#I don’t remember his name I just call him douche

[gingeremu]

Just read the latest chapter of suitor armor and… oh my god. Oh my god!!! What do you mean??? Modeus my beloved just talk to her! Norixx baby I need you to not be a dick. Please I really like your character.

ALSO WHAT THE FUCK!!! What the fuck!

[reikook]

summary: y/n finds herself caught in a web of as she develops unexpected feelings for her brother's best friend once she comes back from uni for summer break. initial hesitation, the undeniable connection between them pulls her closer, leading to a forbidden romance that tests loyalties and boundaries.

parring: fuckboy!jk x richgirloc

warnings: jk has some anger issues.., they play tennis alott brother best friend trope, y/n brother is taehyung, situationship, secret relationship kinda?, jungkook used to fw y/ns bestie OOP, thier all rich asf smut. angst drug use. and many more to come in other chapters

“Y/n! Taehyung!” their mother said hugging them both. “it’s been so long i miss my kiddos!”

They unloaded the car quickly, and as soon as they were done, y/n picked up her suitcase and book bag and headed straight for her old bedroom.

It had calico wallpaper and a white bedroom set and not to mention it was huge. she went over to her night stand and saw a white framed picture of her as a middle schooler and she quickly put it in the drawer “ew”

Y/ns mom knocks on her door “get dressed Taehyung is inviting his friends over for dinner

Y/n groans knowing his douche friends are coming over.

“Wear something nice!” Y/n mother said leaving her be in her room. Y/n flops on her bed and sighs heavily falling to sleep from the long airplane trip.

Y/n decided to wear a black crop top and light washed blue baggy jeans with black and white converse. She went downstairs of her almost mansion and saw his friends. She already knew them but there was a new member?

He had fluffy black hair, black shirt and jorts with black sambas and tattoos going down his arm with sliver chrome hearts bracelet and a lip piercing. Holy fuck.

Y/n sneaked up back upstairs to her room and added mascara and concealer. Then went back downstairs and sat down at the neatly seat dinner table

“You have a nice home Mrs. L/n” jimin said stuffing his face with the salad. “Aw thank you sweetheart!” Her mom responded, Y/n almost cringed by her mom acting fake and nice

“Y/n can you hand me the bread please?” Taehyung butted in. She reached over and handed it to him

“So.. jungkook? Is that your name?” Jungkook nodded knowing he’s about to be questioned

“You have a lot of tattoos wow.. what did your parents say?” Y/n mom says

“Mom stop” Taehyung whispers to her

“It’s fine my parents didn’t really care about them and I like them a lot so”

Y/ns mom hummed

“And what about you y/n how’s school going? I mean they’ve been calling me alot so”

She shrugged playing with her food. This is the worst thing ever for y/n

After dinner y/n took a shower and changed into a hoodie and shorts and laid on her bed watching tiktok trying to keep her mind off that hottie. She went quickly to Instagram to find him but was quickly interrupted.

Taehyung barged in her room “yo wanna play tennis”

“Sure”

Y/n got up and put her phone on the charger and put on her tennis shoes and grabbed her racket from her closet .They both walked to the tennis court and grabbed the tennis ball

“Ready?” Taehyung yelled out

Y/n hit the ball.

“I’m gonna get a drink of water” y/n called out dropping her racket and walking out of the court and went to the clubhouse and there he was standing there with a blunt in his hand

“Oh shit” jungkook said throwing it away quickly

“I don’t care about that” y/n said filling up her water bottle”

“Wait I think i remember you” jungkook said looking at her intensely “oh shit it’s you! Weren’t you friends with what’s her name.. oh yea Elise. God she was a bitch, no offense”

“What?” Y/n said confused totally of what he just said

“Elise your friend? We dated for like a month or some shit senior year in high school

“I don’t know. I mean she’s my friend but she never told me about you

“Such a bitch..” he said looking up and getting flashbacks

“Shes coming to see me this week I think”

“Eh I don’t care I have no feelings for her anymore as long if I don’t see her dumb face”

Y/n laughed at that “when did u become friends with taehyung?”

“Like this year I was his plug then we just became friends I guess

“Taehyung smokes?”

“No edibles big baby”

Y/ns mouth formed a “o”

“Do you smoke?

“Um.. no I play tennis for my school”

“Boring. Anyway it was nice talking to you.. are u gonna get that”

Y/n looked to see her water bottle was overfilling “Oh thanks”

He walked past her and walked out of her sight. Y/n smiled to herself walking back to the court. “The fuck were you doing?” Taehyung called out

“Nothing? I said I was filling up my water bottle”

“Sureeee”

a/n: hope yall enjoyed this one pls give me feedback this is like my first story ever and this is inspired by euphoria and challengers the movie!

[louloulemons-posts]

Misunderstandings

Eddie Munson X Fem!HarringtonTwin!Reader

Summary : Eddie and Y/N have been dating in secret for months now, but what happens when Y/N can’t do it anymore?

word count : 2.6k

Warnings : Use of Y/N, angst, reader crying, couple drama, twin brother steve, supportive bestie robin, pet names, kisses, a few swears, happy ending.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Steve come on!” she shouted from the bottom of the stairs, “We’re gonna be late!”

“Alright Alright I’m coming,”

“Next time we’re taking two cars, how the hell do you make us late everytime. We still have to pick up Robs!” she sighed, pushing her brother out of the door.

“Well Robin needs to get a license!” he exclaimed getting into the passenger side of the car. “She can’t afford it, don’t be a douche.”

“Blah blah blah, can you just drive. C’mon you said we were gonna be late.”

Turning the keys, engine starting, “I will kick you out of this car and you can walk.”

“I have my own car!”

“Then use it!”

The remainder of the journey continued with the twins bickering between themselves, only halting when they arrived at Robins. Beeping the horn to let her now they were here.

“Okay get in the back,” Y/N said to her brother.

“What? Why?”

“Robins a guest, she gets front seat! She’s also my bestfriend so-”

“She was mine first!” he cut her off.

“No!”

“Yes we worked at Scoops together!”

“And what? She didn’t even like you until I said you weren’t ‘King Steve’ anymore. Now move it.”

“You’re so bossy! I think you should be the older twin,” he sighed, climbing out the car.

Robin ran out of the house, sliding her jacket on, chuckling as she saw Steve climbing into the back, grumbling as he did. “Hey Robs,” Y/N smiled at her friend as she climbed in. “What happened to 5pm?” she asked the pair.

“Well Steve decided to procrastinate until 4:30, knowing it takes him at least an hour to get ready,” she explained, pulling away from the house. Grumbling came from the back, “Steve I swear I wasn’t joking about kicking you out!”

Robin laughed at the twins, knowing it’d be an eventful journey to the movies.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“And this is why we tell them to be here 45 minutes before we actually need to be here,” Dustin explained as the trio walked through the door. “I’ll remember that next time you want picking up from Hellfire,” Steve smiled him.

“Also we’re not even the last ones here, where’s Munson?” Robin asked.

“Eddies coming?” Y/N whispered to her friend.

“Mhm, maybe it’s time to tell Steve?” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m here I’m here!” a voice yelled as Eddie Munson practically fell through the door.

“Great can we go now!” Mike complained, yanking Els hand towards the door. “I’m just gonna get something to drink. Robs you want anything?”

“Cherry Pepsi please.” Y/N hummed at her friend, walking over to the line.

“Where’s my offer?” Steve called after her.

“What do you want?” she sighed.

“Dr Pepper!”

“You’re paying me back later then.”

“I’ll help her, I want to get some snacks so,” Eddie said to the group who went ahead into the theatre.

Waiting for the people in front of her to finish ordering, Y/N felt arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzle into her neck. “Hey Princess,” Eddie smiled, kissing her neck.

“Hey Eds.” Turning to kiss his cheek, “What do you want?” she asked.

“You.”

“Oh shush,” she wiggled in his hold.

“It’s true!” he exclaimed, which made her laugh. The people in front moved out the way and Y/N smiled at the worker. “Hey, can I please get a cherry pepsi, 2 Dr Peppers and … Eds?”

“I’ll order mine,” he smiled, which she nodded awkwardly at him. “That’s everything then please.” Paying for the drinks, she slid them across the counter, “Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll bring Steves,” Eddie said.

“Oh um yeah sure, I’ll see you in there.” Grabbing her and Robins drinks she passed her ticket over to the clerk, giving them a slight smile.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

She found Robin and Steve, walking up to their row she handed Robin her drink, “Munsons bringing yours.” He nodded facing the screen.

Sitting next to Robin she sighed, “You okay?”

“Oh yeah fine, fine.”

The curly haired metal head walked in soon after, just as the movie began to play. Handing Steve his drink he sat down next to Y/N. She smiled at him, which he reciprocated, but quickly turned to face the screen.

Normally Eddie was chatty and touchy with her, they were keeping their relationship quiet but they were friends too. What if he didn’t want that anymore? Oh my god.

“Are we okay?” she whispered to the boy.

“Uh yeah? Why?” he asked, putting popcorn into his mouth. “You just seem a little off, you know you can talk to me?” He nodded, about to reply before they were shushed by Henderson.

Y/N sighed, sipping her drink, trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach and focus on the movie. Clearly she wasn’t hiding her feelings well as robin squeezed her hand. She looked up at her friend who asked, “Bathroom? You want a breather?”

The girl nodded, almost trampling Eddie as she went, followed by her best friend.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Cold water wet her face and she stood in front of the mirror, “Are you okay?” Robin asked, rubbing her shoulder gently. “I think he might want to break up. I mean come on, he won’t even look at me.”

“Hey he’s just being stupid, it’s probably just cause Steve’s here.”

“Yeah but he’s the one who wants to hide it not me! What if he’s embarrassed of me, or he’s hiding it cause he wants it to be a fling.”

“Listen to me, anyone would be lucky to have you. If he can’t see that then it’s his loss, he’s an ass. You’ve got this okay.” Y/N nodded at her, “Thanks Robs.”

“You wanna go back in? We can swap seats,” she suggested. “Would you mind?”

“Not at all, it means you can deal with your brother instead.”

“Oh goodie, lucky me,” she groaned, making them both laugh.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Walking out of the movies, the two girls walked arm in arm. “It was so bad,” she laughed. “Wasn’t even scary!” Robin exclaimed.

“All you kiddies okay getting home?” Y/N asked the younger kids.

“My moms getting me, El, Mike and Lucas. Thank you though,” Will smiled.

“Max?” she asked the redhead.

“Eddie said I could ride with him.”

“Henderson?”

“Do you mind?” He asked.

“Nah kid, let’s go.”

As she was about to leave the theatre, she felt a hand on her wrist. “Hey, what happened in there? You okay?” Eddies familiar voice spoke.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow? Wayne’s working all day so, we’d have the place to ourselves,”he smiled, pulling her closer by her waist.

Wow, she really was just a booty call. “You know what Munson, I’m gonna have to pass. I’ll see you.” She said, pulling out of his hold and walking over to her car.

“What was that all about?” Robin asked.

“Nothing,” she shrugged, starting the car and driving towards Dustin and Robins homes.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Robin and Steve were both working, but Y/N had a day off, so she was relaxing by the pool. Deciding that she wanted to spend the day by herself. Sliding into the water, she swam underneath, allowing herself to sink slightly.

Robin was right, she deserved more than to be someone’s secret, she deserved to be shown off and taken out on dates. Not just hidden away, never meeting family, a good half foot between them when friends were around.

Needing to take a breath she swam back up. Jumping slightly when she saw the familiar boy dressed in denim. “I did knock but no answer, and your car was out front so,” he explained.

Pushing herself out of the poor she squeezed out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. “Did you need something?”

“I thought you were busy today?”

“Never said that.”

“What’s going on?” He asked and she walked passed him. “You tell me.”

“What? Baby hang on a minute.”

“Don’t do that,” she sighed.

“Do what?”

“Call me that!” Y/N exclaimed, walking up the stairs and towards her bedroom.

“What I’m not allowed to call you that anymore?”

“No you’re not!”

“Well why not, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you?”

“I don’t know am I?”

“What?” Eddie shouted, “What are you talking about?”

“Well you seem to only want me as your girlfriend in private! And even then it’s like we’re fuck buddies!”

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is! You won’t even look at me around other people.”

“That’s not true!” Eddie starting shouting back.

“Yes it is! If you’re embarrassed of me just say so!”

“I-I … Y/N,” he stuttered.

“You know what just go!” she yelled.

“What?”

“Get out! If you’re so embarrassed of me, you wouldn’t want people to notice your van outside would you!”

“Embarrassed? I’m not embarrassed of you! Fuck will you let me speak!”

“Now you want to? Now you want to fix this? No I am done, get out.”

“What? Baby no-” he spoke gently.

“Get out of my house.”

She turned her back on the boy slamming the door of her bathroom and locking herself inside. Leaning against it she listened out. Footsteps pattered down the stairs and the house shook with the slam of the front door.

Unlocking her own, she ran to the window, watching him get in his van and slam his hand on the steering wheel. He sat for a few seconds, before starting it up and driving away at an unsafe speed.

Letting out a sob, her hands came up to cover her face. Wiping away her tears furiously she walked towards the bathroom to shower off.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The phone rang out, echoing through the house, “Hello?” Y/N spoke.

“Okay what the hell is going on?” Robin spoke from the other end. “What?” she asked.

“Munson is currently going through romcom movies for himself, looking like he’s just been smacked in the face.”

Y/N couldn’t help it she sniffled, “Oh no, you broke up didn’t you?”

“Robs I couldn’t do it anymore! I’m so tired of being hidden away!”

“I know, how are you holding up?”

“I don’t know. Jesus Robs, I was so ready to tell him I love him, I feel like a fool.”

“You’re not. Hey I’ll come over later, we can have a movie night, I’ll make Steve take me to the store to get snacks.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Munson,” Robin spoke, walking up to him.

“Oh Hi Robin.”

“Listen, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know cause I do. You and Y/N.”

“She told you?”

“I figured it out, you two kept making eyes at each other.” He chuckled at that.

“Yeah well not anymore. Pretty sure she hates me.”

“She doesn’t, just so you know. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you want to tell anyone you two?” she asked.

He sighed, “Robin, honestly, she’s way out of my league. I’m a freak. I’m a nerd. I’ve only just graduated highschool, and that was by the skin of my teeth. I have no money. I’m in a band. I have a shitty job.”

“Do you seriously think she cares?”

“I know she doesn’t, but she deserves the world.”

“Do you love her?” Eddie paused, putting the video he had in his hand back down, “More than anything.”

“Then that’s all that matters, now Munson, me and you are going to fix this.”

“Is there any point?”

“Eddie, I have never seen her like this over a guy. She adores you. You’re getting her back.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lay on her bed, Y/N heard knocking on her door, “Yeah?” she called out.

“It’s me, do you want dinner?” Steve asked.

She hopped up off her bed and walked to the door, opening it to come face to face with her brother.

“Woah, you okay?” he asked. She shook her head, tears filling her eyes, wrapping her arms round her brother. “Y/N hey, it’s alright. You’re okay. Stevies got you,” he shushed her, rubbing her back.

Once she calmed down a bit Steve pulled away slightly. “What’s going on?”

“Just boy stuff. I thought I meant more to him than I actually did.”

“Want me to hurt him?”

“Steve, you’ve only won one fight in your life.”

“Against a Russian soldier!” she laughed at that. “Can I ask who?”

“I don’t think you’ll be happy.”

“Oh I already know. You’re not good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell me when you were ready.”

“How long?”

“Couple months.”

“Well it doesn’t matter it’s over now.”

“I see the way he looks at you, I don’t think it is. I’m gonna order a pizza okay?” he said, to which she nodded. Pressing his lips softly to her head, he squeezed her shoulder.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Y/N can you get the door?” Steve called out.

Assuming it was the pizza she opened it quickly, but it wasn’t. “Eddie?”

“Hi, um these are for you,” he said handing her a bunch of Tulips.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came to fix this, hopefully. I want too. I will do anything I can to fix this.”

“Eddie I can’t keep being your dirty secret.”

“You’re not! Baby you’re not! You deserve the world, you’re worth so much more than me.”

“What?”

“I just, baby look at us. Look at me. Look at you. You’re worth the world and more. You deserve everything, I don’t want to let you down.”

“Eddie you mean the world to me! You are everything to me. I want you. I want us.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just got into my own head. I saw the way the guy at the movies looked at us, and I’ve seen others too,” he explained.

“Eds I want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you. I want to meet your brother as your boyfriend, I want you to meet Wayne. I want the kids to think we’re gross when we kiss in front of them.”

“Well I’d appreciate if you didn’t kiss in front of me,” Steve spoke, he was leaning on the doorframe. “You make her cry again Munson, and you’ll be at the bottom of Lovers Lake faster than you can say D&D.”

Eddie saluted Steve, “It won’t happen again.” Steve hummed and wander back to another room. “Could we start again? Please baby, I love you and I’d be a complete idiot if I didn’t try and get you back.”

“You love me?” Y/N asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah I do. So much. The thought of not being with you, of you hating me. It made me feel sick. Made me hate myself. I love you.

“I know I don’t have much, but I will give you everything I can. If you’ll let me?”

“Of course I will you idiot, I love you,” she said, taking his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. “You do?” he laughed.

“Yes!” she gave him a watery smile, “I love you more than anything Edward Munson.”

“I love you Y/N Harrington.”

When their lips almost touched, someone cleared their throat. “Uh I’m sorry to interrupt but someone owes me $20,” a girl spoke, with two pizza boxes in hand. “Oh sorry, Steve!”

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Thank you so much for reading, feel free to leave any requests 🤍

[femmefatale-tales]

Slut! ( Taylor’s version)

Warnings: so much fluff

Bucky x reader

“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”

“I hate men, I can’t stand them right now. I should’ve never went to the blind date Wanda set me up for, I should’ve known he was gonna be douche” I talked to myself as I was entering the compounds hall.

Not many people were present at the compound everyone was on missions and I tired of men, wanting to rant to my friends but since they weren’t present I was just talking to myself.

I plopped myself on the couch just staring at the ceiling. “I hate him, I hate men. I can’t even call him a man, he’s still a boy” I said to myself.

“Hey doll”, a raspy gorgeous familiar voice called me out of my trance.

Bucky.

I turned on my stomach on the couch and looked at him as he sat opposite to me on a chair looking as gorgeous as ever even with his bed hair.

“Were you talking to yourself just now?” I cringed.

“Well Wanda and Nat both are on a mission so, yeah I was kinda ranting to myself” I said smiling seeing his smile.

“You know, you can always rant to me” he spoke after a bit of a pause.

God, he was sooo…….

“Bucky I can’t rant to you about how much I hate men” I chuckled.

“Why not? I mean understand there are some douches in the world. My sister always talked with me about this stuff” he joked.

…..distracting with his pretty smile and that black sweaters hugging his biceps just enough to stop my breaths.

“Really? Are you sure?” I questioned.

“Yes doll” he assured.

“Okayyyy. Um so Wanda set me up on a blind date and she was so convincing, I couldn’t say no to her. So I went to the date today and he was 40 minutes LATE!!. And then I couldn’t even tell a bit about myself, I’m sure he might not even know my name. He was talking about himself the whole night, never pulled my chair, never walked me home which I’m kinda glad for but he wasn’t a idk he jus-

Wasn’t you.

“Wasn’t a gentleman?” Bucky finished my sentence and my heart couldn’t have beated more faster I thought.

“ yes” I spoke breathless a bit.

Did my heart always beat so fast near Bucky?.

“Doll, he didn’t deserve you. You deserve more than this”

You?

“Bucky, gentlemen like you don’t exist anymore” I scoffed.

In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.

“Im sure they do you, doll. Im sure there is a gentleman for you” he reasoned.

“Maybe”

“Im sure”

“You promise?” I joked as I stood up to leave wishing he would stop me and ask to be my gentleman.

“Yes”

“Thank you” I said as I left.

He smiled, killing my heart.

“Got love struck, went straight to my head”

“I told you sam, don’t take that cup” I heard Bucky’s voice while I entered the kitchen rubbing my eyes from woken up so early.

“God! Fine!” Sam semi shouted frustrated.

I winced.

“Why are you guys yelling at 8 in the morning???” I said

“Sorry doll” Bucky looked away a bit like he didn’t want me here.

“It’s all his fault” Sam argued.

I looked at Sam, a bit confused.

“For some reason he’s not letting me have this cup for coffee yet he’s not using it too” he complained and Bucky winced.

I was still confused and a bit hurt seeing Bucky ignore me.

“What cup??” I questioned.

“This red one” he showed me.

I couldn’t be more surprised to see my own new cup I brought the other day.

Bucky was not letting him drink in that cup cause it’s mine? Does he even know? Or is he just messing with Sam?

My head felt a bit fuzzy.

“Um that’s my cup” I confirmed trying not to smile but I knew the blush was creeping up in my cheeks.

A realisation dawned on sam’s face as he spoke “Oh it is…..”

He started chuckling

“We’ll enjoy your cup DOLL” he exasperated.

But I couldn’t stop looking at Bucky and never realised Sam left.

Bucky poured coffee in my cup.

He walked towards me to hand me the cup with a sheepish smile on his face.

I couldn’t breath.

“I remember you said your day always goes bad when you don’t have your cup sooo..” he handed me the coffee.

Oh god.

“Enjoy your coffee doll” he whispered in my ear.

And I, got love struck, went straight to my head.

Got love sick all over my bed.

“My head hurts” I stated as I layed on my bed.

Wanda and Nat laying besides me. It was the peak of girls night and I couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky, it was making my head hurt and the alcohol in my system didn’t help.

“I like him so much, I feel sick” I said.

I told them everything that happened between me and Bucky and how I was starting to catch feelings.

“Tell him then” nat said and Wanda hummed in agreement.

“I can’t, he sees my as a friend. He won’t like me back”

No one responded.

I looked at them and they had fallen asleep.

I kept thinking about him.

And just like that, the more I thought about him…

I got love sick all over my bed.

I never slept that night.

“Love to think you’ll never forget. We’ll pay the price I guess”

“Tony! Why is tonight’s party a Date party??? Why is a date compulsory?” I complained.

“Let me guess, you don’t have one?” He said smugly.

Yes.

“No, I do” I lied.

“Then bring him”

That asshole.

I left.

Did Bucky have a date? Was he going? Will he ask why I didn’t come? Will he even remember?

I- love to think he’ll never forget.

I didn’t see him coming when I bumped into him.

“Hey doll” he smiled.

I looked up. Swallowing the words on tongue.

“Hey” I said as I backed up a bit for my own sanity.

“You going to the party tonight?”

He asked and my heart jumped.

“No, not really. I don’t have a date”

“Really?”

“Um yeah” I said embarrassed.

“Come with me then” I looked at him wide eyed suprised, my throat dry.

“What?”

“Come with me doll” he repeated smiling.

“Um didn’t tony say “no teammates as dates” in the invitation?” I asked breathless.

“We’ll pay the price, I guess” he shrugged.

“I’ll get ready then” I smiled like I had never ever felt happiness before.

“Me too, gotta get ready for my lady” he kissed my cheek and left.

I was frozen on spot. But I ran to my room as soon as I was out of my trance. Giggling like a school girl.

“But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once.

I was scared. Was I dressed to slutty? Is this too much? What if Bucky doesn’t like?

That’s all I thought while I walked to his room in a black dress I thought looked too slutty.

The dress is was gorgeous but something got into my head.

I knocked on his door. What if he thinks I’m a slut? What if he thinks I’m stupid to ask hi-

He opened the door. In all his glory wearing a white shirt tucked in black pants, with his hair slick back and I forgot everything.

“Hey, gorgeous” he said.

I couldn’t comprehend that HE called me gorgeous.

“Hey” I say sheepishly looking up at him.

“You look breathtaking” he complimented making me breathless again.

“You think so?” I questioned.

“Doll, I have never seen someone as gorgeous and beautiful as you” he confessed.

I couldn’t believe him.

“Bucky, you’ve seen so many woman in you life, don’t lie”

“That’s right I have, so shouldn’t it speak volumes when I say you are the most gorgeous and beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” He tucked my chin upwards making me look at him.

I got so lost in his eyes.

“What if people look at us weird?” I asked.

“If you’re all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us” he smiled looking at me, still so close as ever.

I couldn’t help but smile looking at him.

“What if people think the dress is too slutty? What if they call me a slut ?” I questioned again.

“Then we won’t leave until I punch them in the face, and who cares about people. I don’t think the dress is slutty, You look perfect” he replied and reassured me again.

He’s right. Why would I care about others with him by my side. Who cares right?

Right.

“Let’s go doll” he took his blazer.

“I’m ready for our date” he stated smiling as he took my hand in his and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“Bucky” I stoped at the door.

“Yes?”

“I want to tell you, I really enjoyed tonight incase I forget later, And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once” I told him smiling my biggest.

He kissed me, on the lips this time.

“But I’ll still punch anyone in face who does” he said as he held my flushed smiley face against his breathless smiley face.

[sturniozo]

In The Shadows III

Masterlist

The plane ride was filled with silence. I had nothing to say to Matt and he had nothing to say to me. It was that simple so we stayed quiet.

I walk to the car waiting for us, Matt walking right behind me. I text my dad telling him we landed and are now headed towards the house.

My dad sends a thumbs up in reply. It makes me laugh, it’s so like a dad to send a thumbs up instead of a real message. I shake my head and put my phone in my pocket.

“What’s so funny?” Matt asks me as we get into the backseat of the car together.

“None of your business.” I say to him with a glare.

Matt rolls his eyes. “We’re going to have to get along, you know.”

I shake my head. “Plenty of married couples don’t get along. It’s a whole thing.”

“We’re supposed to be newlyweds. We’re still in the honeymoon phase, madly in love and fucking like rabbits.” Matt smirks at me.

“Yeah, like I’d ever let you touch me.”

“I remember a time when you would. When you would beg for me to touch you.” Matt says as his hand reaches for my thigh.

I recoil away. “That was before I found out you were a total douche-bag.”

Matt laughs and pulls his hand away. “What did I ever do that made you hate me so much?”

“You know exactly what you did.”

“I really don’t, love.” He reply’s.

I just sigh and look out the window. Going up the hill to the mini-mansion my father had acquired for our cover.

~

“But, where are you going then?” I ask as I pack up my training gear.

“Hampton’s company.” Matt says calmly.

“Hampton?” I ask. I freeze in place. The name sounds so familiar. Like a name from a story I was told when I was just a little girl.

“Yeah, they had an opening.” Matt says, snapping me out of my trance.

“What’s wrong with this company?”

“Nothing, it’s just a little small with its contacts. I want to do something more than petty hits.” Matt swings his bag over his shoulder.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” I say as I zip up my bag.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. I’ll still be on call for any hits your father would like me to do. You haven’t seen the last of me.”

~

The car pulls up to the villas drive way. There’s a movers truck right outside with people already moving in furniture into the house.

I unbuckle my seatbelt but before I can open the door Matt already has it open for me. “Ready, Mrs. Sturniolo?” He asks as he holds out his hand for me.

I take a breath and put on a fake loving face as I take his hand. “I’m ready, baby.” I say as I step out of the car.

I hold his hand in mine as we walk to the house. We open the front door to see many people walking around putting furniture where they think it belongs.

I hate being rude for my cover, but it has to be done. “Don’t put that there, the couch belongs by the window, for the best sunlight reading.” I let go of Matt’s hand to order the movers around, telling them where to put the furniture.

Matt stands by the door with his arms crossed, watching me. He smirks and leans against the wall.

“Are you going to help?” I ask him.

“I’m just admiring you, dear.” He says as he walks over to me. He wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head. “I think the end table should go next to the couch, and put the short lamp on the table.” Matt says.

I nod. “The end table, no the other one. Put that there at the side of the couch.” I point. “Now put that lamp on the table.”

Matt grips my hip and turns me around to face him, his lips inches from mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper to him so the movers can’t hear.

“You’re my wife aren’t you?” He says as he presses his lips to mine.

We pull apart. “Not here!” I say. “Not now, not in front of the movers!”

“I didn’t like the way they were looking at you, I wanted them to know you’re mine.” He says back. I roll my eyes and pull away from him fully.

The day goes on. After what felt like hours all the furniture was finally in the house and in the places I had asked them to be.

I collapse on the couch, closing my eyes as I sink into the cushions. Matt sits next to me and wraps an arm around me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Holding my wife.” He says, pulling me back to him.

“You don’t have to keep this up when there is no one here.” I try to pull away again.

“The best assassins keep up their cover even in private.” He tells me again. I shake my head and sit up.

“The best assassins don’t have to be paired up with you.” I tell him.

“Yeah, but you do.”

There’s a pause before I sigh. “You’re so insufferable.” I mumble.

“Really, what did I do?” Matt asks. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

I stand up from the couch. “I’m exhausted, Matt.” I say. “How many bedrooms does this house have?”

Matt leans back on the couch, spreading his body out. “A few. Why, you don’t want to share a bed with your husband?”

“God no.” I turn around and begin to walk to the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Matt asks.

“To get first pick of the bedrooms, what else.” I say before darting upstairs.

Matt quickly jumps from the couch and runs behind me. I check out the last room in the hallway, it’s the best guess on where the master bedroom would be. And I’m right. A huge bedroom, complete with a nice large closet and a fireplace, and its own bathroom. I smile and lock the door behind me. I take off my shoes and flop on the bed.

Matt bangs on my door. “Y/n! Y/n, open the door!” He yells.

“I can’t hear you, I’m asleep!” I yell back as I start to get under the covers and shut the lamp off.

“I can’t just sleep in another bed. You’re supposed to be my wife.”

“Tough.” I shout back. “I’m not sleeping with you, for any reason, ever.”

Matt’s silent for a while before he finally gives in. “I’ll sleep in the guest room, but you better set an alarm for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” I ask.

“The party.”

“What party?”

“What do you mean ‘what party?’” Matt laughs. “We’re the new ‘rich’ couple in this part of a very wealthy town. We’re throwing a housewarming party and getting to know the neighbors.”

“You didn’t go over this with me.” I get up from the bed.

“It’s a good strategy to get to know the locals.” Matt says as I reach the door. I put my hand on the knob but quickly take it off.

“What time should I set my alarm for?” I ask.

“Around six, maybe seven.” Matt pauses and I head back for the bed. “Goodnight, y/n.” He says.

I get back into bed. “Goodnight Matt.”

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[bones4thecats]

The Earring Of A Mother

Type of Writing: Pre-Prompted Name: The Earring Of A Mother Characters: Broly (ft. Paragus, Cheelai and Lemo) Prompt-Maker: @cahirathegoldendrake

A/N: Broly's past may not be fully correct here, but this is an AU so… it’s whatever I guess! Also, screw Paragus, he's a douche and I'm glad Frieza killed him. Sorry Paragus fans. Anyways, enjoy!

P.S: The Reader is a fictional species I made called 'the Eraton', who are pretty much a Saiyan just with the ability to become a salamander instead of an ape. They also look kinda like Frieza's race because of their tail and whatnot.

⚠️ TW: Mentions of murder, death, abandonment, Paragus and blood ⚠️

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Female-Alien! Reader ; Raising Broly Until Paragus Arrived

🗡️ As the last remaining member of your species, the Eratons, you had an extreme amount of survival instincts, which did help your survived the numerous amount of beats that lived on this planet, such as the Vampa Beetles

🗡️ Because of the lack of speakers, you were shocked to hear someone talking

🗡️ It sounded like a young boy, but you had no children, due to there being no one to procreate with. He must either be traveling with his family, so he'd possibly be a Namekian, or he was just lost, how sad

🗡️ You could hear small sniffs and coughs, and you just sighed and jumped up from your front door of your home, which was dug into the side of one of the larger craters on this planet. Afterwards, you wrapped your thick cape behind you, which protected your skin from the chemicals to your tail's skin that littered around your home to protect you

🗡️ You caught sight of smoke, probably from a crashed pod, and began heading towards it

🗡️ Thankfully, your kind had amazing hearing, smell, and sight through this damned air

" H-hello? "

🗡️ Stepping out of the fog, you noticed that the boy was carrying something, so you sent your long tail and grabbed it, before checking it and just handing it back to the confused-yet-stoic looking boy

🗡️ You looked over him and saw that he had a ape's tail. So he was a Saiyan, interesting. You hadn't seen any for years

" Saiyan-boy, what is your name? " " Broly… I think… " " Well then, Broly. Where is your father or mother? " " I'm not sure. "

🗡️ Sighing in annoyance, the sound of water moving slightly and pointy claw-like feet hitting the ground made your eyes widen and caused you to lunge at the boy, grabbing him and sending a large attack towards the Vampa Beetle, causing it to burst and die

🗡️ Looking down at the young Saiyan, you saw that he looked slightly beat-up, how saddening

" How did you get those injuries, Broly? " " I looked at that moon, and then I remembered darkness before seeing a beaten land. "

🗡️ Humming as you thought of the risks of keeping a Saiyan within your home, you looked around and into the sky, seeing that the moon had faded away. So, once you saw that he was nervous himself, you offered your hand

🗡️ Broly looked at you in shock. You were willing to take him in?

" C'mon, I don’t have all day. Who knows if those damned beetles wanna get revenge for the death of their comrade. "

🗡️ Nodding and holding his hands up to you in a grabby-pose, you groaned and leaned down to grip underneath his arms, before lifting him up and sitting him on your forearm while your other wrapped up his back with your hand laying behind his head

" Hold on, kiddo. "

~

🗡️ After a few days of him staying with you on Planet Vampa, Broly showed signs of extreme power, which proved useful with living on this horrible planet

🗡️ Hunting those beetles became easier with his help. And since he proved a good amount of bravery, you decided to have him come by and meet one of your only allies on this planet

🗡️ Broly smiled and laughed as he sat on your shoulders, the only sounds being his giggles, your footsteps, the light wind, and slight water movement

🗡️ You had mentioned the day before that you had a surprise for him, and he was beyond amped up to find out what his mother was hiding from him. Maybe it was a new kind of food!

" Alright Broly, we’re here. "

🗡️ His giggles subsided as you picked him up and allowed him to hold onto your arm before dropping to the ground with amazing form

" Stay here while I go grab their attention, okay? " " Okay, Mom! "

🗡️ You stepped away and got closer to the water before clearing your throat and yelling the beast's name at full-throttle

" Ba! Come out! I have someone you should meet! "

🗡️ The waters moved suddenly as Broly ran up to you and hugged your legs for dear life in an attempt to protect you

🗡️ A large green and fluffy beast erupted from the water-hole around you, before roaring and looking down at you with a large smile plastered on it's rounded-out face

🗡️ You smiled gently and  motioned for Broly to step out from behind you, and seeing that the beast posed no threat to you or himself, the young Saiyan looked up at the large worm-like monster and he raised his hand as a sign of him not willing to harm him

" Broly, this is Ba. Ba, this is Broly. "

🗡️ Ba leaned his head down and Broly caught the scent of Vampa Beetles on his breath, making him smile and motion for you to pick him up, which you did and laid him on your shoulders so he could pet Ba

🗡️ This was definitely the start of something beautiful in your book

~

" Mom! I found this guy outside! He said he was my Father! Isn't that cool? Dad's here! " " Your father? Let me see. "

🗡️ Broly smiled and dragged you outside with him, which is when you came across another crashed pod, this one just a mile or so away from Broly's, and the way this guy looked made your suspicions raise

🗡️ He looked kind but you could see that in his eyes he was hiding something big

" Dad! This is the lady I was talking about! She raised me and taught me how to hunt and everything! " " Is that right…? How… lovely. "

🗡️ You narrowed your eyes as you caught a shine behind this man's back

" My name is Paragus of the Saiyan Race. It is quite a pleasure to meet you…? " " Y/N L/N of the now deceased Eraton Race. "

🗡️ Paragus nodded and shook your hand, before looking down at Broly and patting his head. He then looked at you and saw how your amphibian-tail stayed still, occasionally whipping behind you whenever he laid a hand near or on his son

🗡️ This guy was far from pure good news

~

🗡️ He had seen where Ba lived, and he was seemingly annoyed with the fact that his son had two sparring partners. As a Saiyan, they're known for being prideful and fairly arrogant, so why were you shocked?

🗡️ Well, seeing him hold up a beetle's sharp end of their leg to your back said enough on why you were shocked

" I don't understand how you could make my son so damn soft while living on this wasteland! " " He's a young boy, Paragus! Being carefree and young is what a child does best! " " Shut up! My son doesn't need someone like you raising him. He needs his father, not some soft-spoken, Frieza-like buffoon. " " Dad? What are you doing? " " What's best for you. "

🗡️ Lifting the sharp ligament, Paragus thrashed it downwards as you yelled for Broly to look away, he had already cut off Ba's one ear and now he was going to kill you… the boy didn't need that kind of grief

🗡️ But, it was far to late…

~

" Your Father killed her? But why…? " " He deemed her far too weak to raise me into a fitting warrior. " " How absurd. " " How disgusting! "

🗡️ The Saiyan looked at the green-skinned and orange-skinned warriors and sighed, his chest moving up and down with his breath

" I have only one thing left of her now. " " That being? " " This. "

🗡️ Moving his large black mass of hair back behind his ear, a small cling of glass hitting metal came through the air and into the ears of his friends

🗡️ There hanging from his ear was an earring. It was rectangular with a liquid-like-dust inside of it, which made the two awe while it shimmered in the light that came from the passing stars

" An earring? "

🗡️ He nodded and began saying how much it was worn, it would never come off until the day that he watched the familiar yellow blood hit the ground and cover his father's boots

" Wait! Isn't that earring yellow? " " It is. " " Woah! Is it like her ashes or something? " " You're right. My father burned her body and put it in a container that she had. There she stayed until I found a way to put the ashes in this. She's been here for years now. "

🗡️ The two nodded as Broly messed lightly with the earring with such a tender touch

I miss you, Mother…

I’ll always be with you, my son. I love you, Broly.

And I love you, Mother.

[holylulusworld]

Designed by pain (2)

Summary: Broken hearts are hard to put back together. 8 years ago, Dean lost something he didn’t even know he had in the first place. Will he get a second chance?

Pairing: former AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Arthur Ketch x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, implied break-up, time jumps, strong reader, Dean being a douche (implied), unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This was an alternative idea for the first chapter of my Bucky story: Monster-in-law masterlist. I decided to use it for a story with Dean.

Designed by pain masterlist

Designed by pain (1)

Three months later, London 

London in spring was less exciting than you thought. If you explored most of the well-known tourist attractions, it was a place like all the ones you lived in before.

Well, it was a little more British, and they had better tea. Okay, they had the best tea you ever drank outside of Japan. But you couldn’t feel more than resentment against London.

It wasn’t its fault. If you had come here before Dean broke your heart, you would’ve fallen in love with the non-touristic places you discovered on your walks through town.

Like the sweet little bakery called the Dusty Knuckle. You chuckled at the name and were about to call Dean to tell him about it. He would’ve laughed and you would’ve laughed…together soon enough.

That was until you realized that you forgot about reality and the situation you are in. 

Well, he would laugh getting to know you signed up for one of their bread-making classes to distract yourself from your messed up feelings.

“How do you like your new office?” Arthur brings you out of your thoughts. Over the last months, he became a confidant. He helped you find the perfect home for you and your baby and made sure that you at least forget about your heartbreak for a while.

Having a man not trying to get into your pants around was refreshing. Arthur tried to be a friend, not your boss. “It’s perfect,” you smile up at him before you turn your attention back toward the newest design. “I like the new design of the car.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Arthur chuckles. “Just like I knew you’d be perfect for this position. I wanted someone with the same passion for cars I share.”

You focus on your laptop and try not to cringe. Dean was the one waking the passion for cars deep within you. You still prefer classic cars, but you want to help build cars for the future.

“Thank you, for everything, Arthur,” you drop your eyes to your middle, wincing as you think about Dean again. He doesn’t deserve one single thought, but it isn’t easy to forget about the love of your life.

“I told you before, there is no need to thank me for hiring you,” Arthur pats your shoulder. “We work together like a well-oiled machine. I have to thank you.”

At the same time, Dean’s office, …

“Dean, I don’t get why you won’t try to find Y/N. She just upped and left that night. I heard her crying in your shared room, but she wouldn’t open the door.”

“She just upped and left, that’s right,” Dean snaps at his younger brother. “He rises from his seat to glare at Sam. “She left her ring on the bed! No note, no reason why. This told me everything I needed to know.”

“Just saying, that’s not her. Y/N would never do such a thing,” Sam interjects. “You know her better than me, but Y/N once told me that she hates unfinished business. She would’ve talked things out if you only gave her a chance!”

“Why are you so interested in my love life?” Dean snaps at his brother. “Y/N left and that’s that. Whatever we had is over.”

“Whatever you had?” Sam huffs and shakes his head. “You wanted to marry her, Dean. Dean Winchester wanted to settle down and have a family. If not for your mishap at the party, you’d be happy with her.”

“Mishap?” Dean splutters. “I don’t remember much of that night. I got a little drunk to find the guts to tell Mom and Dad about my engagement. Maybe I talked a little bit too long with Lisa. That’s all!”

“You ignored your fiancé for your ex-girlfriend, Dean,” Sam makes a face. He can’t fathom that his brother believes he wasn’t in the wrong that night. “You could’ve been happy with Y/N if not for your self-manipulative behavior. We both know you did this on purpose to make Y/N leave you.”

“What?” Dean gasps.

“Y/N was the best thing ever happening to you and you got scared again. So, you allowed Lisa Braeden to be all over you. No woman will stay by your side if she feels unwanted.”

“Leave me alone,” Dean grunts. “It’s over for good. I wouldn’t know where to look for her either way.”

“I can call a friend. He’s a private investigator and could easily find Y/N,” Sam tries one last time to make his brother see that he should do anything to get you back. “Dean don’t lose her out of stubbornness. You were in the wrong.”

“She could’ve stayed and talked to me. Just give up,” Dean drops his eyes to the little black box on his desk. “I did when I woke up to an empty bed, her ring in my hand.”

“I hope Mother is happy now,” Sam snaps at his brother. “She always wanted you to settle for Lisa Braeden, the woman breaking your heart.”

“Sammy,” Dean swallows thickly. “She was my fiancé, not yours. Stay out of my business.” He says instead of asking Sam to help him. Dean is too proud to admit that he’s missing you like hell.

If only he knew why you didn’t even leave a note…

Part 3

[sockmeat]

What are y’all’s thoughts on Crimson from HB?? Like obviously he’a a piece of shit, but there is literally so much potential for dark content my mind is BUZZING

I HAVE SOME IDEAS... ok i only have 2 (just a warning, they’re a little dark)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

THE FIRST ONE: The reader is Moxxie’s little sister. When Moxxie goes to jail and chooses to stay away from his hometown and family, he forgets one thing--his little sister.     Ever since Moxxie left, Crimson has been telling reader how much Moxxie hates her, how much he hates the family, how much he wanted to get away from her.

    So, reasonably, the reader grows to resent Moxxie. Occasionally, she’ll think about what life outside of the mansion is like. She’ll remember how Moxxie treated her, how he made sure she was never around for Crimson’s fits, and wonder if he doesn’t actually hate her.

    Crimson has gotten good at spotting when this happens: she’s less willing to listen to his commands, she’s always spacing out, and always looking at Moxxie’s empty room. He’s always quick to snip that hesitance in the bud and warp her perspective of her dear older brother. She’s always been a daddy’s girl (and hasn’t really had a taste of a healthy relationship), so she believes him.

    When the IMP is called over to the mansion, Crimson doesn’t tell the reader that Moxxie is there. He is fiercely protective of her and knows Moxxie would try to save her.

    Crimson’s reason for inviting Moxxie doesn’t change. He wants Moxxie to marry Chazwick. However, this time, Crimson does have a back-up plan: if Crimson is unable to marry Chazwick, for whatever reason, the reader will marry him instead.

    I haven’t quite decided how Moxxie and the reader will reunite, but I don’t want it to be too soon. Maybe she’s attracted to the commotion Millie causes and enters the wedding and barely sees Moxxie before he’s swooped off.

THE SECOND IDEA: The reader is Moxxie’s mother and Crimson’s wife. She basically replaces the actual character. Unfortunately for her, she has a bit of a savior complex so she aims to try and help Crimson’s state of mind.

    They met before Moxxie was conceived. Her family is a part of a smaller chain of the mafia and basically relies on the (wtf is their last name??) family to keep their connections and stay out of debt.

    The reader’s and Crimsons’ marriage was arranged. It was decided since before they were born that the oldest of their families, which happened to be them, would wed and have an heir.

    Unfortunately for the reader, both families have a pretty sexist point of view. They believe the women should serve their husbands and make sure the children are spoken for. Among the long list of no-no’s, she isn’t allowed to raise a fist to Crimson. She hasn’t been taught basic self defense to ensure she doesn’t break this rule.

    At first, Crimson is very clear about his hatred for her. Though, since he’s so adamant about not disrespecting the family, he only expresses it when they’re behind closed doors.

    The reader still tries despite how he treats her. She’s determined to live a normal life, and if that means risking it to get closer to Crimson, so be it. It’s all or nothing.

    The reader’s story is a bit like the ugly duckling. Until her mid-teen years, she has no idea how to dress, pose, or look flattering at all. Crimson continues to be rude and unforgiving until she gets her glow-up.

    That’s when he starts to notice her more. How she doesn’t raise her voice at him no matter what he does to pester her, how she somehow finds a reason to forgive him despite everything, how her boobs have grown since they were kids--

    Yeah, he pretty much jumps her bones whenever he gets the opportunity. Moxxie is born and the reader stops trying to please Crimson 24/7 to take care and nurture Moxxie.

That’s about as far as I got on that...

I do wanna write these, but I’m not sure how big the Crimson Simps(TM) sections will go considering he’s a douche bag

Let me know!

[wannab-urs]

Build Me Up Buttercup | Ch. 5

You never call, baby, when you say you will

Summary: A party. A rescue. A conversation.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Frat parties come with their own warning. Frat boy getting handsy. Mentions of death. Grief. Angst. Reader is dumb. Joel being vulnerable as hell.

A/N: I struggled really hard with this chapter. I'm still not sure if I love it, but it tells the story I wanted to tell. This will be the second to last chapter, I think. Thanks for reading babies, I love you all! Also I'm aware it's the middle of the night, but if I don't post this rn I'll delete it lmao.

Frat parties are objectively the worst place to be on a Friday night. There’s loud, shitty music being blasted over a stereo system some asshole’s dad bought for them. There’s about 100 people crammed into a space made to house three or four at the most. And there’s the douchebag pressed into your side, yelling in your ear about football or something. 

Em and Coop convinced you to go out after you filled them in on the Professor Joel tea. Coop told you she thought it seemed too good to be true. Em suggested the frat party, and subsequently a frat boy, as a way to get him off your mind. Neither one of them were anywhere to be found now. They weren’t usually ones to ditch you, so you assume they really wanted you to go home with someone tonight. 

“Are you even listening to me?” the aforementioned douche yells in your ear. He’s tall and broad and you may have even found him attractive once upon a time. He’s not really your type anymore.

“No. Not really,” you yell back over the music. He moves in closer to you, crowding you against the wall.

“That’s alright baby, we don’t have to talk,” and he crashes his mouth into yours. You push against his chest, trying to get him away from you, but he doesn’t budge. His hand slips under your tank top and you drop your shoulder into him and shove him away from you. 

“Fuck you, dude!” you scream at him, getting stares from several people near you. You storm out of the room, hearing him call out “Fucking bitch!” at your back. 

The sea of drunk people grinding on each other makes the door hard to reach, and you can feel panic clawing at your throat as you shove through the crowd. Tears well up in your eyes, making it hard to see, and you’re so overwhelmed by the noise and the people all around you that you can’t catch your breath. 

Finally, you make it to the door and burst outside as a sob rips from your throat. The smokers on the porch eye you warily, but no one bothers you as you make your way to the side of the house. You lean against the siding and drop to the ground, pulling out your phone. 

You have a couple messages in your group chat, a “happy hunting ;)” from Coop and a “wrap it before you tap it,” from Em. They’re idiots, but you love them. You take a deep breath and pull up your contacts, searching for Joel’s name. 

The phone rings for a long time before he picks up and gives you a sleepy, “Hello?” You can’t bring yourself to say anything for a long time, just breathing into the phone. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, seeming more awake now, worry creeping into his voice. You start fully sobbing now, not just about the frat boy but about everything. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Can- can you come get me?” you whimper, ashamed that you need him right now. 

“Of course, darlin’. Where are you?” 

“Farmer Avenue. It’s a frat party.” 

“I know it. Be there in 5, baby. Do you need me to stay on the phone with you?”

“No, it’s okay, J- Joel. Thank you.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” 

You hang up the phone and shoot the girls a message telling them you’re heading home with someone and you’ll fill them in tomorrow, promising you only had one drink and you’re fine. 

A big white truck pulls up to the curb and you scramble off the ground, half jogging to the truck and yanking the door open. Joel stares down at you from the driver’s seat, and you suddenly remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. Kind of hard to be pissed when he’s saving your ass like a knight in shining armor… white steed and all. 

“Hi… thanks for the rescue,” you mumble as you pull yourself up into the passenger seat. 

“Anytime, sweetheart, put your seatbelt on,” Joel says gently. 

You put it on and look out the window, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for having to call him. 

“Can I ask what you were doing at a frat party, darlin’?” And that makes it a thousand times worse. 

“No,” it’s none of his fucking business what you do in your free time.

Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, “My place okay?” 

“Won’t your wife be pissed?” you snap at him, shooting him a glare. He doesn’t respond, but you see his hand tighten on the wheel. 

“Doubt it.”

You’re both silent for the rest of the short drive. 

Joel pulls into the driveway of a small, one story brick house and is out of the truck and in the door before you can even get your seatbelt off. You make your way inside and find yourself in the living room. There’s a couch separating the entryway from the rest of the room and bookshelves on either side of a TV on the far wall. There aren’t a lot of decorations and, honestly, the place looks like a bachelor pad. Joel appears from the hallway with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in his hand. 

“I’ll take the couch. You can have my bed. Bathroom is on the left, bedroom’s on the right. It’s the only one. You can’t miss it,” Joel snarks. 

“Okay. Thank you,” you squeak, a blush rising to your cheeks. If there’s only one room, he probably doesn’t have a kid living here. Maybe he got divorced? But then why would he have a picture of his ex-wife on his desk? “Actually, Joel…” you trail off, trying to find the courage to ask him what you need to ask him. “Can we talk?” 

“It’s late. You’ve been drinking-”

“No! I only had one drink, like 2 hours ago. Please, Joel.” You won’t be able to sleep until you talk to him. Anxiety and dread will keep you up for the rest of the night, going over every possibility. 

Joel heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “Go change, I’ll make you some tea.”

You walk over and take the clothing from him, staring up into his face for a moment. He looks tired and sad, a deep crease between his brows and a look in his eyes you haven’t seen before. Joel turns and heads to the kitchen. You shake your head and go find the bathroom to change. 

A few minutes later, you sit at Joel’s kitchen table as he pulls the kettle off the stove and pours boiling water into two mugs. He sets your tea in front of you and  sits at the table across from you. It’s a small table. The whole house is small. 3 people wouldn’t live here.

“So. Who are the woman and kid in that picture, Joel? I need to know,” you ask the question that’s been on your mind for two full days. You dread the answer.

“My wife Ashley and my daughter Sarah.” You meet his eyes. It’s exactly the answer you expected, but you had hoped it wasn’t true. 

“So I am your side piece. You really thought I’d be okay with that Joel? What the fuck is wrong with you?” All your anger comes rushing back to the surface.

“They’re dead.” 

Oh. Oh shit. “Fuck.”

Joel looks down at his mug, twirling it in his fingers.

“I’m so sorry, Joel, fuck.” You are so fucking stupid.

“Don’t.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “ Don’t apologize. No way you coulda known, darlin’” 

He doesn’t sound angry with you. Just sad. So fucking sad. His shoulders are hunched in and his whole face is pinched and his breaths are coming out shaky. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything. You stand up from the table and warily make your way over to him. You settle a hand on his shoulder and he immediately turns and buries his face in your stomach, wrapping his arms around you. You slide your arms around his head and hold him close, savoring the feeling of him pressed against you.  

He takes a few more shaky breaths. “It was a car accident. 20 years ago… I- I was driving,” he whispers into your (his) shirt. You drop a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I’m so fucking sorry, Joel,” you breathe into his hair. 

He squeezes you hard, then pulls back and peers up at you, eyes watery. “It was a long time ago. Sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“I’m sorry I just ran out on you. And didn’t call. And skipped class today. Fuck Joel, I’m such an asshole.” Joel stands up and kisses you on the forehead. 

“We can talk more tomorrow, if you want. It’s late, let’s go to bed darlin’.” He grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom. There’s a large bed in the center of the room, a nightstand on the right side but not the left, and a dresser under the window. Again, the evidence that he lives alone is all but screaming in your face. 

You stand in the doorway as he strips off his jeans and tosses them into the corner of the room. He pads over to the bed and crawls under the covers, laying on his side facing you. “You comin’?” He looks at you with wide puppy-dog eyes. 

Your mouth quirks into a one-sided grin. He looks adorable right now. Nothing like the hardened asshole you thought you knew. You walk around to the other side of the bed and slip under the covers with him. You press your chest against his back and throw your arm around him, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. You press little kisses against his clothed shoulder and squeeze him as tight as you can. 

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night, Darlin’.”

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Hi love! I had an idea for a fluffy fic—either Steve or Eddie (your choice) scoring a date with long-time crush female!reader. He’s trying to plan the perfect date (favorite flowers, candy, etc) with the help of the kids (Dustin, Max, Lucas, & Mike). Thank youuuu xoxo -@munson-blurbs 💚💚

Hello, dearest Bug! I’ve never written for Steve before but I wanted to try it just for you! So, I apologize if it’s not the best, but I hope you like my attempt at a nervous Steve ❤️

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Subtle wasn’t exactly Steve’s middle name. He didn’t tip toe around subjects as much as stomp right to the point he was trying to avoid. So he knows that when he finally, finally, has the courage to ask you out, and you say yes, he knows he needs to enlist some help.

“I can’t believe you needed me to talk you into asking her out,” Robin says. “Since when is Steve Harrington afraid to ask a girl on a date?”

“This was different, Robin, you know that.” He grabs his time card and punches out for the day. “She’s not some girl who wandered into the store who I can casually ask out. I’ve been friends with her for years, and in love with her just as long!”

“How have you never asked her out before?” Robin muses as she goes through a pile of returned videos.

“When we met she had a boyfriend so I couldn’t do it then. After they broke up I was already too deep, so I was nervous.”

“I’d say I can’t picture that, but I saw you moments before you asked her out. Nervousness is not a good look on you, my friend,” Robin says.

“Thanks, you’re helping me out a lot,” Steve says as he slides his jacket on.

“Make good choices!” Robin calls as he walks out the door.

Steve gets in his car and taps his fingers along the steering wheel. The darkness outside made it feel later than it was. Winter making the days shorter, Steve felt like he’d need a date idea for something that could be done in the evening. It left out picnics and going to the park, which were some of his usual go-to date ideas.

He puts his car into drive and goes to the last place he thought he’d ever go for dating help.

“You what?” Dustin asks.

“Need your help,” Steve says through gritted teeth.

“With a date?” Dustin wasn’t trying to mess with him, just make sure he was understanding correctly.

“Yeah, man,” Steve says. “It has to be amazing.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?” Dustin asks. He watches from his place on the couch as Steve paces back and forth in front of him.

“Do you have any thoughts?” Steve asks.

“You do know most of my dates happen over a communication device, right?”

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, this is the last time I come to you for help.”

“Wait, wait,” Dustin says, holding up a hand. “She likes that one old movie they’re always playing down at the theater. Remember, she was upset because Charlie wouldn’t take her there?”

“He was an idiot,” Steve mumbles.

“You’re biased because you were in love with his girlfriend, but you’re still right. Total douche.”

“I don’t even know the name of that movie,” Steve whines, running his hands down his face.

“So ask Mike,” Dustin says with a shrug.

Steve stops his pacing and looks at Dustin, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

“Because he knows every movie ever made?”

“No, genius, because he just started working at the theater,” Dustin says.

“Shit, that’s right,” Steve says. He glances over at the clock. “He won’t be asleep right now, will he?”

“It’s eight thirty and we’re not toddlers,” Dustin says. “Yes, he’s awake.”

“Let’s go,” Steve says, clapping his hands at Dustin. “Move it, move it.”

“Why do I have to come?” Dustin complains even as he grabs his shoes.

“Because I said so, now let’s go.”

“You know, we could’ve called,” Dustin says as Steve pulls his car into the Wheeler’s driveway.

“Yeah, well, next time,” Steve says as he kills the engine and gets out of the car.

“Next time?” Dustin asks as he follows after him.

Steve rings the doorbell and it takes a few moments for Karen Wheeler to answer it. She looks surprised to see Steve there.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” he says.

“Hello,” Dustin adds with a wave.

“Hi, boys,” Karen says. “Are you here for Nancy?”

“Mike, actually,” Steve says.

“Okay.” Karen looks down at her watch before looking back up at the boys on her porch. “Make it quick, okay? School night and all.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve says with a polite smile.

“In the basement,” Karen says, hooking her thumb over her shoulder.

“Thanks!” Dustin calls as he leads Steve in that direction.

As soon as the door to the basement opens, they can hear Mike arguing with someone. Halfway down the stairs, Lucas’s voice rings back.

“No, it’s not. Why won’t you just listen to me? I’ve had a girlfriend longer than you have.”

“Yeah, and how many times have you guys broken up?”

“But we always get back together, don’t we?”

Steve rolls his eyes as his foot hits the basement floor. Is this really what his dating life has come to? Asking for the help of these squabbling children?

“Alright, break it up,” Dustin says.

“What’re you doing here?” Mike asks.

“Romeo needs some help,” Dustin says, nodding his head in Steve’s direction.

“From us?” Lucas asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I know, I’m stunned too,” Steve says with a sigh. “Listen, what’s the name of that old movie the theater plays some weekends? The black and white one? With that one actress?”

“Very specific,” Dustin mumbles, earning a glare from Steve.

“You mean Marilyn Monroe?” Mike asks, judgment dripping in his tone.

“Yeah, her,” Steve says, only getting more annoyed by the second.

“It’s called Some Like It Hot. Why?”

“Why do you think?” Dustin asks with a smirk.

Mike thinks for a minute before his own smirk slides across his face.

“Ah,” he says. “That big date of yours, huh?”

Steve groans, running a hand over his mouth and silently wondering why he became friends with any of these little punks in the first place.

“Why didn’t you just call Max?” Lucas asks.

“What?”

“You know they’re, like, best friends, right?” Lucas says. “She’s the person to ask.”

Steve walks over to the basement phone and dials Max’s number. A look of amusement is shared between the three younger boys at seeing how nervous and twitchy Steve is.

“Max? Hey.”

“Steve?” Her voice sounds disbelieving.

“Yeah,” Steve says in the same tone one would say “duh.”

“What do you want?” It doesn’t come out harsh, just curious about the unexpected call.

“I need your help,” Steve says.

“With?”

“With my geography homework, what do you think?”

“Why does he go with sarcasm?” Lucas mumbles from over on the couch. “Does he not know Max can out-sarcasm everyone?”

Steve hears and flips him the bird.

“Oh,” Max purrs as she realizes. Steve swears these kids know just the right way to push his buttons. “And what information can I provide you with, Steve?”

“Just…anything,” Steve says in an exasperated tone. “I just want it to be perfect.”

Max is taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. This wasn’t Steve’s usual approach with a girl, and it impressed the redhead.

“It’s supposed to snow this weekend,” Max says. “She loves the snow. Take her out then.”

“Okay,” Steve says, nodding his head. “What’s her favorite flower?”

“I don’t know,” Max says. “Believe it or not, that’s not something we girls really talk about at our sleepovers.”

“Well, can you find out?”

“Sure,” Max says with a sigh. “Anything else you’d like me to find out, stalker?”

“Um.” Steve bites at his lower lip as he thinks. “Favorite candy I can buy her for the movie?”

“What movie?” Max asks.

“Someone’s Hot or something like that,” Steve says, shaking his head.

“Some Like It Hot?” Max asks. “Yeah, she’ll love that. Okay, I’ll talk to her at school tomorrow.”

“But don’t let her know I asked you!” Steve says.

“Relax. Some of us know how to be subtle,” she says.

“Thanks, Max.”

Max’s eyebrows raise as she’s not sure he’s ever said that to her before. He’s being weird about this whole thing, she thinks. But it’s a good weird. Different from just going on date after date with girls he doesn’t really care about. Max is impressed, though she would never tell him that.

“Don’t mention it.”

Steve leans against the hood of his car in the Hawkins High parking lot the next day, biting at his thumb nervously. He perks up when the bell rings and looks for the familiar flash of red hair in the crowd. She’s walking with El when she catches sight of Steve. Steve sees her say goodbye and head in his direction.

“You look like a creep waiting here, you know,” she tells him.

“You’re funny,” he deadpans.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas come up to the car before Steve can ask her for any information.

“Am I driving all of you? Really?” Steve asks.

“You’re here,” Dustin answers with a shrug, as if that makes the answer obvious.

“Fine, get in. Max up front.”

Dustin whines about that, but Max just sticks her tongue out at him and climbs in the car.

Steve waits until he’s gotten out of the parking lot and into the heart of Hawkin’s suburbs before he asks.

“So? Get anything?”

“Of course I did,” Max says. “Sour Patch Kids and sunflowers.”

Steve nods, commiting the items to memory.

“How’d you do it without telling her why?” Mike asks.

“It’s easy,” Max says with a shrug. “Oh, by the way, did you hear they’re changing the flavor of the red Sweetart?”

“They’re what?” Dustin asks, affronted. “But that’s the best one!”

“It could’ve been worse, they could’ve changed the green,” Lucas says.

“Ugh, gross,” Mike complains. “The green one is shit. Orange is by far the best.”

Max smirks to herself and crosses her arms over her chest.

“And that’s how it’s done.”

Steve glances his eyes over at her and nods his head, impressed.

“You’re good.”

Everything was all planned out. The small bouquet of sunflowers, the bag of Sour Patch Kids in his pocket, and the weather decided to cooperate as well so there’s a lovely light snow falling outside. Steve picks out an outfit - after enduring teasing from Dustin by saying “you want us to do that for you too?” - of dark jeans with a soft gray sweater, topped with a light brown coat. He keeps raking his fingers through his hair, making sure every little piece falls exactly where he wants it to. Once he’s satisfied, he picks up the flowers and candy and heads out the door.

His hands are starting to sweat by the time he pulls up in your driveway. He gets out of the car and rings your doorbell, fidgeting with a button on his coat. You open the door and Steve feels the breath knocked out of him. Your smile, your eyes, your everything drove him wild. He would never get used to your beauty.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey.” It comes out shakier than he intended and he internally curses himself. “These are for you.”

Your eyes light up when they land on the flowers and Steve knows he can die a happy man for putting that look on your face.

“They’re beautiful,” you say. “Thank you so much. Do you want to come in while I put them in a vase?”

“Sure,” he says. You step aside so he can come into the house, and close the door behind him. He follows you into the kitchen and his eyes roam over the interior as you fill a vase with water.

“These are my favorite,” you say of the sunflowers as you slip them in the water. You come over and press a kiss on Steve’s cheek, which just about sets him into a tailspin.

“Ready?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Steve says with a smile. He slips his hand in yours as you walk to the front door together. You gasp in delight as you step outside, looking up at the snow falling around you.

“I thought maybe I could park a block or two away from the theater so we can walk in the snow for a bit?” Steve says as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Oh, I would love that.”

The car ride is quick, but you fall into an easy back and forth, something you’re both familiar with after being friends so long. Steve was afraid he’d be too nervous to act like his normal self, but five minutes with you in the car and he feels as comfortable as ever.

He parks the car and you're quick to take his hand in yours as you walk towards the theater.

“Oh, I got you these as well,” Steve says, fishing the candy out of his pocket with his free hand.

“Steve! You’re spoiling me.” You slip the package into your own pocket and stop walking, holding Steve’s hand in place so he’s forced to stop too.

“Everything okay?” He looks at you in concern.

“It’s perfect,” you tell him. “All of it. But you know I would’ve just been happy spending time with you, right? Anywhere. Doing anything.”

Part of him knew that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to give you everything he could to make your first date special.

“I wanted to do this for you,” he says. “You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

The blush that coats your cheeks, Steve thinks, is the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“How are you real?” you say, reaching up to poke the tip of his nose. He chuckles and squishes up his nose adorably. He can’t believe you’re the one saying that to him.

His fingers come to grip your chin lightly and he tilts your face up. Looking into your eyes for permission, he leans in until his lips ghost over yours. You lean in the rest of the way, arms coming up around his neck as your lips meet. Cold noses bump together which makes you giggle against his mouth. He smiles in response and rests his forehead against yours.

“How’d you know I always wanted to be kissed in the snow?” you ask.

“I didn’t,” Steve tells you honestly. “Guess I figured that one out on my own.”

[misssalvatore1904]

The Original Faery

Chapter 1

A/n: Adelaide Kane is kinda how I pictured Cassiopeia Salvatore.

Just a heads up, this chapter will be pretty confusing but don’t worry, it’ll make sense in time😜 I hope u like it.

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“Girls! Wake up! You have to go to school!”

I groaned as I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling before literally rolling out of bed. I let out an oof as I made impact with the ground.

“Come on sleeping beauty.” Giggles Caroline from the doorway to my room.

“Not everyone can get up at dawn and still function.” I roll my eyes at my sister, who has always been a morning person. “Us mere mortals however, need a few minutes.”

She laughs as she walks downstairs for breakfast.

I got to my feet, shuffled to the bathroom, and got ready for the first day of school.

I give my mum a kiss on her cheek as I enter the kitchen.

“Don’t forget that you’re supposed to show that new kid around school today, sweetheart.” She reminds me, with a kiss on my forehead, before heading to the door. “Have a good first day girls.” She was halfway out the door before she pops her head back through the doorway, “I may be home late but there’s some leftover Chinese food from last night. Or you can go pick something up after school.” She blows us a quick air kiss before finally disappearing.

“Do you think she’s investigating that animal attack last night?” Care asks, seemingly thrilled by the thought.

“She is the Sheriff, so… most likely.” I reply, still too tired for a proper conversation.

We eat breakfast in relative silence, before washing the dishes.

Just as I dried the last plate and put it away, Caroline asks :“Do you need a ride to school?”

“Yeah. My bike freaked out on me the other day.”

“Mum said that having a motorbike was a bad idea.”

“She was more concerned about cost, Care. And besides, I made it, so there’s bound to be a few hiccups.” She just rolls her eyes at me.

“Whatever, but I thought I was supposed to be the irresponsible one.” I laugh at that. Caroline has always been the one to sneak us into parties and get into all sorts of trouble. But I didn’t exactly have a pearly white record either, I get into fights at school (only when someone’s being a douche) and I did illegally assemble a blue 2010 Kawasaki Ninja 650R over the summer.

…

“Thanks for the ride, Care!” I call as I sprint for the administration office to greet the new kid. I push people out of the way, and I realised I probably looked like a maniac, but I needed to be on time!

I burst into the office with a loud proclamation; “I’m here!” I pant, resting my hands on my knees for balance.

When I finally look up, I come face to face with the new kid, and he was staring at me like he saw a ghost.

“Cassie?” He whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah… How’d you know my name?” I ask, now suspicious of this mildly familiar boy. Looking at him gave me this itching feeling in my mind, as if it was trying to remember something.

“Uh, I was sent an email saying that Cassie Forbes would be showing me around.”

“Oh.” Is all I could think of as a response.

He sticks his hand out for me to shake, “Stefan Salvatore. Pleasure to meet you.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the formality, but I shake his hand anyway. “Nice to meet you too. Ready for a grand tour?” I ask with a little flourish and a fistful of glitter.

“You carry glitter in your pocket?” Stefan asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course. How else am I suppose to be dramatic?” I say with an impish grin. He returns the smile.

“What’s first on the tour?”

“I suppose your locker, then English class, I think.”

“Lead the way.”

We talk about the teachers and various classes and extra curricular activities available at the school on the way to his locker.

I kept sneaking glances at Stefan, trying to figure out why he seemed familiar, and why he seemed so…distraught when he saw me. It was infuriating.

When we reached the lockers, I let out an extremely loud groan.

“What’s wrong?” Stefan asks, seemingly concerned.

“Tyler Lockwood.” I mumble back.

“Hey Little Forbes,” it was a nickname a lot of people were fond of, since I only just reached 5ft tall, “how was the summer?”

“Not too bad. But I’m sure you’re going to explain why yours was better.” I say with a grin.

Tyler flings his arm around my shoulders. “Don’t be like that Cassie.”

I roll my eyes, “How was your summer, Ty?”

“Wonderful, thank you for asking.” He says with a shit-eating grin. While Tyler was a pain in the ass sometimes, he was my friend.

“By the way, this is Stefan Salvatore, he’s new.”

Tyler looks Stefan up and down, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Stefan replies.

I wriggle free from Tyler’s grip and move towards Stefan’s locker, tapping it. “This is your locker, put your books and bag in, then we need to get to English.”

Stefan follows my instructions, keeping his English books tucked under one arm.

“First day of school. Let’s do this!” I throw a handful of glitter at Tyler, as I finish my proclamation. He sputters a bit, “Don’t you have a make up Bio test to get to Tyler?”

“Shit.” With that he sprints off.

“Shall we?” I ask Stefan.

“We shall.”

…

The day went smoothly after that, and finally, it was last period: biology. Ugh. While the subject was interesting at times, I hated our practical lessons when we dissected things. It made me sick.

It was also very content heavy, with homework and assignments practically everyday. I dragged my feet the whole way there.

But my spirits lifted when I saw Stefan occupying the previously empty seat next to mine.

I grin as I approach him, “Looks like we’re lab partners.”

He chuckles, “Yeah. Looks like it.”

“I hope you’re not gonna make me do all the work.” I tease.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Alright class has started. Attention up here.” The teacher, Mrs Thompson, says with a clap as she enters the room.

…

“I can’t believe she gave us an assignment on the first day back.” I groan, as Stefan and I exit the classroom.

“Yeah, it sucks, but at least it’s a simple one.”

“I guess,” I huff, “but I have no information about my ancestry.”

“Wouldn’t the town hall have information about the Forbes family? I mean, they are one of the founding families.”

“I’m actually adopted. So..” I trail off with a shrug.

“Oh. Sorry?”

I laugh at Stefan’s fumbling. “It’s fine. My real family abandoned me, so as far as I’m concerned, I am a Forbes.”

Stefan smiles slightly, “well, my house has a lot of books on pretty much everything, so we can start with my ancestors. Then later this week you can ask your mum about your parents, then maybe we can find something in the town records?” Stefan suggests.

“Alright,” I say with a grimace, I knew talking about my ‘real family’ made my mum feel bad, but this was for school, “can we start tomorrow? I’m going to the grill with some friends tonight.”

“Okay.” He says with a smile.

“Cool. Can I get your phone number? So we can arrange a time?”

Stefan recites his number, and I type it into my phone quickly. With that a wave goodbye, making my way to Caroline’s car.

…

“Thanks, Vic.” Matt says with a smile as Vickie put a plate of hot chips in the middle of the table.

“Need another refill?” Vickie asks Tyler, with a flirty smile.

“I’d love one.” Tyler replies, with an equally flirty smile.

Matt watches the exchange with suspicion. And as Vickie saunters away, I slap Tyler upside the head.

“Ow!” Tyler exclaims, rubbing the back of his head, “what was that for?”

“I can’t believe you, hooking up with your best friend’s sister, that’s low, even for you.” I chastise him.

“I’m not hooking up with Matt’s sister!”

“You’re such a dick.” Matt signs, disappointed.

We sit in uncomfortable silence for a bit, munching on some chips.

“Wanna play some pool?” Tyler asks.

Matt just rolls his eyes and gets up, heading over to Bonnie.

“Sure,” I sigh, “ I’m still mad at you though.”

“Then I’m sure kicking my ass at pool will make you feel better.” He replies with a grin.

We go over to the pool table playing a few rounds (all of which, I win) before we take a breather, chatting with Caroline.

Then Elena walks in, followed closely by Stefan. I quickly look over at Matt, and see his crestfallen expression. He stands up to greet Stefan and Elena politely though, before walking away dejectedly. I quickly follow, making sure he’s okay.

…

“So. You were born in Mystic Falls?” Caroline asks, as we sit around a table, trying to subtly interrogate Stefan.

“Mmhm. And I moved when I was still young.” Stefan replies conversationally, apparently unaware of how Bonnie and Caroline were trying to sus him out.

“Parents?” Bonnie asks.

“My parents passed away.” My heart falls, though I don’t know why I would feel that strongly about it. That itching feeling in my mind returning. I had tuned out the conversation, but Caroline’s voice snapped me out of it. But I could feel Stefan’s eyes travel to me for a brief moment.

“So Stefan. If you’re new then you don’t know about the party tomorrow.” Caroline chirps.

“It’s a school thing in the Falls.” Bonnie explains.

“I thought you said nothing was happening tomorrow.” Stefan accuses, with a small smile.

I laugh. “Alright, two things, and I list them on my fingers, “one, I said I was free tomorrow, because I’m not going -“

“oh yes you are.” Caroline interrupts.

“- two,” I continue, “the party isn’t until late, we could do some school work beforehand, IF you wanted to go.”

Stefan smirks, then turns to Elena, “are you going?”

“Of course she is.” Bonnie replies instead of Elena. Elena gives Bonnie a small smile, then ticks some hair behind her ear.

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History was a boring event as always, with Mr Tanner talking about the battle of Willow Creek.

“How many casualties resulted in this battle? Miss Bennett?”

“Umm, a lot. I’m not sure, but like a whole lot.” Bonnie says, trying her best.

“Cute becomes dumb in an instant Miss Bennett. Mr Donovan, would you like to take this moment to overcome your imbedded jock stereotype?”

“It’s okay, Mr Tanner, I’m cool with it.” Matt replies coolly.

“Hm, Elena? Maybe you can enlighten us about one of the towns most significant events?”

“Sorry, i-i don’t know.” Elena stammers.

“ I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena, but the personal excuses ended with summer break.” Tanner was such an ass!

“346 casualties, unless you’re counting the local civilians.” Stefan interrupts smoothly.

“That’s correct. Mr ?”

“Salvatore.”

“Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here in Mystic Falls?”

“Distant.”

“Except of course there were no civilian casualties in this battle-“

“Actually there were 27. Confederate soldiers fired on the church believing it to be housing weapons, but they were wrong -“ Stefan corrects.

“There were also 13 other casualties.” I blurt. Everyone looks at me. I had no idea where that information came from. “They were believed to be witches.”

…

After school I went to the Salvatore boarding house, where Stefan lives with his uncle. I knock on the door and wait politely for someone to open the door.

The door creaks open, and a man, who I assume was Stefan’s uncle. He had that same look of shock on his face that Stefan did, as he sees me.

“Cassie?” He asks disbelievingly.

“Yeah…” it was starting to freak me out, how this family somehow knew me, and that itching feeling in my mind was starting to piss me off.

Before I could say anything else, Stefan appears behind his uncle. “Hey, I’m about to go to the party, wanna come?”

I release a breath, “nah. I just came here to see if you had any books that I can read, to start us off on our reports for bio.”

Stefan gestures for me to enter the house, his uncle now composed. “I thought you didn’t want to do all the work.” Stefan teases.

I roll my eyes, “I’m not going to do all the work, I just thought that if you’re gonna be slacking off tonight, I might as well start us off.” I say with a grin.

He smiles back, we enter what looks like a mini library, filled with books, Stefan walks over to one of the shelves and pulls a few books off.

“These books are about the Salvatore family, but please don’t read them all, come over tomorrow and I’ll help you out.”

“Okay,” I say with a smile, “but I demand donuts, to help with brain productivity.”

Stefan laughs “Deal.”

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A/n: I hope u all enjoyed this chapter, and I’m sorry it took so long😊

[sebastian-stan-simp]

You’re Not Him

Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: Your wedding is in a week, but what happens when you meet a man who might change everything?

Warnings: Swearing, Shitty fiancé

Word Count: 828

Note: If you all like this, I’ll continue it.

You sat at the bar, sipping your fourth or fifth drink. Honestly, you couldn't be sure. All you were sure about was that you were trying to forget the argument you had with John. You had gotten in an argument with him over inviting his ex to your wedding. You said no, but he insisted ‘it wouldn’t be awkward,’ and ‘she’s married,’ and ‘we’re friends, so why is it a big deal?’

You looked up from your drink when you saw someone sit down, and you looked over, smiling softly when he looked over at you.

“So, what brings you here on a Tuesday night?” The man asked, a caring smile on his face.

You shrugged, “A woman can't drink on a Tuesday night?”

He shook his head, “Sure they can. Although you seem like you’re here because you’re bothered by something.”

“How do you know you're not the one bothering me?”

“You’re still talking to me.” He stated with a small smile. “That’s how I know.”

You nod, “Got into an argument with my fiancé.” You sighed and sipped your drink, “He wants to invite his ex to our wedding and then got upset with me when I told him no.”

“Sounds shitty on his part.”

You nod, “He does this often.”

“How come you’re still engaged to him then?”

“Because I honestly think that, deep down in my heart, I love him.” You sipped your drink, “He’s the only love I’ve ever known. He's the only person I’ve ever been with. He supported through everything. When I came out, when I lost my job, and when I lost my best friend.”

The man nods, “How many drinks have you had?” He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

“Too many to count. Does it show?”

He nods, “It certainly does. Let me pay your tab.”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to.”

“I insist.” He paid your tab as you finished your drink, “let me help you home.”

You shook my head, “You’re a stranger.”

“Alright,” He nods, “at least let me help you get a cab?”

You sigh, “Fine, as long as it means you’ll stop bothering me about it.”

“As soon as you get in the cab, you’ll never hear from me again.

“Sounds like a deal.” He hailed you a cab and helped you in before helping you in, and shutting the door behind you.

— — —

You woke up, your head pounding.

“Of course.” You sighed and got up, getting some Advil and some water. You took the pill before getting up and picking up your outfit from last night, confused when a piece of paper fell out.

You grabbed it and opened it up, reading it, ‘Hey, last night was great, call me ;)’

You shook your head. You couldn't do that to John. Yeah, he was a little bit abrasive, but you loved him, right? You tossed the paper in the waste bin under your desk and walked away to do a load of laundry.

You loaded some laundry and started the washer, before walking back into your room. Tossing the laundry in the washer, your mind kept wandering back to the note, and before you knew it, you were calling the number attached.

You waited as it rang, almost going to hang up, before the stranger answered, “Hello?” The man asked.

“Hey. You said I should call you?” You questioned, curious if he even remembered.

“Yeah, you were great company at the bar last night, so I figured I’d let you decide if you were even interested in hearing from me again.”

You cleared your throat, nodding, “Yeah. You were great to be around. You helped me get my mind off everything.”

“Was it really me or the alcohol?”

“Can it be both?”

The man chuckled, “It most certainly can be.”

“Oh!” You gasped, remembering something, “I never caught your name last night.”

“Sebastian. How about you sweetheart?”

You turned red and looked down at your feet, “Y/n”

“It suits you.”

You nod, “That’s good, I guess.”

“I'm guessing that if you're calling me, he’s been a douche again?”

You shook your head, “No. I just- it’s really nice to hear your voice. You’re comforting to me.”

“Is that because I'm not him?”

You honestly weren’t sure. With him, you felt free. With John, you felt restricted. WIth John, you had to put on a persona. With John, you couldn’t like repairing cars, or whittling because they were a ‘man’s job’.

That bothered you to no extent. It wasn’t something you did often, but you still loved when you got the chance to. You couldn’t fix your car because he wouldn't let you. Instead, he did, and made it worse, causing you to have to spend hundreds of dollars to repair it.

“Y/n?” Sebastian asked, “You still there?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I'm still here.”

“Do you find me comforting because I’m not him?” He repeated.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“So now what?”

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine getting possessed by False Gabriel

(I hope this will be to your liking. I tried to make it creepy and kinda gory in a way and I can sense writer’s block creeping in so sorry if the text is not the best.  Male reader by the way)

Requested by @weird-addiction​​

Warnings: kidnapping, cult stuff, demonic possession, animals being scared, violence, blood, gore, some nice moments, Gabriel is a douche and wants you to take the ring and kill Sauron. 

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- You didn't know how it started. One day, you were riding on your horse to return home, then you were hit in the head by something. 

-You remember being dragged into a place and laid on something. You saw strange symbols and these people wearing dark hoods to cover their faces. They were chanting something then you recall the pain. 

-It was painful. It was like something crawled into your mouth, going inside your body, and then it was nothing but darkness. 

-You woke up on a table, covered in blood, and the people who took you lay dead on the floor, severed and slaughtered like it was a beast that attacked them. It was horrifying, especially when it seemed it was you who attacked them.  

-You didn't know what to do, so you grabbed your belongings and left the place. 

-You managed to find your beloved horse in the forest, and you were glad to see no harm done to him. However, you were confused when he started acting frightened when he saw you. He almost refused to come to you. It took everything to calm him down. 

-It was your first sign something was wrong with you. 

-You took a bath in the river to clean yourself up and tried to continue your journey, which was difficult because your companion still seemed frightened by you. It was strange because you had him for years, and he had never been afraid of you before, and now he was walking like he was at the edge of a cliff. 

-You considered stopping at Rivendell and asking for lord Elrond's help to find out what those people did to you. It wasn't just your horse who was afraid of you. Every animal you saw and encountered fled or made threatening noises when they saw you. It was like you were one of the most dangerous predators on earth. 

-You made a camp when the night came and tried to rest, hoping everything that happened so far was just a bad dream. 

-You then began to dream about strange things. You dreamed about the birth of the christ, the antichrist, angels, the god, and the devil, and you saw never-ending darkness that covered the sky and the land. It was like the sun, moon, and stars had ceased from existence, and the people looked frightened when there was a voice– telling them not to be afraid. 

-You then saw what seemed to be your banishment. You woke up screaming and sweating like you had been running for hours, breathing frantically. 

-You didn't know what to make of the dream, which felt like a nightmare. Strangely, it felt real, and now you know things that don't exist or have never happened in Middle Earth.

 -The war between the god and the devil, the birth of Jesus, false Gabriel. None of it made sense to you. 

-You tried to stop thinking about the horrible dream, but then you noticed your companion was gone. You tried to look for him and call out his name, but there were no traces of him, and he didn't return. 

-Now you knew something was terribly wrong with you. First, animals are afraid of you, second, you dream strange things, and now your faithful companion has left you. He would always stay somewhere near, so there had to be something wrong with you for him to abandon you like that. 

-As a result, you had to continue your journey on foot.

-You tried to make sense of everything, but it only made your head ache in pain since you had no idea who Jesus was or this false Gabriel. All you knew from the dream was that he looked like a divine spirit with brilliant white wings and a kind smile. 

-You remember his voice and how he told the people not to be afraid and that their savior had arrived. He sounded convincing, and the people looked at him with hope before the sky suddenly turned black, and there was nothing but darkness. 

-He lied to them. 

-He was the devil in disguise. It reminded you of the incident in Eregion where Sauron had disguised himself as an emissary of the Valar, and the city fell when he attacked and killed its lord. The two felt quite similar, but there was something more sinister about Gabriel. 

-You couldn't figure out what was going on, but when you noticed orcs following you, you had your answer. 

-You tried to escape them since there were too many of them for you to take them on your own. However, your luck seemed to get worse because you got cornered. 

-They surrounded you with vicious grins and prepared to skin you alive. You couldn't find another way out till you felt the pain, and something began to crawl inside you, making you stand still and twitch uncontrollably. 

-You then felt a pair of hands coming from behind you and covering your eyes from the sun and the sky. You then heard a gentle hush, and everything turned dark. 

-The next time you woke up, you were covered in orc blood, and all the orcs lay dead around you like those people in the cave. You stared at them horrifically while holding your bloodied blade because the way their innards and blood dressed the ground made it look like they faced a savage beast. It was carnage. 

-You were frightened because there was no way you could have done that all by yourself. You then remembered something or rather– someone, covered your eyes, and made you black out. 

-You were confused beyond words. 

-You were startled when you heard someone behind you and saw another one of your kind looking at you with a disturbed and concerned look on his face. 

-He asked if you were alright, but you didn't know how to answer. You were still in shock from what happened. 

-The elf introduced himself as Legolas and offered to take you to see his companions. 

-You remembered what happened and almost refused his offer, fearing you would put him and his companions in danger, but you were too tired and wanted some peace of mind, so you accepted, and he took you away from the bloody scene. 

-He helped you clean up from the orc blood so you wouldn't scare his companions, then introduced you to them. You did not expect to meet two human men, one dwarf, four little creatures, and a wizard. You certainly haven't met a company like that before.

-They helped you out, even though some of them were suspicious of you. You found the little creatures 'the hobbits' pleasant company. The food they made was excellent, and the little rascals Merry and Pippin were humorous. 

-You honestly felt better after such maddening days. 

-When they questioned you and your journey, you felt reluctant to tell what had been happening to you. You didn't know what was wrong with you and felt fearful, so you lied and told them you got lost, which wasn't precisely a lie. 

-Soon, however, you began to hear strange whispers. 

-They were quiet and spoke in a strange language. They oddly became stronger whenever you stood beside Frodo. You didn't know why, so you were afraid that you were losing your mind. 

-You decided to confess to the wizard what had happened to you and what you went through before meeting them. You even told him about the whispers and how they always became stronger when you were around Frodo. 

-Gandalf heeded your concerns and asked you to give him your hand. You cooperated and gave him your hand, allowing him to feel your fea and mind. He then let go with a troubled face. 

-There was an evil presence deep within you, he explained, and that is why you are most likely hearing one ring, the purpose of their journey. 

-You felt shocked hearing the news, but you finally understood why those things had been happening to you. When you told Gandalf about the strange dreams, he was a bit baffled since even he had never heard of concepts such as Christ or false Gabriel. 

-He advised you to watch your condition and stay clear of Frodo to avoid getting affected by the one ring. He then said you should come with them to Lothlorien and seek aid from the lady of light, who might be able to help you. 

-You heeded his advice and stayed clear of Frodo, keeping it a secret that you knew about the one ring like Gandalf promised to keep your condition secret to ensure the fellowship won't be frightened. 

-You tried to avoid Frodo indirectly so he wouldn't notice. He was sweet and kind, so you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Although you enjoyed being around him, you had to do it for his sake as well as yours.

-You joined on their journey since they were going for Lothlorien. Everything was going quite well. You managed to become somewhat friends with Gimli, the dwarf. He was rough-tongued but funny. Legolas teased you sometimes, and you became friends with him fairly quickly.

-You watched over your condition and tried to observe if anything else was going to happen to you. Knowing there was an evil spirit inside you made you feel a bit on edge. Surprisingly, nothing happened so far until you went to sleep. 

-" They can't help you..." You heard a voice say and found yourself in the familiar world of endless darkness. You were frightened till you came face to face with Gabriel or false Gabriel. 

-He looked like the ethereal angel, but there was a dark shadow behind his eyes, and the way he smiled at you made shivers run across your spine. You somehow knew in your guts that this was the devil, the creature that tricked the people and plunged the sky into darkness. 

-" What do you want from me?" You asked, your body shaking with fear as he towered over you with his ominous presence. 

-He didn't say anything till he tilted his head and grinned. "You..." he said, and you woke up with fright. 

-Frodo was startled by your sudden awakening since he was awake and didn't expect you to wake up with sweat running down your skin. He helped you calm down after waking up, and you two talked with each other, talking about homes and your family members. 

-It was comforting, and you felt much better. However, your nightmare didn't seem to be over since you began to hear Gabriel's whispers in your ears, telling you to take the ring. 

-You ignored him and tried to push his voice away, feeling unsettled that he was now talking to you when you were awake. You had a bad feeling. Your condition might get worse and worse, especially when the one ring was whispering to you too. 

-The journey became difficult. You went through the path of Moria. You tried to keep the hobbits safe from the goblins, but when you sensed the balrog – Gabriel awakened and tried to take control of you. 

-You tried to resist him, but your internal struggle separated you from your companions. They tried to call out to you, but you didn’t hear them and ended up surrounded by the goblins. 

-When Gabriel covered your eyes, he again made you fall into a dreamless sleep. 

-The goblins surrounded you, but when you clapped your hands with a wicked smile– everything fell into darkness. The fellowship couldn't see anything. They heard the goblins scream in pain and terror, making sounds they had never heard from a goblin before. It was enough to make them all shiver with fear. 

-They were worried when you disappeared into the darkness. But, since the goblins and the balrog were after them. They had to leave you behind. 

-Frodo mourned for you and Gandalf. He saw you as a good friend because you were kind, and it felt like there was something connecting you, so he did only lose one friend but two. 

-Time passed, and he and his companions reached Lothlorien, meeting the lady of the light.

-Frodo felt tired after everything he went through but kept going since he chose to do it, and he felt like he owed it to you and Gandalf since it was he– who chose the path through Moria, and you gave your lives for him to live. 

-His departure from Lothlorien was smooth, but then the orcs attacked, and he made the decision to continue the journey on his own along with Sam. 

-The two wandered through the woods until they felt a menacing presence. Frodo could feel the ring reacting to it. It was so strong he could feel it vibrate against his chest. Against better judgment, they decided to investigate and follow where the ring was taking them. 

-They came to a lonely forest opening and were shocked to find you hovering in the air with haunting eyes. Leaves and stones floating around you. You had a terrified expression on your face, and all the green around you had either turned grey or withered. 

-The air felt heavy in the hobbit’s lungs. The one ring reacted strongly to your presence, and they felt like there was less light in the world, just growing darkness. 

-Frodo called out to you, and his voice reached your mind, waking you up from slumber and making you drop down to the earth. 

-You laid there, dizzy and confused. Frodo and Sam had to walk over to see if you were alright, and when they saw you conscious, they bombarded you with questions. 

-You knew you couldn't hide it from them, so you told them the truth about Gabriel, who has been taking control of your body and doing unimaginable things. You had been trying to avoid spending too much time around Frodo since the one ring seemed to affect you and Gabriel, who seemed interested in its power. 

-You expected the hobbits to fear you and push you away, but they comforted you and told you how glad they were to see you alive. They told you about Gandalf's fall and their departure from Lothlorien. 

-You were baffled by the news and saddened to hear Gandalf fell with the Balrog. You should have considered going to Lothlorien and seeking lady Galadriel's aid, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the hobbits do their journey alone, so you asked if you could join them to keep them safe. 

-Frodo and Sam felt reluctant to let you come and told you how you should find help to deal with Gabriel. You insisted, saying it wouldn't feel right for you to let them go alone. You might even find use in Gabriel's abilities to keep them safe from Sauron. 

-They allowed you to come, and you three started your journey together toward Mordor. They felt comforted since you were an experienced warrior and a friend. 

-However, Gabriel started whispering relentlessly into your ears to take the one ring, kill Sauron and become the new dark lord. He tried to tempt you with these horrible ideals, and you tried to resist him, ignoring his honeyed words and promises. 

-He didn't make it easy. He started haunting you in your dreams, trying to tempt you, yelling at you angrily, and showing you terrible visions of flames and darkness. It was an endless charade of nightmares. 

-You started suffering from fatigue because you didn't want to sleep anymore. It got so bad that there were bags under your eyes, and the lack of rest began to catch up with your body. 

-One day, Gabriel showed you the most terrible nightmare ever, and you woke up screaming. Your fatigue and the constant whispering, possession, and dreaming drove you mad. You took out your dagger, intending to end it by killing yourself.  

-Sam and Frodo were fast enough to stop you, holding you down and taking your dagger away from your hand. You struggled, but when they managed to calm you down, you cried and apologized hundred times. 

-They didn’t know what else to do, so they only comforted you, making you some calming tea to help you clear your mind.

 -You struggled to keep yourself going after that. Gabriel's hold on you only grew stronger, making you worry about what would happen to you and Middle Earth if Gabriel was to set free upon it. You couldn't make yourself leave Frodo and Sam to make the dangerous journey, so you only had each other to keep yourself sane.

[coffeebookwriter]

Virgin Mary, Luke Hemmings Ch. 1

(Edited work and omg, I posted!!! Also, happy pride month. And I’m gonna turn 19 tomorrow! :,) )

Whenever she walked in, whenever she talked, whenever she fucking laughed — I was the one who got affected by it. It was disgusting, yet so fucking hot. I couldn't help, but try to match my schedule with her classes, just to be with one of my students the whole god fucking damn time. Y/N doesn't care about boys, nor does she care about her popularity. But what she cares about are grades and she's a fucking straight-a-student. She's a fucking good girl.

"Professor Hemmings, you're teaching English Literature?" Roxanna's confused voice echoed in my ears and I looked down at her. For a fact, I know that it's disgusting. Since she's eighteen and I'm twenty-six, but I can't fucking get her out of my head. It's like she planted a seed there and now there's a whole garden. And all she does is letting it grow, with every fucking word we spoke.

"Mr. Clarkson is sick, I just step in for him." it wasn't a lie, but it felt like it. I had to persuade the principal to let me teach this class. Of course, no one knew about my little crush on Roxanna, which I was very glad for.

I remember meeting this class for the very first time. They were great, no complaining. But the way I was staring at her, at every possible second and no one even noticed — not even Y/N herself. And of course those teenagers are very talkative for their age, so I also heard the rumor about their Virgin List. To who and when they lost it. Even most of the professors have information of this list, but I had non. All I heard was, that they called Roxanna, the Virgin Mary.

"Virgin Mary, come over!" Daniel, a boy from the baseball team yelled, earning laughter of his friends and I stiffened. Roxanna visibly stiffened as well and her face fell. I wish I could tell her something to comfort her, but all I did was standing up and waiting for everyone to be quiet. And I won't just teach English Literature today.

"Good morning, students! Today, I will give you some advice, you may need it or you may not. Then we will continue to work on the essays that Mr. Clarkson handed you all last week, does that sound like a plan?" I suggest and got a few hums as answer. Roxanna was scribbling something on her book and I smiled.

"Advice mainly for the boys. Boys, do you think you know how to treat a lady?" I looked at Daniel, when he grinned. I don't like this guy, because all jokes aside, he's such a douche and makes Roxanna feel bad about something she's very fond of to still have. Her virginity and for all I fucking care, being a virgin in this time is harder, because everyone fucks everything.

"Fuck her and leave, making her beg for more." A friend of Daniel's said. His name was Cody and he was just like Daniel, a douche.

"A girl isn't a dog, Cody." I rolled with my eyes, walking to his table. "A girl is more than that. She's smart, well-behaved. And does it matter if she wants to wait?" I asked him and he shakes his head. "If I want something, I'll get what I want." Daniel and Cody high fived and I looked at Roxanna, who was now blushing furiously and it looked so adorable.

This is for nothing. I passed out the essays and sat back on my desks, only to grab my laptop and correct some tests. I heard whispers of students and giggles. Then I hear a faint gasp and a thud. Looking up, I see Cody on Roxanna's table. He threw some kind of liquid over her sheets and let me tell you, that she wrote fucking six pages already.

I could see the poor girl tearing up, which broke my heart. "Cody, sit back down. Roxanna, come here." I demanded and clenched my jaw. I wish I could throw some kind of rock against Cody's head, but there's something called law and you can't go against it, so I'm fucked for now.

Roxanna's little body moved to my desk and all I did, was standing up and nodding towards my seat. "Take my laptop, I'll let you work it on there, so I can print it out for you, alright?" I told her quietly, as the students started working on their stuff again.

"Professor Hemmings, that's not," I cut her off and rose my eyebrows. "Just do it, I'll keep you after class."

ROXANNA

My heart was nearly slamming against my chest and I gulped. The class was done and everyone was leaving, while I managed to get half of my papers in Professor Hemmings’ laptop. It felt so fucking weird doing my stuff here and in front of everyone. Until everyone left, I continued working on the MacBook.

"I think you can stop." a warm hand made me wince and look up. Professor Hemmings looked at me, a faint smile on his face and I gulped, nodding and saving the project. Suddenly I felt burning hot under my own Professor's glare and all I wanted was to get out. Or get off of the feeling.

"T-thank you again, for your laptop." my eyes met his icy blue ones, as he only smiled. He didn't say anything, he just nodded and I fumbled with my fingers. "I'm sorry for Cody, he's a douche." he mumbles, making me smile. "That's true. He is mean and unfair." I agreed and my teacher nodded, bending down, so his lips were on my ear. A faint breath crashed against my ear, like a wave crashed against the cliffs.

"What are you doing to me, Roxy?" okay, no way in hell, that this was supposed to mean something non sexual. Also — Roxy. No one has called me that before. My heart was almost hammering against my chest and I don't dare to move, it was like he cast some kind of spell to me. Whatever it was, it felt good — forbidden, but good.

"I— I didn't do anything, Prof,"

"Call me Luke when we're alone." the sound of him begging was so submissive and good. It made my heart flutter and I felt so comforted somehow. My eyes fluttered shut and I gulped, playing nervously with the ring around my ring finger. Luke noticed it and chuckled, planting a soft kiss on my neck. He helped me get up from his desk and looked down at me.

"You do so much that affects me, sweetheart. The way you walk into this classroom and laugh, fucking talk. It doesn't matter what you're talking about, I'm turning to you and listen to you. You make me fucking crazy and I feel so fucked up for fantasizing about one of my students and it's so," I hushed him, with a peck on his lips and wide-eyed. Opening my mouth to say something, I couldn't form a sentence.

"I— Oh God, I— I have to go." with that, I gathered my stuff and literally ran out of the classroom. Of course I don't care about Luke in this moment, all I do is run through the corridors to my dorm, which is a one bed room. Thank God, I'm not sharing my room with anyone. The way I actually enjoyed that little peck on Luke's lips made me whine in frustration. There was this small sensation in my stomach, it was pulling downwards — right between my thighs.

A knock made me flinch and turn around. I had the door closed and looked at it with a horrific face expression. Another knock and I winced out of the stare, as I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, looking into a pair of icy blue eyes. Luke fucking Hemmings was right in front of me. Oh, I'm going to pass out.

"You forgot something." he tells me and I frown. What could I've possible forgot in this class and it couldn't wait for tomorrow? Luke stepped into my room closing the door and pushing me against it. "This." his lips land on mine, which made my heart nearly burst out of my chest. I whimpered, clinching onto Luke's golden mane. Dropping my bag, I wrapped my arms around him and enjoyed the feeling of his plump lips on mine.

The lips of my teacher, who's twenty-six and me, the student. Who's only stupid and eighteen. Of course I kiss him back, because I couldn't help it and like the way he was making me feel worthy of love. Or worthy of his love, which sounds stupid, but I still like to think that way.

"I can't get you out of my head, darling. Especially not after this." to be fair, I couldn't get him out of my head either. Instead, I just pulled him into my room and pushed him against the bed, to press my lips against his once again. His lips tasted like coffee and a bit of mint. His breath was shallow, almost as if he didn't wanted to breath, because I would let go or something like that.

"Luke." I mumbled against his lips, as I bit against his lower lip. He groaned and picked me up, only to turn me down on my bed. The sheets were cooling my body temperature down a bit, while my body was flaming hot. No matter what, even with Luke's sweet kisses, my body heat went crazy.

"Let me treat you the way you deserve, princess. Let me treat you like a lady." his whispers made me impatient and even though I'm still a virgin, I felt the sudden urge to give Luke my virginity, after all he's a man and knows what he's doing.

He's also my teacher, so I'll have to be careful.

I whimpered when I feel his hands on my waist, right under my shirt. Nevertheless I nodded, being ready for what Luke wanted me to give him. "Take it, Luke. Treat me like I'm yours." and the fact that I said this, made me even more dizzy. Luke smiled, taking me closer to his body. "You're so beautiful like this, darling. So, so pretty." with that, his warm fingers slid down the waistband of my pants. He undid it and throw it across the room.

The fact that Luke took his time with all this made me nearly cry under him. I know for a fact that he wouldn't just fuck me. Something was behind all of it, but I was too horny to care. His hands were soft, warm and even a bit sweaty, which meant that he was nervous as well. I smile through nervousness.

"I won't just take it yet, baby. A gentleman waits." his raspy voice made me blush. God, he could say anything and the chance would be very high, that I would be even wetter. My cheeks burned because of that stupid grin I had on my face. Luke licked his lips, looking at me, while he pulled my panties of my legs. His eyes were fucking focused on me.

Fuck, I was half naked in front of my teacher.

The teacher who's going to do stuff with me.

Unholy stuff.

"Where is that pretty mind of yours, love?" he whispered, pulling me even closer. His hands wandered to my bra, which he took off easily. His eyes traveled down my body and I swear to fucking God, I never felt so desired right now. Fingertips wandering over my skin, the goosebumps ran over me, like wildfire. Adrenaline shook through my body and all I wanted, was him to touch me like he needed to.

"Here. My mind is here." I whispered back, when Luke bites down onto his rosy lip. He looked so good while doing so. My hands traveled up to his shoulders, down to his shirt, which I started to unbutton. His tattoos suited him, they were really pretty on his pale skin. "It better stays the way. Need you to picture this into your mind, forever." with that, his lips started to work on me. Soft and light— until his kisses went south and that felt amazing.

"Luke— Oh my—" I couldn't say anything. It blew my mind, how a few kisses could leave me this speechless. My heart was jumping in my chest — no, it was hammering against my ribs and I felt it. It was almost painful. "Speechless, with just that? Sweet." I felt him smirking against my skin, as his lips wandered even more south, until he was on my inner thigh. My heart started beating faster, while his lips were so close to me. The next feeling was the most terrific feeling ever: Luke's tongue on me.

Moaning, I grabbed into his dark blonde curls, eyes rolling back and back arching to get more of this feeling. "Sweetheart, you're so fucking wet." he remarks, sliding his tongue into my slit, collecting all the wetness he caused. I bite my lip, my hips jerking slowly against his mouth. Luke pressed me against the mattress again, making me whimper in dissatisfaction.

"Please— I—I need more of it, Luke. Please!" my whimpers are pathetic. But Luke seemed to like it, which made me feel special. He's the first one, who came this close to me and he surely stay the first and last one. He dug his face deeper between my thighs, licking me like I'm some sort of ice cream, which felt absolutely amazing for the record.

"So untouched, fuck. Baby, you're a fucking treasure you know that?" he groans, right against my clit, making me moan and arch my back more, if that was possible. He slowly slid his finger into me, making me cry out on pleasure. "And all fucking mine, get it? You're mine, Roxanne." the way he spoke my name out. God, I'm so close.

"Luke—" I whimper, hearing his slow chuckle. "I know, baby. You're close. I feel it. Let it go for me. Cum, Roxy." he nearly begs, making my legs shake even fucking more. I hum in pleasure, sitting up so I can look at him. His blue eyes were darting into mine, as he finger fucked me to hell. I was all into him right now — his looks, his face, his hair. Every fucking thing.

I came. And I came pretty hard. It was my first ever orgasm, which felt fucking amazing, because I really felt like I was in heaven. "That's it. That's my good fucking girl." he softly says, watching me calm down slowly from the immense high I just got. My heart was still up to my ears and everything sounded like someone put his hands on my ears. I want this. I want Luke — in every way.

"Stay after class tomorrow, I'll show you even more, sweet girl." he grins, licking his lips, which had my taste on it, as he got up and buttoned his shirt back on. "I will, Professor Hemmings." biting my lips, I looked at him, while his blue eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw slowly. "Careful, princess. You might end up in trouble."

Oh, I gladly be in trouble…

[therealeagal]

RWBY - season 9

SO. A bit of a recap for you. Team RWBY et al - henceforth known as Team Good Guy - and Team Bad Guy fought in Atlas. James turned into a giant bag with which one douches. Stuff happened.

Then Team Good Guy uses the magic staff left by the gods to create a transit network to evacuate Atlas’ citizens. Then Cinder showed up and fought Team Good Guy and most of the them got knocked into an endless void. Except that instead of falling forever in an endless void, they instead ended up in the Ever After, a fairy tale inspired land somewhat analogous to Wonderland of Alice in Wonderland fame.

That was the end of season 8. Or volume 8 or whatever the fuck they call seasons.

Then Rooster Teeth sold out and put RWBY on Crunchyroll. Through uhhh...various means that are definitely legal stop asking questions I’m not on trial here this is a witch hunt! I have managed to procure viewership of the new season. Or volume. Or whatever the fuck.

So anyway, Ruby wakes up in the Ever After and meets a talk mouse named Little. Then I don’t really remember what happened next but Team RWBY is reunited and meet a talking cat called the Curious Cat who offers to guide them.

Also Neo is also in the Ever After, still after Ruby even though she has literally no good reason to be after Ruby.

Anyway, then middle middle middle, they go to the Red Palace and meet the Red Prince and play a board game with him where the rules make quite literally no sense, which is just as well because it’s just an excuse for an action scene.

Anyway, then middle middle middle and Jaune(!) shows up but he’s an old man now. Probably in his 50s or some shit. Why did Jaune get thrown into the past but all of Team RWBY were sent to the same time period?

Anyway, then Team RWBY and Jaune set out to Jaune’s village while Jaune exposits some and then they get caught in a “punderstorm”, a literal representation of their dilemma, viz a viz whether to trust Jaune or their new friend the Curious Cat.

Well, everyone except Blake and Yang, who are caught in their own punderstorm scenario representing their relationship. Any, middle middle middle, and Blake and Yang confess their love for eachother.

ZOMG! RWBY’S GONE WOKE! THESE ARE THE END TIMES! THE GAY AGENDA! WON’T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!1!!!1!!!1!!!!!

Ha. Just kidding. Insofar as I care for any romantic entanglements at all, I have no great objection to... Bumblebee wasn’t it? Shipping. The horror.

Just so long as we keep Sun far far FAR away, because the last thing we need is a damn love triangle. At least Adam had the good graces to die after he made a point of considering Yang a romantic rival, but he had an out; villains die easier than heroes and Adam’s story had pretty much run its course anyway.

Unless Sun has a climactic duel with like, Tyrian or Cinder (although probably not Cinder because she was the one who had a climactic duel with Pyrrha and that would just be a rehash) I don’t foresee him ever dying.

So anyway, Bumblebee. I’m sure someone is happy, so I’m happy for them.

Then Team RWBY and Jaune go to a village where a bunch of paper starfish are trying to kill themselves so that they can go back to the Great Tree, which is something that the denizens of Ever After do naturally apparently, but Jaune’s gone crazy and won’t let them.

Then a bunch of monsters created by Neo show up and there’s an action scene and then Ruby has PTSD and then the fight’s over and a dam breaks and floods the village and kills all the paper starfishes (but that’s a good thing, so yay?). Then Ruby has a freakout.

Then Jaune freaks out too. Then Ruby bails and end of episode. And now we’re all caught up.

Interesting stuff. I truly hope Neo dies before this season is over, because she stopped being relevant back in like, season 3. When Roman died. Now she’s just stealing screen time from more relevant villains. I mean, maybe not Cinder, because Cinder is overexposed and kinda annoying. On the other hand, she’s overdue for her own climactic death in a mano e mano with Ruby. And there’s still Tyrian. Maybe Jaun goes down in a heroic sacrifice, taking Tyrian with him. I don’t know, just throwing out ideas.

[jalapenobee]

What I feel for you

“Gotta go fast.”

That’s what Lance whispered to himself whenever he, well, has to go fast. Like now. The coffee shop down the street from the recording studio was about to close, and running was the only way he could make it there in time. Otherwise, he’d have to walk an extra three blocks for some gritty coffee and arrive late at the studio. Walking wasn’t an option here.

After a minute of running in the cold, Lance finally reached it - Vrepit Sal. Pretty new coffee shop, opened just a tad over three months ago. Regardless, Lance couldn’t imagine going anywhere else for a “hot cup of joe.”

Lance peered inside the foggy window at the counter inside. The sign said open, but the interior said otherwise. Even though the lights were on, no one seemed to be at the counter.

Until someone walked out from the door to the kitchen with a small crate, and Lance decided this was the perfect time to make an entrance.

The door’s tiny bell dinged as Lance pushed it open, mixing the frosty outside air with the warm aura inside. He grinned at the young man behind the counter, still holding the crate and an unamused expression.

“Sir, you do realize we’re closed right now?”

Lance sauntered right up to the counter and leaned half his body on it. “No, you’re not. The sign says open, the lights are on, and you’re still in here.” Lance reached over and flicked the guy’s lopsided name tag. Keith, it said. “That doesn’t seem very closed to me.”

Keith flicked away Lance’s hand and set the crate next to him on the counter. “Nobody asked you. And who gave you the right to touch my name tag?”

“I’m sure you don’t mind. I’m a celebrity, you know. Most people would be dying for me to flick their name tag, Keith.” Lance let the worker’s name slip off his tongue like a water droplet off a leaf.

“Well, I’m not like most people. And who made you a so-called celebrity?”

“What do you mean? I’m like, only the most popular singer around here! I’ve done a bunch of collabs and stuff! Come on, Lance McClain? You can’t tell me you’ve never heard of me.”

Keith looked him dead in the eye. “I have never once heard of you.”

“You seriously don’t know who I am?” Geez, this guy must live under a rock.

“Yeah, you’re the douche that comes in two minutes before we’re about to close.”

Lance sighed. There was no getting around this guy. “Can I just get something to drink? I’m on a tight schedule.”

Rolling his eyes and picking up the crate, Keith proceeded to ask Lance his order and begin making it. Flat white with oat milk. Along with Lance playing one of his songs from his phone. As proof he was a “celebrity.”

Do you think of me? Late at night, when the phones are off,

Do you smile at the thought of me? Like I do for you when we talk,

Do you ever wonder what I mean? Cause letters can’t get across,

Lance’s two voices-recorded and live in the shop-was paired with a monotone, mumbling one. “What I feel for you.”

Lance snapped his head up at Keith, who claimed to not know who he was, but knows the lyrics to his song. “Say what now?”

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“No, no, no. You were saying the lyrics!” Lance fumbling with his phone, hitting the pause button and focusing his attention on Keith.

“No I didn’t. You’re delusional.”

“Come on! We had a bonding moment! We were singing together!”

“Nope. Don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”

Lance sighed in defeat. “You’re impossible, you know that Keith?”

“Yup.”

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