#I said in the car something along the lines of how im pretty sure im having those dreams becauseZ

[flowermist7432]

Recently for a few months, ive been having dreams about going out and getting food. Just leaving my house and often the food in question im looking for is cake. But i usually can never find or get what i am looking for and I wake up hungry!

So yesterday my sister took me out to the store and I realized I was no only an adult man, my abuser absent at home and also I had a gift card with 13 dollars on it...

Maybe life CAN be dream,,,

[taintedcigs]

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER THREE: I’LL SWIM DOWN, WOULD YOU?

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✦ summary: in which eddie takes you for a trip down memory lane. (wc: 6.7k+)

✦ warnings — ANGSTANGSTANGST, fluff!, pining and slowburn, strong language!, mentions of alc*hol and drg use and a toxic/ab*sive relationship, reader is sad but also mad </3, mention of bruises from an ab*sive relationship (in the past)

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — im so glad you guys are liking this series !! feel free to chat with me in the asks and sorry for the cliffhanger >:( also not proof-read pls ignore mistakes!! and sorry for the twisted sister slander eddie said it not me!

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It was late, really fucking late. Something you missed noticing while you were taking your supposed one hour sobbing nap. 

Your gaze gravitated toward the window, fingers fluttering to adjust the comfortable, frilly black dress you had casually slipped into moments earlier. But now, it made you feel stupid, like you were trying too hard, your mind was telling you that no matter which pretty dress you chose, he’d never want you. 

He wanted her now.

Your attention diverted toward the glove compartment, fighting the urge to yank it open, wishing those The Cure tapes could fall on your lap now. 

The uncomfortable silence between the two of you was starting to sink in now, accompanied by the Beastie Boys blasting through Eddie’s speakers. And you knew he was doing it on purpose because he knew you couldn’t resist, automatically making you hum along to it while he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel, the two of you perfectly in sync with the beat, and it shouldn’t bring such a silly smile to your face, but it does. 

“So, uh…” He started off, eyes still on the road, he couldn’t afford to look at you, you looked breathtakingly pretty; the soft glow of the dashboard light highlighted your features, and with that goddamn black dress on you, Eddie was sure he was fully enamored by you.

“I’m–I’m sorry about the whole Chrissy thing,” He muttered, gaze avoiding yours. “It just kind of happened, but–she changed, she really changed.” 

“She–she told me how sorry she was about the whole Billy thing,” You gulped physically at the name, biting your lips nervously.

It didn’t fucking matter how sorry she was now, Chrissy was supposed to be your friend. You already had a hard time trusting people but you gave Chrissy that chance, you opened your heart to her, and you let her in, but she decided to stomp on it and chewed your trust in the cruelest way possible.

“I would’ve never talked to her if she hadn’t.” He avoided your gaze again.

“Cool… and you gathered that in what? A week?” You muttered angrily. 

Eddie fell silent at that, he didn’t know what to say next, he knew he was in the wrong, and he was desperate to fix it now.

“No, no I– just,” he sighed. “I don’t want to talk about this, Eddie,” you snapped, head turning towards the view of the window, lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line in an attempt to hold the words you wanted to say. 

You’re jealous—so incredibly jealous that it seeps through your skin. You wonder if he can tell, if he can see through you like he always did. 

“We’re not together,” He muttered embarrassedly. Chrissy seemed nice, but Eddie knew that she wasn’t you. Sure, Chrissy was pretty, but her face couldn’t make the gloomiest person in the world grin like yours did. And she was funny, but she could never make him nearly choke on his drink the way you always did. And he knew she could never, ever make him feel in a way you did. 

He was acutely aware of how awful that sounded, but he wasn’t trying to use her in any way; he was just trying to move on, but with you here, it was fucking impossible. You would always be his priority. No matter what happened between the two of you, if you even so much as glanced his way, he'd drop everything and come running. And that’s what scared him, that’s what made him act so unlike him toward you today because it was terrifying how much he truly wanted you.

You glared at him now, a second warning to shut him up, and he was quick to press his lips tight together. 

He huffed. “Look, how about we just… start over?” You finally plucked up the courage to face him again. With the warm breeze of summer nights in Hawkins having its full effect as it rustled through the open car windows, you could see his hopeful eyes.  

“Let’s just put it all behind us, you know… wipe the slate clean.” Your interest peaked with that; both of you had fucked up already, and if there was any way to survive the next five days with him and not be a burden to both Jonathan and Nancy, this was the perfect solution.

“Because I really don’t want us to have this weirdness over this whole wedding weekend- uhh… five day thing.” Shit. Was he actually reading your mind?

“Me neither.” You agreed in a mumble.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked with that pretty grin stuck on his lips. God, it was infectious, and his hopeful question fluttered your heart, you could feel yourself soften. Maybe this could work.

“So, uh- can we be… civil?” His voice was wavering, visibly nervous. 

You could put the whole Chrissy thing behind you for now, couldn’t you? At least until your next inevitable encounter with her. Maybe that was selfish, but you wanted to spend time with him; you wanted him all for yourself, just for a few hours, without any third person meddling their way in, so you nodded furiously. 

“Friends?” He offered, his hand extending to shake yours.

And even though that word fucking hurt, that’s all you could afford with him, too. You didn’t want to reopen the old wounds, at least not yet, and you were more than ready to settle for being friends with him for now. If it meant you could talk to him or be near him, you would do anything.

“Friends.” You agreed, hand harshly shaking his as you squinted your eyes jokingly. 

“They talked some sense into you, didn’t they?” You squinted.

“Nancy?” You asked with a slight smirk.

“Dustin and Jonathan, actually.”

“Dustin told me I was in the wrong with the whole Chrissy thing,” Eddie muttered as he stole a glance at you before he focused on the road again.  You fought hard to shrug off the smug smile on your lips; just the image of both Dustin and Jonathan telling Eddie off filled you with glee. “I swear that little shit is more mature than any of us.” You added.

“Don’t I know it?” He breathed, making you giggle. 

“So, where exactly are we headed to? Because I’m tired of seeing trees everywhere, and I’m starting to think you’re going to kidnap me.” You muttered with a narrowed gaze, attempting to ease the tension.

“You can’t tell?” He huffed, a little smile tugging at his lips at your joke. 

“Nuh-uh.” 

“You’re getting rusty, sweetheart.” You scoffed at that, eyeing the road quickly so you could tell him off. 

Once he passed by Mirkwood, you knew exactly where he was headed. A squeal escaped your lips childishly. “Oh my god!” 

The community pool. 

The two of you had snuck in at least a hundred times before. Even Chief Hopper had gotten tired of dragging both of your drunk asses off the pool. 

He couldn’t help the way his lips fully etched into a grin now, he had missed that genuine smile on your face and that childish squeal. 

“Eddie!” You squealed again when he finally neared, mouth stood agape. 

“Are we going in?” You asked excitedly. It was boggling your mind how quickly he melted your defenses. 

Before letting him nod, you spoke up again. “Ahh, shit! If I had known, I’d put on a bathing suit,” you huffed, causing Eddie to snort lightly. 

Your eyes drifted toward his features now; he looked… so happy, and that goddamn grin on his lips—why did he have to be so pretty? 

“What?” You muttered, feeling almost shy under his gaze now. 

He used to look at you like that a lot, like you meant something to him, like you were the most important thing in his life. And it felt so good to have that back, to see those deep brown eyes glimmer again.

There was another deep pause, as if he were debating whether or not he should let you know how much it truly meant that you were here. How much he had missed you. How much he missed that graceful curve of your lips as it stretched to a sugary smile, missed the way your eyes sparkled childishly when something excited you. 

“Nothing… uh- I just... I’m glad that-uhh you’re back,” he muttered, shaking his head, a strand of curly hair falling on his forehead.

He wanted nothing more than to feel just a graze of your touch, he had wanted to wrap his arms around your frame the whole day; he wanted you to sweep his curls off his forehead as you threw him a giggle, that angelic sound filling the space. 

And oh, how he missed your presence. He missed the way you filled the space around him, filling him with warmth and making him feel alive. But his thoughts remained unspoken; instead, he settled for a simple, “I missed you.” 

He held your gaze, tracing the contours of your face and memorizing every feature; he wanted each and every part of you etched into his brain, just because he didn’t know if you would leave again; he couldn’t handle forgetting your features, not again.

“I missed you, too,” you murmured, voice low when you could barely let the words out. There was a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability he only showed through it, and you returned it.

That impalpable silence was interrupted as he shook his head. “Let’s go, before you start getting in your head about getting in the pool with your clothes,” he teased, parking the car before he rushed off to your side. 

“M’lady,” He bowed dramatically when he opened the door for you, extending his hand, you took it with a giggle. “Such a gentleman!” You exclaimed, hands shaky when his grazed against yours. 

If Nancy and Jonathan could see the two of you now, their heads would probably explode, considering how both of you had been fluctuating between hot and cold the entire day.

“How are we even gonna get in?” You asked with a shrug, trying to keep up with him. 

He looked at you like he took offense to your question. “The old way, duh.” He shrugged carelessly, before he led the way. 

As you approached the silver metal fence, your heart skipped a beat, it had been so long since you had last done this, and when it loomed before you now, you had to physically gulp. “You scared or somethin’?” Eddie whispered in your ear with a sly grin, making you slightly jump. “N-no,” You muttered. 

"Then, do you wanna do the honors, sweetheart?” He asked with a wink, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. With a deep inhale you nodded, placing your hands on the cold, textured metal of the fence. Once you fully braced yourself, Eddie hoisted you with a strong push, you probably would’ve been more anxious if you weren’t distracted by the fact that Eddie’s calloused hands were grazing against your waist. 

You cursed at the loss of touch when you made it to the top, and with a disappointed sigh, you swung your leg over the fence, carefully climbing down to the other side. 

You watched him almost jump over it with no hesitation, and now you were concerned with how much this had turned you on. Shit, shit, shit. Why did he have to be so fucking attractive in everything he did?

“Jesus Christ, you’d think they would’ve made this more secure by now,” you muttered with a giggle in an attempt to shut up your dirty thoughts about him, hands stretching out to dust your dress off before you followed him toward the pool. 

The poolside area was the first thing that caught your attention. Maybe it was the stupid deja-vu but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by everything. The pool lights created a cool ambiance that was kissed by the moonlight cascading on them. Each ripple of the water’s surface carried around the awful scent of sunscreen and chlorine; each sight of this goddamn place took you down memory lane. 

“You want one?” Eddie’s voice caught your attention when he plopped into an empty lounge chair, his hand fishing out a poorly rolled joint—which was probably just squished from being in his pocket all day.  

You nodded, mind still spiraling from the fact that you were here, with him. “Our spot, remember?” He muttered, hand signaling toward his side so you could sit down next to him. 

You hummed in agreement, before you shyly sat down next to him. “Here, let me.” You muttered, pulling the dragon lighter from the pocket of your jacket. 

His eyes almost widened again at the sight of that lighter, a tense silence overtook the space while you helped him light the joint sitting on his lips. “Uhh, t-thanks,” He muttered awkwardly. 

The two of you basked in that uncomfortable silence before Eddie finally turned toward you. “Is it just me or does this feel fuckin’ awkward again?” He took another long drag from the joint, breathing out before he turned to pass it to you, a nervous look crossing his features. 

And it makes you feel comfortable, that nervous breath you were holding in for so long finally slips out. “Thank god, because I thought I was goin’ crazy,” You murmured, happily accepting the joint as you placed it on your lips. 

“I-I just… I know a lot of shit happened between us, and I know we can’t fully pretend it never happened, but, this… this feels so nice.” You admit, gaze avoiding him. 

“It’s like, we used to have so much fun, we could do all this crazy shit and not give a single fuck. Do you even remember how many times Hopper escorted us out of here?” You asked with a slight smirk.

Eddie bit back on his tongue, he wanted to tell you that it was your fault. Wanted to remind you that the two of you could have been having fun all this time if you hadn’t just left him like that. 

But a clean slate is what he promised you, even though it was so fucking hard not to be bitter when he knew how much it hurt, because you had no clue how much you leaving him did a number on him. He had to pick on his own wounds, just so he wouldn’t reopen yours, just so you would talk to him again. 

He shook his head with a slight chuckle. “He really hated us, didn’t he?” 

“Oh, totally,” You muttered, head falling more toward his direction with a giggle. “Do you remember that time he chased us around here?” You almost gasped at the memory. 

“Shit!” He joined in on your laughter; his eyes met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. “How could I fucking forget?” He coughed out the drag he was holding in. 

"His stupid hat fell in the water," He recalled with a mischievous glint in his eyes, you giggled again leaning in closer, shoulders brushed against his, and both of your chuckles intertwined now. Once you finally caught your breath, you spoke up again "and he tried to get it. And then, oh my god..." You paused for dramatic effect, biting your lip to hold back more laughter.

"He slipped," he continued, with another chuckle, "face first into the pool!" Your laughter erupted louder as the memory replayed in your minds. And it felt so nice to have that genuine bond again. It gave you this sort of hope that whatever the two of you had, maybe it could withstand you leaving him; maybe it could withstand Chrissy, and the time and distance spent apart. 

And you so wanted to believe it, because this had genuinely been the happiest the two of you had ever been in the last five years.

Once both of your laughter died off, you took a deep breath, hand reaching out for the joint as you tapped on his fingers to pass it to you. You sucked on it until it numbed your mind, causing you to break the comfortable silence with your train of thought. “I still can’t believe they are getting married,” You breathed.

“Hmmm?” Eddie responded carelessly.

"I mean, I know they're literally like soulmates," you continued, "and I always knew they'd eventually get married. But isn't it too soon? Aren't we still too young for all of this?"

Eddie turned his gaze toward you, looking at you with his brows pinched together. "Why wait?" He asked, curiosity took over his features as he studied your face.

“If you have met the ‘love of your life’ and all that bullshit, and you knew you’d want to spend the rest of your life with them…” You shifted your position, propping yourself up on one elbow to look at him more closely. “Wouldn’t you want to do that as soon as possible?” 

You considered his words for a moment before you spoke. “But how could anyone be… sure?” A hint of uncertainty was wavering in your tone. 

“What if they wake up one day and decide they're not in love anymore? Or they suddenly want completely different things in life? Or, oh god, what if they betray each other?"

His brows pinched together. “Oh, Pinky…” He shook his head.

“What?” You asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

“You still do that?” Eddie asked disapprovingly.

“Do what?” You retorted, sounding slightly defensive.

“You don’t trust anyone or anything, just so you don't get hurt,” he muttered.

“You nitpick every single part of something good... always trying to sabotage it because you’d rather ruin it than lose it,” Eddie explained with a concerned look on his face, and you hated it. You hated that he knew you so well, that he knew you by heart.  

“I do not do that!” You protested.

“Are you actually gonna tell me you never did that?” He gently prodded, tilting his head slightly as he regarded you with an all-knowing look.

You hesitated, your defenses crumbling just a bit. “Okay, maybe like one time, Munson,” you admitted with a reluctant squint of your eyes.

“You’re so afraid of losing something you love that you refuse to love anything,” He muttered, not realizing his concern had hit a nerve.

“But it doesn’t work like that. Love is not supposed to be that complicated.” He continued with a whisper, your gaze drifting away as you fiddled with your fingers, because he was right. 

“Why do you assume being loved by someone would ever be so hard?” Eddie realized he had truly hit a nerve and immediately regretted it. He could see the pain flash in your eyes—that familiar hurt you carried with you. You shook it off—a defense mechanism you had perfected over the years.

You found it too difficult to believe that someone could ever truly love you. And he knew that; he hated that he couldn’t tell you how much he loved every fucking part of you and how much he loved you for being you. You didn’t need to try for him; you didn’t need to do anything. You could just exist, and he’d still love you. But he couldn’t tell you that, not when you had left him. 

And he knew he couldn’t apologize for his words because you’d just brush it off, you’d just close off on him more and more, and he didn’t want to ruin this in any way. 

Desperate to shift the mood, Eddie changed the subject, opting for a game of questions just so he could distract you. By the time the two of you had started passing around the second joint and had gotten over thousands of questions, you were seated near the pool now, knees grazing each other as your feet dangled into the water.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you initiated the next question, “Favorite color?” You asked with a soft giggle.

Eddie responded with a playful tilt of his head, "That has to be the lamest question, ever," he quipped.

You gasped animatedly, pretending to be offended by his comment. "Oh, really?"

"Well then, Munson, do you have a better one up your sleeve?" Your eyes squinted in a playful challenge.

Eddie, puffed out his cheeks as he wrestled with his thoughts to come up with a question. After a moment, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. “I’ve got one,” He muttered playfully.  

 “Saddest song you’ve ever heard?” Eddie inquired.

You let out a groan of mock exasperation, your shoulders slumping dramatically. "Oh, come on! How am I supposed to answer that?"

Eddie leaned back casually on his elbows. "Well, I already have mine," he shrugged.

“Really?” You huffed, “I need like an hour,” You muttered, causing Eddie to give you a look.

“Okay, fine, fine!” You sighed audibly, racking your brain.

“Oh, oh!” You shot up quickly, splashing your feet in the water, when you finally thought of something, “can I name two?” Eddie raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Two? Now you've got my attention, princess." He winked teasingly.

You leaned back on your elbows. "Uhhh… Here Comes a Regular or… Wango Tango."

Eddie couldn't help but snort at the unexpected combination. "What?" he chuckled. “I can understand Here Comes a Regular, but Wango Tango? Really?” He gave you that puzzled look again. 

“Okay, okay, before you judge!” You squinted your eyes. “Hear me out, because it has a story.” You said. 

“I don’t know if I should tell you this,” you admitted, noticing Eddie's raised eyebrows and intensified curiosity.

“What? Why?” He questioned. “Because I never told you about this before, and I feel like it’s just gonna drag our mood down,” you murmured, biting your lip nervously, as Eddie’s eagerness peaked further.

“Are you kidding? You absolutely have to tell me now!” Eddie demanded softly.  

“I mean, are you sure? It’s just a stupid story, and I don’t even know if it matters now—” You began to waver, failing to notice the intensity of Eddie's interest.

“Pinky, please.” He interrupted with a tilt of his head, his voice filled with an urgency to know. You nodded hesitantly.

"So, uhh, you remember how he used to uhh- drove me and Max to school every week?" He nodded, his muscles tensing as he understood who you were referring to. “I think it was another tough week for him, and we had already been fighting a lot," you began, tone laced with a hint of exasperation.

"I think that’s why he was on the edge again, like he was ready to explode at any moment," you continued, gaze avoiding him and fixed on the shimmering water of the pool.  "W-we were in the car, and you- you were driving like two cars in front of us.” Your eyes squinted as you recalled the details animatedly, and Eddie listened curiously, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of emotions.

“I think that like ticked him off or somethin’.” You shrugged, your voice wavering. “He started going on and on about you and he was already mad about us hanging out too much,” you stuttered and Eddie's jaw clenched as he listened, his eyes flashing with anger on your behalf.

“He threw me a look that I knew was nothing but trouble," you huffed with an ironic chuckle, but Eddie's expression remained stern, and you were starting to realize how dumb of a decision telling this story was, but it was too late now. 

“So then he, uhh- he started laughing all weirdly and following you, and I could just feel my blood boil, you know?” You went on, your eyes narrowing at the memory.

"I was telling him to stop, uhh, repeatedly, but he just… he just ignored me and sang that stupid song, tapping along to the rhythm.” Your lips curled with disgust at the thought.

“And oh god, Max just sunk into her seat, and that just made me go absolutely insane, Eddie!” 

“He was getting so close to you, like so close. And I-I knew you had no clue because I knew how loud you liked listening to your music in Aurora,” you muttered with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood, but Eddie didn’t focus on your joke; he could feel his insides burning with that familiar rage and the need to protect you.

“I don’t- I don’t even know what came over me, and I-I just drove the car off the road." You breathed. “And I know that’s… that’s horrible because Max was there too but I had no other idea and I was scared,” you admitted, biting your lips to hold all of your emotions inside of you as you took a deep breath.

“And I wanted to keep you safe,” you murmured, and Eddie’s heart almost stopped at that. The guilt of you being hurt because of him weighed in on him now. And he wanted nothing more than to go back in time and beat the shit out of that douchebag, again.  

“And I just remember that look on Max’s face… that pure terror, and while all of that was happening… fucking Wango Tango was playing.” You couldn’t help the exasperated chuckle that left your lips. 

You finally looked up at Eddie again, realizing how much you had unloaded on him. "What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

“H-he did what?” He stuttered in fury; you could see it in the way he scrunched his brows together.  

“Shit… I don’t know what I was thinking; I really shouldn’t have told you this when we were having a good time-” You shook your head, sighing. “I just… right before I left Nancy’s, I-I saw that Camaro and that song has been stuck in my mind and it’s the first thing I could think of." You rambled quickly; you had never opened up this much about Billy before, and you were starting to regret it because you didn’t want him to pity you. 

“God, I must sound so annoying but I swear I’m not saying any of this to make you pity me or anything-”

“No, no, that’s not it.” He interrupted with a shake of his head. “I would never think that, are you kidding?” His hand sat on your knee for reassurance.

“No… no, I just wish... Why didn’t you just tell me?” He spoke to you in a gentle tone, but you could see his jaw clench. 

“I-I don’t know, I was scared, Eddie, and I didn’t want to drag you into my bullshit,” You murmured, gulping when you looked down at his fingertips gently caressing your skin. Your emotions were all over the place, his one touch just calmed you down, all of your worries vanishing in mere seconds. 

“Are you kidding?” He asked softly. “I-If I had known, I would’ve done something a lot sooner, Pinky, I used to think he was just a shitty boyfriend, If I had known how he was-I swear, I swear, I would’ve never let him hurt you.” His voice was desperate as he leaned in closer, gaze never leaving yours. 

“I should’ve fuckin’ known,” he mumbled under his breath, he wanted to punch himself for not seeing it quicker, not seeing him sucking the light out of you, the way you flinched around him, and, oh god, the random bruises. 

He was stupid. So fucking stupid. 

“Don’t say that!” You protested. “I was the one who kept it a secret, it’s not your fault, in any way,” you muttered, your thigh grazing against his.

“Eddie, you quite literally saved me,” you whispered, a graceful smile adorning your lips.

His eyes drifted toward you again, gaze locking with yours.

“Look, I don’t give a shit what happens between us, you can always, always tell me anything, okay? Any fucking thing.” Eddie reassured, with a soft tone.

You nodded, the smile that formed on your face was genuine, you really appreciated each of his words. Whatever happened between the two of you didn’t matter—Chrissy, you leaving him in LA, the fight at Nancy's—none of it fucking mattered. Eddie was still here for you, and you were going to do everything you could to make sure you wouldn’t lose him ever again. 

"Anything?" you asked, seeking confirmation. Eddie didn't hesitate. He nodded in affirmation, his gaze soft and unwavering. "Anything."

“Oh, good! Because I’ve been dying to let you know how much of a dork you look like in your own band’s shirt,” you said with a slight smirk playing on your face.  

Eddie raised his brows gleefully, and a grin overtook his features once again. "Oh, I'm so getting you for that one," he muttered, his fingers quick to graze against your sides. Once you realized what he was up to, you tried to get away, but it was too late. 

He started tickling you relentlessly while you squirmed and wriggled under his touch, trying to catch your breath between giggles. 

"Okay, wait—stop, stop!" You managed to speak, your voice coming out in gasps as you pleaded for a momentary break. Eddie finally relented, his fingers retreating as you caught your breath.

"You still haven't told me yours!" you exclaimed between your chuckles, trying to catch your breath and eager to distract him from tickling you again.

“Ahh shit,” he muttered with a chuckle. “Now I really don’t want to tell you mine, because it’s gonna sound so petty and childish.”

“Nuh-uh!” You protested. “You absolutely have to after all the shit I told you!” You encouraged. 

“Fine,” he muttered. “Leader of the Pack by Twisted Sisters,” he huffed, his face souring.

“What? Why?” You asked with a baffled look.

“Because, I waited for that album for two years, and the moment I listened to that song, I wanted to die.” His hand daggered through his chest dramatically, making you huff.

“A bit dramatic, don't you think?” Your brows pinched together playfully.

“No, I'm serious Pinky. That album was pure garbage, I swear I got teary over it.” You giggled slightly.

“No, but I love that!” you exclaimed, your eyes lighting up immediately.

“Love what? That awful song?” He asked with a scoff.

“No, you dumbass,” you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically at him.

“I love that a record can make you feel so many different emotions, you know?” you mused. “Anyone can listen to it, and they can have so many different stories, it’s super fascinating to me.”

Your gaze shifted toward the pool’s rippling water. “That’s one of the things I love about working in a record shop—people have so many different stories and feelings regarding music and it’s just..." You muttered. “I don’t know I think it’s great that just one thing can make everyone feel something different, it’s like a secret language that speaks uniquely to everyone, you know?”

Eddie nodded, leaning closer to you now. “That is kinda… inspiring,” Eddie hummed as he pondered for a minute, and that piqued your curiosity. “Hold on a second,” he said, holding up a finger as you watched him reach into his pocket.

A worn notebook was sprawled on his lap, and once you leaned closer, you realized it was the ‘promise’ notebook. Your eyes widened as you tried to catch a glimpse of what he was scribbling inside. "What are you doing?" you asked, a mischievous giggle escaping your lips, but he playfully blocked your view.

"That's going in the notebook!" he exclaimed, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. 

“Nuh-uh,” you disapproved. “That was so lame.” You shook your head embarrassedly.

"No, it was quite touching, actually," Eddie replied with his head still buried in the notebook.

“So you just write down everything like that?” You asked with your head tilted.

“Pretty much,” he shrugged. “I just scribble down anything that feels important to me.” A smile etched on your lips at that. 

“And then sometimes, if I’m lucky, and I mean very very lucky, these thousand notes can turn into a song,” he hummed excitedly.

“Can I see them?” You asked with a hopeful look.

“No way!” He chuckled.

“What?” You exclaimed. “I should be like the only person who has access to that!” You huffed with your arms crossed across your chest.

“And why would that be, princess?” He pinched his brows together, teasing you.

“Uh, maybe because I gave you that notebook, asshole?” You retorted animatedly, teasing him back. 

He contemplated for a moment before he spoke. “Okay, how about this…” He mocked a thinking face, piquing your curiosity. “You go in the water with me… and I’ll give you a note,” he offered. 

Your gaze drifted toward the cold water. You always hated going to the pool without your bathing suit, and he knew that, but you so wanted those notes. 

“Just one?” You squinted your gaze. 

Eddie sighed dramatically. "Fine, I can give you one paper with notes on both sides," he conceded. You nodded frantically. “Deal!” You exclaimed, holding out your hand for him to shake it. 

“But one more thing,” He spoke up again causing you to groan. “You can only read it once you get home,” he mute. 

“Fine, is that all of your conditions, Munson?” you quipped, arching an eyebrow.  He mocked a thinking face again. “Pretty much, yeah,” he replied with a sly smirk.

“Okay, okay. Then I’ll go in the pool with you.” 

“You promise?” 

“Yeah,” you muttered. 

“Pinky promise?” He asked with a grin, and you rolled your eyes. Elbowing him playfully at his joke “Jerk,” you muttered under your breath. 

“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice low. “What?” You inquired.

“Close your eyes so I can pick a note, and put it in your pocket.” He shrugged, and you obliged with a huff. 

You could hear him whipping through the notes, cursing as he debated which one he wanted you to see. 

“Your eyes still closed?” He asked, his voice still gentle. You nodded with a huff, trying to appear annoyed when your excitement was building with each passing second.

“‘Kay,” he mumbled, and you could feel his hands grazing you as he stuffed the note in the pocket of your jacket. 

“You can open them,” he said as soon as he was finished. 

“All done?” You muttered, cheeks still embarrassingly heating after you just felt a graze of his touch. He nodded with a grin. 

“Now it’s your turn,” he teased, fingers pointing toward the pool. 

Giving him an annoyed glare, you sucked in a shuddering breath. You glanced around at the pool again, the illuminating lights created a cosy atmosphere that truly warmed you, but you knew the chilly water would give you a rude awakening. 

Your trembling fingers slid your coat off your shoulders, tossing it aside as your feet splashed around the water. It was cold, and you looked back at Eddie with a pout. “We’re going to catch a cold,” you whined. 

Eddie huffed in mock annoyance, his impatience evident. "For the love of God, just go in," he exclaimed. You faced the pool again, feet still swishing around in the water. The more time you took, the closer you could feel Eddie’s silhouette behind you, and you knew if you didn’t go in soon, he was going to intervene. 

Your fingers fiddled nervously with the hem of your dress as you contemplated your decision once again. But before you could make up your mind, a sudden and unexpected push from Eddie left you in shock. Without warning, you were propelled dramatically into the pool, the water enveloping you with a cold, exhilarating rush. You emerged almost as soon as you fell in, sputtering and laughing, your dress clinging to your body and your hair plastered to your face.

“You asshole! I knew you would do that,” you exclaimed with a chuckle. 

You dived in once, fixing your hair after you emerged again. Your head tilting to see that sly smirk on his lips. “Jerk,” you muttered again. 

“Oh, you’ll live,” he mocked.

You extended your hand toward him with a pout, and he had a baffled look on his face. “Help me up, please,” you whined, shaking your hand further to convince him, but he could see that mischievous glint in your eyes.

Eddie squinted at you playfully, his head cocked in mock suspicion. “You think I’m fallin’ for that?” Your scoff only elicited a roll of his eyes. “You pushed me in, dumbass! The least you could do is pull me up." You protested, your hand waving in the air, waiting for him to fall into your trap. 

“Nah,” he shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at his lips. You continued to whine, your hand still reaching out to him.

“Eddie, I’m serious, it’s super cold, and this dress is suffocating me!” You argued, the slight desperation in your voice making him feel for you. Eddie hesitated for a moment. That soft, innocent look in your eyes and the sweet pout on your lips were more than enough to convince him. If only he weren't as hopelessly infatuated with you, he might have resisted longer.

With a deep sigh, he extended his hand toward yours, taking it in a firm grip. “Fine, but if you try to pull me down, I swear to god-”

Before he could finish his threat, you swiftly pulled him toward you, yanking him off balance and into the water with a resounding splash.

Giggles erupted from your lips. “Too late!” you declared triumphantly, a wide grin adorning your face.

As you watched him resurface, he gave his head a good shake, water droplets flew around as his chuckles filled the air, and he couldn't help but praise you with a playful smirk. “You're good,” he admitted, the characteristic dimples on his cheeks making an appearance. You returned his compliment with a warm smile. “I know.”

Eddie felt dizzy; a flood of feelings hit him all at once when he looked at you again. He tried to divert his eyes away from you—from your smooth skin, from the sweet curve of your lips, from the way your brows pinched together when you giggled so sweetly. But he couldn’t.

Those innocent, big eyes that had a slight bit of mischievous glint in them—the way you fluttered your eyelashes at him whenever you teased him—it was all too fucking much for him.

Don’t look at her, Eddie. He tried to remind himself, but it was useless.

God, you really were beautiful. 

He shouldn’t be any closer to you, but he couldn’t fucking help it. 

When he swam closer, the laughter in the air had fully died down; there was only tension—so much tension that you could hear your own heart rate picking up. 

The water around you seemed to shimmer the closer he got to you, caging you between him and the edge of the pool. You gulped physically when you felt the concrete hit your back; he had you cornered. 

Each second stretched into hours now, and all the two of you did was gaze into each other's eyes, speaking a language without any words being spoken. 

He couldn’t help it when his gaze drooped down to your glossy lips, they looked so kissable that Eddie was about to lose his mind. You opened your mouth to speak but it was of no use, no words dared to come out of it. 

You watched in awe as his hands grazed against your cheek first, then he tucked that one strand of hair behind your ears. You could feel his breath fanning against your cheeks—that same speechless expression on his face that mirrored yours.  

Eddie was sure you had this unexplainable, tight hold on his heart. He had never, ever felt so completely possessed by someone before. You completely invaded his mind in a way that he struggled to put into words.

His calloused hands hooked behind your back as he inched you a little bit closer.  Your heart was pounding inside your ribcage, and your eyes were following his every movement. The second his forehead came to rest against yours, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Look at me.” He whispered all huskily, and you were sure you had never heard him filled with this much desire.  

You didn’t dare to open your eyes, standing still and even afraid to let out that gasp you’ve been holding on to for far too long. 

Was this all real?

Was he actually going to kiss you?

[hyuckilstan]

Make it up to you -P.Sh

Pairing!— Seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre!— Angst, smut, fluff if you squint?

warnings!— cunnilingus, protected sex, a whole lot of apologizing and petnames, make-up sex but its soft, possessiveness more like over protectiveness, kinda toxic ngl.

Summary!— Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.

Wc!— 2.1+k words

a/n!— oka I’m back lol and I thought why not make my comeback with a hwa fic (also there might be some typos idk 💀)

☽·Masterlist·☾

Right now, You’re fucking done with everything.

You’re done with Seonghwa, your boyfriend, you’re done with yourself, heck you feel like you’re done with the relationship.

“I can fucking take care of myself Hwa!” you shout back, feeling frustrated, you know Seonghwa loves you, so much so that he loves to pamper you, sometimes too much that it feels like he thinks of you as a mere child he wants to protect.

Just like tonight, you had peacefully told him that you would be fine if he left you alone at the bar while he goes to chat with his friends, since they were celebrating Hongjoong’s big day as a producer after all, although you’re pretty sure you've ruined the night for him.

Seonghwa just couldn’t resist when he saw some guy hitting on you and even swung his fist at him, resulting in you both standing outside after getting kicked out, arguing.

When you told him once again that he shouldn't have been so protective he blurted out something along the lines that you said that cause you do love the attention, or something like that.

You don’t really remember.

You don’t want to remember.

“We’ve been over this Y/N, I do this because I care for you,” he still refused to admit that what he had said and done were wrong, maybe you were dramatic about him being protective, but what he had said after hurt you more than you wish it did.

“Am I like a goddamn child to you?! I am an independent person Hwa, I can make my own choices and protect myself too, I don’t need to be dependent on someone to do that for me!” You think you’re screaming, you’re not sure, your ears are still ringing because of the loud music, and you feel like your senses are numb and your tears won't stop falling.

Seonghwa hates seeing you like this, more so that he is making you feel like this, but he just wants you to understand that he does it all because he loves you, without a second thought, he says some words he immediately regrets.

“So you call allowing that fucking man to throw himself at you independent? Maybe you are a fucking child Y/N.”

You think you can hear your heart shatter into a million pieces, you don’t respond, mainly cause you are physically unable to, you just want to scream and cry, and you do.

“Stop. I- I’m heading home, and don’t you dare follow me,” you sob and Seonghwa stands stunned when he realizes what he has said and done.

You can hear him calling your name but you choose not to, still sobbing and tears flowing like a river, you open the door to Wooyoung’s car, who had told you before you and Seonghwa left that he could drive you home, almost as if he knew that you would want some distance from your boyfriend.

Wooyoung doesn’t question you, instead he drives to your home, he does tell you that it will be okay every now and then. You wonder if your relationship with Seonghwa is in a critical position, you wonder if you would ever make up.

You do know the amswer to whose questions when you do reach your home and Wooyoung gives you a tight hug, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll work things out, Seonghwa loves you nd you love him, arguments happen once in a while, I just know that you guys are made for each other,” he says and you nod, wiping your tears, bidding him goodbye as well as thanking him.

Once you enter your home, you feel like the place is colder, is it because of the feeling of dread you have for when Seonghwa will return home or just because of the weather? Either way, you decide to wash up and immediately head to bed.

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Its currently a little past 1 in the morning and it seems like you have cried yourself to sleep, but your ringtone wakes you up, you decide to bot pick up seeing that it was Hwa, but when he keeps on calling you finally pick up.

You don’t say anything, but you can clearly hear Seonghwa sniffing on the other side of the phone, “Y/N... Please, let me in, I’m so sorry, please, ” his pleads are pathetic and Seonghwa knows it.

You hang up without saying a word but you do get up to open the door, after mentally preparing yourself to face him of course

When you open the door, you see Seonghwa, possibly in the most hopeful yet miserable state you’ve seen. He looks stoked to see you, he starts crying, and you are about to start crying too.

He lets himself in, locking the door behind him, “Hwa-” before you can say more, Seonghwa’s soft lips are pressed against yours harshly, you both need this.

He effortlessly hoists you up so that your legs are wrapped around his hips, he doesn’t stop kissing you, instead he makes the kiss deeper, more intimate but you don’t complain.

He somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom and he gently lays you down on the bed, he pulls himself away and you almost whimper, “I’m sorry baby, are you okay with this?” he asks, his voice is full of hurt and regret, you can feel it, because that is also the same case for you when you speak out.

You cannot exaggerate how good he looks right now, his soft skin illuminated by the moonlight and his eyes that are glistening as they look up at yours.

“Hwa don’t stop, please,” you plead and he nods diving back in the kiss, his hands are all over your body now, your body is burning up, he feels so fucking good against you.

His lips leave yours but they start trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling it, “Is this okay?” he asks for your assurance when his fingers are pulling at the waistband of your shorts, you nod, tugging at the hem of his shirt, Seonghwa nods as well, taking off his shirt in one swift movement and now you’re staring at him, observing his every next movements.

He slowly pulls your shorts down along with your underwear, your breath hitches when you feel his hot breath against your now wet core, “You don’t have to...” you say quietly but Seonghwa shakes his head in disagreement

“No baby, let me make it up to you, please?” he asks innocently, and who were you to say no to him, when you give him the green light he wastes no time in taking you in his mouth

He wets your already wet folds and starts flicking his tongue at your clit, “Fuck!” you groan, Seonghwa was always skilled with his tongue and that makes you feel intoxicated, he always looks so pretty between your legs.

Your fingers rake his hair, tugging his hair slightly to pull him closer, Seonghwa doesn’t complain, rather he loves it when yiu chase for your pleasure.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the bedroom as your boyfriend alternates between giving kitten licks to your cunt and flicking your clit with his tongue, Seonghwa softly moans when you tug his hair harsher, he was growing rock hard at this point.

He sucks at your clit making you gasp, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you I love you I love you,” he says between his sucks and licks, he continues repeating the words “I love you” and “I’m sorry” every now and then, and before you know it, tears are staring to fall again, this time not only because of hurt, but also because of pleasure.

He fucks his tongue into your wet hole while his nose brushes against your clit and Seonghwa feels contented when he hears your moans getting louder, but he wants to hear more from you.

So he wets his fingers in his mouth, fucking two digits into you, you moan out loudly when he starts curling them, the pleasure was starting to get really intense.

“That’s it baby, take it all for me, just want you to feel good,” he says and resumes on fucking you with his fingers and sucking your clit, “Hwa, I think- I’m going to cum soon-” you inform him and he hums, fucking his fingers into you even faster.

Curses leave your mouth as you buck your hips while the pleasure Seonghwa was delivering to you remained constant; you feel your climax arriving dangerously close and before you could warn him, you had came all over your boyfriend’s face.

You gasp at the sight of seonghwa’s face smeared with arousal, feeling more aroused when he licks it all up, “Fuck baby that was so hot,” he chuckles, he gets up to take off his clothes that were still on and crawling back up to the bed, staring right at you.

He gently cups your face, it feels nice and warm, “I feel so fucking stupid baby, will you forgive me?” he asks and you stare at him for a little longer before you hum, he’s still hesitant so you decide to speak up, “Hwa, I just want you to fuck the pain away,” you tell him and it causes his cock to twitch.

“Shit baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls and Seonghwa, being the best boyfriend he (almost) always is obliges, he quickly grabs a condom from your nightstand and rolling it down along his erect length, he then aligns his dick to your hole after wetting it with your arousal.

He easily slides himself in, and you both moan in unison, you frantically reach out your arms to pull him closer, noticing this, Seonghwa starts kissing you again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

He starts to slowly rock his hips towards yours, fucking in and out of you deliciously, “Yes, right there Hwa,” you moan when his length hits just the right spot, Seonghwa hums and continuously abuses that spot.

He swallows your moans as your tongues danced together, his hands are back to cupping your face and right now, you feel so loved, Seonghwa was making love to you.

“You feel so tight,” he groans, fucking even deeper into you, his lips are now against your neck again, this time peppering it softly, while you moan out without a single care, all your frustration leaving as pleasure arrives.

Your second climax is arriving and you need more, “Hwa, please- harder,” you ask, Seonghwa responds obediently to your request, he was now slamming his length into you at a fast pace, to which he loudly curses.

You reach your hands down to your clit, gently rubbing then, Seonghwa smirks amused, “That’s it baby, rub that clit while I fuck you so good,” he pants and you nod frantically.

When Seonghwa notices that your moans are getting more choked and louder he speaks up again, “You’re gonna cum for me again my love?” You nod and his groans follows your response, “Me too love- fuck- let’s cum together.”

You cannot form words, or at least coherent ones, you just take the pleasure you’re receiving, you can also tell that Seonghwa is close to the edge when you feel him twitch inside of you.

He places his hands at your hips tightly and pulls your hips and fucking into you, your choked out moans, the sound of skin on skin and his pants are the only thing you can now hear.

“Shit I’m cumming” he says and you do too as he continues to fuck into you while he empties his load in the rubber, once you both reach your climax, he rests his forehead against yours, you’re both breathing heavily at this point.

He lays himself next to you, softly kissing you, he brushes a portion of your hair behind your ear and sighs, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I promise to never do or say those things again,” he apologizes again for you don’t even remember how many times but could feel how genuine Seonghwa was being.

You smile softly at him, which further reassured him that you have indeed forgiven him, “It’s okay Hwa,” you snuggle onto him, “Arguments can break out often, we can only do so much as grow from them,” you tell him.

Seonghwa cannot describe how happy he feels as well as how proud, he does realize now that you are a grown up who is capable of handling themselves and that he had been pampering and babying you too much.

“I love you so much,” he says pulling you in tighter against his chest, “I love you too,” you reply with a faint smile.

Wooyoung was right, you would’ve come up with a solution one way or the other, as weird as this may be, you managed to work things out.

You were made for each other.

©hyuckilstan. All Rights Reserved.

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[captainpulisic]

dont call me baby - m. mount

feedback is appreciated gif credits to owner word count : 1.4k

by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.  

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.  

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat. 

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction. 

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.” 

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?” 

“just leave.” 

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back,  “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason. 

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car. 

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world.  “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you. 

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

[jhkfan123]

enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 6 (includes ch.7 TEASER)

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✦vi.

when you woke up, you woke up to notifications. and lots of them. texts from all your friends. they were all something along the lines of, 

"were you on a date with the guy in your movie?"

"girl, have you checked tmz?"

"im so jealous rn. check instagram." 

oh. god. you immediately opened instagram, and there it was. the first post. 

"actor y/n spotted with tom blyth on coffee date!" connected to the headliner, was a photo of the two of you through the window of the coffee shop. this was going to blow up. it already had, according to your friends. you weren't sure what to do. do you reach out to tom? is that weird? you were going to see him tonight anyways. you texted your closest friend, who reassured you that if you wanted to shut this rumor down, you could. but did you want to? what if you didn't, and tom did? the only thing you could think to do was bring it up to tom at the party. 

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the playlist you had made to get ready for tonight was unbeatable.  you were always the playlist maker in high school. there was always a song that fit the vibe perfectly in your back pocket.  you had named this playlist "what is even going on." you felt it fit right because truly, what was going on. why all the sudden hints, and now the articles? you weren't complaining, per se, but the switch up was pretty weird. 

according to tom's completely blunt description of the party, it was 'less formal', which gave you the idea that he didn't want to tell you it was a rager. so, you dressed appropriately. on your way there, you stopped for food, because you weren't sure what type of food would be there. when you arrived at his rental home, there was a valet outside, which made you question if this was actually a rager.  you valeted your car, tipped the worker a few bucks, and made your way inside. 

when you walked in, the lights were dimmed, there was pop music playing, a bar, and a group of people dancing. but it was nothing compared to what you imagined. you realized that maybe hollywood people don't have full on ragers. it looked like a lot of fun. you placed your coat on the coat rack and walked in. you headed straight for the bar. you needed a shot for confidence. when you approached the bar, you ordered, and took your shot. then, you wandered. looking for anyone you recognized. 

eventually, you found yourself talking to someone you had met at an awards ceremony a few years ago. they were a year older than you, and according to them, had just landed a major role. 

"well, remember me when your famous." you said. she laughed. you ended the conversation as she found another friend of hers. you looked around, but it was a sea of unknown faces, and still no tom. you decided to plop yourself on the couch. hopefully someone would approach you. you began to watch the people.  

you loved people watching. watching people dance, drink, laugh, you loved it. it was so nice to see into other peoples lives, and forget about your own. just by watching their actions, you could tell so much about a person. you could watch people for hours on end. 

"i had thought you bailed." you heard. someone sat down next to you, and tom got your attention. when you looked at him, you swore you felt lightheaded. he was wearing slack-esqe pants, with his silky button up shirt not very buttoned up. in fact, there was maybe three buttons still buttoned. jesus. you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. 

"i would never. i've just been lost in this sea of people, couldn't find you." you replied. he laughed. his hair was slightly wet, which gave you the inclination to believe that he had been dancing. that must have been why you didn't see him. there had been at least 30 people dancing in that pile. you noticed the thing chain around his neck, and his one earring. not many people talked about his earring. but you noticed it the first time you met him. you loved it. 

"i'm assuming you've seen the stories?" he asked, his smile dropped slightly. you thought you were going to have to bring it up first, but clearly not. 

"i would have to live under a rock to not have." you replied. he nodded, thinking for a moment. you decided to keep talking. "but look, there's nothing we can say to change the stories. i'm trying not to think about it or get to involved." you said. he nodded again.

"you're right. you're so right. and I'm glad you are because honestly i came over here and had no idea what to say about it. so thanks for being on top of it." he replied. you smiled at him. he smiled back. and then you were silent for a few seconds. 

"so, this is quite a party." you gestured to the room. 

"it's really not. but thanks anyways. i was originally going to have a quieter party, like rachels, but my friends convinced me to have a bit more, 'fun' with it, i guess? it's stupid. we're not in college anymore." he looked around the room before returning his gaze to you. 

"sometimes people need this kind of fun though, especially in this industry. every single party and gala and ceremony or gathering is on television and photographed, and it's nice to just have a fun party again." you commented. he agreed with you. 

"im going to go get us a drink, ok? what do you want." you told him he could bring you anything, and he was off. however, it was not long until someone took his seat. you recognized him as brady, from rachels party. although this time, he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. his hair was a mess. clearly he didn't put himself together for this. and mostly, he reeked of alcohol. you did not want to talk to him. 

"hey pretty, remember me?" he said. he plopped his head down on the cushion. you rolled your eyes. 

"yes, i do, brady. what do you want." you asked. he threw his arm up on the cushion on the couch. not technically on you, but it still made you uncomfortable. you scooted away slightly. 

"nothing, nothing, i just wanted to know if you were enjoying the party?" he was slurring his words. looking at him, he looked tired. even worse, he had another drink in his hand, probably after a lot of others. 

"yeah, i am, but shouldn't you lay off the drinking dude? you look pretty drunk." he did not like that. 

"i am literally fine, back off girl." you were searching for a way out of this situation. no one was paying attention to the two of you. "besides, i want to keep talking to you." this time, he put his hand on your knee. that was enough. 

"alright no, i'm not doing this." you tried to get up but he moved his hand from the cushion onto your shoulders, and applied pressure. he was trying to trap you. "hey, dude get off. i'm serious." you tried to remember the self-defense you had learned, but in this moment of panic, nothing came to mind. you froze. "get off. get off!" you kept repeating it, but he kept getting closer. he tried to kiss your neck, and he was trying to slide his hand up the back of your shirt. 

things were starting to blur, nothing was helping. you starting kicking but you couldn't get your feet where they needed to be. the room felt like it had started spinning. the music louder, the people louder and faster, the lights darker and darker. 

"hey! hey! get the fuck away from her." you heard someone begin to speak, but he wasn't getting off. then you heard a crack and a few thumps. he stopped. someone grabbed your hand and you followed them into a room. your eyes were blurring from tears, but the lights were on in this room. "sit down." your eyes finally cleared, the spinning had finally stopped, and you finally recognized that tom was standing in front of you. 

you took a few deep breaths. 

"are you ok?" he asked. he sat down next to you, and put both hands on your shoulders, signaling you to try to stop tensing, when you finally did, he let go. you hadn't responded to him yet. you were still processing what just happened. 

"i think so. i mean, obviously no, i'm not, but i'm doing ok." he got up and entered the bathroom, and returned with a box of tissues. you took one and wiped your nose, and eyes. 

"good. i'm going to text someone to call the police on him, make him leave." he assured you. his voice made you realize what he had actually done for you.

"tom, did you actually hit him?" you asked. 

"um, yeah, i beat the shit out of that man." you couldn't help but laugh. he had managed to make you laugh after everything that just happened. "i may have broke his jaw, but then again, i wasn't aiming for any particular area. i wasn't thinking. i just needed him to get off you." you saw his face grow more somber. you remembered him mentioning to you that he had known brady almost his whole life. "i wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that brady would have done that. he just lost all my respect." 

"thank you, tom, for getting me out." you saw him peer down at his phone. 

"don't thank me. i feel so guilty that i left you there. i should have known , or something." 

"hey. there is no way that you could have known that was going to happen. don't beat yourself up about it." out of impulse, you placed your hand on his face. he didn't shift, didn't move, nothing. in fact, you swore you felt him relax a little at your touch. 

"i already have. why would i assume that with all the men at the party, not one would touch you?" 

"it's not something anyone expected to happen.  please, please don't get mad at yourself." he nodded. then he looked at you, and he didn't stop.  the two of you seemed to be getting closer, then. you realized that you were. the two of you were leaning in. eventually, you closed your eyes expecting a kiss. 

"no." you heard. you opened your eyes. he was shaking his head, looking down. 

"what?" you asked. your stomach immediately dropped. 

"i won't kiss you. not right now." he answered. you straightened up your posture. 

"why not...but..you just.."you began to stutter. 

"y/n, you were just panicked, and almost taken advantage of, and even though, i really would like to kiss you, i feel like by doing so i am also taking advantage of you." he seemed to be kicking himself over this. "your in a state of shock that i have seen before. if your not thinking straight, i don't want to do this, not right now at least." you sat there for a moment. was he right? you realized that it was really hard to decide. you said nothing. "y/n, listen. the police are here, and i'm going to go talk to them. stay in here." then he left. 

after he closed the door. there was only one thing you could think about:

'i really would like to kiss you'

but he didn't. you didn't kiss. he got up, and left. 

...

next thing you know, he was driving you back to your house. you had heard some yelling when the police arrived, and the party ended as soon as they arrived. you supposed that no one really wanted to party anymore after a man was arrested for attempted assault. 

about five minutes later, once you heard all the voices stop, tom came back in. he told you he was taking you home, and then, once you had stood up, he hugged you. you held the hug for an entire minute. you really needed it. 

on the way home, you called your closest family member and cried to them. 

once home, tom waited for you to shower, and get in bed before he finally left. 

what a night. 

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TEASER FOR CHAPTER SEVEN

you had spent the entire rest of that second day in bed. you canceled the meeting you had planned, and just sat in bed. you slept a little, cried a little, and most of all, you had texted with tom occasionally. he checked in almost every hour of the day. 

when you woke up the day after that, you woke up to no notifications. so you decided to check social media. bad idea. after a few scrolls, another post from tmz popped up. but it wasn't about you and tom. instead, it read: 

RACHEL ZEGLER AND TOM BLYTH DATING RUMORS ARISE. 

[fandxmslxt69]

Daisy (modern, small town AU)

mechanic!Frank castle x f!sunshine!reader

Warnings: Frank's an asshole lmao. UM me making up shit as I go about cars (i dont know enough abt them okay). Um, Frank works at an automobile shop/garage (he owns it more like but whatever). WRITTEN IN LIKE 3 HOURS AND AN IDEA THAT WAS BIRTHED THIS MORNING. Some swearing, lazy descriptions, probably HORRIBLE structure but idc idc idc.

Synopsis: You just moved to a small town, and just your luck, your car breaks down after a few errand runs. You have no choice but to go to the town's official Mr. Grumpy (Frank) to ask for help.

Word count: 1.8k (WHOOPS)

A/N: BAHAHAH SO THIS WAS BORN LIKE THIS MORNING/LAST NIGHT and i could NOT get the idea out of my head so I had to do SOMETHING about it. Yeah, there'll probably be more to this but FIRST, i have to go study after putting it off to finish this. SORRY IT MIGHT BE SOOO FUCKING OOC AND CRINGE BUT I WAS TOO LAZY TO WRITE IT PROPERLY! this is kind of just a set up/build up bit it gets BETTER promise promise anyway was this just me reading like 10 small town romances and going "all of them, but with Frank?" yeah basically, you're welcome.

Tags: YEAH um @soft-girl-musings its kinda your fault for encouraging me (im kidding ily) and um @runa-falls cuuuz yknow you <3 and Frank <3

Imagine a modern AU in a small little town where Frank owns the only garage there. It’s just a small happy town with a little community that grew up with each other- everyone knows Frank as Mr Grumpy- he’s always got that frown and those eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. 

Imagine you’re new in town and you feel just a bit out of place in this tightly knitted community. You try to make some friends, but it’s hard fitting into already tight social circles. 

Imagine your car breaking down on your way home from a grocery run. The front of smoking and its making weird jumbling and rumbling noises. You leave the car quickly, not wanting to be inside of it in case something goes wrong. You’re nowhere near your house, and the cute sandals you’re wearing are in no shape to walk the rest of the way. You really don’t want to barge into a random shop and ask for help. But you notice, a little far from the rest of the shops in town, a little store with an ugly neon sign that said GARAGE in big, flickering red letters. You sigh heavily, making sure to grab your keys from the car, along with your purse and phone, lock it, and start walking towards the shop. 

Imagine walking into the little automobile shop to find it pretty much deserted. The walls were lined with different tires, tools and various car parts lined the little room with a small area left unlittered for the cash register. And yet, there was no one to man the station. You walk around, feeling hopeless, until you hear voices coming from behind the door at the back of the room. 

Imagine walking through the door hesitantly into a big garage, and you’re greeted with the sight of a gorgeous shirtless man in loose jeans stained in grease stains. He’s bent over a car and wiping the windshield while a radio beside him blasts some country tunes. You stood in the doorway, mouth hanging slightly open at the sight. Who could blame you? His hair looked so soft, and from what you could see, his face was probably just godly. He looked heavenly,and he clearly didn’t hear you come in from how loud the music was. You clear your throat lightly, clutching the strap of your purse tightly. “Um, excuse me-” you say as quietly as you can, not entirely sure you want to draw his attention. Yet somehow he still hears you. His eyes snap up to meet yours and the look of peace on his face immediately transforms into a look of permanent annoyance. 

Shit. He does have a pretty face. A sculpted jawline and a little stubble lined his jaw. Pretty eyes too. 

Imagine the way his eyes would roam over you. Your hair held back in a little ponytail, your short blue sundress with daisies that barely just reaches your thighs. The way his pretty lips would set in a hard line and his jaw clenches, and while his eyes take in your pretty look, the way that dress rides up your thigh whenever you take a step, you can see his jaw tick and the frown lines forming. 

“Yes?” He said slowly, one eyebrow raised. 

“Um,” You shuffled a bit, carefully stepping into the garage, but making sure to keep a distance from him and the car. “Um, my uh, my car broke down, and I kind of need help,” 

He wipes his hands on the towel tucked into the pocket of his jeans, walking around the car to stand in front of you. Well, more like tower over you. He was, to put it simply, enormous. At least 6 foot something with broad shoulders and a deliciously sculptured and defined chest. His muscles weren’t the pretty boy skinny things you’d see at the gym- his biceps looked big enough to crush a man’s skull, and his chest looked comfy enough to use as a pillow. 

He clears his throat, and you realise you missed a question. You look up (practically STRAINING your neck) to meet his eyes. He definitely looks frustrated. Maybe he's annoyed that he has to repeat himself. 

Imagine how mean he’d be about it- he doesn’t mean to be rude, or to come off as an asshole. He definitely didn’t mean to act as if your lack of knowledge in this situation bothered him. Normally he didn’t care, but the way you looked up at him with big worried eyes and the anxious fiddling of your hands just…ticked him off. He certainly doesn’t mean how condescending his tone is, but he just can’t help it. Pretty girls fucked him in the head. 

“What’s wrong with your car, doll?” 

You fiddled with a strand of your hair. “Um, I don’t actually know,” He lets out an annoyed grunt, running a hand down his face. “Where’d it stop?” “Um, just a little back,” You pointed behind you. “Not too far. I don’t know, it started smoking and making weird noises. Assumed it was bad, so I came here,” He shakes his head, throwing the towel in his hand to the side and grabbing a shirt from one of the chairs. “Yeah sweetheart, that is very bad,” 

“Okay well, I figured,” You hesitated. “Can you uh, can you fix it?” “Depends,” He grunted, pulling the shirt over his head. He’d walk past you out front to grab his truck keys from the cash desk, making a couple more caveman noises to indicate that you should follow him. 

Imagine getting to his truck and you stand there awkwardly because there’s no fucking way you could get in there. It’s too high up, and you sure as hell can’t just jump into it. You throw your purse in, brace your hands on the door, and try to lift your leg high enough to reach the step. 

Imagine Frank getting so fucking pissed when your dress rides up to barely even cover the curve of your ass and he just places his (very big, very warm) hands on your waist and hauls you up, firmly sitting you on the chair and slamming the door shut. 

Imagine how the short drive to where your car stopped is just filled with really awkward silence as you clutch your purse to your chest. Frank's got the radio on, an arm hanging out the window, but his other hand on the steering wheel is holding it so tightly his knuckles are turning white. And he looks almost calm, if not for the way he’s clenching his jaw so hard you think he might shatter his teeth. 

You pull up to your car, and Frank whistles quietly as he gets out of his truck and walks over to examine it. “What d'ya do to this thing?”

You practically hopped out of the truck, frowning. “Nothin’! I didn’t even do anything. I was just driving back home and it broke down,” 

“Well ya must’ve done somethin’ if she broke down this bad,” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Can you open the front?” 

“What if it like- explodes on you? What then?” You ask horrified. That’s a horrible impression to leave on someone.

“Not gonna explode, now open the damn front,” 

You nod hesitantly, unlocking the car to open up the front. He tries to blow away the smoke with his hand, but it’s really no use. “Yeah, might need to take it back to the garage,” 

“But-” You felt your bottom lip wobbling. How could everything go to shit so fast. “I need to get home!”

Despite how grumpy Frank wanted to stay, he can’t help soften when it’s clear how panicked you felt. He knew you were the newest person in town, and he also knew he’d have everyone on his ass if he didn’t try and help a little more. 

But he’s still gonna be an ass about it. “I’ll drive you back to your house and send someone for your car, no need to cry ‘bout it, doll,”

You nod hesitantly, taking a few deep breaths. “Okay. Okay, thank you,” And then you smiled this shy, grateful smile at him and he felt like the air was knocked right out of his lungs. You were gorgeous, he knew that, but looking at you now he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. You looked….cute. And he wanted to keep that smile on your face. Shit. Imagine Frank realising just how fucked he is, having to help such a cute and pretty girl out, he’d just shut himself off even more. His frown deepens and he only communicates in grumbles and grunts as he drives you back home and calls someone to come pick up your car. He only holds out his hand to ask for your keys- not even uttering a word, just holds out those really sexy hands. He just sits in his truck with his arm out the window as you hop out of the seat and make your way up your porch. He feels so screwed. Even your house looked cute. 

“Thank you,” You call out to him.

He raises a hand in return and then he pulls out from in front of the house and drives back to his shop. 

You falter a bit, feeling a tad stung at how shut off he is. Maybe not everyone is as open as you were, but he could have at least smiled. You sigh, walking into your house and dropping your purse at the door. You discard your shoes, and head to the kitchen to grab a couple snacks and collapse on the couch, feeling overall exhausted and drained from the whole day. Maybe you won’t have to see Grumpy for another few days- just so you could cool down. 

The landline rings a few minutes after, and you frown. Who the hell would have the landline’s number? You get up and answer the phone. “Hello?” “Hey daisy, it’s Frank. You left your groceries in the car,” Frank’s voice fills your ear (god he sounds so…so hot) 

Your eyes widen and you gasp in shock. “Fuck, I did!” 

He hums in response. “Yeah. Bet you need those, don’tcha?” 

You nod slowly. “Yeah, I kind of do,”

There’s commotion from Frank’s side, it sounds a lot like someone yelling at him. He sighs heavily. “Alright daisy, I’ll figure somethin’ out f’r you,” And then he hangs up. 

Daisy? Figure it out? And why was it so oddly comforting to know he could handle this without you needing to worry?

[todorroki]

HEY GIRLS........ I'M DEAD (love sea ep 2 thoughts)

do you think mame watched kp and nodded to herself like "yes... exactly..." while rubbing her hands together because that's the only reasoning i can come up with for what we got today. anyways nothing too coherent will be said this week sorry. my mind is still [metal bar crash] [car siren] [truck horn] [glass shattering]

let's just say when i started this ep i was sitting upright on the sofa and by the 8 minute mark i was sliding down my seat, and by the time they got to the SHOWER? clutching the armrest, practically parallel to the seat cushion, scandalized as though i haven't been filtering by E on ao3 for years now. MY EYES! no warning full on horny beam blast to the brain. and i was wondering how they were going to measure up to their nc scenes in LITA. me to my past self: u know nothing. fool.

first line in is rak wondering about sex with mut like LMAO talk about setting the tone. i love this episode because the direction said absolutely no nonsense we're gonna dial up the horny right away and they're so valid for that. the tension was Chef's Kiss. when rak just went ahead and sucked on mut's finger i screamed (silently). mut's expression here is ME

tongrak's resistance is weaker than wet paper! what happened to don't go for him LMAO even the cockblocking seashell wound was forgotten by the time mut started sucking on his arm.

and MY GOD there was so much Tongue. OPEN YOUR MOUTH?????? HELLO??????? as someone who has greater-than-anakin levels of hatred for sand, i was not even CLOSE to thinking about the sand in this scene so hats off to fortpeat. drove the surrounding setting completely out of my mind. then the nc back in rak's room afterwards?? i was mentally screaming HEELLP! shooting terrified glances at the closed door by the tv hoping no one else in the house was awake because jesus peat was Moaning.. tongrak took ride dick bicycle SERIOUSLY! and fort's low "im expensive" and "woof" line delivery is PEEAK I SAY. SO GOOD. they've truly outdone themselves with this one. im practically speechless. and BEST BELIEVE IM REWINDING IT LIKE A MADMAN!!

this is Not the horny speaking btw, peat's face is so cute here. when his eyes go a little wide ↓

nc aside, the motorcycle ride is so cute. rak clinging onto mut with both arms like OKAY!! I SEE! mhm mhm olivia wilde nod

tiny break from our main couple- we get vimook this week!! even a forehead kiss and the preview for next week asking mook out?? wow we're moving fast!! side note: are those chanya's real tattoos? because the small flower one on her arm is pretty. also enjoying palm just popping up constantly out of nowhere. he's simply a chill dude.

i liked that scene at the restaurant a lot. both the scenery And the food on the table looked great. i think that was the first time mutrak actually have a nice, proper conversation with each other. and they were very sweet! we get mut's backstory, and a bit of rak's thoughts on his job.

now i have No idea if anyone else has this error, but when i watched ep2 on the iq app on my tv, there was a line of subtitle here right before rak says because it's fun, though there was no actual dialogue:

it was something along the lines of 'actually, it's an escape' which would match rak's line of thought in the book. but it doesn't show when i watch the episode on the iq website. not sure if they forgot to put the audio into the scene or what.

similarly, when mut texts kom in the scene afterwards, the iq site only has the punctuation while the tv app showed the texts' translation. same thing with some of tongrak's flashbacks at the end. i don't know if it's just on my end or anyone else has this problem! not surprised tho the eye kew site n tv app both operate terribly imo :-) why are the subs placed so high on the website :-) ui and ux nightmare :-)

my hatred for this corp aside, WE GET DIVING AGAIN THIS WEEK!!!!! i'm so excited to see the behind the scenes for this part. i love seeing the logistics of filming underwater. and because this one involves a panic almost-drowning scene, it must've been hell to film, especially if they had to do it more than once. really looking forward to it. the visuals so far in both episodes are killing it.

shoutout to fort in the wetsuit... he's so hot

i really like how they're slowly dropping rak's trauma in bits and pieces in these 2 eps. (and i know we're supposed to focus on the trauma, but my brain went 'omg peat with his hair down so cute' during that scene with rak's sister sorry). compared to mut, who spells out his past with ease because he's made peace with it, rak outright avoids talking about his problems.

also, i LOVE mut's character when he's being serious. any time fort's tone drops to talk lowly or softly, i ASCEND. please give fort more serious roles!!! he deserves them!!

and we end with the title drop tongrak mahasamut!

the ending song changing from rak by himself in the first ep to mut sitting with him in this ep is a nice touch! it's the little details.

overall, pacing for this ep was good. i love it more than ep1, though idk if my opinion is influenced by the nc frying my brain. also, the boy next world poster!! just in time for their workshop starting this week whoop whoop

as always, if you found this post and read til this point, thank you so much for your time! anyways, if you'll excuse me, i have to rewatch some uh parts of this episode again haha. my screenshot folder is um. quite filled. just like tongrak. alright im out.

[damnlance]

part 3 of my random klance blurb. (keith’s pov)

what a crazy day.

after returning his truck to work and explaining to his boss the events that transpired, keith was able to get 3 days off from work to recover from the accident. although he didn’t really see it as an accident. he did get a pretty boy’s number and a kiss on his cheek. compared to any other boring day, it was great day for him.

but just like lance having to tell his parents about the accident, keith had to tell his older brother. he wasn’t ready for all the lectures about being safe and careful.. so he told his brother-in-law, adam, instead. who ended up telling his brother. and about half an hour later, keith was getting picked up by shiro, who was worried sick.

“i can’t believe you got hit!” he exclaimed. keith wasn’t even halfway in the car yet before shiro had his big hands all over his face and body.

“ow! shiro, stop!” keith pushed him away, sending him a deadpanned look. “this is exactly why i contacted adam and not you!”

shiro scoffed, driving away from keith’s job in disbelief at his little brother’s sentence. “adam and i don’t keep secrets from each other. that’s how marriage works.”

keith fake gagged and stared out the window as shiro gave him his famous lecture on marriage and how to be in a successful relationship blah, blah, fucking blah. keith only pretended to listen as he thought about his day. it was barely night now as the stars began peeking out from the clouds and he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by them. he loved the stars ever since he was a little boy. he always dreamed of being up there one day, just like shiro. but reality became too real for him and that dream faded into the background.

“keith??”

a tap to the leg and keith is reeling back in from his thoughts.

“huh?” he looks over at shiro who’s got his eyes on the road and one hand on keith’s knee.

“i said are you sure you’re okay?” shiro repeats. “did you go to the hospital?”

“yeah,” keith nods. “i got a few stitches in my forehead-”

“what-!?” shiro damn near swerves the car trying to whip keith’s head around so he can see.

“-but im fine!” keith pushes his hand away. “fucking hell, focus on the road.”

it’s a long drive back to keith’s apartment. he explains to shiro the subtle details of the accident and leaves it at that. he doesn’t say much about lance or how amazing he is, just that he was a kind stranger who took care of him. shiro said something along the lines of how keith could’ve been killed talking to strangers like that and keith had to remind shiro that he was a twenty-eight year old man who can take care of himself. if lance tried anything at all, keith would have been ready to slice him up.

after being dropped off at his apartment, and reassuring shiro that he didn’t need a babysitter, keith settled into his home immediately. he showered, changed into his pajamas, and even ate a tv dinner while watching some gameshow marathon. he doesn’t get too many channels on his old tv so he takes what he can get.

after dinner, keith settles into his bed. he had a long day. he didn’t have a concussion or whiplash, surprisingly. just a gash. and stitches..

stitches that are really fucking itchy.

keith reaches up to scratch at them and suddenly feels someone slap his hand away. he jumps when he realizes it’s lance’s hand.

the memory of lance’s hand, anyway.

keith sits up in his bed and reaches into the pocket of his black pajama pants, grabbing his phone to unlock it. he takes a breath and goes to his contact list, finding lance’s name.

guardian angel lance.

it’s weird how keith really thought that of lance just after a few hours of being in his presence. there was something so.. good about him. something that was right on the surface that made keith want to drop everything just to be near him again. it was unusual..

he made keith feel unusual. but not in a bad way. just in a way that had keith’s stomach twisting in knots and feeling like he needed to puke the tv dinner digesting inside of his stomach out onto his bed.

what’s that feeling called..?

he didn’t know.

what he did know is that his palms were getting sweaty. he was staring down at his phone, at the contact he pulled up, wishing for some sort of miracle to happen. he wasn’t the best at initiating things and didn’t have a plan in sight on what to do.

should he call? do people still call others and talk on the phone? what do they even talk about?

maybe he should text? texting isn’t his strong suite either.. he can’t even remember to text shiro back until three days later cause he replied in his brain, just not in his phone.

fuck, why is this so hard???

because he doesn’t want to seem needy. or desperate. or like.. some stalker or something.

taking a deep breath and holding it, keith bites his lower lip and clicks on the name. lance’s picture is the first thing to catch his eyes.. god, he’s so hot. the option to text or call comes up. keith opts for the text option and promises that he won’t be lazy or forgetful. how can he be when it’s someone like.. lance.

letting out his breath, keith’s thumbs move across the keyboard rapidly. he doesn’t know what he’s doing, just letting his body take control, and before he knows it, he’s pressing send.

his phone makes the sound of the message being sent and he instantly panics. it’s a simple ‘hi’ but it’s enough to have him freaking out.

“oh… o-oh, my god!??” he yells, throwing his phone across the room. literally. it hits the navy blue painted wall just next to his bedroom door. he freezes, staring at it. like finding a bug on the wall. like maybe if he doesn’t move, his phone can’t see him. and that message will unsend.

one minute turns to two..

three..

keith hasn’t moved. he can’t. he’s precisely frozen with fear. and he feels.. stupid for it.

his body grows hot. he can feel the warmth travel up his neck and to his face, filling out his cheeks. then up to his ears. his heart is throbbing against his ribcage over, and over, and fucking over. he sits up in his bed and tucks his knees to his chest, feeling the thrumming against his thighs. he wraps his arms around himself and frowns. it’s been four minutes..

what if lance doesn’t.. care anymore..? what if lance forgot all about him?

it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s forgotten all about him. it’s pretty easy.

this whole thing was a big fucking mistake.

bzz!

okay, maybe it wasn’t!!

keith hops out of his bed like a madman and rushes over to his most likely cracked phone. he dives to the ground, landing on his stomach and chest, and picks up his phone. he waits two seconds, agitation filling his veins, then flips the phone over.

New Message

Guardian Angel Lance 💙

OHHHH MY GODDD!!!!

he texted baaack!!

keith’s heart was beating into fucking next week!!

okay okay! chill out!? just!! CHILL!

oh my god..

keith closes his eyes and holds his breath. he taps on the screen and unlocks it with his four digit password, going straight into messages. lance’s message.

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

hey! thought you'd never text me :) how's your head?

received 8:34PM

keith’s chest is heaving up and down. he bites his lip. he doesn’t think. he can’t really think. he texts back.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Good. My head is good. Itchy.

Sent 8:34 PM

Sent.

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

i bet. >_< but no more scratching!

received 8:35 PM

keith smiles, touching his head. it’s tender. he stands from the floor and types back, sitting back onto his bed.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Okay. No promises though

Sent 8:35 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

wow. it’s only been a few hours and you’re already willing to break promises. that hurts keith.

received 8:36 PM

the corner of keith’s mouth lifts up. it wasn’t as scary as he thought..

so they continue to talk through text and get to know each other a little better. they talk about their hectic day. about cars. lance drives a bmw in the color ‘long beach metallic blue.’ a gift from his parents, keith remembers. keith has a motorcycle but it’s sitting in shiro’s garage waiting for keith to fix her up. so for now, he either takes ubers or walks. or has people he knows drive him places. he always offers to drive, but he doesn’t really do well with others in the car watching him. with trucks, it’s different. they talk about their jobs. keith is a certified truck driver but after today, who knows. he’s been a driver for four years and loves it. he hopes to ‘retire’ and find something else soon. lance states he’s in between jobs right now but is trying to save up his money to get his own apartment as soon as he can.

they talk about pets. keith mentions his dog, kosmo, who’s half german shepard and half wolf. or something. keith doesn’t know, he found him as a pup (or a cub?) one day 2 years ago, outside in the rain, all alone. so he scooped him up and took him home and he’s been keith’s trusty companion ever since. they go everywhere together and he’s the greatest guard dog ever. he enjoys sleeping outside of keith’s door, guarding him just in case. and although his apartment doesn’t really allow dogs of kosmo’s size, keith’s landlord is terrified of him and doesn’t say anything. kosmo is perfectly harmless. when he likes you. lance mentions his cat. an orange cat who hates everyone, including him. her name is red because she was born with red-orange fur. he actually sends a picture of her, which prompts keith to send one of kosmo..

lance goes on a rant about how kosmo is nothing close to a dog whatsoever and that his landlord has every reason to be afraid.

keith laughs.

they talk about food. lance has a very strong love for italian food and says that if he were to die, his last meal would be a big bowl of pasta with the butteriest garlic knots and a giant pop. he says his best friend’s family is italian and that her mom makes a special meal for lance’s birthday every year. every year. keith feels dumb after hearing that but answers that fast food is his go to. growing up with a dad who was always busy and not very good at cooking will do that. Lance sympathizes. and promises to teach keith to cook, stating that cooking is in his blood and that in cuba, where’s he’s from, everyone can cook. everyone.

keith holds him to that promise. lance hearts his message.

they talk about video games. lance explains how retro video games are his all time favorite and how he used to play the killbot phantasm series with his siblings growing up. keith didn’t really have time for video games throughout his life so he doesn’t know much. he’s been to the arcade a few times but it was mostly to beat shiro at air hockey. which he always did.

they talk about friends. lance has three best friends named hunk, pidge, and allura. hunk is his age, twenty-six, and is a chef at a restaurant with his wife, shay. pidge is twenty-three, and works for nasa. yep, that nasa. she’s always away so lance barely gets to see her, but she’s the coolest friend in their group for sure. and allura. she’s a twenty-eight year old florist with her uncle coran and her best friend, romelle. keith talks about shiro. his half brother. he used to be an astronaut and even went to mars. yep, that mars. unfortunately, he lost his arm in the process on a mission gone rouge. after his recovery, he went back out in the field for a few more years before he retired. and since the accident, he could retire. very well. he talks about matthew, who’s shiro’s best friend, college and astronaut buddy. he gave up the astronaut gig and is an astrophysics teacher up at some college. and how could he forget his best friend, acxa. she’s twenty-nine and in the military. fighting for the country as a major. but she’s basically the lieutenant commander.

after five hours and almost a hundred text messages, keith dozes off, but not before saying good night to the only person he could talk to for a hundred more hours.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Good night Lance.

Sent 1:54 AM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

night keith. talk to you later?

received 1:54 AM

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Yeah. Of course.

Sent 1:54 AM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

promise..?

received 1:55 AM

and keith can’t help but smile, a light pigmentation of pink dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

I promise.

Sent 1:55 AM

lance hearts the message.

keith falls asleep..

something wet and cold touching keith’s face causes him to stir awake, reaching for the knife underneath his pillow. he opens his eyes to see kosmo there, sitting ever so politely, dark eyes focused on his owner.

a deep breath and keith can relax.

“hey boy,” he greets his dog with a deep, raspy voice. he reaches out and smooths kosmo’s soft black fur back, scratching behind his ears and underneath his chin. “what time is it?”

kosmo only whines, opening his big mouth to clamp down on keith’s wrist and drag him out of bed.

“oh!” keith lets himself be pulled, out of his room and to his kitchen. kosmo stops at the pantry, scratching the door with his claws. keith yawns and stretches his arms over his head. “alright. let’s eat.”

he opens the pantry door and grabs kosmo’s bag of kibble food, setting it on the counter. he pours a little of it inside as the base for the raw food. then he walks over to the fridge to grab some other things to put inside kosmo’s food. he grabs three quail eggs and crushes them up, shells included. he then grabs a container full of cooked cod and grabs a fork, cutting up a slice of that and dropping it into the massive, ceramic dog bowl. rabbit heart and two frozen duck feet are next and keith is surprised he never gags from any of this. he throws in some chicken hearts, a few sardines, a scoop of fermented veggies, some pineapple chunks, and two homemade frozen dog treats, shaped like cute little paws, made from raspberries, beets and parsley. a few drizzles of coconut oil and keith is done. the contents in the bowl could look gross to anyone else.. but keith is used to it. and kosmo loves it. he is a growing boy after all.

walking over to kosmo’s designated eating area, keith places the dog bowl onto a small, propped up dog table. kosmo sits down next to the bowl and waits for keith’s command. keith pets kosmo’s head once more, scratching behind his fluffy ears and underneath his chin before he gives the command.

“eat.” he says. and kosmo digs right in.

it’s ten o’clock, keith discovers, and he’s extremely tired. but he does have the rest of the week off, technically giving him a five day weekend from the accident so he could sleep in all day and watch some crappy tv. or he could go to the gym with shiro and adam.

you could text lance the voice in the back of his brain says.

keith gets a pang of butterflies so hard in his stomach he has to stop the cringe and the second hand embarrassment from preventing himself from doing it.

he could text lance. if lance was awake. yeah.

sure.

keith walks to his room and plops down on his bed, grabbing his phone from behind his pillow. he checks the screen. one message from shiro. one from matt. a notification about the weather today. the highest will be 70 degrees and the lowest will be 50. gotta appreciate this spring weather.

keith opens shiro’s message about meeting up at the gym at 11 and how his head was doing. he opens matt’s message asking if keith would like one of his famous protein smoothies before their workout. keith replies to both.

To: Grandpa brother

Yes just woke up. Getting ready now. My head is fine. Itchy.

Sent 10:14 AM

To: Yoga Matt

Thank you. No banana. And if you’re going to do banana, a small slice please.

Sent 10:14 AM

keith sighs when he doesn’t see a message from lance. he’s probably still asleep. but that’s okay. keith has no problem texting first. it’s not bad to text first right? it shows he’s interes-.. cares. it shows he cares..

but.. he should take a shower and get ready to go first. yeah. he can do that.

“how’s your head, wet hair?” shiro asks, reaching over to touch keith’s head. keith is quick and slaps his hand.

“im fine.” he grumbles, reaching up to touch his exposed stitches. “matt said he’d patch me up at the gym..”

shiro gives a hum of approval. keith sighs and stares out the window, biting his lower lip. he swirls his mouth around, playing with his tongue ring. it’s sore from keith taking it out for a few hours so he could have a break from it. it doesn’t bother him too much but some days he could do without it. it’s a stupid piercing for him. he was a dumb, angry teenager and knew for sure shiro would be furious if he came home with it. he was right and the result was satisfying. but now he has to live with the hole in his tongue. all because of a little angst.

what a fucking punk, he thinks about his teenage self.

he thinks about lance’s septum piercing and how it had diamonds on it. he considered them to be fake, just a decoration, but when he mentioned the whole rich parents fiasco and seeing the rich neighborhood with his own eyes, keith would not be surprised if they were real diamonds. he wonders if lance got the piercing to piss his parents off, too.

keith smiles to himself, rolling his eyes. he fiddles with the cinnamon lip balm tucked away in the pocket of his sweats.

at the gym, keith, shiro, and matt sit in the men’s locker room. matt is patching up keith’s forehead by applying some soothing ointment and a fresh bandage that’ll stick to his skin for a few hours.

“thanks.” keith mumbles, trying not to squirm. it hurts a bit and he’s itching like crazy.

matt smiles down at him, trying his best to be gentle. “this wouldn’t be the first time i had to patch up a kogane, hm?” he eyes shiro, who is sitting beside them wrapping his hands and knuckles with gauze and tape. he’s going to be boxing today.

“won’t be the last,” shiro answers, now side-eyeing keith. keith sends a smirk his way, looking up to meet eyes with matt. but matt is smiling down at him, stifling a giggle.

an hour and a half in and keith is covered in sweat, drenched in it. he did his regularly scheduled workout but decided to push himself a little more. so he got in the ring with matt. they spared for a little while before matt switched places with shiro to take a phone call. keith visibly tensed at the switch and when shiro noticed, he scoffed.

“what’s with the face?” he asked, putting on the huge punching mitts. keith raised his eyebrow, squinting his eyes.

“i think you know,” he answered, crossing his arms. shiro stands there, staring hard.

“i won’t go easy on you,” he holds his right gloved hand up, “honest.”

keith cracks his neck, rolling his head and shoulders around. just before he can charge at shiro, matt is coming back quite frantically.

“guys!” he yells, pointing to his phone. “m-my sister is back in town!! she’s at my parents house, we gotta go!!” shiro and keith share a look before they look back at matt.

“you have a sister?” keith says, now earning crazy looks from matt and shiro.

“seriously!?” matt sighs, “my baby sister, who i’ve only mentioned a hundred times since we’ve known each other? shiro’s met her.”

“okay, i haven’t,” keith shrugs, twisting his tongue ring around in his mouth. shiro and matt look at one another and share a look that reads ‘oh, maybe he’s right’ and it has keith rolling his eyes. of fucking course he’s right.

“well, do you want to?” matt offers. “my parents are getting her from the airport as we speak and should be arriving in an hour.”

keith shrugs again, removing his red boxing gloves and sweeping his sweat ridden hair back. “i need to shower bad. plus kosmo is waiting for me. rain check?”

matt nods happily as keith and shiro step out of the ring and make their way to the men’s locker room.

keith has to wait outside for matt and shiro to finish their showers. he doesn’t trust gym showers or any shower that’s not at his apartment since his juvie days and that’s that. the car ride back to his apartment is filled with matt telling stories about his sister and what she does. her name is katie and she works for a big space company, just like he did. she’s been gone for two years and will be back for six months to take a small vacation. keith hasn’t met matt’s family, but they’re all really into space and stuff like shiro. keith’s only known matt the same amount of time that he’s know shiro, i.e. 4-ish years, and he’s never really been interested in knowing any of the other holt’s.

because keith didn’t have a family. his dad died when he was nine and his mother abandoned them. he went though the remainder of his teen years in and out of foster homes and when he was thirteen, in and out of juvie. he barely finished high school and college was never an option. he went straight to finding a job and landed three of them at three different mechanic shops around the city. that’s how he afforded his motorcycle parts and his old apartment. he eventually moved to the apartment he is in now and has been living in for four years, along with the trucker job he has now.

that was also around the time when shiro tracked him down, almost beating down his door, to tell him that he’s his half brother and that they have the same father. keith was so in shock that he punched shiro in the face. and then fainted. and then gave himself a stomach virus from all the stress and shiro had to take care of him. literally. add in matt stopping by to meet him and being very much in shock at how much they look alike, and the rest is history.

so yeah, keith’s never really heard of this katie. but her job must be quite the catch if it’s kept her away for two years.

stopping in the parking lot at keith’s apartment, keith grabs his duffle bag and hops out the car.

“thanks for the ride, shiro,” he nods to his brother. “and matthew, for repairing my head.”

matt rolls his eyes as shiro lets out a chuckle, covering his mouth.

“it’s matt and fuck you.” is all he says before he’s flipping keith off. keith smirks and gives him the finger back.

“see ya, keith,” shiro smiles. “take it easy. text if you need anything.”

“sure.” keith nods before they’re driving off and onto the road.

after his much needed shower, keith plops down on the couch in his living room and lets out a loud sigh. he pulls his phone from his pocket and checks the screen.

2 New Messages

Guardian Angel Lance 💙

keith is sitting up so fast, he almost breaks his neck from the speed.

“oh, shit,” he whispers to himself. he opens the messages, tucking his long, washed and wet hair behind his ear.

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

hey! how’s it going?

received 12:36 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

busy day for me.. sleep good?

received 12:36 PM

keith smiles. his stomach does that weird drop thing again.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Hi. I’m good just got back from the gym. And yes I slept okay. How are you?

Sent 12:36 PM

lance doesn’t waste any time replying and keith revels in the attention.

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

exhausted. i forgot that i had to plan a bbq party thing for my friend pidge and had to wake up early.

received 12:37 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

2 hours of sleep in my veins. im tired keith. im dying

received 12:37 PM

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Gross. To lack of sleep and planning bbq party things. Are you resting now?

Sent 12:37 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

:) fortunately yes! the party is done and the decorations are amazing thanks to me. but im sleepy. currently hiding in my car to take a quick nap

received 12:38 PM

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Smart. Don’t let me keep you up though. You should sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up

Sent 12:38 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

:D really? you will?

received 12:38 PM

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Yes Lance I will

Sent 12:38 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

do you promise?

received 12:39 PM

keith lets out a content sigh, a small blush making its way to his cheeks and the tips of his porcelain white ears. there is something so pure about making and keeping promises with lance. it’s like they’re little kids on the playground swapping secrets and promising not to tell anyone, something that’s just theirs. keith can’t recall a single time in his life that someone has ever made him promise anything. it feels.. special.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

I promise. Go to sleep.

Sent 12:39 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

okay. but before i do, you should come by! be my guest. there’s free Italian food, free homemade cake, a BIG swimming pool

received 12:40 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

and it’ll be nice to see you again.. yknow.. and i could check on your stitches for you too man

received 12:40 PM

record scratch.

keith is standing up now in the middle of his living room with kosmo laying by his feet, staring up at him.

the room is suddenly very hot.

lance wants him to be his guest. like.. a friend?? or a date??

A DATE!?????

keith ejects the idea out of his brain and throws it out the fucking window! he didn’t say date! he said guest!

but.. it is a party. and don’t people usually bring dates to parties???

wait, how would he even get there!? and how many people are going to be there?? what does he even wear!? it’s springtime but is everyone going to be in their bathing suits or bbq attire??

and what about matt’s offer to meet his family?? his sister? keith can’t blow that off. he’d feel too bad. but maybe he can do both! he can quick swing by lance’s party for a few hours and then ask shiro to pick him up and go and meet matt’s family and sister.

yeah! he can do that. but what does he wear????

fuck!

and of course keith is replying before his brain has a chance to finish exploding.

To: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

Sure! Do you think you pick me up in about an hour?

sent 12:42 PM

From: Guardian Angel Lance 💙

hell yes dude!! send me your address and i’ll be there!

received 12:42 PM

and keith does just that..

he types in his address to his apartment and actually sends it to lance.

he’s going to a bbq party thingy with lance.

lance, this stranger he literally just met a little over 24 hours ago.

to a second location. all alone in his car. with him.

to a party with tons of people.

with lance!

what the fuck could possibly go wrong..?

to be continued.

part 2

[forevfangirlwrites]

i had this idea for hthf: what if percy met luke? even though percabeths relationship is private, maybe percy goes with her to an awards show or premiere (skipping the red carpet or not), and at the after party like is there and says hello to annabeth (since it’s mentioned they had an amicable break and im assumed that means they’re on decent terms) and while percy’s more secure in the relationship now than he was when he first found out he dated, he’s still very 🧐

-It’s Percy’s first time going to an event with her so needless to say he’s nervous but as Annabeth explained, afterparties are pretty informal and all you really need to do is stand there with a glass in hand and he thinks he can handle that

-He sticks to her side like glue for most of it, and she introduces him to a few people who he vaguely recognizes and some who he’s only seen on the screen before. (He’s used to it now though, mostly) That is until she tells him she has to go to the bathroom and he’s left standing awkwardly by a table.

-No one is paying attention to him anyway but he tries to get a glimpse of Will or Jason in hopes he can also seem like he knows people other than Annabeth here. Neither of them are in view though

-He’s scrolling through his phone when a guy bumps into him and almost makes him spill his drink. Thankfully it doesn’t cause it’s his first real properly fitted suit he’s ever owned (a gift from Annabeth) and he doesn’t want to ruin the first time he wears it

-“Shit sorry, did I get you?” the other guys says and Percy assures him he’s fine. Something about the guy looks vaguely familiar and he’s trying to place what show or movie he must have seen this guy in when he continues. “You’re Percy Jackson right?”

-A few people, upon introduction, had said something along the lines of “oh this is Percy, yes we saw the magazine covers” but no one has flat out recognized him and it’s actually kind of shocking

-“Uh yeah…” He tries to figure out how to ask the guy who he is but it’s going to come across as rude especially since he recognized someone like Percy

-The guy nods, clearly about to say something else when a hand on his arm makes him turn to see that Annabeth has returned and slipped her hand back into his arm.

-“Luke,” she says and suddenly everything clicks into place. “How are you?”

-He’s not going to be any type of way about this, is what he tells himself. Yet he’s pretty sure he stiffened a little at Annabeth saying her ex’s name and it’s probably way more obvious than he wanted it to be

-“Good, and I see you’re doing good too, I’m glad.” Luke replies with a smile and it’s nice and all but Percy just wants the conversation to end (or to melt into the darkness, that would work too)

-Annabeth leans even closer to him and squeezes his arm where she’s holding it. “Yep.” (Okay so maybe that felt good).

-“Well, see you around Annabeth, nice meeting you Percy,” Luke nods towards them and with a wave he walks away and Percy can finally breathe again.

-“You okay?” Annabeth asks and though he is okay, he is kinda tired of being here. But it’s Annabeth’s thing and he doesn’t want to be rude. It must show on his face though because the next thing she says sounds like music to his ears.

-“You want to dip?” She doesn’t even wait for an answer and pulls him along. And it’s not till they’re in her car with Frank at the wheel does he finally slump in the seat. He gets why Annabeth always comes back tired, these things are a little exhausting.

-“Sorry about Luke, I didn’t think he’d come up to you.” Annabeth had only briefly talked about Luke before this and all he knew was that they both realized it wasn’t going to work and decided to break up. There wasn’t any ill-will and he thinks that Luke was probably just curious to meet him (He is the one dating Annabeth Chase after all)

-He assures her it’s okay but the nervous look on her face doesn’t disappear, well not until they’re back home and he’s kissing her senseless because he’d been holding back the moment he saw her in that dress

MORE CHAPTERS: how to handle fame and headcanons

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! I decided to write it in this format just to switch things up a  bit and it ended up being almost 700 words lol I hope you liked how it turned out! Thanks again!

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3461

today was quiet. i talked to leo early on but i was laughing so hard that meredith sent him a message "molly is laughing too hard. go to sleep." it was so funny omg

anyway it was pretty quiet. i like getting to hang out with meredith. she's delightful.

at the end of the day, i ended up staying for another hour and a half to sit and talk to and hang out with jey and leo because i don't get to see them much. it was a great decision. i got to see leo's cats, we all talked about a bunch of things, and i laughed a LOT and im very happy.

when i left, i drove down the road and ended up at a red light. my windows were down because it was nice out (to me), and the car next to me had music playing, so i was nodding and moving along to the music. and then the lady in the passenger seat of the other car says to me, "you can do the macarena to anything, it works! try it!" she was doing the macarena to a song that should not have the macarena done to it. i laughed because that was the LAST thing i expected to hear today 😂 so i said i would and i laughed down the road when the light turned green. and at the NEXT red light, i was a few cars back from the front of the line, and that SUV would be the first in that line, but they slowed down next to me and the lady was dancing more! it was SO FUNNY because she (1) stopped to say something, (2) said something, (3) danced while saying it, and (4) stopped AGAIN to show me that she was dancing! 😂😂😂😂😂😂

literally i laughed halfway down the bridge.

and joel's out for now, and i realize how often he comes home really late. i would like to cuddle with him one of these evenings.

a couple other things, but they're trauma-based.

tw religion, religious trauma, personal trauma, mental and emotional manipulation and abuse

tldr i remembered some ~church~ and "friend" shit that made me angry for my past self and my current self.

as i was driving in cambridge yesterday, i found the mormon church in the area. it's on the road i take to get back to the main thoroughfare to get back to the bridge to get back to the highway. it's right there. i could've lived without finding it. but today as i came up to it i cursed it out and all the people and establishments that fucked me over for so long. i thought about all of the mental gymnastics and hoops i had to jump through to stay and to believe it all.

and then as i was on the highway coming back home, i thought of another experience that i have zero qualms with talking about.

once upon a time, i had a friend at church named lisa. she was funny and smart and no-nonsense and was bisexual, so we understood the lgbt. she also had an account on here and freaked out when she learned that i was in charge of the account. it was nice.

for a while.

lisa and aaron and tyler, the three friends ("friends") i had in that group i had told before that when they hang out if they want to include me that i needed an explicit invitation. i told all of them that. they refused to respect it. but i ignored it.

i texted the group the most, i think. i always texted first. i ignored that, too.

and then one evening when the gathered young adults were playing a game for family home evening, the teams got into an argument and were shouting and yelling really loudly at each other. i didn't want to play but i got up, threw my hands in the air, and yelled as a response, "okay! i'll go next!" just to appease everyone. and i went into the hallway and proceeded to have a panic attack.

while i'm in the middle of breaking down, lisa and tyler and aaron come out to "check on me," which im sure was their intent, but it didn't come across that way.

lisa asked me what was wrong and i said i didn't know. she then said something to the effect of, "this is why we walk on eggshells around you, why we can't talk to you, because we don't know what will set you off since you won't tell us."

it was the meanest thing i can remember her saying to me.

(this was SEVERAL years ago.)

i was just beginning to work through my trauma, much of which stems from constant arguments and screaming matches between my parents throughout my entire childhood.

i didn't know that listening to people yell like that was going to set me off.

if someone is having a panic attack, you don't go up to them during it and say "we can't talk to you because you don't tell us your triggers."

how am i supposed to tell you what's going to set me off when even i don't know what's going to set me off??

it's not okay to blame someone for your actions because they don't know something. it's less okay to do that in the middle of a panic attack. it's even less okay to disguise it as care.

i left that night in tears. i felt terrible. i was exhausted from the attack. but that was the first time i started to think about the mental gymnastics i was doing. i didn't ignore it.

i realized that i always texted first. so i stopped texting first.

i didn't get any more texts.

i stopped offering to do things.

i stopped getting asked to do things, eventually.

and the three of them have been blocked since.

tyler came to visit once, which was nice of him. my only ire towards him is that he went along with lisa's narcissistic tendencies and didn't speak up when she was out of line. narcissistic tendencies don't look good on you.

aaron had been my friend for a long time. not anymore. he didn't stand up for me. he didn't reach out or call or text or try to contact any other way. too mormon for his own good. it's obnoxious. and he's a narcissist, too.

and lisa? i hope she stubs her toe and steps on a sliver of glass. that someone she loves and trusts does something so incomprehensibly unfair and unkind that she knows and feels what it's like to lose an entire group of friends. you don't fucking blame someone for not knowing triggers when they just fucking find out about them. for someone who was getting a phd in criminal justice, you really lacked the empathy and understanding to be a good friend. you fucked that up and you treated me so terribly. and for what? because you and the other two stooges who also were narcissists needed someone to take advantage of?

fuck you.

get fucking bent.

[webslingingslasher]

ok so basically, he picked me up at my house at around 6 am in the morning and we were both half asleep but we pushed on nonetheless (he had to properly sell/convince me on the idea of a road trip because i despised the idea of waking up so early) 😭 we had made a playlist beforehand and that’s what we listened to for most of the trip (my parts of the playlist were filled with taylor songs and tbh he memorized most of them after being around me so much so we sung along together :’) ) AND YOU WERE RIGHT… HAND ON THIGH… pretty sure i could not focus on much else after that… i swear i was suddenly so stiff

we were in that car for 4+ hrs so it was a lot of talking and little touches here and there and it was so lovely honestly bc i love spending time with him 🥲 a lot of the talking was about places we want to go to together since we were younger/generally about things we did a lot together which i probably teared up at some point bc reminiscing memories makes me so mushy 🥹

at some point we ended up at a restaurant for some brunch and this was when he gave me the little paper rings!!! mine was pink and his was dark purple and they had this heart in the center of both of them, he also put his name on mine and my name on his and yes i decided to be a fucking idiot and did not make a move at this very moment even tho i almost did!!!! (the whole “is this a marriage proposal?” “might be” bit i told you about 😭)

this restaurant was super pretty and had a little view so he took candids of me and i was so 🥹 and like one of the staff members asked if we wanted a photo of the both of us by the pretty view and we agreed, the photo turned out so cute 😭 for context he’s pretty tall compared to me (i’m 5’1 and a half… he’s 6’1) and he likes resting his head on top of mine when we stand close and that’s what he did while back hugging me in the photo 🥲

after this, we drove a little more to get to this museum i’d told him about once, the paintings and sculptures there were so pretty :( i cant help but go a lil crazy still thinking abt it but we held hands the entire time and i was a little embarrassed bc im ngl,,, my hands were kinda sweaty at that point 😭 

okay so this is where shit starts to happen

once we’d gone through the entire museum, we went to the park that was outside the museum, it was pretty empty around the area we were in, he actually brought a little mat + he packed me sour patch kids bc he knows i like sour gummies 🤭

at some point i was leaning against his side and we were kind of in some kind of comfortable silence and honestly i was contemplating everything at this point bc i was like he likes me… doesn’t he?? yeah he definitely does… but then again what if he doesn’t— and basically i was just spiraling THEN i look at him and he’s looking at me and he hits me with the “can i…” THEN HES JUST LOOKING AT MY LIPS AND I SWEAR I WENT INSANE and i literally just nodded and it happened… we kissed 🧍‍♀️ it was one of those gentle kisses too ugh :(

after that he said something along the lines of “for being the smartest person i know, you’re painfully oblivious” 🤡 and my dumbass tried to argue but then he starts bringing up the little signs he’s been leaving to try and hint at the fact that he likes me and i couldn’t argue bc… he’s right, unfortunately 

then he’s just extra extra affectionate after that 🤭🤭🤭 like we decided to just stay in the car for a bit before we drove back home after the whole park situation and he starts being so cute just telling me how glad he is that “it finally happened” and i felt so loved in that moment and i realized how much he means to me bc hearing him say all of that was such a wonderful thing for me :’) 

andddd nowwwww, i can’t get this man to leave me for longer than 5 seconds NEJDKWKD not that i’m complaining at all tho, i like having him around so much, it’s so comforting <3

your chicken finally got somewhere!!!!!!! -🐓

‘your chicken finally got somewhere’ just filled me with such love and admiration. i am so so proud AND happy for you bestie.

this is such a sweet friends to lovers and i couldn’t be happier! i’ll be playing jump rope with electrical wires, but i’m so happy for you!!!

((this is a wattpad story fr. patent that shit.))

[quirkthieves]

Will you kill me if I ask you to do all of the bulletpoints in IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS for Hii. I need to know everything about my wife at the earliest convenience

how does your muse get local news and updates on current events? are they up to date with all the latest goings-on or do they prefer to avoid it altogether?

I think Hinata probably spends a lot of time casually browsing her phone or watching TV, but I wouldn't say she's super "in the know". A lot of it is stuff that requires more than 30 seconds of attention, too, so she's prone to brushing it off as unimportant or boring.

did your muse grow up with any particular television shows? do they have a favorite, or a memory tied to these shows?

Kemono Jihen takes place in 2016, so... we can reverse engineer her childhood shows as coming from the early 2000s...

I think she would've REALLY liked Inuyasha. She loves historical dramas, romance, action, and it involves yokai-- the perfect blend of attention grabbers for a little girl who liked being cool.

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

She doesn't really go to parties, on account of the leech. That being said, given the opportunity, Hinata's more the type to be vaguely-thematic and hot than a full on costume.

does your muse stay up to date with the latest fashion trends? describe their style. where do they typically buy their clothes?

She does! Hinata enjoys fashion and keeping up with trends a lot, and as described by Aimoto, she leans more on the "punk/rocker" end of the spectrum. Heavy leather influence. I don't think she'd buy from shops that are on the "mall goth/baby bat" end of the spectrum like Hot Topic, though. There's also definitely some sporty influence; im sure her casual clothing contains plenty of athleisure.

who was their first celebrity crush?

...Inuyasha, naturally

what would your muse's bio say if they were on a dating app?

name, age, and probably something like "can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen"

what kind of phone does your muse have, and how customized is it? does it have a basic case or something more unique? is the screen cracked? do they have a popsocket or other accessories on it?

probably a two or three year old smartphone. Definitely cracked screen, but she probably replaces the case when it gets scuffed. The phone case has a pattern like a yakuza tattoo, and a broken loop for a charm.

smartphones and other tech along those lines can be pretty sensitive to heat, so I have a feeling she has to replace it more than most.

who was the one family member your muse always looked up to, if any?

Hinata is the second youngest of 5. Her eldest sister was the coolest person in the world to her, and she emulated a lot of her rough-and-tumble attitude. Although, like with the rest of her family, they no longer speak.

if your muse drives a car, have they personalized it in any way (bumper stickers, things hanging from the rearview mirror, etc.)?

...Can I say she has a motorcycle? The saddlebags are just as leather and studded as the rest of her. Somewhere, there's a bumper sticker that's been worn off over the years, that used to read something not braking for pedestrians.

if given a choice between having a night in or spending the night out on the town, which would they most likely choose and why?

A night in. A night out means making sure Robara behaves, which is just stressful.

In her post canon, she's a bit of a homebody, just due to circumstance.

what are your muse's favorite scents, and what do they associate them with?

Leather, charcoal, and whatever the fuck the inside of an ULTA smells like. You know the smell, though. Makeup fragrances.

I don't think she likes many organic smells, though.

what kind of shopper is your muse? are they a slow, methodical shopper, a list-maker, or a grab the items and go kind of person? how long do they usually spend getting their groceries? how long do they spend clothes shopping? do they use changing rooms?

Grab shit and GOOOOOOOOOO she has an awful habit of just throwing shit in the cart, or if she doesn't want it, sticking it on the nearest shelf. Cuts in line. Haggles with coupons. Leaves the changing room a disaster.

if something bad happens, who will your muse call first?

:)

what social cause is your muse most passionate about and why?

Hinata doesn't.... really care about society outside of the personal goals she has. Social causes are pretty meaningless drivel to her. That being said, she's passionate about the treatment of children, so... that? Don't ask her about theory, she doesn't know. What she knows is she'll kick your ass.

if your muse was made into an action figure, what would their five catchphrases be?

"I'll be a demon or the devil!"

"Suck in those balls!"

"Fightin's what I'm made for!"

"Whether vegetables or people, with an expert, people say you can line the cuts back up like it never happened."

"It's crunch time!"

what are your muse's biggest fears, and what caused them?

Hinata is terrified of losing those closest to her, a fear cultivated by Robara's constant threats towards anyone who got close-- and the perceived inability he had to take care of himself, putting his and others' lives in her hands.

She's also terrified of getting pregnant and giving birth to a "monster". She believes that no matter what, she's somehow become "tainted" and any child she has will turn out like him.

what's the one thing your muse constantly does and wishes they could stop doing?

Hinata's got an awful habit of breaking shit when she's mad, and that's really not conducive to owning things, typically. Phones and TV's can be expensive! And she's mad quite often.

does your muse know how to fight? describe their fighting style. if someone was threatening them and about to attack, how would they respond?

Fighting's what she's made for, right?

Hinata is a powerful combatant, both barehanded and with a weapon. She doesn't play defensively, and her onslaught is only made more dangerous by the flames she wields. If you fuck around, you will find out when you get football tackled to the ground and have your face rearranged in a non-euclidean manner.

Her haste and irritability isn't the same kind of weakness it is for Kaede-- Hinata clearly can be a discerning combatant and is willing to levy strategy to her advantage. It's just that there's a reason so many big predators relentlessly pursue and wear down their prey.

will your muse eat at fast food restaurants? if they're on a time crunch, what type of food will they grab?

She's not opposed to fast food at all! In fact, working for Inari and being on their own so early has made Hinata and Robara quite used to grabbing a quick bite. Hinata prefers things that are high in protein and can easily be eaten with one hand, so things like burgers are pretty set for her food choices.

did your muse's parents pass down any quirks or habits that your muse now does? what are they?

Believe it or not, but Hinata is a strong proponent of telling people to eat their veggies. And she doesn't eat until everyone else does, because her parents only ate after the kids did.

While not from her parents, Hinata's swaggy walk is the result of falling in with some yakuza after leaving home.

does you muse like road trips, or would they prefer to fly in a plane?

Plane, 100%. Longer trips that you can't just sleep off? No way! Plus, driving sucks.

what are their thoughts on roadside attractions and tourist traps? when visiting new cities, do they prefer to see the most popular sites, or pretend to be a local and blend in?

Hinata is the type to do the most popular sites, if only because she wants to appear like a normal couple and do normal couple things, which means buying in to the illusion of popularity as far as activities go. Again, though, her attention span is short and her patience is shorter, and even when Robara isn't a worry, her manners are just godawful and prone to getting her kicked out.

what does your muse's bedroom look like? is it cluttered or clean? do they use the overhead lighting, or use lamps and other things to provide a better ambience? do they make their bed every morning or leave it unmade?

Hinata's bedroom is surprisingly well-decorated, with lots of trendy and thematic elements-- but it's usually in a state of disarray, since she's not the type to get too hung up on organizing things. Not always messy, though. The cleaning tends to be a cycle of missing a few days, doing it all in one big burst, etc, etc. She's not the type to let anything become particularly unsanitary conditions-wise.

The bed gets made, but she complains the whole time about how pointless it is.

is your muse a 'this is a really nice box, i should save it' kind of person, or do they tend to throw things out no matter what?

It's pretty evenly 50/50. Being on her own instilled a bit of resourcefulness, but once things start getting cluttered, Hinata's the type to chuck things out with reckless abandon, regardless of if they've actually been kinda useful.

[just-some-random-blogger]

[RABID GUTTERAL SHRIEKS BARKS BUSTING OUT A FUCKING LUNG SCREAMING HOWLING RIPPING NY HAIR OUT]

WHEN I TELL YOU MY MOM 🤬🤬🤬 AT ME FOR SCREAMING AND SQUEALING SO MUCH AND SO LOUD YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWWWW CRYING THROWING UP BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL

Im so glad i saved this for when i was snuggling in bed cos i wudda broken my pc if i read it on my desk

“Unless your mattress is secretly stuffed full of cash, no. Super Noodles for me for the rest of the month, once I’ve paid my share of the rent.”

😔 smh it be like that

“I’m being serious.” Mysaria, puts her glass down and pulls out her phone, flicking to the App Store and typing. “See? There are loads of apps, why not give it a try?”

🧍 be a girls girl mysaria. Drop the link 👀👀👀👀👀

Even if she did go through with it, she was inexperienced, and would surely be a disappointment to any potential sugar daddies she might attract. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life, it had lasted six months and they’d never gone beyond unsatisfying quickies that focused entirely on his pleasure. The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.

ME. ME FR. SHE IS ME. I AM HER. ME. WTF

Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.

😃😃😃😃😃😃😃 WHAT. NO. NO. I AM NOT WASTING A MEME ON LARYS FUCKING STRONG. LARYS??? LARYS❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ THE FEET GUY. WHAT THIS LINE??? HUH??? THIS WORKED ON YOU 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺 WHAT HELP ME I SWEAR I SWEAR THIS HAD ME GOOGLING LARYS COS I THOUGHT I MISSED SOMETHING LIKE AINT NO WAY SHE THINKS HES HOT HUH PLS PLS PLS WRONG BROTHER WRONG BROTHER WOULD

I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?

💀💀💀💀

OK BUT IM GLAD THAT SHE WAS REPELLED ANGE I SWEAR I WAS PANICKING FR COS I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO BE CONVERTED INTO A LARYS FUCKER YOUR HONOR NO FURTHER QUESTIONS PLEASE MOVE ON

No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious. She swipes right, unable to fight the disappointment she feels when it’s not an instant match.

NOW WE'RE TALKING. [SPRAYS THE AIR] A CLEANSE FOR CLEAR SKIN AND PERKY BOOBS

Hello.

😁🫦👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨💒🏡🤰🤱👪🧑🧓

I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.

KINDA A JERK BUT

How much? And are you free Saturday night?

🧍 TELL HIM HOW MUCH YOU OWE ALL OF IT DO IT 😭😭😭 NO CAUSE THE WAY I SCREAMED

Tell me your address and dress size.

NO CUZZZZ THE WAYYYY I SCREWAAAMMMMMMDDDDDDDD

There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.

I WANT HIM

He steps out of the car and she inhales sharply at the sight of him. He is tall, at least six foot easily, despite her wearing heels he still towers over her. A well tailored, black suit clings to his long, lithe form and his white hair is pulled back neatly into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck.

RUN ME OVER

“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.” His right eye rakes appreciatively over her form, and when his left doesn’t follow the motion, she realises it’s a prosthetic. “Shall we go?”

HE SAID SHE LOOK GOOD WHICH MEANS HE SAID I LOOK GOOD THEREFORE

“Just play along.” He whispers.

YOU CAN PLAY WITH ME

“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”

EAR SHATTERING SCREAM YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS TELLING ME SHIT LIKE THIS JDJEJSBHSJSJKASBSHSHDBS

His words, combined with the tickle of his breath against the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.

Lol strong boys

The lies that flow from his mouth are effortless. He had met her at the museum she works at when he’d come in to browse an exhibition. They’d hit it off instantly and been inseparable ever since.

No cuz why he lying 😭😭😭 naur cuz i get it but this gon bite you in the ass, you couldve idk bended the truth so at least its not THAT BAD idk idk live ur life [BARKING NOISES]

Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand and as the night goes on, and the champagne continues to flow freely, she finds herself eagerly playing up to the part of dutiful girlfriend. She leans into every touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of his lips to her hairline. He is respectful, too respectful, never getting handsy or going for a full on the lips kiss.

IF YOU WONT SAY IT I WILL

“You did well this evening.” He tells her as she starts the engine. “We put on quite the show.”

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY, PEOPLE WHO PUT ON GOOD SHOWS ARE- please just choke me already

“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”

OBVIOUSLY 🙄🙄🙄 WITH BITES AND KISSES

So much for this not feeling like prostitution. She’s already paid off her student loan, she could just say no, but then she wouldn’t get to see him again.

IF YOU SAY NO WHY WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK OF SAYING NO DONT SAY NO THINK ABOUT HOW PRETTY HE IS THIS ABOUT HIS MONEY THINK ABOUT HIS MAGNUM C

His large hands move to steady her by the shoulders and as she looks up into his face she is struck by how gorgeous he really is. 

WAIT THE ENDING

🗣️ AEMOND❗

COME BACK WERE JUST NERVOUS WE LOVE YOU

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter One

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.5k Series masterlist

Chapter summary: Desperate to pay off her student loans, she downloads a dating app with a twist, and makes an interesting match.

She sighs, her eyes scanning over the PDF of her payslip for the month, before locking her phone and letting it drop heavily onto the kitchen counter.

“Bad news?” Mysaria quirks an eyebrow, sliding a glass of wine across to her.

“These student loan repayments are fucking killing me. I’ve basically worked an entire week for free this month.” She complains, taking a huge swig from her glass.

“Bummer.” Her flatmate says. “Any way I can help?”

“Unless your mattress is secretly stuffed full of cash, no. Super Noodles for me for the rest of the month, once I’ve paid my share of the rent.”

“You could give being a sugar baby a try?” Mysaria says with a smirk over the rim of her wine glass.

She laughs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, or take up pole dancing lessons and become a stripper!”

“I’m being serious.” Mysaria, puts her glass down and pulls out her phone, flicking to the App Store and typing. “See? There are loads of apps, why not give it a try?”

“Isn’t that just prostitution?” She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

“Hey!” Mysaria chides. “Sex work is real work, but this isn’t prostitution. Most of these guys are just desperate, lonely guys who earn big bucks and are willing to spoil you in exchange for a conversation or a few selfies. You don’t even have to sleep with any of them…unless you want to.”

“I think I’ll pass, thanks.”

Even if she did go through with it, she was inexperienced, and would surely be a disappointment to any potential sugar daddies she might attract. She’d had one boyfriend in her entire life, it had lasted six months and they’d never gone beyond unsatisfying quickies that focused entirely on his pleasure. The idea of taking money from a stranger in order to pay her bills makes her incredibly uneasy.

They’re half way through their second bottle of wine as she scrolls through her phone. Mysaria is snoring softly on the sofa next to her, while an episode of some trashy reality TV show plays away to itself in the background.

Her thoughts keep drifting back to her flatmate’s mention earlier in the evening of sugar babies. She knows it’s likely the wine inspiring her actions, but she finds herself scrolling through the same apps they’d looked at previously.

Seeing one with particularly good reviews, she presses download before she’s had a chance to think twice about it and then goes through the process of setting up a profile, picking the best photo she has of herself on her camera roll.

Her heart races as she swipes with shaky fingers through photos of a myriad of men. She stops when she sees the look of one she likes.

Larys, 45. Tell me all your secrets.

His curly brown hair and piercing blue eyes immediately capture her attention, and she enjoys the flirtatious nature of his tagline. She swipes right and is stunned when she gets an “It’s a match!” notification. Wow, that was fast.

Instantly a message pops up from him.

Hello beautiful. How are you this evening?

She smiles, this seems harmless enough.

I’m fine, thanks. Just watching TV. How are you?

Her eyes linger on the screen as she awaits his reply.

I’d be better if I could get a look at your pretty feet. How much?

Bile rises in her throat and she throws the phone away from her in disgust. The worst possible start she could have asked for. She silently curses Mysaria’s stupid idea and vows never to open the app again.

Three weeks later and she is thoroughly fed up. She’s tired of never going out or doing anything, sick of existing on instant noodles. When she receives another payslip and sees yet another loan repayment has eaten away at her earnings, she reaches breaking point. She considers looking for another job, but she currently doesn’t qualify for anything beyond an entry level position in her field, and the pay everywhere else is no better than what she’s already on.

Her thumb lingers over the app that she hasn’t touched for weeks, too scarred by having such an awful first encounter to bother with it again. However, she’s desperate and willing to try anything - not with Larys though. She’s quick to unmatch with him, eager to forget his disgusting request.

She swipes mindlessly for a few minutes, not finding anyone attractive, until she happens across a photo that stops her in her tracks.

The man in question has sharp features - an aquiline nose, an impossibly chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones. His long white blonde hair frames his face elegantly, his only imperfection is the scar that runs across his left eye, a slightly duller blue than the right. She wonders if he’s still able to see out of it.

Aemond, 35.

No tagline, no other photos, save the one of him staring directly into the camera. He seems intense and mysterious. She swipes right, unable to fight the disappointment she feels when it’s not an instant match.

She closes the app, her desire to look at anyone else has been thwarted by how ridiculously good looking he is.

She has nearly forgotten about him when her phone buzzes the next day. He’s matched with her. She unlocks her phone, her palms sweaty with nerves, and looks at his message.

Hello.

Simple, to the point, possibly the words of a serial killer? She pushes the thought away and types out a response.

Hi. How are you?

She almost gives up and puts her phone away in the time it takes for him to reply, but eventually he does.

I don’t do small talk. Tell me about yourself.

Her eyes widen as she reads the message. He’s either incredibly rude or just not used to interacting with other people. She decides to give him the benefit of the doubt. She tells him about her history degree, about her museum job, about her living situation and her aspirations to one day become a curator of historical artifacts. He is unsurprisingly evasive when she attempts to ask about him.

So, what brings you to the app?

She decides there’s no point in hiding the fact that she’s strapped for cash, she wouldn’t be using an app that matches sugar babies with sugar daddies if that weren’t the case. She explains that her student loan repayments are crippling her, half expecting not to hear from him again. His next message is much quicker to arrive.

How much? And are you free Saturday night?

Dread gnaws at her stomach. Oh god, what does he expect of her? Hesitantly, she types out the remaining balance she has on her student loan and asks what he has in mind for Saturday. Again, he replies straight away.

Give me your bank details. I need a date for my nephew’s engagement party.

Her eyes widen. This cannot be real, and yet it’s happening. Dazed by his forwardness she sends across her account number and sort code, and tells him she’s free on Saturday.

Her mouth runs dry when after a few minutes her banking app pings with a notification of a deposit. The full amount she owes on her student loan has been transferred to her under the name ‘A. Targaryen.” 

Aemond has transferred her thousands of pounds as if it were nothing more than pocket change, and all under the loose agreement that she’ll attend a party with him. This man has to be obscenely wealthy, or insane, perhaps both.

Her phone vibrates again. Another message from him.

Transferred. Give me your number, I hate the messaging interface on this app.

With clammy hands and a pounding heart she types out an entirely too long, rambled message of thanks, along with her number.

She wonders if she’s blown it when she doesn’t hear from him again, yet the money still sits in her bank account, feeling as though it’s burning a hole in it. She hasn’t exactly played it cool, most sugar babies probably accept money with cool sophistication, not simpering words of gratitude.

She feels like she’s forgotten how to breathe when he texts her on Friday.

Tell me your address and dress size.

Once more, she’s taken aback by how blunt he is, yet she complies and provides both. 

When she arrives home from work later that evening, there is a package waiting for her. She opens it to reveal a black silk gown. The cut of the fabric is beautiful. Her jaw drops when she sees the Chanel label. This likely cost more than the entirety of the clothing she owns put together.

There’s a note that simply reads: Wear this tomorrow - A.

She smiles at the neatness of his handwriting. Aemond is a strange man, and yet she can’t help the intrigue she feels towards him. This is his second act of generosity towards her in the space of a week and they’ve yet to even meet.

She spends all of Saturday ensuring she is waxed, exfoliated and moisturised all over, before carefully styling her hair and applying make-up that she feels will do the eye-wateringly expensive dress she’s been given to wear justice. 

She is jittery with nerves when a sleek, black sports car pulls up outside the block of flats. She can just tell it’s Aemond, nothing that costs that much has any business being on this side of town otherwise.

She hurries downstairs to meet him, eager to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing the mess that is the inside of the pokey, little flat she shares with Mysaria.

He steps out of the car and she inhales sharply at the sight of him. He is tall, at least six foot easily, despite her wearing heels he still towers over her. A well tailored, black suit clings to his long, lithe form and his white hair is pulled back neatly into a bun that sits at the nape of his neck.

“You must be Aemond.” She says, praying her make-up is enough to hide the evidence of how hot her face currently feels.

“Mmm. Yes, I must. You look good.” His right eye rakes appreciatively over her form, and when his left doesn’t follow the motion, she realises it’s a prosthetic. “Shall we go?”

He gestures towards the car, walking around to the passenger’s side to open the door for her.

He fills her in on what’s expected of her as he drives. His nephew, Jace, has gotten engaged to his longtime girlfriend, Baela. He is sick of fending off questions around why he’s not with anyone yet, especially from that side of the family. He expects her to stick by his side for the evening and he’ll deal with any awkward questions that may arise.

They arrive and Aemond is ever the gentleman, quickly stepping out of the car to open the door for her and offer her a hand out. 

She shivers at the feel of his hand against hers and is stunned further still when he interlocks their fingers, keeping a firm hold of her hand as they enter the house.

“Just play along.” He whispers.

She is immediately struck by the opulence of it all as they walk through the foyer. This is a family that comes from old money. It was clear from the antique furnishings and vaulted ceilings that the Targaryens had always had money and always would.

She balks a little, unsure of if she will fit in, suddenly self conscious. Aemond seems to pick up on this.

“Relax.” He whispers to her. “Everyone here looks like shit compared to you.”

His words, combined with the tickle of his breath against the shell of her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

True to his word, he doesn’t let her stray from his side the entire evening. The tension between family members is unmistakable. The sneers with which a trio of dark haired young men regard Aemond is incredibly off putting.

She is informed by Aemond that the eldest of them is Jace, whose engagement they are here to celebrate. She meets Aemond’s mother, the doe eyed, auburn haired woman is pretty and seems shocked but delighted at the sight of her son with an actual date on his arm.

The lies that flow from his mouth are effortless. He had met her at the museum she works at when he’d come in to browse an exhibition. They’d hit it off instantly and been inseparable ever since.

Every touch of his hand at the small of her back feels like a brand and as the night goes on, and the champagne continues to flow freely, she finds herself eagerly playing up to the part of dutiful girlfriend. She leans into every touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the gentle press of his lips to her hairline. He is respectful, too respectful, never getting handsy or going for a full on the lips kiss.

When the evening draws to a close and he escorts her back to the passenger side of his car, she feels bereft at the loss of his touch as he moves around to the driver’s seat.

“You did well this evening.” He tells her as she starts the engine. “We put on quite the show.”

Remembering that none of this was real, that she’d been paid to be here startles her out of her tipsy fantasy that this is an actual relationship and her mouth presses into a tight line as she nods.

They drive in silence for a while before Aemond speaks again.

“If you’re up for it, my mother is having a birthday meal this Wednesday. She mentioned tonight she’d love for you to come. Are you available? I’ll pay you, obviously.”

So much for this not feeling like prostitution. She’s already paid off her student loan, she could just say no, but then she wouldn’t get to see him again.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” She says meekly.

They pull up outside the block of flats and, right on cue, Aemond is striding around the car to get her door. She wobbles on her heels as she climbs out, the effects of the evening’s alcohol getting the better of her, and falls against his chest.

His large hands move to steady her by the shoulders and as she looks up into his face she is struck by how gorgeous he really is. 

Her eyes slowly close, as she leans in, her lips pressing towards his.

His grip on her shoulders tightens, pushing her back ever-so gently. “You don’t need to do that.”

Her eyes snap back open, shame coursing through her like liquid fire. “Oh…”

“I’ll text you the details about Wednesday. Thanks again for tonight.”

He gets back into the car, driving away as she stands on the kerbside, feeling thoroughly embarrassed.

[gamerezrathing]

Just a friendly reminder to be careful what you say in chat. You never know what that stranger has been through, or is currently going through. I'll admit that I got a bit emotional during this unfortunate interaction; I'm not ashamed to admit that I have human emotions.

I was already having a very rough day, and went to play a video game to decompress. Now, I know that Path of Titans official servers aren't always the best way to do so, but I've rarely had toxic encounters, and truly enjoy playing on official servers.

For those who'd rather read the screenshots, scroll to the end of the post. Just keep in mind that the summary clarifies some things that the screenshots don't.

This is a summary of what was said. No real names/usernames are mentioned in this post except for mine:

Green = EzraThing (me)

Pink = Pink1 and Pink2 (both were part of the group who unalived me)

Purple = Purple (the other member of the group who unalived me)

Red = Red (someone who had nothing to do with this, but still had to get their irrelevant words in)

Blue = Sweetheart (an innocent soul)

Orange = Random Bystander, Another Random Bystander, Antihero, and Translates To Daddy (pretty sure you can figure it out)

(Couldn't get a screenshot of this first message, but I vividly remember saying this)

Ezra: ggs to the gqint (I meant giant) carni pack that murdered an adol duck. It was a really goofy thing. Lol

You know, a light hearted, teasing joke. The whole thing made me laugh. From the sudden ambush, to the wild goose chase. But, they got me in the end, so I was saying my "ggs".

Pink1: Giant (correcting my mistake)

Pink1: Lol a sub thal and sub chicken

Pink1: And a sarco

I didn't see the "And a sarco" until after I already sent my next message. The keyboard takes up the majority of the screen whenever I go to type.

Ezra: Sarco did the most damage

Pink1: duh

Ezra: Yeah duh, What's your point?

Was getting a little frustrated at this point since I already said ggs in a light hearted way, and they were taking this into more toxic territory.

Pink1: Ur dumb for saying that lol

Pink1: 3 is a giant number guys watch out

Yeah, 3 is a giant number for a fresh adol duck that was suddenly ambushed, and murdered, by sub-adult and adult carnis. That, and I don't have very good vision in the first place.

Ezra: How is that dumb? I'm just trying to quest in peace, you guys won, I said "ggs", end of story

Pink1: Pvp is no peace

Pink1: Ggs go quest

Ezra: Okay, thanks. Bye

Accepted the permission I apparently needed from them to go back to what I was doing before, and not be bothered anymore. Apparently this group can't even manage that.

Purple: Ewww ezra you're on xbox... Now im glad i bit you - sarco

Ezra: Mind your business

Was trying to give the hint that I was already moved on and didn't want to continue their "game".

Purple: Someone is insecure

Ezra: Considering that I'm not the one holding onto this dead conversation, I highly doubt that. Lol

Purple: Ezra you seem to take this game to heart. (Didn't get the rest of this message in the screenshot) Something along the lines of "smoke something and chill".

Ezra: Literally can't smoke, but okay. Lol

What can I say? I've got fragile lungs that can barely handle me standing behind a running car. So smoking is an absolute no-go for me.

Purple: Ezra back down to 669... RIP

Okay, so? I'm an adolescent duck, how much did you think I was going to have in the first place? Move on with your life, bro.

Purple: Ezra it's okay

Bro acting like I'm the one harassing them. They didn't seem to want to leave me alone, so I decided to try to have some fun with it.

Ezra: Do you talk like this to everyone, or am I just special~

Pink2: Ezra,shut up. I'm tired of seeing your name in the chat

Ezra: Bruh, what???

Genuinely confused at wtf is going on now, and had to reread the chat a bit to make sure that I wasn't going crazy.

Ezra: I've hardly said anything, Pink2.

Purple: ezra you're very special...

Bro was just desperate for even a sliver of my attention.

Pink2: Ezra, you're ruining the peace of the server

Yeah, 'cause it's totally my fault that Pink1 and Purple, and now you, decided to harass me.

Ezra: How am I doing that?

Pink2: Existing

... Way to tell someone who has genuinely had problems with unaliving thoughts that merely existing is causing everyone problems...

This is why you don't talk to strangers this way; you never know what the other person has gone through, or is currently going through.

Red: XD

Red: Y'all savage asf XD

Way to support toxicity, Red...

Ezra: Mute me if you really don't want to hear from me anymore, Pink2.

Pink2: Too much work

Ezra: Logged on like 30 minutes ago, and I already want to kms. Exactly what I came for. Lol

Dark, sarcastic humor is my coping mechanism. I would never tell anyone to kys, but I tend to joke about kms when I experience another one of my rough depressive episode. It rarely happens anymore. It's a tough habit to break, but I'm working on it.

Random Bystander: Global Chats Wild and extra special today, huh? Lol

Ezra: Apparently

Just trying to move on at this point, and hopefully get some fun hours in the game.

Purple: Ezra shut up

Ezra: Just mute me Purple

Pink2: Ezra seek therapy

Do people not realize how expensive therapy can get? Besides, there is no fixing me; I'm broken beyond repair, bud.

Ezra: Too expensive

Red: Alcohol isn't that expensive

Way to support alcoholism, Red...

Antihero: All u shut up love of god you dirtball swine

My hero~

Another Random Bystander: whys everyone so whiney tonight

Me: No idea, Another Random Bystander

Red: It's past their bedtime XD

Way to finally say something okay to say, Red...

Purple: Antihero shut up you're on xbox

What does this person have against xboxs?

Pink2: My bad Antihero, Ezra is being disruptive

Yeah, 'cause I'm totally the one beating a dead horse until it's a fine, brown paste staining the ground...

Antihero: i have pc 2 scrub sit down

... Still my hero?

Purple: 200 is crazy

Did they forget that people spend their marks?

Antihero: thats what your pc is worth hu fat boy

I genuinely didn't see this comment until I was scrolling through the screenshots... No longer my hero. Lol

Purple: Ez report

Purple: Player Report Successful!

Purple is desperate enough for attention to grab the lowest hanging fruit possible.

Red: Xbox solid, I sold my ps5 for xbox

Way to finally say something positive, Red...

Ezra: I just wanted to come on and enjoy this game for a bit, but apparently everybody hates me

Ezra: And wants to report me for no reason (I didn't see Antihero's comment that Purple was actually responding to until after)

Red: If it makes u feel better i also hate u

Way to immediately dwell back into the toxicity, Red...

Sweetheart: (/whisper Ezra) test

They were seeing if the whisper command worked, I guess. Lol

Antihero: ill be your friend

You literally just called someone fat earlier, bud. But thanks, I guess. Lol

Translates To Daddy: I don't hate you

... Dad?

Red: Im kidding XD

Ezra: Did you think that you didn't count as everyone?

(These were both sent at almost the same time, so it may not make the most sense) I meant it more like "Did you think that you didn't count when I said 'everyone'?" ADHD go brrrrrr-

Sweetheart: (/whisper Ezra) what is even happening right now?

Sweetheart: (/whisper Ezra) I am sorry they are being so mean

Honestly, thank you so much for reaching out to check on me. It truly does mean a lot.

Red: U cant say everyone, how can I hate (Didn't catch the end of this message, either) Something along the lines of "how can I hate someone that I don't know?"

I don't know, how can you? 'Cause you clearly do, somehow. How do you talk like this to a complete stranger?

Ezra: Well you clearly do

Ezra: (/whisper Sweetheart) Don't apologize for them; it's not your fault.

I apologize if I sounded a bit harsh. I was truly just ready to log off at this point.

Sweetheart: (/whisper Ezra) I know it isn't but the toxicity is hard to watch sometimes

(Didn't get a screenshot of my last message before logging off, but this is what it essentially was. I accidentally hit send about halfway through, so the actual chat message isn't exactly like this. Lol)

Ezra: Welp, I'm getting off for the night. Congrats Pink1, Purple, Pink2, and Red for making someone's already terrible day even worse.

I logged off before I saw any responses.

Now, for those who want to read the actual screenshots, here you go (first image is a guide on what order to read them):

[amor-brooklynn]

[{ 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷..? }] 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓳𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓼

ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ (ʙᴀʙʏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ… ᴇᴛᴄ.)

-

dom!karl x sub!fem!reader <3

this is really lazy, so im sorry T^T

--

oh, how did you get here? in front of karl, making yourself feel good at the thought of him while he got himself off by the sight of you? it all just kind of... "happened" didn't it? oh no, that's not the case for you two.

it had always been the teasing with you two, but you had never really felt anything with him. until, that is, him, sapnap, and quackity were flirting with each other in front of you. it had been a normal thing for a while now, but eventually, you realized that you would get even more pissed off the longer it went on between the three friends. but you had no idea why it made a fire ignite inside of you.

the constant,

"damn, karl, you be lookin fine today,"

"karl, you're cute as hell,"

"can i get some of that ass?"

and karl just casually smiling and giggling towards their horrible attempts at flirting was always setting off a detonator for you. and today was clearly crossing the line.

yeah, usually you wouldn't say anything to them no matter how mad it made you, but today was enough.

"so, handsome, wanna hang out with quackity and me?" sapnap had said, completely ignoring your presence.

"actually, sap, he's kind of already hanging out with m-" you tried to say something, but karl had already made up his mind.

"of course! y/n, do you wanna tag along?" he gave you a beaming smile, so how could you say no to his beautifully perfect face.

even though you knew what was gonna happen, you agreed to go.

you all gathered your belongings and followed sap out to the car. you invited karl to sit in the back with you, but he denied and told you he would just sit in the front with sap.

you scoffed lightly, and it seemed no one had heard you, so you continued to make your way into the car.

through the entire car ride you just eyed sapnap and his every move with karl. and wow, you weren't even to quackity's house yet and you were already wanting to scream to your hearts desire. but, you ignored the feeling and just continued to deal with it.

you watched as sapnap reached over and sat his hand on karl's thigh. you didn't really know what to think or feel other than hate, rage, and slight hurt that karl didn't really care or that you knew he didn't like you the same way. or maybe it was the fact that sapnap was literally giving you looks and shooting you smirks every once and a while when he realized that you didn't like how he was acting. he was doing it on fucking purpose.

after the car ride of literal hell you had FINALLY made it to the house, and you were the first to unfasten your seatbelt and get out of the car, pretty pissed off at what you had witnessed.

you were walking down the sidewalk to the door when you heard karl's voice call from behind you.

"y/n! wait up!" he called to you, and you growled.

"NO! why don't you just stay behind with your dumbass little boyfriend?!" you turned and yelled back, throwing your hands up in the air, making a gesture, an overdramatic one at that.

he gave you a confused and slightly hurt look. "what? y/n, i'd rather hang out with you!"

"oh, yeah, sure. whatever you say." you rolled your eyes and turned back around, continuing down the path before you had arrived at the door, ringing the doorbell unhesitantly.

quackity was quick to open the door and his face lit up. "y/n! it's so great to see you again! where's karl and sapnap?" he beamed.

"they're behind me, don't bother trying to hang out with me. i'm clearly not worth any of your guys' time so i'll just be on my way to the guest room." you insulted yourself and pushed him vigorously aside, storming through the living room and down to the hallway, where your room was located.

he watched you with concerned eyes, before he got easily distracted by karl and sapnap. "hey guys! what's up with y/n?"

karl shrugged and flinched slightly when he heard your door slam. "not sure... she's been like that ever since we got in the car."

sapnap just smirked to himself, he knew why you were upset but he didn't bother to say anything.

"hm. oh! i already have everything set up in my room, i was planning on streaming with you guys. is that okay?"

"yeah, of course! y/n should come too!" karl offered.

"nah, she'll be fine. she probably won't even want to join us." sapnap declined and quickly forced them into the room, shutting the door behind them.

but you did. you did want to join them, just to be with your one and only. you wanted to be with karl. but when it came to them, he paid no attention to you whatsoever.

a couple minutes later after laying carelessly on the soft matress in your room, scrolling through your phone, you got a notification from twitch, notifying you that quackity had started streaming.

"PRACTICING FOR MCC WITH KARL AND SAPNAP"

you threw your phone to the side with your left hand, as you covered your eyes with the other. you wanted to cry, you wanted karl to spend time with you. even just look at you for a minute. but no, sapnap and quackity, it was always them.

you wanted karl to be happy and you were okay with him having friends, sure. but he never seemed to care about you.

a low vibrating sound emitted from your phone that now lays beside you, and you rolled over and glanced at who it was.

karl 💕 is calling...

speak of the devil...

don't pick it up, you told yourself. but you needed to hear his voice again, even though it hadn't been that long yet.

so, you picked it up.

"h-hello?" you stuttered becuase of your breath hitching every second from the tears continuously forming in your eyes.

"hey! quackity started streaming, you should come in with us!" he invited. you knew it was torture to be in there with them, so why did you give in so quickly?

"o-okay. i'll be in t-t-there in a sec-cond." you said, wiping the tears away from your face.

"hey, are you okay? you sound like you've been crying..." he asked, clearly concerned from the amount of stuttering in just one sentence.

"what? c-crying? no, no! it's j-just cold in h-here. t-that's all." you lied, not wanting to draw any attention from all of them.

"oh. okay! see you in a minute!" and then he just, hung up. just like that he was distracted again.

after a couple minutes of collecting yourself, you navigated your way to quackity's office and knocked and the door before opening it with a tired look.

"Y/n! come in!" quackity exclaimed and motioned you towards the three of them.

you slowly stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind you before walking over to them and plopping yourself down on the ground. the chat had started going crazy.

"HIIIIIIII Y/NNNNNNNN!!!!"

"WELCOME TO THE PARTYY"

"hiii weve missed you"

"HOLA Y/N"

also including donations from many of them as well, but you didn't care. in fact, you loved it! all the love and joy sent from them was heartwarming!

"so, everyone, y/n here is gonna join us today as well!" quackity informed and moved out of the way that way everyone could get a better view of you for a couple seconds before repositioning back in the same spot.

the stream had went on for a little over two hours, and the flirting wasn't as bad since they were all distracted with practicing, so it was a pretty good time.

but when the stream had ended...

"so, cutie, have any plans for tonight? wanna go out?" sapnap had said something first, and then quackity.

"hey, let me tag along too, asshole! maybe we could..." the words started to die down in quackity's throat when he realized that karl had gotten the hint.

karl just giggled at the both of them.

god, you were already sick of their stupid flirty shit.

"yeah... i'm up for that... you give good head, karl?" sapnap joked.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" you screamed, and stood up furiously. "DO YOU EVER JUST STOP? LIKE ACTUALLY STOP? YOU SIT THERE AND STARE AT ME ON PURPOSE THAT WAY YOU CAN MAKE ME FEEL SO FUCKING BAD ABOUT MYSELF BECAUSE YOU GUYS GET TO DO SHIT LIKE THIS WITH HIM!" you felt warm tears start streaking down your face as you shook your head at him.

"you're fucking pathetic, sap. always have to feel like your the damn king around here. well, you aren't even close to being one. you're a fucking asshole." you said as you walked towards the door. "oh, and have fun getting home, 'cause i got your keys and i'm taking your car. you can fuck off." you finished before walking out into the living room again, and slamming the door.

"y/n wait!" karl shouted.

"way to go sap. way to fucking go." karl said sternly and followed you outside. but when he got to the door, you were already starting up the car and driving down the road.

"y/n..."

./WHEN YOU GOT HOME\.

when you made it home, you practically busted the door down in a fit of anger, tears still rolling down your puffy, red face. you threw your keys down on the table that sat beside the door as you continued to walk closer to the room that you wanted to lock yourself in so bad. you stumbled around the house as you tried to kick your shoes off your feet, mumbling a thread of curse words under your breath every time you tripped.

after walking around the house like a drunk person, you were finally in your room, locked inside, laying on the carpeted floor as you thought about what had happened just moments ago.

you got a call from karl as you were lolligagging in your happy little fantasy. you groaned, obviously annoyed at this point, but answered the call anyways.

"what." you said flatly. the slightest bit of attitude dripping from your voice.

"what's your problem?" he growled into the phone and you could have sworn you felt yourself just get the slightest bit aroused.

"oh, so now you care?" you shot back. "why aren't you fucking sapnap? you giving good head, karl?" you quoted, screwing sapnap over. but you didn't care.

"oh, baby, you shouldn't go there." he said, in a low, deep voice that you've never heard from him before. but boy, was it an experience.

your eyes widened at the sudden action, your mouth open in an attempt to say something dramatic, just anything to keep yourself away from him. but it was too late, you just couldn't.

"quackity's driving me home, and you're gonna be taught a good lesson, love." you could almost feel the smirk from him easing through the phone.

"b-but we aren't-" you wanted to tell him you weren't a thing, but your mind said no. you've wanted this for a while. a long while.

"we aren't what, love? we aren't together? but does that mean anything to you? no, it doesn't. you wanna know every little thing about what i'm gonna do to you, isn't that right, love?" he teased, and you squeezed your thighs together absent-mindedly.

"y-yes." you answered after a long wave of silence.

"yes. who." he punctuated both words with a stern voice.

"yes daddy."

"good girl." he praised and it was already too much for you. "i'll be there in 10. you gonna be ready for me when i get there?"

"mhm..." you hummed, already too fucked out from just his words.

"good." that was his last word before he hung up on you, your eyes still wide open.

...and that's how you ended up here.

"karl... please. i need you." you pleaded for him to be inside of you but no, he wanted otherwise.

"no. you need to be taught a lesson. bad girls don't get away with bad things, now do they y/n?" he denied and continued to slide his pants and boxers down and off of him in one swift motion.

your eyes widened for what felt like the 100th time tonight at his size. "oh... oh my god, karl." you breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

"what? not what you expected sweetheart?" he smirked at your reaction.

you nodded eagerly, and watched as he walked over to sit down on the bed in front of you.

"now, you're gonna listen to me, okay?"

you nodded once again, you didn't dare to say anything. you usually would have thought that karl is the soft type (which he is most of the time) but you were proved wrong tonight.

you were already stripped down, completely naked in front of him, and it was making you a little nervous but he seemed to admire your body so much that it was hard to ignore. he wouldn't say anything, but he would stare at you longer than he would mean to and would let out soft apologies in case you started to get a little concerned.

"okay, good. and you're completely sure that you're fine with this, love?" he looked at you as he spoke, and his the look in his eyes told you all that you needed to know to answer.

"yes, karl. please just do what you want to me." you consented and he smiled softly. "what do you want karl?" you asked in a whiney voice.

"Show me how good you can make yourself feel by the thought of me." he didn't hesitate to say, which somewhat surprised you. but you did as he said, sliding your hands down your body and resting your hand at your entrance, your eyes hesitantly looking up into his eyes, maintaining eye contact with him as you proceeded to slip two fingers inside yourself.

you broke eye contact when your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation, and you leaned you head back as you let out a shaky moan.

"yeah, like that, baby." he praised, and wrapped his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly.

you covered your mouth as you started building up the pace with your fingers, your eyes refusing to open. you moaned into your mouth when you heard a low groan from the boy that still sat in front of you. the sound coming from him could have finished you off in seconds, but you weren't giving up yet.

you slid another finger in, earning more praise from him.

"fuck, karl! 'm gonna cum soon." you warned, only to be surprised by what he said after.

"no."

"w-what?" you were shocked, but you were also excited for the next thing.

"you're not finishing without me, love." he protested and smiled weakly at you.

you nodded and slowed down a little that way he could catch up to you.

"daddy..." you breathed, and that was what set him off.

his breathing got heavy and he started stroking himself faster. "fuck! so close..."

you opened your eyes just to see the perfect picture of him, his hair messy and ruffled, sweat dripping down his face, teary eyes, and his chest heaving up and down with every breath.

he caught you eyes staring at him and you silently asked for permission to finish.

"g-go ahead, baby."

and then you were undone.

"karl!" you moaned loudly, not even caring if sap could hear you anymore.

you sat there for a while as you pulled out your fingers. your heart fluttered but also desired for more when his next words came out of his mouth.

"If only you could see how good you look right now."

you looked at him and smiled, repositioning yourself on your knees and crawling over to him to cuddle with him after being completely fucked by his words and your fingers, you didn't even care about the mess you both had made. but once you had went to lay against him, he held you up by the chin gently.

"you thought we were done, baby? just 'cause you look beautiful like this doesn't mean that the lesson is over." he said as he stared at you with even more desire in his pretty eyes. pretty for sure.

---

fin. <3

[tparker48]

Request for zombie-Husky Blog

It would be weekday as Jason was invited to tend one of his friend's water park parties. Dropped off at the entrance, he went to get his ticket from the booth as his dad waited in the car.

"Alright, looks like you're set. If you need me, call, but I'll be back to come get you later."

"Got it." Jason confirmed.

"And you got everything you needed from the car?"

"Yes"

"and you're sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"Yes dad"

"did you-"

"Dad, I'm 18, not twelve. Whatever it is that the party has in stored, Im pretty sure I got it."

"Oh I know, just teasing" His dad chuckled. "Have a good time" his dad said, starting the car back up as he made his way to the exit of the park. Jason shaking his head in embarassment before making his way into the park.

Upon entering, he made his way down a long hallway. The sound of his feet clapping against the ground as the solid cement lead to a light ahead. The sounds of water splashing and people chatting, music playing in the back as its tune played like he was at a festival. Making his way through, the view of the park came at once as he stared in the distance. Waterslides would stretch past the rest of the park's building as they reached to the sky. Streams from the pool leading around, as tubes rested near the side of the crossway. "Man, this place is pretty big. Riley sure knows how to pick his spots."

"Yo!" Jason heard to the left of him, turning around to see a boy running to him. It was Riley. "Glad you could make it!" He said as he finally reached Jason.

"Ay, I thought I saw that poofy hair somewhere. Thanks for inviting me!"

"No problem, wouldn't be a party without ya afterall!" He commented, Ushering his hand behind him "Come on, the others are over herer. We're thinking about hitting the slides first."

"Lead the way" Jason said, following behind Riley as the two made their way towards chairs that rested underneath an umbrella.

Meeting with the others, they all chatted for a little bit as they grabbed something to eat from the hot dog stands that laid across the walls of the building. Discussing which slides to hit first as they got their gear from the booths. "Alright then, its decided. We'll hit the big slides first and transition to the others. Let's see.." Riley paused, pulling up a map of the water park "We'll hit the twisty current first, that should start us off."

"Sure I can go for that"

"Sounds like a plan, I was looking for a bit of thrill first."

"Well then, what are we all standing around here for, let's get moving!" Jason announced, the others agreeing as they made they're way to the slide. Maneuvering around a few swimmers as they all moved to their designated slides. Jason and the others making their way to theirs as they gathered at the entrance of the slide. "Alright we're here. Let's get in line before it gets too long."

"Ok, thankfully we hit this first. Looks like we'll be up there in no time compared to the rest of them." One of his friends said, heading up the ramps of the slide as they climbed their way to the top. The others following him as they began to climb as well.

As the three of them climbed up, the building that towered over them started to get smaller, the city beginning to appear in the distance the further they went up. As they finally reach the top, the line would be decently short, the entrance to the slide just up ahead as the lifeguard pushed a swimmer into the tube. Ushering in the next one as the line grew more shorter.

"What do you think it's like in there?"

"Probably dark, all slides usually are"

"Nah, I'd say dim if most. Slides like these can be surprising.

"Next in line!"

"Well, I guess we'll find out." Jason said, making his way to the life guard as one of his friends sat along the edge of the tube. Pushed inside by the lifeguard as he disappeared over the edge.

"Here we go!" His friend yelled in the slide, their voice turning into an echo before being replaced by the running water in the slide.

"Next!"

Looks like it's my turn. Wish me luck!" Jason announced.

"See you at the bottom" Riley replied, Jason giving a salutue to him before the lifeguard pushed at his back, sending him into the tube as the light from the world around vanished into a mixture of a dimmed blue color. Slowly morphing into a dark shade of black as his vision grew blurry He raced down the slide at a quick speed, his body tugging around the corners of the slide as it turned at a sharp angle. Dropping him down before quickly picking him back up, his back to begin to pressed in as a hill like structure glossed along his spine. "Oo that's a wierd feeling" he commented, shimmying himself around to comfort his back, but it went away on its own as the tube began to dip down. Gravity beginning to take control as light shined at the bottom. Hurtling towards it, he was expunged into a body of water. Tiles marking the floor below as people swam at the surface. Resurfacing, Jason took a gasp of air, welcoming the light as he basked in the warmth of the sun. "that was awesome." He said to himself, still feeling the thrill from inside as he swam over to the side wall. Hoisting himself up from the pool as he went to go dry off. The others plunging into the pool seconds after as they resufaced as well.

"Oh man, that was intense!" Riley yelled in excitement.

"I told ya it was dark in there!"

"Yeah I guess, but it was dim too"

As they talked amongst each other, his friends started to swim up to him as they hanged off the edge of the pool. "Yo Jason! Whatcha doing out the pool man, come swim!"

"Oh I will, just gonna hit the restroom first. I'll catch up with you guys at the next slide."

"Alright, we'll meet you up there."

"Don't make us have to drag ya out of there!" One of his friends taunted, Jason slightly amused from the response as he fanned his hand to dismiss it. Making his way towards the bathroom as he made his way inside.

Making his way to the back of the bathroom, He walked towards the stalls as he stopped at the ones along the walls. Stopping near the one next to the metal wall of the stoll as he started to do his business. "god I was holding that in for so long" He sighed in relief, letting his body relax as he relieved himself. Letting the sound of its stream fill most of his attention, the distant music from the park echoing outside as its base boomed through the walls. But as he got more relaxed, his attention drew backwards as the sounds of steps tapped behind him. A shadow casting above him as he went to turn to look at what it was. His gaze coming up to a broad man as his bare chest covered the width of the stoll's walls. "Can I help you?"

"Can you help me? Im sure you can" He responded plainly. Pausing as the two glared at each other.

"...and what would that be?"

"It's best I show ya.." He replied, leaning in closer as his body eased into the pillars. Sinking towards the toilet on the wall as Jason was forced against. The handle beginning to tilt as running water washed into his elbow.

"Woah woah hey! This stall isn't meant for two!"

"Then I'll make room" The man responded, placing a hand on Jason's shoulders as a numbing sensation spread across his arm. Making its way to the rest of him as his whole body started to vibrate. Then with a slight press down, his size was diminished as the world around Jason sky rocketed upward, his feet catapulting off the ground before finding himself in midair. Miniaturized as the already big man turned into a mountain in front of the stoll. Catching him in his palm as he clenched it into a fist. "Much better." He smiled.

"Hey! How did I?!..how did you?!...what did you do to me!"

"Made you more manageable to handle" The man responded, proceeding to walk back towards the center of the bathroom. Feeling Jason push against his finger to get free, but wrapped them tightly in place. "Save that energy, you're going to need it." He said, making his way into one of the stolls as he locked it behind him. Sitting down on the toilet before opening his hand out in front of him. Jason attempting to climb out, but was caught by his foot as he dangled between his fingers.

"Where do you think you're going?" He responded, flicking Jason back into his grasp.

"Grrgh! Let me go!"

"Don't be in such a rush. I still haven't got the chance to have my fun.." He responded. Fumbling his hands backwards, he pushed jason out of from between his finger like a push-pop as his head stuck out from his finger tips. Tenderizing his shoulders as he ensured he couldn't wiggle free.

Jason struggled to get himself out as the fumbling fingers latched onto him. Just barely able to move his head, before the hands started to descend. "look man what do you want? I don't exactly have money or-Grh! His words were cut off as mass of flesh contacted with his face. His vision growing dark to the surrounding flesh as the sensation of hair glossed over his face. He couldn't exactly pinpoint where he was he landed, but there was feature that gave him a hint. A deep groan of some sort, it was loud, messy as the slight sound of liquid kicked behind it. "What the heck is this?!" He muffled out. Pressing into the surface of skin.

"Mmm that feels good." The man soothed through his teeth. Adjusting his fingers to curl around Jason. molding him into a little ball, before stuffing him into his belly button as he placed his palms along the sides of his stomach. Watching the fumbling limbs reach out from the blubbery skin. "Hehehe, you look so adorable flailing out of my belly" the man taunted. Grabbing a handful of his stomach, he josteld it around as sloshes echoed from inside. Jason's arms bobbing around the rim of flesh pocket, proceeding to grip at them in attempt to hoist himself out. The man obliging for a moment, watching him head pop out from center of his belly. his finger swirling around the edge like a shark as it danced around its prey.

"Hel-!" Jason cried out, covered up by the prodding finger as he sunk back into the stomach's embrace.

"Mmm-mmm" The man hummed, relishing in the sensation around his navel as he placed his hands back on his sides. Squeezing its round form inwards as the stomach caved in. Sinking in his belly button as Jason's muffles echoed out from the deflated stomach. "Squirm like you mean it squirt." He demanded, heaving his stomach in more. Relalxing himself against the stool as he held his stomach in place. Keeping his belly compressed as his belly button pouted slowly.

Jason wouldn't be able to move as he held himself against the brute force of the man's gut. Forced to crouch into his legs as the folds around mushed together. It was like being lost in a giant size putty as his hands and feet sunk into the flesh around. Stretching into them to make space, but not enough to move. The heavy breath crushing the walls closer, forcing its weight upon him as he was forced to push it back. "This cannot be happening! Help! Someone!" He yelled out once more, the walls absorbing his calls as it returned it with a heavy gurgle from the inside.

"Plea all you like, you're not going anywhere" He heard from the outside of his prison. The flesh becoming alive as his legs moved opposite of his body. Making him lose his balance as flesh around crashed down on him.

As the flesh above caved in, Jason forced his hands up to block the flesh from smothering him. But only barely as bits of flesh slipped through the gap between. Slowly sinking itself closer to him as its pungent smell met his nose.

"Hm hm hm. You going to be a good little snack in a few seconds.

"Snack?!" Jason yelped, popping out from the navel as the man's finger came back into view, pressing into him to stuff return him inside, but Jason was determined to get out. pressing back against it as he held a portion of the fingertip that prodded against him.

"Yo Jason! Are you done using the restroom yet?"

"hmm, so this one has friends" the man mumbled "Well this is a kill joy, looks I'm gonna have to speed things up." Fishing through his navel, the man drawed out Jason as his finger ringed around his torso. Hovering him above his face as he smiles at him with glee. "take a goood long look at my mug squirt, cause this is all you're gonna remember when your in my gut." He claimed. Opening his mouth, he splayed his tongue out as he curled it upward like a slide. Loosening his grip on Jason as the little guy held onto the tip of his finger.

"Hey you can't eat me! You can't!" He rebuked, the sudden flick of the man's finger sending him off the finger, and onto the tongue as he slid down towards the mouth. The gaping gullet rushing towards him as the uvula swayed overhead. In a desperste effort, he reached out to grab it, but fell short as its bulbous form slipped between his hands. His body planting against the back of the throat, as the man's mouth closes shut.

**Gulp**

As the bulge in his neck traveled down to his chest, the man got up from the stool as he turned to flush the toilet. Stepping out from the stoll as he made his way back to the water park. One of Jason's friends soon coming in as he stopped in front of him.

"Hey Mister, have you seen a guy around in here? We can't seem to find him."

"Nope." He responded bluntly, scratching at his belly as he made way outside. His friend confused at the response but went off as he went to tell the others he couldn't find him in the bathroom.

"Well that was easy, you sure know how to make naive friends huh squirt?" He chuckled to himself, shaking his belly as he felt the light sensation of pounding along the other side. "come on, you can squirm better thsn that. I told ya you'd best save your energy." He responded, Making his way towards the tubes along the side of the pool as he pulled one out. Lowering it to the pool as he stepped in the center of it. Hoisting it up to his torso as it started to float. But couldn't sustain him as the tube sunk up to his arms. "Damn it, the tube's too big to relax in. Bummer.." He responded. scoffing at the predicament as the water splashed at his torso, but soon drew his attention inward as the light pounds returned. "Then again, I think this may help with that.."

Snapping his fingers, Jason grew to his size as the man's belly swelled into the tube. Expanding the hole outward it hugged at his body.

"Mmmph! mph! Mph!"

"Okay, maybe that's a little too big. Not really looking to draw attention to you" He snapped again, reducing Jason's size as his belly shrunk to a pot bellied state. The bulges barely noticeable from the keen eye, and the muffles still there, but faint. "Ah much better." He responded, stepping back into the tube as his body rested ontop of the entrance. His belly sticking out partially from the rim of the tube squished in on itself. A handprint visible from the top of it as the man pushed it back. Lifting his legs off of the bottom of the pool as the current carried him away.

"Mmm, the runt really knows how to hit the spot. and this water, it feels so relaxing to just lose myself in." He babbled to himself, swirling himself around in the tube as the current moved around the slide. A larger one casting a shade over as the light darkened then returned. Presenting a view of the rest of the waterpark as swimmers dived into the pools. "Look at all those potential snacks, almost wish I could have more stewing inside. But one is much more pleasurable." He rubbed into his stomach, feeling it shift and bounce as Jason swirled inside his stomach.

"He's not here either!" The man heard from from the side stand, the boy from before standing with the others as he stressfully searched around.

"Well he's gotta be here somewhere! Check the slides!"

"We've already checked them!"

"Would you look at that, seems like you're friends are looking for you squirt. Lucky you." He placed a hand at his stomach, a kick responding to him as his hand bucked upward. "Heh, don't waste your time. They won't see you here. You're much too small to even make a dent in my stomach. To them you'll appear as nothing but a simple sway of my body." He taunted, feeling kneads against the belly's wall as he rubbed back. "But don't worry.." He said as the view of Jason's friends past by "You're more than just a bulge to me. You're food." He assured. The faint muffles returning for a moment, but vanished as the man dipped his stomach into the pool. Letting its flow sway his stomach in place as he relished in its cool embrace.

(A few hours later)

"Alright, think that's enough swimming for one day. Best head out before the doors close on me" The man said, hoisting himself out from the tube as he shimmied himself out from the center of it. His belly reforming back into its pot bellied shape as the chemical from the water made it more elastic. "still with us in there squirt?" He asked below, swishing his stomach from side to side, his weight sloshing the contents inside. Detecting slight movement inside as his stomach bucked forward. "Yup, still alive. Man you are something else, most of my snacks usually end up stew before I get done swimming. But I suppose you're a whole different case." He commented, walking over to his bench as he grabbed his towel. "Gonna be a bit of a squeeze" he announced, bending down to reach for his towel. His stomach compressing in on himself as it groaned heavily. A handprint sticking out from the side as it pushed out to make room. "There we go" The man grunted, hoisting himself back up to feet. His stomach bouncing forward as a dent reached out from it. The man punching it back inside. "Hey, it's sensitive in there. Why don't you use that energy to rub it not push it" he demanded, sucking in his gut as he made his way to the gate. "That otta hold ya."

Making his way to the enterance, he stopped for a bit as he looked further ahead. A father standing with the other swimmers as they went out as well.

"Have you seen this person? His name is Jason. He's young, kinda skinny?" He asked one of the swimmer. "No? Okay thank you?"

"Hello, have you seen this boy? He was last seen here." He asked another swimmer, but they ignored him as they kept going. Catching a glimpse at the man approaching as his towel wrapped around his legs. "Sir! Please spare a moment. I'm looking for someone named jason. Have you seen him?"

"Jason huh? Let me think? Kinda scrawny, likes to yell a lot?"

"Yes, that's him!"

"Let me see.." The man pondered, scratching at his belly absently as he pictured what they looked like. A kick coming from inside him as his stomach rumbled for a moment, a belch roaring out from within.

"Heel-" Jason's voice traveled with it, cut short as the throat muscle contracted.

"That voice just now, wasn't that-"

"Listen I'd be happy to stay here and chat, but Im heading home and you're kinda in my way. Good luck on that person you're trying to find." the man replied. Pushing the father lightly to the side as made his way to his car. The father still struck from the belch as he pondered at the possibility.

"That sounded like Jason, but it couldn't be him...could it?"

"Sir if you please, we gotta close the water park."

"Wait please! Not just yet."

Meanwhile in the parking lot, the man wstrolled along the side as he made his way over a few cars. Stepping near a mercedes as he clicked the keys to open. Getting in, he sat there for a moment as the cushion of the seat welcomed his back. "ooh that feels so much better. That tube wasn't sitting right during that ride down the pool. But this, nothing beats it. Especially with this new waeight I got" he said to himself, uncleching his gut as his stomach spilled into his lap.

"Dad?! Dad are you there?!" Jason muffled inside. Stretching his limbs for him to see, but was only met by the man's hand.

"You just missed, he's still looking back there at the gate. Heh Jason." he chuckled to himself, relaxing into his chair as he fondled at his stomach. "If only your father knew of what became of you. Stuck in a stranger's stomach with no one but the sounds of my gut keeping you company.

"Let me out of here!"

"Struggle as much as you like in there Jason. You and I are gonna become much more acquainted with each other. Buckle up" He announced, drawing out his seatbelt from the side of the seat as he latched it into the socket. Letting the belt crash into his stomach as heaved into it. Bring Jason more closer to the man as his tosses and turned rubbed deeply into walls. He wanted to rub at it more as his hands hesitated in the air. But he let them fall back down to the wheel as he turned on the ignition. Unparking the car as he made his way out of the parking lot.