd been sporting a black eye and cut lip, dried blood caked on your hands and arms. He was smart enough to put two and two together.
âFor what itâs worth,â he looked back at you with the gentlest expression youâd seen on him, âIâm sorry for what you had to go through. Those are not men, those are monsters.â
âAnd youâre going to bring me right back to him,â it was a question presented as a statement. You werenât entirely sure what his plan with you was; youâd been scared to ask. But he also wasnât hadnât mentioned a word of bringing you back to your father, âarenât you?â
âI ainât bringing you back,â he admitted and you couldnât keep the surprise off your face, âI never was. Iâve been around a long time, little girl. I know what your father is. I figured it was a better option for me to find you than someone else.â
âYouâre not?â you hated how small your voice sounded; how you almost sounded scared. In a way you were. Scared of going back to the place that you hated and would surely make sure you suffered, but you were also scared of forging a new path. You didnât really know where you were going or what you were going to, âreally?â
âOn one condition,â of course. You waved your hand, motioning for him to go, âyou admit that you have no clue where weâre going and weâve basically been making this hell of a trek for no real reason.â
You tried to look serious for a moment, but you couldnât help but start to laugh at how well he could already read you. Cooper was so taken aback by the soft, sweet sound that he couldnât help the smile that tugged up the corners of his mouth. When you managed to catch your breath, you looked at him and cocked your head to the side, âI have no clue where weâre going and weâve been making this hell of a trek for no real reason.â
âHonesty,â he pulled one of his knees toward his chest and drummed his fingers on it, âitâs refreshing. Youâre gonna be alright, kid.â
âThereâs a place,â you murmured after a few moments of silence, âthat my mom told me about when I was little. She made it sound like this magical place. I guess really, thatâs where I want to go.â
âI hate to break it to you,â Cooper said, âbut magical places donât really exist. They never really did.â
âI know,â you admitted softly, âit just seemed like that when I was young. She died a long time ago, but Iâd always think about that place, going there someday. She said it was west - just go west and youâll know when youâre there.â
âHmm,â he nodded and paused for a moment before getting up and grabbing some nearby sticks and bringing them to the center of the clearing. He started making a fire before you could even question him, âif it draws anything out, Iâm sure we can handle it.â
âThanks Coop,â you watched him work, an odd feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Once the fire was going, he settled down near you, âCooper?â
âHmm?â
âWe are going west, right?â your question caused him to chuckle before he reached into his pocket and pulled something small out that he passed over you. It was a small silver compass worn and weathered just like him.
âIâm sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but weâve been goinâ east for the last couple of days,â he shrugged as you groaned at yourself. At least you didnât have anywhere to be at any particular time, âhad I know weâve been searching for a magical place, I could have told you we were going the wrong way.â
âI guess Iâm not as handy as I thought,â you grumbled to yourself, clutching the compass tightly in your hand, âyou know you donât have to come, right?â
âI know,â he nodded, âyou think anyone could force me to do something against my will, you donât know me at all, sugar. Now stop your yapping and get some rest. Weâll start heading west at sunrise.â
You paused for a moment, pulling his coat tighter around you, âthanks, Coop.â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
The next couple of days of trekking passed in relative peace. The two of you were now making your way west for whatever magical place your mom had made you dream of you. You werenât sure why Cooper was still with you, but you werenât about to complain. He provided some decent company since youâd had your little heart to heart, but he owed you nothing. You werenât exactly complaining; he was the closest thing to a friend youâd had in a long time.
But, as things would have it in the wasteland, life threw a wrench in your plans. A wrench in the form of two raiders that definitely werenât looking to get chummy.Â
âUgh,â you groaned as the two figures approached from a distance. The two of you were outside of a saloon, trying to decide whether to keep pressing on for the evening or staying put and turning in. Cooper followed your line of sight and made a sign of annoyance, âwhy do I feel like theyâre going to make trouble?â
âWell, darlinâ, thatâs because theyâre about to make trouble,â he touched the brim of his hat and pulled it further down.Â
âLook who it is,â one of the men sneered at the two of you. He looked about as unfriendly as they came, âthe Ghoul of the hour and his little bounty.â
âWe heard you were having some trouble delivering her back home,â his partner came up and eyed you without shame. He looked disgusting with greasy hair and rotting teeth, a sinister expression on his face, âso we came to take over.â
âGo fuck yourself,â you spit at him, reaching for the dagger that was at your side. You felt Cooper reach for your hand and gently squeeze it in order to stop you from making any rash moves.
âWhat this charming sweetheart means is that she is not going back with you,â Cooper smirked at them, âso you can run along now.â
âFucking Ghoul,â the first man snarled at him, âyou couldnât even do your job. Turn the bitch over and weâll let you go aliveâŚor whatever the hell you are.â
âYou can go back to my father and tell him that he can go fuck himself too,â you hissed, blood boiling with sheer annoyance and anger, âand if you donât turn around right now-â
âWhat?â His voice was sticky sweet and filled with vinegar as he smiled at you; both of them had pistols in their hands and that made your stomach churn. They could easily get the jump on you, âyouâll kill me?â
âNo,â Cooper pushed you behind him and looked at them with a grin on his face. Of course heâd be enjoying this, âbut I will.â
âWhy donât you just-â but the man couldnât get another word in as the sound of the gunshot rang through the air, causing you to stumble backwards and cover your ears. A second shot rang out within seconds and you saw the other body fall to the ground.Â
It happened so fast that you couldnât help the shock that ran through your body, causing you to let you let out a loud sob. Youâd seen death before, youâd seen things much worse than before but there was something about the moment that was overwhelming.Â
Blood spattered the side of the building, causing you to dry heave as you noticed the bits of brain and bone clinging to it. Your ears were still ringing as you tried not to completely lose your grip on reality.
âHey,â you heard his voice cut through the fog and you felt his hand on your shoulders, helping to keep you steady and upright. You shifted your gaze up and found his eyes concerned, âhey.â
âI-IâŚâ you couldnât even form a proper sentence as you looked at him, âtheyâŚyou. You saved me.â
Before he could even respond, you threw your arms around him and held tightly onto him. He was taken aback for a moment before he hugged you back, and you could feel his breath of relief. There was something so good and reassuring about the feel of his arms around you.
âYou would have had it handled,â he insisted and you shook your head.Â
âNo,â you looked at him and to your surprise he gently wiped away your tears, âI couldnât have. I couldnât have saved myself this time. Thank you.â
âNo need to thank me, darlinâ,â he took your chin in his hand and kept your gaze on his, âIâll be right here if you need me.â
âI do,â you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and nodded slightly, âI do need you. Donât go.â
âThe only place Iâm going is west,â there was that smile again, the one that rarely graced his features. The same one that made your legs feel like jello, âare you cominâ?â
âYes,â you promised, âIâm coming.â
âWell then, we best get goinâ sweetheart,â he glanced over the carnage that he left behind, âbefore someone else comes to make trouble.â
He checked himself over to make sure he had everything ready to. You missed the feel of his touch almost immediately.Â
Once he made sure he had everything, he held his hand out to you.
You took it without hesitation.Â
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a lil party
you had went out with your best friend Sasha since it was her birthday and she wanted the both of you to go out together and have some fun
you both ended up finding this random party hearing lots about it from other family and friends and both plan to go.
problem was.. eren said fuck na. âren baby pleasee we wonât even be out that long câmon its her birthday.â you begged your boyfriend, eren just looked at you like you was stupid. âyou heard what i said.â and that was it⌠from him.
now what you look like listening to him??? you hit sasha up and let her know what he said, lucky for you the night of the party, he got drops to make. so you told sasha that you both will go as soonnnnnn as he walk out the door.
the night of the party you make sure you look good, you dig out your closet and find a cute black mini skirt, a red aaliyah graphic tee and some red dunks eren bought for you. oh its over
you and sasha do just as planned and make it to the party around 12 am
you and sasha had a fucking ball, you in the middle of all the circles and sasha catching it, took one too many shots and that where you end up where you at now
drunk out of your mind you and sasha sit at a booth yapping about only god knows what, you freeze when you feel your phone vibrate. youn touch that shit either you just sit there, ready to piss yourself.
you look at your call log and see you accidentally butt dialed eren. âoh fuck sasha.â âyou gotta be fucking meâ you and sasha hustle like yall playing football bumping into people trying make a touchdown (that fucking door)
you were really in no state to drive but luckily you and erens apartment isnt too far so you could take the backroads and avoid the highway (and the cops) you bid your goodbyes to sasha quickly and apologize for ruining her night (she said it was ok multiple times)
as youre driving home your phone is blowing the fuck up, texts, calls, all from eren. you answer one call âhel-â
âwhere the fuck you at y/n?â oh heâs pissed⌠youâre finished. you hear his engine in the background knowing heâs on his way to the party. you cant go out like this. âi-i went out for a second eren.â you sound sloppy as fuck panic fills your gut âwhere are you y/nâ his engine only going faster and his tone getting deeper. you say nothing pulling into the parking lot of the apartment, quickly turning off the car and running inside. âeren-â he hangs up.
you quickly take off your clothes changing into one of his hoodies and a random pair of underwear. as soon as you plop you hear your front door open and slam shut. you freeze. all that comfort you felt for that split second. gone
eren walks in the room eyes low, hair in a bun, looking dead at you. the wall look so good right about now
âyou got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself lil girl.â he start walking towards you taking his jacket off.
âlook i was with sasha and i know you told me not to go but eren it was her birthday and she really wanted me to go with herâŚâ he takes his shirt off and stands at the end of your shared bed. âso⌠sneaking out the answer? that what we doing fr y/n?â he pulls your legs pulling your body down to him. âeren! âm sorry.â he kisses you, tongue tustling with yours, you grab the back of his neck guiding him in too of you, deepening the kiss.
he pulls away just a little âif you want me to forgive you, just shut that shit up and do what i say.â he starts sliding his hands through your panties and rub his palm up and down your slit âyou wet as shit ma⌠you missed me while you was having your fun? hm?â his fingers start slowly rubbing your clit. you moan looking in his eyes âeren im sorry, mâ⌠sorryâ he slips his middle and index finger inside of you, pace switching up fast, you jump at the pleasure âfuck! sâ too muchâ you try and push his hand away but he wasnt having that.
âwhat i say? câmon ma give it ta me.â you mouth opens slightly letting out the most slutty moans, he scoffs at you, âthis loud and i aint even stick my dick in you yet.â you cum at his words, he feels you clenching damn near pushing him out.
âall fours fâme.â he demans tone deep
you turn yourself around for him arching your back just the way he likes it, he rubs on your ass before slapping it leaving a deep red handprint on you skin, you jump leaning away from him. âwhere you going bring that ass back mama.â he pulls you back by your hips. you hear him unzip his pants and throw them somewhere around yall room. he slids his tip up and down your slit before gliding his dick inside you.
you grip harshly to the sheets as he pounds into you. ângh! shit baby⌠slow go slow! i can-tâ you reach yours hands back and try and push him off âmhm..â he grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back with one of his hands. his other hand pulling your hips to meet his. âeren pleaseee.â his strokes slow down but remain deep. he pulls you up by your neck, your head meets his chest. âyoun listen this what you need. who pussy this is?â
he feels so fucking good inside you he really do belong in there âyours pa please im sorryyy.. fuck!â you feel your high coming and eren starts moving faster again â you sayinâ sorry cause you mean it? or you saying it because this dick?â he asks letting your neck go letting your top half fall back onto the bed. you shake your head âmh mh baby im sorry for reall i aint mean ta..ta break your trust daddy forgive-ďżźme, mmmm im finna..â your mouth falls open as you cum on your boyfriends dick that white ring forming around his base as he finishes inside you.
your legs fall weak as you lay on the bed worn out. eren gets a warm wash cloth from your bathroom and cleans you off âyou know thats all i wanted to hearâŚâ he says laying next to you. you turn around and rub on his chest scooting yourself closer to him. âim really sorry ren⌠i shoulda really thought âbout what i was doin.â he grins a little, he know damn well he cant stay mad at his girl⌠âcan you cook tomorrow, you should make it up fâme a. lil more.â you laugh at him.
âyeah i got you ren.â
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Stray Kids Reaction || How You Meet [Mafia Edition]
â¤Copyright: Š DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023
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TW: Mentions of violence and guns
A/N: I had so much fun writing the next lot of reactions, you have no idea!!!
CHAN:
There was something in the air today, something that was fucking up your life and you weren't enjoying it. It was as if the world had looked at you today and decided that it was your turn to have the worst luck in the history of the universe. You'd gotten fired, fallen into the canal, and got an eviction letter all in one day and yet the universe was still throwing curve balls at you since you'd just almost gotten hit by a car.
"Are you okay?!" Your friend questioned as you stood against the brick wall your head resting against the brick as you did your best to calm down your racing heart. The car had been inches away from hitting you until she pulled you away and you would have been dead if she wasn't with you. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take in some deep breaths and steady yourself a little, Your eyes scanned the road as you saw the car that almost barrelled you down pulling into the layby next to you.
"Listen! Creep! If you're going to yell at her for being in the road maybe you should drive like a normal person!" Katarina said before you could stop her, the man stared at her before disregarding her entirely and staring you down. He was almost 6 foot tall, bald and had a giant scar running down the left side of his face,
"Don't stare her down! It might work on other people but Yn here isn't going to back down, we'll sue you! You were driving over the speed limit! We could have you arrested," You put your hand on Katarina's arm trying to get her to cool her jets,
"Leave it, Kat, he didn't hit me." You begged as you shook your head, as soon as this day was over the better. All you wanted to do was go home to bed and sleep it all off like nothing had happened but you wouldn't go back to a bed, you were going back to Kat's sofa bed,
"I won't leave it! He could have killed you!" She yelled out drawing attention from those around you when you heard another car door shut, you glanced in the direction of the car to see a man making his way toward you.
"What do you want?!" Katarina yelled out making a few of the women that were watching the exchange gasp out.
"Are you okay?" The question was directed at you by the man who spoke with an Australian accent, your eyes stuck on him as you took in a small intake of breath. The man was stunning to look at, his eyes felt as though they were piercing into your soul as you stared back at him, slowly nodding.
"Are you sure? It must have scared you." The man stated as he continued to look at you, searching for any sign that you might be lying to him.
"I've told him countless times to drive the speed limit around here but he never listens," He admitted to you, though it was only partially true. When Chan needed to get somewhere he would, he didn't care who was on the roads but after seeing you so scared there was something inside of him that scared him, the aching urge to want to protect you took over his body.
"Y-Yes, fine. Just shook up," You admitted as Kat stared at you, narrowing her eyes at the man and then at you before she smirked a little. It was obvious that you were attracted to the man, though it was lost on Kat as to why since his driver had almost hit you.
"She would be better if you took her for some tea, you know, to make up for your driving almost killing her." Your eyes shot in her direction but she refused to look at you, instead, she chose to stare at the man that was apologising to you,
"Kat!" You hissed out, was she out of her mind? One second she was ready to fist fight the person who had almost hit you and now she was attempting to set you up.
"She's right, I should take you for some tea to steady your nerves. It's the least I can do," Chan said as he watched you, his eyes hadn't left your face since the moment he got out of the car and you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat.
"Text me when you're done," Kat winks at you, walking away so that you can't decline the offer of tea and you whimper a little.
"I'm Chan, it's lovely to meet you...?" He stated his name so that it wouldn't feel too weird going to get something to drink with a stranger.
"Yn." You told him as he took your hand in his and gently lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently as you felt your body warm at the whole interaction.
MINHO:
You would have to be stupid not to know who the man standing inside of the animal shelter was right now, you'd also have to be stupid to be the one serving him and yet here you were. In fairness, you'd been the only one brave enough to stay and see what Minho could have wanted in a place like this. It wasn't every day the local mafia leader walked into a cat shelter and began looking around for something.
"Could I help Mr Lee?" You quizzed walking toward him and trying to remain as calm as possible. He was alone here, no guards following him, none of his men looking out for him it was just him and it worried you. Was he going to put this place out of business? You hoped not, this was your favourite job ever and you didn't want the cats to have to suffer,
"I'm looking to adopt," He told you without looking at you, instead he was staring into the crate of a sleeping set of kittens.Â
"They were abandoned a few nights ago, I found them on my way home." You admitted,
"How could anyone ever abandon something as cute as a cat?" He sighed standing up straight and turning around to face you, you smiled up at him warmly and his breath was completely taken away from him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it as he stared down at you,
"I do have some older cats though, if you'd prefer some older cats." You suggested, pointing behind you at the countless cages that lined the walls all filled with at least one cat.
"Do you care for them all?" He questioned, taking out his phone and making sure he could have everything that needed to be done, done as soon as possible.
"Yep. I do it with the help of my workers, we want to make sure every cat has someone that would love them in their life," You smiled at yourself, it was something you'd stood by for years and always would stand by.
"What if they don't get adopted by a certain time frame?" You knew what he was asking and you hated it, you'd always hated shelters that took that option.
"They stay, as long as they need." You told him plainly, you stared him down waiting for him to ask you what he was trying to ask you properly.
"You don't..." He swallowed nervously, "You don't kill them?" He questioned and you shook your head, there was no way you could ever cause harm to another animal's life.
"I could never." He nods at you, smiling brightly as he thinks about it all.
"I wish I could take them all." He admitted and you instantly let out a giggle before slapping your hand over your mouth.
"What's so funny?" He arched a brow at you, you seemed so relaxed around him which was something he wasn't entirely used to and he was enjoying it.
"I just wouldn't expect someone of your...profession, to be so fond of cats." He eyed you up a little and let out a small chuckle. If there was anything this interaction was teaching him it was that he wanted to spend more time with you,
"There's a lot you don't know about me."Â
"I suppose." You shrugged, looking down at the clipboard as you thought about a cat that would be perfect for him. You would have preferred an elder cat go with him rather than kittens, Everyone wanted a kitten but not many people considered caring for older cats.
"Something you could get to know if you really wanted." He told you before your head shot up and you stared at him a little confused as he smirked at you.
"We'll discuss our date once the work is done," He told you before putting his phone away, once he got the confirmation that everything could be done he was ready.
"The work? Our date?" You questioned, completely shocked by both of the things he'd thrown at you.
"I'll take every cat," He said plainly as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"What? Where would you keep them all? I need to do some background checks, and house checks to make sure everything is okay for the cats." You told him but he shook his head and smiled warmly at you. He knew he would never pass a house inspection and the only answer was for them to stay here,
"They'll stay here and we'll have to make some changes."
"Changes?" You quizzed, following him as he walked through the small room you were single of.
"Yes, if we're going to let cats live here then we're going to turn this into a cattery. A huge place for them to explore, I can have my contractors here earliest by next week."
"But-" You tried to say something but he was already quick on the ball with it.
"I'll pay for everything."
"That's not what-" You were more worried about whether or not you could stay, or your workers. What did all of this even mean?
"You'll keep your job, anyone you want to stay will stay." He told you before you glared at him, he might have scared everyone else but not you.
"Do you have an answer for everything?" You asked snarkily, placing your hands on your hips,
"I don't have an answer about our date." He told you before you eyed him up,
"I won't date my employer."
"Good, because I'm not the employer. You work at the cattery where I just happen to own all of the cats," He smirked at you making your whole body burn,
"You won't give up...Will you?" He shook his head and you sighed, rolling your eyes before agreeing to the date with him. After all, it was just one date. Right?
CHANGBIN:
You clutched the strap on your bag pressing it against your chest, keeping your head down as you walked under the street lights and in plain view of the stores so that if you went missing, someone would see. You were doing everything right, you didn't have earphones in, and you kept yourself aware of your surroundings without looking anyone in the eyes. Living in a dangerous city you knew every rule that there was to keep yourself safe and you were following it all to the T.
"Hey, pretty lady!" Someone yelled from in front of you but you didn't even acknowledge it, you kept moving and ignored the way he called after you.Â
"Don't fucking ignore me! You're not better than me!" He slurred, clearly drunk and that terrified you even more. Drunk men didn't care about anything but themselves,
"Talk to me!" He yelled out, he was quickly gaining on you and you didn't want to run, if you ran it would ensure a chase and the last thing you wanted was to be sprinting and getting tired. So you headed in the direction of a local bar, the one you worked in and you knew you'd be safe there. It might have been owned by one of the scariest men in the city but it was also the safest place for women...well for everyone. Changbin would make sure everyone who worked there or even entered was protected it was one of the things you admired about the man. You were seconds away from reaching the door but none of the bouncers were on duty right now.Â
"Don't fucking run away from me!" A hand was clasped around your wrist and you were shoved roughly against the wall, you let out a small high-pitched groan and the man smirked.
"You can't go anywhere now." He told you, leaning down and looking at you as you glared at him. All you had to do was buy some time, you could eventually kick him in the dick and slide into the bar but right now it was a waiting game. Waiting for him to fuck up.
"I suggest you leave her alone before you lose your hand," A voice said from the left of you, your head turned to see Changbin staring at you with a very unimpressed look on his face.
"Leave me and my girlfriend alone," He grumbled but you looked at Changbin with pleading eyes. It was obvious this wasn't your boyfriend,
"Last I checked, Miss Yn here didn't have a boyfriend. In fact, she's due to be on stage in a few minutes." You were a little taken aback. Did he know you? You worked for him sure but that didn't mean he knew the details of your life.
"Who do you think you are?!" The man slurred, and you stared at the side of his head. How did he not know Changbin? That was neither here nor there, you took your opportunity while he was distracted to draw your knee in between his legs as he grunted letting go of you so you sprinted toward Changbin who was smirking at you impressed by you.
"Good move, beautiful." Your body flamed at the compliment coming from Changbin. This was the first time you were officially meeting him, you worked for him but the two of you had never actually spoken until tonight.
"I'll fucking kill you!" The man grunted, standing up straight as he made his way toward you but Changbin grabbed his wrist and within seconds the man's chest was pressed against the wall with his arm pinned between his shoulder blades.
"You owe the lady an apology. You already tested my patience enough tonight." Changbin told him with a small growl in his throat, the thought of someone hurting you drove him wild.
"Fuck. You." The man was released and Changbin let out a cocky smile, looking at you,
"Turn away princess, I don't want you to have to see this." You did as you were told and heard the familiar sound of a gun going off before two men moved to go to Changbin. When it was finally clear for you to turn around Changbin was smiling,
"You have tonight off, let me drive you home." You nodded as he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and made his way over to the black bently that was waiting for him.
"I'll come and get you every night from now on. I don't want anything to happen to you," He suggested as you got into the car, your eyes on him as you smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Mr. Seo," You sat down and did up the belt as Changbin smiled at you, he was going to woo you and he didn't care how long it was going to take.
"Call me Changbin, please." You nodded and smiled a little, the two of you heading in the direction of your apartment.
HYUNJIN:
Your hands graced along the paint brushes in front of you, You were trying to find some new painting supplies and the brushes you'd purchased last week weren't good for you. The bristles were falling out and staying on your paintings and you needed something better, which was how you'd ended up in one of the most expensive painting supplies shops in the city. From the moment you walked in you could feel eyes on you and it was making you completely uncomfortable, did they think you were going to try and steal from them or something?
"I recommend these." A voice said as he reached out for a boxed set of brushes, your eyes slowly looked up at him and you let out a small gasp. This man was beautiful, truly, You could barely believe your eyes as you stared at him. Seriously, was this man from a painting? You could have sworn people this beautiful only existed in paintings or fictional works.
"They're by my favourite painter and they're perfect for everything. The bristles have minimal fallout, if any, I've never seen any in my work." He told you as you continued to stare at him with your mouth hanging open a little, it was incredible just to look at him. You must have looked insane to anyone watching you so you quickly snapped from your trance,
"Thanks." You smiled looking at the price tag and your face fell a little, there was no way you'd be able to pay for these today or maybe if ever,
"I think I should look somewhere more in my price range though, âŠ2M is a little out of my sights." You laughed a little awkwardly and he chuckled a little, they were a little bit on the expensive side but they were certainly worth it.
"How about I get them for you?" He suggested making you laugh a little until you realise he was serious about it.
"Why would you do that? I couldn't pay you back."
"You could, by letting me take you to dinner." You were a little shaken up, a man was offering to buy you expensive brushes and take you out to dinner? Where were the cameras? Because you were pretty sure this was some kind of prank.
"That's very sweet but you don't know me, I don't know you." You shrugged at him, you weren't going to accept a date from someone you didn't know.
"I'm Hyunjin, there...Now you know me." He smiled warmly at you as if this was something he did all of the time and maybe it was, but this wasn't your thing. You didn't date random men from paint stores, nor did you accept gifts from them.
"For all you know, I could be some kind of serial killer." You told him making him laugh as he looked at you,
"Oh, I think I'd know about that," After all, he knew everything and everyone who lived in his city. If there was a killer on the loose he would know about it and you certainly didn't look like the type.
"Mr Hwang, your car is ready." Hyunjin nodded and smiled at the worker,
"Thank you. Please make sure my friend's paintbrushes and anything else she touches, or looks at is paid for by me." The women behind the tills nodded and you shook your head, there was no way.
"What? No." You laughed a little but it was clear he wasn't going to take no as an answer to this,
"I'll see you around," He winks at you smirking as he heads out of the small store and you look at the other workers that were glaring in your direction clearly not happy with how that had transpired.
"Do you even know who that was?" It was obvious by her tone that she was annoyed by you,
"N-No." You stuttered, watching as the man got into the back of a car and disappeared from your sight.
"Hwang Hyunjin. Good luck, he's relentless when he sees something he wants." Before you could ask what she meant she was going toward the back of the store while you looked around nervously.
JISUNG:
The storm wasn't supposed to come for hours yet, you thought you had time to quickly head out and get everything you were going to need for the power cut but clearly not. You were practically Olympic sprinting through the streets trying to find somewhere you could hide out from the lightening. You pushed yourself into a bar and the group of men all stood up and stared at you, your eyes scanned over them all as you waited for them to say something,
"S-Sorry." You coughed out, looking at them all as they all had their hands placed on the waistbands of their pants where there were guns sitting, and your eyes widened. What the fuck had you just walked into?
"Stand down. It's clear the girl is cold and wet." A voice said as you looked around at the men who slowly sat back down and their hands removed from their guns.
"Come in, can I get you a hot drink?" Your eyes landed on the man sitting at the head of the table, dressed in a sharp suit and smiling warmly at you. You knew who he was instantly and now you were starting to regret walking into this bar, you should have braved the storm. There was no way you were going to stay with Han Jisung and his men, you knew better than to try and brave out a mafia leader.
"I'll just head out-" Before you could finish your sentence you let out a scream as the thunder boomed above the bar and the lights shut off.
"Someone put the battery generators on. Make her a hot chocolate," Jisung ordered as he made his way over to you, taking your jacket off and handing it to one of his men who left with it.
"You're soaking, we should get you in some warm clothes," You looked at him as he smiled down at you, you knew who he was and you knew he was a man that wasn't meant to be trusted. A man who you'd heard horror stories about and yet he was being so kind and caring toward you right now.
"I'll be okay," You shook your head, you had no idea why he was being so nice to you and you didn't want to stick around and find out.
"Nonsense. Get her some of my clothes!" He snapped at his men and you stared at him as he sat you down in a booth, the two of you pressed close together and he smiled down at you again.
"I'm Jisung, but judging by your hasty attempt at an exit you knew that," You nodded at him and he chuckled a little shaking his head, he hated that you seemed so scared of him. The rumours about him were harsh and hardly any of them were true.
"I'm Yn...I-I heard you didn't like people bothering you so I didn't want to get into trouble." You stuttered out and a hot chocolate was placed in front of you, Jisung took your hands and placed them around the cup trying to warm you up.
"You could never get in trouble with me, drink up." He told you as you smiled a little, relaxing as he sat back in the seat and waited for his men to come with some warmer clothes for you.
"We'll get you dressed nice and warm and we can have another talk," He suggested as you nodded, thanking him for the drink in front of you and trying not to get too nervous about him or the storm that was still happening.
FELIX:
Your eyes scanned around the room as you tried to figure out why you'd been called into the office of your CEO and why you were left alone without someone watching you. All you knew was that there was a very huge man waiting at your desk this morning asking for you to follow him and now you were inside of the CEO's office bouncing your leg nervously. There was no escape, Goliath was manning the door from outside and even if you somehow got passed him there were over 50 flights of stairs to get down.
"Ah! Miss YLN, lovely to see you." Your eyes landed on your boss who had a giant smile on his face and it made you more nervous. You did everything within your power to stay hidden inside of your job, you did everything mediocre so there was no chance of getting noticed, no chance of being seen and brought up to the office. Clearly, that plan had failed you.
"Mr Russo, it's nice to see you. But, could I please ask why I'm here?" You swallowed the lump in your throat but before Dante Russo could answer you the door opened and shut again,
"Good luck," Dante whispered before practically sprinting out of the room and leaving you alone with the man who had just walked in and you knew exactly why you were there.
"Yn, I've heard a lot about you," Felix said as he smiled at you, your whole body was suddenly burning as you stared at him.
"Mr Lee." You said as you got up from the chair and shuffled your back toward the desk. If you weren't nervous before you certainly were now and with good reason. Last week you broke into Felix's bank account and you thought you'd done it successfully and undetected but you were wrong.
"Don't look so scared. I just want to talk to you." He suggested as he walked around the desk and took a seat in your boss's chair, you were quick to sit back down and watch him. Maybe it was possible he didn't know about the money. There was so much of it in the account you could be sure he wouldn't know the exact amount anyway,
"What can I do for you?" You quizzed as he looked at you, smirking a little. He enjoyed that you were trying your best to stay confident given the situation,
"What did you do with the money? I assume you didn't keep it since you still work here," Your breath caught in your throat and you eyed him up. He looked back at you, giving you no indication that he was angry or even annoyed at you for it and there was no use lying to him.
"I gave it to people more in need of it." You shrugged trying to play it off as though your heart wasn't ready to leap from your chest and run away.
"Hmm, smart." He smiled a little and let out a small sigh, something had to be done but he wasn't here to punish you. Far from it, he knew that the hacking into his system was easy and you'd been one of the best hackers so far. Hardly left a trace, the only reason you were even caught was because of the pattern of hacking, Every hacker had a signature and yours was all over his bank account.
"I don't regret it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, your security system sucks." If you were going to get killed for breaking in you were at least going to tell him the truth.
"Which is why I'm hiring you to fix it." He said plainly,
"And another thing- What?" You stared at him completely dumbfounded and he let out a laugh,
"You're one of the best, I want to get you to fix it. Fix every computer issue I have and we'll forgive this little...impass." He told you as your mouth fell open a little.
"Work for you?" You weren't sure if this was some kind of trap to lure you into a false sense of security so he could kill you or not.
"You'll be handsomely paid." He shrugged but you were still a little confused as to why he would hire someone that stole from him.
"You're offering me a job? I thought you'd kill me."
"You took less than most would have and not for selfish reasons...I'll hire you, but if anything else goes missing I won't be so lenient. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir." You nodded as his smile grew larger, it was going to be a pleasure doing business with you.
"Perfect, let's head to my car then," He smiled as he waited for you to stand and leave with him.
SEUNGMIN:
"Everyone out!" Someone bellowed before a gunshot sounded making people scream out. You clutched onto the dress you'd been trying on inside of the changing room and slid down the wall. What the fuck was going on?
"Now!" Another voice screamed, you grabbed your bag trying to search through it for your phone when the curtain was pulled back and a gun was aimed at you. Your phone dropped to the floor, shattering instantly as you bit down on your lip,
"Didn't you hear me? Out!" You looked at the man who continued to aim a gun at you, there was no way you could leave. The dress wasn't done up meaning your back was bare for everyone and if you tried to go outside there was a chance your breasts would be out for anyone to see.
"I'm barely dressed, p-please...Just let me get changed." You hated that you were begging but you weren't about to walk into the streets in a dress that wasn't done up and showed off your cleavage.Â
"No." He grumbled at you before a hand was placed on his shoulder.
"John!" A voice screamed from behind the man in front of you,
"Allow the lady to get dressed." Your eyes looked behind the giant man in front of you to see Kim Seungmin standing there. You'd heard stories about him, but you'd never seen him in person.
"Are you okay? Did he scare you?" He questioned, pushing the man out of the way and holding out a hand for you to take, you carefully took it and stood up. Your eyes stared into Seungmins as you tried to find the words to speak but you couldn't, you were too stunned by how handsome he was. The photos didn't do him any justice.
"Miss?" He questioned again once he realised you hadn't answered him.
"O-Oh...I'm okay," You stuttered looking down at the floor, kicking yourself for looking like a fool in front of him.
"You look very beautiful. Did you finish trying the dress on before you were interrupted?" Your eyes met with his once more and you shook your head,
"Spin for me," He spoke softly and you nodded, holding the fabric tightly against your chest as you turned around. One of Seungmin's hands came to rest on your hip while the other did the zip on the back of the dress until it was completely secure. Your whole body tingled and you could have sworn every hair on your body stood to attention as you caught his gaze in the mirror.
"It's stunning, this colour suits your skin tone beautifully." He told you as you nodded at him a little shy about what to say in response to him,Â
"Where will you be wearing this?" He quizzed, interested to know if it was a date you were preparing for or if he had a chance to take you out on it himself.
"Erm...I have a charity event I'm attending this week." He nods at you,
"Perfect, you'll be the most beautiful woman there." He told you before looking at the cashier,
"I'll be buying this for the young lady and anything else she'd tried on before."
"But-" You couldn't protest him as he smiled, holding your hand in his.
"Please, it's my way of saying sorry for our rude interruption. There was no need for my men to burst inside," You nodded at him and he ran his hand over your cheek a little.
"Save me a dance at the event," He whispered before leaving you staring at the place where he had once been standing, your mouth falling open again as you thought about it all.
JEONGIN:Â
"This is outrageous! I demand to know who thinks they can just walk in here and buy this place right from under me!" You slammed your hands on your desk and stared at the two brutes who had walked into your office carrying three briefcases and telling you that they were buying you out.
"Our boss would like to remain private." The shortest one said as you smirked cockily at him, There was no way you were going to lose this place. You weren't in any money troubles, the hotel was doing better than you could have expected it to after you bought it from your uncle.
"And I like to have my hotel remain in my ownership. Either you bring your pussy of a boss in here or you leave with bullet holes in your head." You took the gun from your top drawer and placed it on the desk to let them know that you were serious. You weren't a killer, but it was always nice to put on a front to anyone who thought that they could mess with you.
"I'm not a pussy, they just like to screen my business opportunities before I come in." Your eyes landed on the man standing in the doorway and you instantly regretted getting the gun out. Yang Jeongin. Never in a million years did you think he would be standing in your office.
"Mr Yang." You didn't let yourself stutter, you weren't going to show weakness in front of him.
"Out. Both of you." He snapped as the two men left the room leaving you and Jeongin alone, he made his way over to your mini bar and poured himself a drink,
"Your hotel is lovely and what my two men didn't explain is that I won't be buying it out from under you. I want to go into business with you," You eyed him up, why would someone who owns half of the city want your hotel. It was a skipping stone in his ocean,
"This place isn't worth that much. It's nothing."
"Ah, but it's everything. It's my favourite place to stay," You looked at him, you'd never have him stay with you. You would have known about it since you checked almost every standing account that you have on record. The only time you knew Jeongin had stayed was years and years ago,
"My father stayed when your uncle owned this, I remember playing in the foyer as a child. If I recall I played with a lovely young lady too and we were the best of friends."
"You remember that?" You were a little stunned. You hadn't expected him to remember someone as small on the scale as you. The two of you had been allowed to play together since his father stayed so often and you always hung out together since you were always here.
"I remember everything," He sat down in the chair that was in front of your desk and smiled.
"Now I would be happy to negotiate the price and details with you." He told you as he relaxed in the seat, taking a sip of the bourbon he'd poured for himself.
"Lovely, let's start." You took out a pen and a pad of paper ready to hash this all out with him but he chuckled and shook his head. He wasn't going to do business here, he wanted to wine and dine you first.Â
"Over dinner. Let me take you out."
"Jeognin." You rolled your eyes, ever since you were kids he'd had a crush on you and it was obvious it had stayed with him growing up.
"I do business better with food." You sighed at him but nodded your head, you knew he would only continue to ask until you agreed and free food was harmless.
"Fine. I'm free tonight. You can pick me up from here."
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Ride or Die
Yan đ˝star + Stoner Reader
Summary: After a deal gone wrong, you text your roommate for help.
[Mentions of Weed]
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Thursdays are pizza night.
It isn't much in the grander scheme of things, but to Brie it is the domesticity of the relationship blossoming between you. Not exactly just friends, yet still barely pushing the limits of the platonic bond you already shared before moving in. You've kissed him before, allowed him to sleep in your bed- Then again, the "kiss" was a conducting force for a mouthful of smoke you gave fair warning for him to prepare himself for; the night in your room being the outcome of him spitting up a lung moments later.
Brie didn't know what to do anymore.. Continue this little game of cat and mouse, praying somewhere deep down you feel the same way about him. Or move onto someone else, never able to give them the entirety of his heart because he knows a part of it will always belong to you.
"Why can't I cry anywhere else but the produce isle!" Brie bitterly whispers to himself as he swabs the corners of his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. Your sweater to be more precise. He'd rather not have a repeat of last week- That sweet lady was only trying to console him, but his face gets red as the tomatoes he used for his sauce crying over what may never be.
Whatever.
As far as Brie was aware, you didn't have a partner nor anyone you were really interested in, and you practically told each other everything. Maybe somewhere along the line, he could find happiness in this in-between stage in your relationship. Even if you weren't his partner, he still had you as a shoulder to cry on and the best roommate he could ask for.
"Get over yourself, Brie- You're going to make them the greasts pizza they've ever had, and if they haven't already fallen in love with you - they'll met someone who's a shitty cook and realize what they're missing!"
Isn't that the dream? These days, it feels like you're the only thought on his mind. He can hear your voice now.
"Brie? Brieeeee~ Pick up or I'll use your full government. Heh, you know I'm messing with you. But, seriously, pick up."
Oh. That's... your ringtone. The message was one of the first voicemails you left him when he purchased a new phone. He's missed plenty of calls from you hearing it out to completion.
"You rang, babe?"
That got a good chuckle out of you the first time. It was a total blunder on Brie's end, but you insisted he keep the nickname if he wanted to. There's no jovial air coming from your end of the line. Not even a snicker as your voice picks up over the silence.
"I need your help."
Never in your years long friendship had he heard you sound so serious before. There were glimpses - swiftly desected by your infections laughter or the change of topic, but never like this.
"I'm, I'm on my way." Brie switches his phone over to his left ear, propping it up with his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?"
"I think I killed a guy."
The line goes dead.
Brie gazes upwards at the tiled ceiling, phone slipping from his grasp as his thumb hoovers where the end call button once was. He regains his grip on the device as a text message comes in.
Its a picture of the body. Sprawled out with their arms and legs angled in different directions.
He can't catch his breath. Brie has always tried to drill it into your thick skull he'd do anything for you no matter what - and he meant it. Taking someone's life... It's unforgivable in most people's eyes. Especially the law's. If you got caught. If he lost you- What would that mean for him? The future you had together?
Racing through the aisles like a chicken without its head, Brie makes several stops on his way to the cash register. Cleaning, household goods, cutlery. He grabs items as soon as they're checked out and stuffs them into his backpack as he pays, evading his ritual of fishing through his wallet for the exact cash and change.
Brie isn't crazy enough to run red lights. He does, however, forget his seatbeat as he floors his car home; flying just beneath the legal speed limit for the area. He speeds up the tiny flight of stares leading to your apartment - bursting through the already unlocked front door.
"Babe! Baby, in here- I brought bleach, and trash bags, and- and.... These knives should be sharp enough to cut up their limbs- We can even move closer to my parents if we have to!"
Tripping over his own words and feet, Brie dumps the the contents of his backpack on the living room floor. It's then he notices how clean the floor actually is. No blood stains, no evidence of a fight. His eyes search the room, falling upon you in an unbothered state - seated on the couch next to a shivering man nervously sipping from a glass of water.
"Brie!" Standing, you make short work of the distance between you as you swarm Brie with a firm hug. "Missed you, pretty boy. You're back a little sooner than I expected not gonna lie."
Adrenaline depleting, Brie points over your shoulder at the stranger. "I thought he was..."
"He? Oh, right!- Brie, this is Nicky. Nicky, this is Brie. He came to buy some of my stash since his med card just expired and he doesn't like buying full price. Normally I would've done it elsewhere since I don't want to bring strangers into your space, but he's heading out of town once he leaves.... If he still can."
Nicky offers a timid wave to Brie, placing his cup down seconds before collapsing on the couch.
"Don't worry, he should be fine after a little nap."
Air flows freely through Brie's lungs as he clings onto you. You aren't a murderer. There isn't anything jeopardizing things between you- besides himself.
"You're such a jerk."
Pulling away from your embrace, Brie was torn between slapping or kissing you as you grin back at him. "What? Didn't actually think I killed the guy, did you?"
"Yes?! Because of your little prank I wasn't able to get everything I needed for dinner! I was ready to throw my entire life away for you! And it's all just a big joke to you!"
"Thanks, Brie."
Tension building behind his eyes, a soft kiss to his forehead keeps the tears at bay just a little longer.
"It's nice to have someone I can depend on for anything. That's rare to come by these days. If you're ever in the same situation, but for real- you know who to call."
Sniffling, Brie rests his head on your arm.
"You're damn right I do."
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Bag - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 19 - 1,009 words
Regulus stands near the entrance of the student union, staring down at his phone as his thumbs dances across the screen with rapid precision. Barty has been blowing up his phone for the past five minutes with increasingly ridiculous messages, ranging from âr u dead or smth??â to âim dying of boredom in this hellhole.â
âGet a grip,â Regulus mutters under his breath as another notification from Barty pinged onto the screen. He responds quickly, reassuring his impatient friend that heâd be there soon, though Bartyâs dramatics were beginning to grate on his nerves. He can practically picture Barty slouched over a table in the library, drumming his fingers in exaggerated impatience while Evan probably sat quietly, ignoring his antics.
Just as he finishes typing, a voice rings out sharply through the busy hallway: âLook out!â
Regulus barely has time to lift his head before a figure comes barreling toward him like a freight train. His eyes widen, and for a split second, everything seems to slow down. But there is no stopping the inevitable. The next moment, the personâs solid frame collides with his, and the impact sends Regulus sprawling backward onto the cool tiles. His phone slips from his fingers, clattering onto the floor beside him.
A sharp ache radiates through his lower back and elbows from the fall, and Regulus grimaces, his palms pressing against the ground for support as he momentarily lays there, dazed. There is a murmur of concerned voices around him, the hallway bustling with students between classes, but Regulus ignores them as he mentally assessed the damage. It isnât until he gathers himself to stand with his phone in his hand that he notices something was missing.
His tote bag.
The realization hits him like a second wave of panic. His black tote bag, the one that carries his laptop, books, andâmost importantlyâhis latest assignment, is no longer slung over his shoulder. Regulusâ gaze darts around frantically as he scans the ground around him. A wave of frustration surges in his chest. Of course, he thinks bitterly. Just my luck.
As if this day canât get any worse, a figure steps into his line of sight, holding the missing tote bag in one hand. Regulusâ eyes flickers up, ready to snarl, but the words catch in his throat. Standing there, with an awkward, sheepish smile, is none other than James Potter, the universityâs star rugby player and, unfortunately for Regulus, his brother Siriusâ obnoxiously loud best friend. His presence is both a blessing and a curseâat least he has retrieved the bag, but now Regulus had to deal with him.
Jamesâ smile is lopsided, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. âSorry about that,â he says, his voice warm and slightly breathless. âIâwell, weââ He gestures over his shoulder, and Regulus notices the group of people standing a few feet away: Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius himself, all of them looking somewhat amused by the situation. Sirius has his arms crossed, a grin playing at his lips as if this were all part of some grand joke.
Regulus scowls, his irritation flaring up again as he snatches his bag from Jamesâ hand. âYeah, whatever,â he mutters tersely, his sharp gaze darting away from James and back toward his bag as he checks for damage.
James, however, doesnât seem put off by the attitude. If anything, his grin widens, his hazel eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. âIâm James, by the way,â he says, as if Regulus hasnât just dismissed him.
âI know who you are,â Regulus snaps, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. He adjusts the strap with a little more force than necessary and begins walking toward the library, trying to put as much distance between himself and Potter as possible.
But James isnât easily deterred. He falls into step beside Regulus effortlessly, his grin now teasing. âOh, so youâve heard of me?â
Regulus shoots him an irritated glance. âThe whole school knows who you are,â he retorts, wishing Potter would take the hint and leave him alone.
James raises his eyebrows, his smirk growing more playful. âYeah, but this is different.â
Regulus stops mid-step, turning to face James with a raised brow. âHow?â
James takes a step closer, his voice dropping slightly as he answers, âBecause youâre you.â
Regulus blinks, completely thrown by the response. His brain scrambles to process the sudden shift in tone, but the confusion only deepens his frustration. âYeah, that makes no fucking sense,â he finally says, shaking his head as he turns on his heel and resumes his walk to the library.
James laughs lightly, easily falling back into step beside him. âWhere are you headed?â he asks, his tone friendly, like they are just two mates chatting after class.
âAway from you,â Regulus mutters, keeping his eyes fixed ahead.
âAw, now why would you say that, love?â Jamesâ tone is lighthearted, but the endearment makes Regulusâ stomach flip involuntarily. He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to snap back.
Before he can respond, Siriusâ voice rings out from behind them. âOi, Prongs! Stop flirting with my brother and get back here!â
Regulus and James both turn to see Sirius standing with his hands cupped around his mouth, Remus and Peter standing nearby with amused expressions. James chuckles, giving a playful salute in response. âRight, right. Iâm coming.â
He looks back at Regulus, his grin still annoyingly charming. âSee you around, Reg,â he said, his voice low and warm, and before Regulus can come up with a retort, James winks at him and jogs back to his group of friends.
Regulus stands frozen for a moment, his heart thudding annoyingly in his chest. His cheeks flushes, much to his dismay, and he scowls at the floor as he hurries the rest of the way to the library. No matter how hard he tries, though, he canât shake the lingering warmth from Jamesâ attentionâor the fluttering in his stomach that just wonât go away.
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Black Ocean
Black Ocean is a series of 8 connected oneshots happening in the same universe. Are you ready to dive in the lives of eight notorious Pirates known as Ateez?
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: Ateez members x female readers
Status: finished
A/N: I will start a taglist, so if you're interested, please comment on this post! Because this is a multi-chaptered series of oneshots, the female readers will be given names which will be used only if they get mentioned in a different members oneshot. You can read them as stand-alones, however, some happenings from previous oneshots will be mentioned here and there, so everything will be connected still. (divider)
1.Park Seonghwa
âCompass of our hearts
Summary: Park Seonghwa was an orphan. The day Captain Kim found him on the shore the only thing he had with himself in the little basket was a golden compass, his mother's name craved inside it. Seonghwa cherished it dearly and worked hard to find out where he belonged to. However, as a pirate, you make a lot of enemies and you decided to make Seonghwa yours the day you stole his compass. It was your first mistake, you messed with a feared pirate. Your second mistake was not realizing that Seonghwa would find you, and take his compass back as well. (Reader is called Kim Bora in the following oneshots.)
2.Choi Jongho
âLullaby of the seas
Summary: Choi Jongho could be described as a dreamer; he loved folklore and fairytales. His father was a sailor and often brought his son out on the sea with himself, thus they lived off of selling fish and pearls. Jongho was well raised and always kind, a very hard-working son, therefore it came as no surprise that he accepted the job offer of a mysterious pirate when his father's house got destroyed by a storm. Jongho was quiet and didnât bother others, did his job very well and secretly fantasized about meeting a mermaid one day. There was one tiny problem though, the seas they sailed had no mermaids in them, only vicious sirens out for the blood of unassuming pirates and sailors. (Reader is called Sunmi in the following oneshots.)
3.Choi San
âAn Imprisoned Nightingale
Summary: Choi San was everything you needed him to be. A hunter? Heâd hunt down anything for you. An assassin? You wanted someone dead, heâd do it. An inside man? That information you needed; heâd bring it to you. He was a mercenary. Ruthless, fearless, uncaring, unfeeling. All he dreamed of was money and power. Everyone who heard his name feared him, people stepped aside on a busy road for him, women never approached him out of fear of being captured and then sold by him. You loved singing, despite working as a waitress, you dreamed of performing on a stage one day. Your whole life you've worked hard, knowing that one day you'll be discovered and your life would change; you'd become a performer for the wealthy. And your life did change, but instead, you became a prisoner, soon to be sold off by nobody else than Choi San. (Reader is called Im Ara in the following oneshots.)
4.Kim Hongjoong
âThe Nightfury
Summary: When Captain Kim died Hongjoong was only fifteen years old. He couldn't let his father's name go in vain, he took over the ship and became the next Captain Kim, better known as The Slayer. Everyone feared Hongjoong and his crew, Ateez. Everyone except you. You met in an Inn when you both were younger and tricked him into threatening an innocent man, and then you robbed him. You thought it was funny how such a powerful and feared man was so easy to play with, so you started your little game of sabotaging Hongjoong's affairs, unknowing that you were playing with fire. Would The Nightfury or The Slayer win once their swords clashed against each other? (Reader is called Lee Yuri in the following oneshots.)
5.Jeong Yunho
âIrrevocable Love
Summary: Jeong Yunho was always protective of what was his. After his mother's death he stopped living a happy life, his father an alcoholic, his best friend was his only hope. The two of you had grown up together and you couldn't imagine living your life without Yunho, so when he tried to sneak onto the Pirate ship and leave without you, you were beyond hurt. Yunho only wanted to protect you, but he wasn't going anywhere without you. And so, the two of you joined Ateez on their adventures, starting your own love story at the same time. (Reader is called Bae Taeri in the following oneshots.)
6.Kang Yeosang
âSalty tears, agog whispers
Summary: Kang Yeosang was forced to flee from his once very familiar life as he killed his father. He didn't mean to do it, but he harmed his mother and Yeosang just couldn't sit and watch anymore. You have never had an easy life. You were sold off at a young age, then bought, then sold, then bought again and sold again. It was a neverending cycle. You were just a toy for men to use and then disregard of; you wanted to disappear. And one man almost granted your wish, he killed you, or so he thought...and so did you. But an angel, a kind-hearted man, saved you from your terrible fate. You found a family, just like he did so many years ago. Yeosang was your angel. (Reader is called Jung Hana in the following oneshots.)
7.Jung Wooyoung
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown
Summary: Jung Wooyoung was a prince. Raised to be a King one day. Except that nobody asked him if he wanted to become one, it was his duty. Wooyoung thought he'd be able to travel the world, sail out and go on adventures, however that is just not how his story was written. So, one day, when he was only thirteen years old, he decided to take the pen in his own hands and change his own story. He became a Pirate. You, you were also a princess, soon to become Queen. Your groom disappeared when the two of you were thirteen and you figured you wouldn't get married now, so there was no reason to stay at your castle and live a boring life. You ran away, living quietly and humbly. That is, until Wooyoung came stumbling through your living room door. (Reader is called Oh Haneul in the following oneshots.)
8.Song Mingi
âFine Line Of Our Worlds
Summary: Song Mingi didn't choose to become a Pirate, but after getting saved by the crew, he decided to stay. Nobody at home would miss him, they didn't like him much. However, he would miss his riches dearly, teeth always aching for gold and money. He was a little kleptomaniac, it's mostly why he was punished so often back at home. But here, with Ateez, he was free to do whatever and he loved the idea. You were also rich, very rich. You had ties to the royal family, but never said much about it since it was due to your mother's bloodline, who died giving birth to you. You were daddy's little girl, always getting whatever you wanted, never reprimanded for anything. But your life was boring, you were closed inside your mansion's walls all day long and the only people you could torment to have fun were your maids, who grew tired of your antics. Let's not forget the fact that you also loved stealing. It started out as a little talent of yours when you were just a child, but growing up you realized it became a very unconscious habit. And one night, Mingi seemed to come into your life just at the right moment, sweeping your off your feet, quite literally, and taking you onto a Pirate ship, your fates interlacing forever. (Reader is called Yoon Areum in the following oneshots.)
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