#I wasn't even home but I was like ''hold my beer'' and found the date + timestamps in like 2 minutes

[royalarchivist]

Edited and subtitled a fun old clip but it's the middle of the night for most people, so I'm posting that tomorrow.

[geekgirl750-writes]

Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group

A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream

Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest

More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy

Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart

Sidney's birthday is in November

Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries

Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off

For example:

Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.

"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.

"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.

"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.

"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.

Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)

Stu has ADHD and dyslexia

Tatum isn't a natural blonde:

Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more

Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents

I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention

I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream

I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship

I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer

Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.

I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose

Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group

I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town

Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy

Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.

Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home

Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included

And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around

I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too

But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone

Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house

Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was

Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group

Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade

Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.

But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends

I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:

Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up

She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.

"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.

"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.

And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him

Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!

Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself

Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?

"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum

And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.

Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all

After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship

Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now

Because they are!

I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies

Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to

Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word

Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"

And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is

Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school

I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away

Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately

It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer

Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around

Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him

I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself

Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes

I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"

But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were

I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy

Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that

I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection

But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:

Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual

Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:

"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.

"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."

Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.

Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them

Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that

Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided

Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy

And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him

I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit

Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun

But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel

While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him

And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth

He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve

I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long

Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose

Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan

Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him

[mekachu04]

29. Date

Kidd - 18 | Killer - 21

Tags specifically for this chapter:

discussions of minors and sex

Kidd confronts Killer on him leaving

Killer struggles with Kidd's age

discussions of teenagers and age gaps

would they actually talk about this irl/cannon - i dunno...

probably not... but then again, they are soft about the other

be ready for an awkward fight that they've been needing to have a for a few years now

but also needed to wait to have until Kidd matured a little bit

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

They were supposed to be going out on the town, the island they'd docked at having a wide selection of restaurants and concert halls and other amusements. They'd been loitering in the area past their departure as the days slowly ticked away in the second week of the new year, specifically for tonight. Instead, Kidd and Killer found themselves drinking in the quiet galley, sharing gossip and reminiscing about an island that never quite felt like home there at the end.

About the wild exploits of The Kid Boss of the Heaps - a teenager that had managed to unify the unmanageable, and how even Killer's Boss had sat up and took notice before their group had imploded.

Kidd had had a few times where the same had almost happen to him too, before he really came to understand the power he'd found himself responsible for - "People only fear you for so long before they hate you enough to do something about it." Which was terribly profound when you realize a 16 year old had come to understand this before the adults around him did.

"At least you had some charisma that got you a few people that had your back. Nobody followed me because they thought I was going to be a good Boss. I was just the poor bastard left standing with the dust cleared. As soon as they realized they had other options, it was an exodus. Most of them defected to you or Wire pretty fast."

"I did notice an uptick of sycophants after that one meeting we had."

"I believe I warned you about that."

Kidd nodded. "Yeah... yeah, you warned me about a few things. You were right - about using my fruit around people. It being a bad idea."

"... I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well. Live and learn."

"I hope you smeared the assholes to paste."

Kidd chuckled darkly, "I did indeed. They were worthless; be glad they ditched out on you."

"It was only a matter of time before they left. They all do." Killer conceded, sipping his beer though a straw Dive had found... somewhere. "Just sorry you had to deal with them."

"You left me." He hadn't meant it accusatorially, not really. Just a statement of fact. But once it was out, Kidd felt a little angry about the whole thing. Killer just going on about being left behind, oh woe is me, but he did the same damn thing.

Killer frozen in place, before slowly putting his mug on the table. Kidd could feel him looking to the galley exit, calculating how to leave.

Fuck that.

"Was I that awful to be around?"

Killer rubbed his palms on his jeans, and Kidd swallowed thickly around the lump forming there.

"Oh."

"Look.. It..." Killer got up then, and Kidd watched him start to pace, feeling more and more uneasy with each anxious step Killer took. "It wasn't you, it was me... Well, it was you but it wasn't your fault."

"I have no idea what that means."

Killer's head is tilted up like the ceiling holds the answers.

"Killer, what the fuck does that mean?"

Killer shook his head, and Kidd stood up abruptly, ready to block him from fleeing.

"Killer! What did I do?"

"It wasn't your fault." Killer reiterated, and that didn't make anything clearer, and they both knew it. "You were just... You were kind of a lot... at.... that age..."

"I was 14! What are you on about?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Kidd had a sickening feeling starting to form in his gut. It must have shown in his face, because Killer glanced at him once before quickly looking away.

"You... got a little.. handsy. At night."

"Handsy?"

"A lot handsy. And.. clingy?" His voice pitched like a question, like he was trying to find a way to word Kidd's apparent behavior while downplaying it at the same time.

Kidd slumped against the table they'd just been enjoying drinks at. "How bad was I?"

"Four Blues, Kidd - you were awful." Killer groaned, "Every fucking night, three times a night, minimum, you'd be all over me."

"I... I.."

"Every time I thought it safe to drift off, you start making these little noises and I was so sleep deprived, Kidd. So sleep deprived. I'd leave in the morning purely to go sleep in Ceannard's office for a couple hours."

"I was 14!"

"When I was 14, I would get up and fucking take care of it - you just.." Killer voice had a panicky edge he'd never heard, before pointing wildly at him, "Every fucking morning, I wake up and had to deal with you getting off dry humping me. And you didn't even have the decency to be awake!"

"So you should of woken me and told me to knock it the fuck off!" Kidd paused, head cocking to the side as he studied how Killer had tensed up, bad shoulder touched in - "You didn't want me to wake up. You didn't... you didn't want me to know. Why?"

The mask hides a lot - Killer was always too expressive - his face an open book. But the mask didn't hide everything. Not from Kidd at least.

"You were into it."

Killer shook his head. Not a denial of Kidd's words, a denial that they were being spoken in the first place. He was coiled up so tight Kidd wasn't sure he was even breathing anymore.

"You liked me all rubbing up on you." Kidd almost wanted to preen at that, anyone else he would be puffed out proud. Instead a knot formed in his gut. You got off on it He keeps himself from saying, the thought tangling in his throat, forcing him to swallow thickly. Or you wanted to at least...

Killer made to widen the gap, but Kidd wouldn't let him, crowding him up against the wall.

"Then why would you leave?" he cried, not understanding at all, "I was horny, you were horny, what was the problem? We coulda fucked around a little, so what?"

"Because Killer might be good for a quick fuck, but nobody sticks around long after!"

Kidd started at him quietly, stunned, step back like Killer's words had been a physical blow. Killer hunched in himself, slouching back, surprised by his own confession.

"Killer..."

"I thought... I thought if I left first it would hurt so bad. You were getting along with the other Heaps' and you had a reputation for being an tough asshole so I thought... I thought you'd be okay."

Kidd pressed his fingers up on the bottom lip of Killer's mask, a request not a demand, his brows pinched unhappily.

Killer relented, and pulled the helmet off. But Kidd surprised him by taking it from him, holding it in his hands thoughtfully. He studied the interconnected plating, planning on how he'd make the next one different - better ventilation and more internal padding around the ears.

"I really liked Vicky." He started solemnly, "The three of us. Hanging out together. And sure, I wasn't thrilled about the two of you ditching me all the time. I thought maybe I was jealous of you for a long time, getting to hang out with her alone. And maybe I was... But I think I was also jealous of her. But then she was gone." Kidd spoke to the helmet, easier to say this to the empty drill marks than the man in front of him. "But that was okay because I still had you. And .. And I really liked being with you. I always felt safe, and waking up every morning with you right there... and then.. and then you weren't anymore. Even before you left, you started to be distant, and I hoped maybe you just got a new girlfriend and after the novelty wore off things would go back to how they were."

Killer was quiet, watching his hands fiddling with the metal, before he gently took the mask back.

"But it was me. You left because of me."

The worst part was Killer couldn't even disagree. He turned away from Kidd to put the helmet aside. "I left because I didn't know how to tell you no. I left because I rolled over and let anyone fuck me for a kind word, and I knew that I'd let you too, if you wanted. But you were 14 and you're my kid, and it got all weird and complicated and I didn't know how to see you as someone who wanted sex yet and .. And I was scared if I gave in, if let you take what you wanted, you'd toss me aside too once you were satisfied... so I ran away before you could."

"And if Vicky hadn't died... would you have ever talked to me again?"

He watched Killer's hand caress the line of white and blue. "No." He said finally. "No. You were doing so well; I was so fucking proud of you. You turned into this great man: You united the Heaps, made them believe they were people again. You had all them following you because they saw you were someone worth following. And I knew that I didn't have anything to do with that. That was all you. And I didn't deserve to talk to you anymore."

"Excuse me?" Kidd frowned, "What the fuck do you mean - you didn't have anything to do with that? You don't deserve to talk to me? What are you on about?"

When Killer didn't answer, Kidd grabbed his elbow and forced him to turn back, "Look me in the face and say that bullshit again!"

Killer stubbornly remain quiet.

"No!" Kidd growled, "I've gladly bashed the face in of anybody who talked shit about you. Don't think I'm gonna let you say it either."

Killer opened his mouth to start to say something but then stopped again.

"Killer!" frustrated, Kidd grabbed Killer's face in his hands, forcing him to look at him, "Say it to my face. If you're going to insult my friend, have the balls to say it to my face."

Killer met his eyes this time, blue to orange, complementary and contrasting in equal parts, and Kidd frowned at the pained pinch at the corners, the shame Killer wore in his features. He didn't understand, and no searching helped him find the reason. "Why would you ever say that you aren't the reason I got this far in life?"

Killer tried to escape his look by closing his eyes, but Kidd shook him softly; Killer's long lashes brushing his thumbs when he opened them again.

"Why did you leave me?" he tried again.

"You were 14...."

The light went on this time, Kidd breathing out a soft, "Oh" as Killer tried to look away again. Kidd rubbed his thumb against Killer's cheekbone, tipping his head back until their eyes met again. "I'm not anymore."

Killer was starting back at him, a fearful guarded look. But now, now Kidd thought he understood. He smiled back, tone soft, "Can I kiss you?"

The fear was still there, but Kidd would show him. He waited until Killer lowered his gaze, but nodded, a soft, "Okay" that was both defeated and begging.

Kidd smiled, hands sliding up Killer's cheeks to brush his bangs away and placed a soft kiss to Killer's forehead, smirking at the red painted lip marks left behind. Killer was looking up at him curiously though his lashes. Kidd rearranged Killer's bangs until the mark was hidden under wild hair.

"It's my birthday... come have dinner with me?"

"Okay."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

can you please write something with Drilla Moloney and Fem Reader,

They are both dating but long distance due to Dan's Schedules in Japan and when Drilla came back home from an NJPW Show she's surprised him at his place in Japan and they share an loving shower together with some intimacy (can be light smut) and than curled up together in bed and cuddle a lot and he admits that he's thankful that she is always on his side no matter how far they are away from each other🖤

Zen

Drilla Moloney x Fem reader Main Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of depression, alcohol, drugs, Oral (M&F receiving), face sitting, hand jobs, vunrable Dan, Mommy kink, cockwarming

Summary: A very vunrable Drilla Moloney is missing his girlfriend and is feeling quite down on himself. It gets to the point where his negative feelings scare his girlfriend so much that she flys all the way to Japan to check on him. What happens when she relises what he needs is for her to be in control and help him be zen.

An: Happy Bullet Club day to all who celebrate! This is my firs Drilla fic! Also I know the request said light smut but I got a bit carried away with myself, whoops. I've never wrote anything like this so I hope you enjoy it!

"I'm really struggling baby. I miss you so much, I wish you were here right now to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay" It pained me to hear Dan like this. He always acted to tough, he was so strong, I knew he must be truly hurting for him to be admiting this to me. "I miss you too Danny. I know it's hard but this is your dream, as much as this pains me to say this, you have to stop worring about me all the time. I promise you it will all be worth it in the end" I tried my best to comfort him but there is only so much you can do on the phone. "I need you here with me" I didn't even recognize his voice on the other line. "I promise you will see me soon. I love you Dan, so much. I'm always going to be one call away. You can call me whenever you need to, even in the middle of the night"

To be completely honest that phone call with Dan scared the shit out of me. This was completely unlike him. For the first time, I was scared for his safety. I texted his best friend and tag team partner Clark Connors and asked him to keep an eye on him for me. I booked the first flight I could get to Japan and was going to surprise Dan. A last-minute flight across the world was expensive but he needed me and I needed him. The flight was long and hard but it would be worth it. When I arrived in Tokyo it was already late, I knew Dan had a show so he wouldn't get home for a few hours. In the meantime, I decided to make a nice dinner for when he got back. When I entered the apartment I was shocked at how messy it was. Piles of clothes on the floor, garbage everywhere. This wasn't like him. When I entered the bedroom I noticed a familiar scent but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I looked around the room and noticed a bottle of perfume. It wasn't just any perfume but my perfume, I wore this perfume daily. The side of the bed where I would normally sleep was drenched in it. I didn't realise how bad it was.

Before I did anything else I knew I had to clean the appartment. It looked like a tornado went through the place. The first step to a calm mind is a clean space. I felt like I was suffocating and I had only been in the place for 30 minutes. Who knows how long Dan had been living like this? I coudn't tell which clothes were clean or dirty, everything was just thrown in piles across the room. I decided to throw everything in the wash along with the bed sheets, who doesn't like to come home to clean sheets after a hard day? Once I tackled that mess I moved to the kitchen. I don't know why I was expecting there to be food in the fridge. All I found was beer and a half empty box of pizza. I ended up ordering some food instaid, I didn't want to go grocery shopping and possibly miss him coming home.

Just as I was finishing putting on the clean sheets Dan was home. I didn't even have to say anything he just knew I was there. "Y/n?" I heard him call from the kitchen. "Surprise!" I yelled before jumping in his arms, gretting him with a kiss.

...........

I felt pathetic. I felt empty. I felt ashamed of myself for sounding so vunrable. I knew I scared Y/n when I called her on the phone, I knew I shoudn't have said anything but I just needed her to know. Long distance relationships of any kind are hard but they are even harder when you are on the other side of the world. I always missed Y/n but this time I felt like would die without her. Yes I know it's pathetic but she was my other half, she was my home, she was my everything. We normally didn't spend more than a month apart but this time it was three and I was starting to question if it was worth it. Looking around my appartment I saw how much of a dump it had become. Clothing everywhere, beer cans and pizza boxes scattered around the place. Y/n would be ashamed of me. This isn't like me, I'm actually a very organized person but for some reason I coudn't find it in me to clean up. I store up at the ceiling unable to sleep, god I missed her. I turned to find the bottle of perfume I bought. It was the same one Y/n wore. I know it sounds pathetic but when I coudn't sleep I would spray the pillows with her perfume so it was like she was there next to me. It wasn't the same but it worked. Nights like that I slept like a baby, clutching that pillow like my life depended on it.

....

As I was returning to my appartment from another gruling NJPW show I just felt it in my gut Y/n would be waiting for me. As I turned my key in the door I could feel her energy in the room. "Y/n?" I called out, wondering if my mind was playing a cruel joke on me. "Supprise!" she yelled, jumping in my arms to welcome me with a kiss. "What are you doing here?!" I asked in disbelief. "I told you that whenever you need me I will be right there by your side. I know your hurting Danny, let me help you" she told me softly as she wiped away the tears that fell from my face. I didn't even know I was crying. I held her close to me, scared I was halucinating but Y/n really was there.

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you are here right now. I'm loosing my mind without you" "It's okay, I'm here now. Let me take care of you. How about a nice hot shower? You smell like beer and weed" I gently placed y/n down and let her lead me to the shower. As I made my way into the bedroom I noticed she had cleaned the whole apartment. "You did all this?" I asked her in disbelief "What did I do to deserve you" she smiled at my words. Y/n turned on the shower and I let her strip me of my clothing. She knew how vunrable I was so she took her time, being careful with me.

I then watched her strip infront of me painfully slow. She knew what she was doing. "Danny, can you help me with these?" Y/n asked with big doe eyes. I felt mesmerized by her. I coudn't help but blush, I felt nervous. With shaky hands I removed her bra and took off her panties. I was now on my knees infront of her, I looked up at her like a lost puppy. She knew what I needed, I needed her to be in control this time. I could feel myself growing harder by the moment, the anticipation was killing me. "I know you want to" Y/n said admring me kneeling before her. "I need you" I wispered out "Tell me what you want baby, use your words" "I need to taste you" I didn't even recognize my own voice with how pathetic I sounded. "I need you to cum on my face mommy" I saw the expression on Y/n's face turn from one of lust to one of horror. "What did you just call me?" She asked shocked. I didn't mean to call her mommy, it just fell out. I didn't know what to say. Y/n bent down to meet my gaze. She gently grabbed my face between her hands. "I asked you a question. What did you just call me?" I really did call her mommy by mistake but I couldn't deny that I was getting more turned on my the second. "Mommy, I called you mommy" I told her pathticly. "You want mommy to cum on your face? You want to taste me?" "Yes please" "Very well"

I stil coudn't believe this was happening. 48 hrs ago I was deep in thought about how much I missed Y/n and here I am eating her out on the bathroom floor. I missed the way she tasted, I missed the sweet sounds she would make when I made her cum. I was rough, I was sloopy with her. I was always a rough pussy eater, she just tasted so good I needed to feel her harder. I was drunk on her sweetness. I could feel she was close by the way she pulsated around my tongue and how her thighs began to tremble. It took everything not to cum myself. I held her thighs close as she started to grind on my face. She played with her breast, rolling her sensitive nipples through her fingers as she came. I welcomed the familuar wave of pressure and sweet taste and made sure to lap up every drop of her sweetness.

I was in pure bliss. I was pussy drunk. Y/n helped me off the floor and into the shower. By this point I was rock hard, precm spilling from my dick. I was on the brink of cumming. My mind was scrambled but I could see the devious look on Y/n's face. She washed my body with soap and massaged my sore mucsles. She made her way from the top of my body to the bottom. This time she knelt below me. "Look at this pore thing. Does it hurt?" she asked, refering to my erection. "Do you want me to take care of it baby?" All I could do was nood in agreement, something she did not like. She squeezed my dick rather hard. "Words, I need words baby. Tell me does it hurt? Do you need mommy to help you with this? Do you need me to massage your poor angry cock? Kiss it better?" Her words were killing me, this new mommy thing was driving me insane. "Please mommy, I beg you" I heald myself up against the wall, trying not to colapse as she began to leave a trail of kisses and kitten licks along my shaft. She teased my tip, licking the precum. Then she took me whole in her mouth. I coudn't help the moans spill from my mouth as she bobbed her head around my cock. I was close, so close and she knew it. I cried out in agony as she pulled out right as I was about to cum. "I want you to cum on my tits" she said seductivly. She then used two hands to jerk me off, squeezing my dick hard and rough as I came. I watched in awe as rope after rope of my thick seed panted her breasts. It took everything in me to keep me standing.

The two of us then shared a comfortable scilence as we washed the other off in she shower lovingly. I turned off the shower and wrapped Y/n in a fluffy towel, holding her close to me. Once we dried off and got dressed the two of us ate takeout food in bed. "You have no idea how much I needed this" I confessed "I'm glad you're feeling better. I missed you so much Dan" "I missed you too love. I can't believe you're actually here!" "I promise you that I am always going to be here for you no matter what. Even if we are across the world I will always be one text, one phone call, one plane ride away. Whenever you need me I will be there" What did I do to deserve this woman. I was head over heels in love with her. When I was with y/n all my problems disappeared, all my insicurities faded. She was my home, she was my light source, she was my everything. I felt safe whenever we were together, I felt even safer when I was inside her.

The way we fit together was truly magic. We were one person, we were made for each other. I don't know what I did to deserve such a perfect partner. That night I had the best sleep of my life, I felt complete. I looked at Y/n wish such love as she slept on my chest, my cock buried inside her. I wished everynight could be like and was sad when I remembered it coudn't. But this is now and I need to enjoy this week I have with her. We are finally together once again and I promised myself I would do anything to keep it that way.

"I love you so much Y/n. I can't wait to marry you. Sweet dreams my angel"

[macravishedbymactavish]

Leave a Light On (Gary "Roach" Sanderson x GN!Reader)

TW: Angst, mentions of death and the feelings surrounding. Light swearing, likely military inaccuracies. Non-Canon ending to MW2 2009 events

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You heard the doorbell ring, excitement expanding in your chest as you walked to answer it. Your last call with Gary 3 nights ago left off with him implying that they would be heading home soon for a few days. The idea of seeing him again made you feel giddy, the same feeling you had when preparing for your first date with him.

Excitement quickly turned to confusion, shock and a sinking feeling when you were greeted by Price and Soap. Both with stoic expressions, neither giving you any sort of clue as to what they were here for.

Why your boyfriend wasn't pushing them out of the way to pull you into a tight embrace.

You were smart, you knew this meant 1 of 3 things.

1). The least probable option - Gary was hiding somewhere, waiting to surprise you. It would be a bit of a cruel surprise, not at all in character for him.

2). More likely, and what you were hoping for (as negative as it sounds) - he was injured. Currently questioning anyone who even so much as walked by his room where you were. When you'd be coming in. When he could see you again.

3). You didn't even want to acknowledge this as an option. You refused to even formulate the sentence in your mind. He went somewhere that you couldn't follow.

"Oh, two of my favourite Johns. What brings you?" You started, forcing a smile onto your lips; knowing it didn't meet your eyes. Trying (and failing) to discreetly look around for your boyfriend.

"May we come in?" Price started, voice soft. One you would use when asking a child where their parents were when you found them lost in the market.

"Is he here with you?" You asked, sucking in a large breath as you watched the two men look between one another. Holding it in your lungs, focusing on the burning sensation. Trying to forget the breaking of your heart.

Either injured or....

"Let's talk inside, yeah?" Soap interjected, casting you a pleading look. Hand coming to rest on your forearm.

"Of course. Sorry, I lost my manners" you exhaled, feeling your hands start to shake as you backed up. Gesturing for them to pass through the threshold. "What do you typically drink in the afternoons? We have tea, coffee, probably beer in the fridge. I can't attest to the quality, that's Gary's department" you chuckled dryly, cringing internally as your voice shook.

You nodded along to their responses, a coffee and a tea. Making quick work to brew the drinks, your head spun and your lungs burned. Like you were both drowning and burning alive at the same time. Your heart and soul cried, screamed, begged for good news.

"He's gone" Price finally explained, deciding to be upfront about the news. You were family, and he knew his sergeant would be pissed to high hell if he prolonged this for you. Roach loved you up until the second he was taken from this world afterall...

"Gone where" you challenged, tears forming in your eyes as your jaw locked. You knew what the Captain meant; but God you didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry, I'm so damn sorry" he began, equally as shaky hands pulling out 2 slightly burnt tags. Your breath hitched in your throat as if someone had just punched you directly in the gut.

Metaphorically he just did.

Staring at the soot coating the metal, you felt the tears escaping and falling freely as you thought back to the first time you picked Gary up from base.

It was the second or third deployment since you two moved in together; but the first time he was able to give you enough warning where you could make the drive out to meet him. Through all the happy tears and lovestruck kisses, you heard a rather bizzare nickname being thrown around.

Roach

You didn't think too much of it, too focused on your person being back in your arms. It wasn't until Simon bid you both goodbye and referred to Gary by the name that your curiosity spiked.

"So, what was with the nickname Simon called you earlier?" You asked on the drive home, fingers intertwined over the center console. "Seems bizzare to name your friend after a bug"

You smiled at the soft chuckle you received. How much you missed the sound. You listened happily as he explained (in as much detail as he could legally give) how his codename came to be. You survive so many once in a lifetime events, people start to notice. You're stuck with me forever, because like a cockroach -- I can't die.

"Except fire. I heard you can burn cockroaches and they die" you teased, sparing a glance to see the confused expression from the comment.

It was supposed to be a joke...not a fucking prophecy.

--

It was the slight movement in the bed that pulled him out of his thoughts. Making him aware of the tears that stained his pillowcase and the dull pain in his abdomen. Running his hand over the spot, he looked over to see you had rolled over in your sleep. Now facing him with a peaceful expression; you'll slowly be shifting unconsciously to lay your head on his chest. Rubbing your cheek into his skin, somehow relaxing more than you already were at the familiar, close feeling.

Soon enough you'll be reminding him that he's alive. That it's only nightmares and guilt haunting him. The fear he felt that day still clear in his mind. Laying on the ground, a burning warmth seeping through his body.

He truly thought it was the end, his final thoughts were about you. The future you two were planning, the vacations he wanted to take you on, everything you wouldn't get.

"You're thinking too loud, centipede" you mumbled, once again pulling him from the personal hell he created for himself. You shifted closer, head resting against his shoulder as your palm replaced his. The light pressure alleviating the ache.

"Nightmare again?" He didn't have to answer, you knew him better than he knew himself. Though he never went into details about how every nightmare since he was discharged home was about your reactions to his death.

Some nights you wouldn't be here to receive the news, deciding that the life of a military partner wasn't what you signed up for. Others you would be relieved. Gary knew these weren't accurate, just the ungrounded fears clawing their way to the surface of an overtired mind.

Other, heavier nights you would blame yourself. For everything you did and didn't do, wondering how things could have changed if you did A, B or C different. One that stuck with him was the night you couldn't live with the guilt.

He actively tries to forget that one.

"You're alive. You're here, in our bed with me. It's April 30 at.....0230. When you should be asleep" The soft words to bind him back to reality, accompanied by the warmth you were emitting pulled a soft sob from his chest.

God he was lucky to be alive. Even luckier to have you.

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[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Two Weeks Later

We were back in Hawkins. We had been staying with my dad while we looked at houses with a realtor. When we finally found one that was set back from the road a ways and had a gate to stop people from just walking onto the property we bought it and started to move in. Eddie insisted that we buy all new furniture and just keep the house we have in Los Angeles for now. I agreed but told him to be prepared to sell it one day.

Things have been doing a little better with us. He has kept to his word with no drinking and getting high. There have been occasions that he's had one beer here and there with my dad, but he hasn't been getting drunk. We've been over to see Wayne a few times, having dinner with him and making sure everything was going okay with him. We got to meet his girlfriend Tracy the last time we were over. We also caught up with some people from high school. Eddie learned that his D&D club is still a thing. Four boys had taken over the club once they started their freshmen year back in eight-six.

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were their names. Billy Hargroves sister Max was dating Lucas, Will was Jonathan Byers younger brother, and Mike was Nancy Wheeler's younger brother and Dustin Henderson lived on the same street I remember meeting them all after Robin Buckley, someone that I had gravitated towards, had become friends with Steve Harrington while working at Starcourt Mall. They were all sweet boys. They all graduated last year from Hawkins High School. They knew about the club from the kids that were in it after we graduated and made sure to keep it alive. Eddie was ecstatic to hear that his club was still a thing after all these years. He hasn’t played the fantasy game in a long time, not since his music career took off; he just hasn’t had the time, and he was also too busy bathing in his fame.

I stood in the kitchen, putting things away when Eddie walked in the front door. “Sweetheart!” his voice traveled through the house. “Kitchen!” I yelled back to him. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind a few seconds later. He rested his chin on my shoulder after kissing my cheek. “Whatcha up to beautiful?” he asked. I glanced at him and kissed his lips. “Putting everything away where I want it to be.” He hummed, reaching his arm around me and took the plate I had in my hand, setting it on the counter. “How about you take a break from that so we can christen this room, hmm? We already got the bedroom and living room. The kitchen sounds like a good place next.” He kissed my neck, sliding a hand up under my shirt. I pushed his hand down and stepped out of his hold. “Not right now, Eds. I want to get this finished so I don’t need to do it later. There is still a lot of stuff that needs to be put away. So behave.” He frowned and gave me those stupid puppy-dog eyes. “Not going to work. But…” I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and gave him a quick kiss. “If you help me we could get it done quicker and then you can have your way with me.” That got him to smile and he started to put things away, making sure to check where I wanted them. I was going to need his help anyway with the thing that needed to be put up higher.

Later on that night I was curled on the couch with a book waiting for Eddie to get home. He was supposed to be out getting dinner from the burger place we went to after prom and many times after that. But that was an hour ago, it shouldn't take that long when it was only ten minutes away from us. I wasn't even focusing on the book I had resting on my lap. My mind was running wild of all the possibilities of why he wasn't home. They ranged from cheating to a car accident. I didn't want to believe any of the bad thoughts that reared their ugly heads. I wanted to believe and was hoping he just ran into some people from our past or some fans and lost track of time.

I closed the book and set it on the coffee table in front of me, stood, and walked into the kitchen. I was fucking striving so I grabbed the bag of chips out of the top cabinet and sat up on the counter. Scenarios of what Eddie could possibly be doing flashed through my head; It's like I had a whole dewey decimal system of them locked away deep in my mind. All nice and organized alphabetically.

I looked at the green light from the clock on the stove. The numbers on it glowing told me it was almost seven. Sighing, set the bag of chips on the counter, jumped down, and walked towards the door. I slipped on shoes, grabbed my keys, and headed out to the car. I was going to the burger place and getting what I had asked Eddie to get for me. When I pulled in I saw Eddie's van, yes, the van that he had back in high school. Wayne had kept it all these years and even had it fixed up a little and kept it running. The parking lot was full of cars. Bicycles were all parked closer to the building. I parked, got out of my car, and walked around the building.

What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. There was a crowd of people surrounding one of the picnic tables out front. There were kids wearing white hellfire shirts with black sleeves, the same one Eddie wore in school. That was the name of his D&D club, Hellfire. The crowd parted enough that I could see him signing stuff. His head turned and I met his eyes. A wide smile spread across his face and he jumped up and ran over to me. “Shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. There was a line and then some kids showed up asking me to sign some of their D&D stuff and give them some advice on campaigns. Then more people started showing up. I'm sor…”

I place my finger against his lips, stopping his rambling. I smiled at him and shook my head. “It's fine, Eds. I was worried and hungry…” he gave me a sheepish look and pulled me closer to him. “I know. I'm sorry. But can you believe this? Look at all these kids! The older ones were or are in Hellfire, and the younger ones want to join when they get to high school. Some people are here for the band, but most are here just because of Hellfire. They wanted me to join in on the next campaign, but I told them…” I stopped him again but this time with a kiss. “That sounds great, Eddie. You should do it.” He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me. “I fucking love you!”

[endlessgoldensky]

Day 2: Two Memorable Hours

“Hey sis, where’s my left shoe?” Two-Bit yelled from his room as he practically tore his closet apart.

“Which one?”  She asked, peering into her brother's room.  

“My brown boots, one’s without the holes in ‘em.”

“Oh. I think I saw it near the couch.” 

“Thanks.” He smiled at her and headed towards the couch. 

“Why are you wearing your nice shoes? It’s just Darry.”

He shrugged, “Don’t know, just feel like it.” 

Two-BIt put on his shoe and tied it. He stood up straight and took a step back. “How do I look?” He asked, doing a little spin.

“Dapper.”

Two-Bit laughed, “Who the hell says that?” 

“Eh, just something I heard.”

“I’m leaving in five, mom will be home soon”

“Got it, have fun on your date” His sis singsonged as she left to her room. 

~

Darry stood in front of the mirror and fixed his hair for the fourth time within thirty minutes when Sodapop came downstairs. 

“Dar, you look fine.” 

Darry sighed and put his comb down. “I know I do. Just nervous.”

Soda fell onto the couch and chuckled, “My big brother is nervous? Wow, what a surprise. “ His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Darry rolled his eyes and tossed his comb at Soda, “I’m not you. I don’t go on dates. So yeah I’m a little nervous.” 

Darry found a clean glass in the kitchen and filled it up with water. He chugged the whole glass and set it in the sink when he was done. 

“What’s there to be nervous about? It’s just Two-Bit.” 

“He’s unpredictable, I’m always nervous around him. Never know what he’s gonna do next.”

Soda nodded and went back to his tv show just as the devil walked in. 

“Heya Dar, ready to go?” 

Darry smiled at Two-Bit and nodded, “Yeah.” 

“Have fun.” Soda yelled, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

~

They went to a coffee house outside of town. It wasn't their usual scene but it was a well-known safe spot for those in the gay community. Darry had suggested it when Two-Bit asked him out. Two-Bit found a couch in a back corner while Darry bought them some food. Tonight was poetry night and even though both of them hated that they knew it would help ease the tension. 

Darry found Two-BIt a few minutes later holding a coffee, beer, and some donuts in his hands. Darry set everything down and handed Two the beer as he sat down on the small couch. 

Just then the sound of bongos rang out through the small shop and the lights dimmed. A short woman stepped on stage and introduced herself before reading a poem she titled. “The Leaves Fall Down.”

She captivated the audience as she spoke, including Two-Bit and Darry. Darry relaxed as he did, falling deeper into the couch as she went on. Two-Bit noticed this and decided to make a move. His favorite move, the cliche ‘yawn to put your arm around them’ move. He pulled it off successfully and even felt Darry readjust himself so both of them were still comfortable. 

As the evening went on, the two became physically closer, Darry even put his hand on Two-Bit’s knee for a while. They only broke apart when Two-Bit had to use the bathroom. 

The third to last poet of the night had just gotten up on stage when Two-Bit returned. Darry smiled when he sat down and let his body lean against him again. 

The poet introduced himself and told everyone that this was going to be a bit of a long piece. The lights dimmed even more, only a fraction of light was left and a spotlight shone on his face, then he began his piece titled “My Heart Sings” 

His voice was smooth and he spoke eloquently. His words reached the two greasers in the back. Two-Bit turned his head towards Darry, who was already looking at him. They smiled softly at each other as they felt the tension change. 

Two-Bit whispered as he leaned in, “I really want to kiss you.” His eyes fell down to Darry’s lips and came back up within a few seconds. 

Darry blushed and looked away for a moment to think and even though he was scared he whispered back, “What’s stopping you?”

Two-Bit smirked and placed his hand on Darry’s cheek. He slowly initiated the kiss and let Darry choose the pace, not his usual way but he didn't mind tonight. Darry deepened the kiss as it went on and both of them could feel the fire growing between them. They knew the night was not going to end here and both of them were okay with that, but for now, they were happy living in the moment. A wonderful moment that the two of them would remember for a lifetime. 

~posted Dec 14 11:40 pm

[multifandomfanfic]

Hello!

Could you write something that the reader, who is not a pilot and works with Penny, likes Jake very much, but is afraid to talk to him because she has not heard pleasant things about him? After they somehow meet (my preference is after the beach scene because why not hehe) they start spending more time together and so on. A bit fluffy and smutty if you can.

Thank you!!

Pay Your Tab

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing, groping, smut references, language, angst, hickeys

Summary: Despite harboring crush on Hangman for a while, you’ve never acted on it due to other peoples’ opinion on him.. until now.

Word Count: 4.3k

“Hey, you!”

I leaned over the bar, wiping away the various mysterious stains that somehow found their way onto the wood. Customers would frequently attempt to place drink orders without approaching the bar. Ignoring them becomes habitual.

“Hey, sweetheart! Over here!”

I sighed and turned to face the source of the voice. A group of pilots were standing and playing billiards as usual. The main one was waving his hand in the air, facing me. I immediately recognized him. Jake Seresin is well-known among female bar patrons for his good looks as well as his cocky demeanor. As we accidentally locked eyes, my cheeks flushed pink.

“Can we get six beers?” Jake glanced over to a man sitting in the corner, “Seven, actually.”

I cupped my hand over my ears, pretending I couldn't hear what he was saying. The ruse failed miserably.

“Seven beers!” he shouted even louder.

I reluctantly gave him a thumbs up and turned around to pour the beer, breaking Penny's rules. I placed them on the bar in front of me, one by one, until all seven were full. Seresin appeared in front of the bar, as if he had heard the last pint being poured, and surprised me as I turned around.

“Thanks, sweets,” he said, trying to grab all seven beers at a time. To my surprise, he managed to pick up five before I even offered him a tray. I smiled as I piled the last two beers on the tray before he walked away.

“Wait a minute.. don’t forget to pay your tab!”

Seresin turned around and grinned cheekily, “Don’t worry, someone will get it!”

As I live and breathe, the infamous Hangman.

I can't believe this was our first conversation. I would've asked him out on a date long ago if his shady reputation hadn't walked through the door before him.

My eyes kept looking over to him every few seconds to ensure he was real, standing in my bar, and had just spoken to me moments before. I would've assumed he had feelings for me if he wasn't such a total flirt.

With a shake of my head, I expressed my dissatisfaction.

If only he had a pleasant reputation like Rooster or Pheonix. Then, if we held hands and walked into the Hard Deck with our chests and heads held high, no one would do a double take.

“Y/N!”

Penny's call jolted me out of my Hangman stupor. Penny, who was holding a large wooden box in her hand, drew my attention to the side. Most likely, she disappeared to grab something from the back rooms.

“Some old guy just spilled a beer all over the bar. Mind cleaning it before it gets sticky?”

I did mind because all I wanted to do was become lost in my thoughts and go home early.

“Sure. I’ll get right to it.”

-

San Diego rarely got hot enough to increase the temperature of the freezing water. As a result, few people visited the beaches of southern California unless they wanted to surf or sail.

Today, however, was an exception. The day was hot, which meant that everyone in the San Diego area could enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.

“Hello Y/N. How are you today?”

Penny was sitting quietly at a picnic table overlooking the beach when she asked the question. She held a book in her hands that she had been reading for what seemed like an eternity.

“I'm wonderful. Enjoying this perfect day!”

I extended my hands out, taking in the beautiful sunshine. It was one of the most pleasant days since summer began. Penny gave me a friendly smile, pleased that I was enjoying my day off.

“Why don’t you sit down and join me?”

Penny asked, motioning for me to take a seat on the other side of the table.

“I wouldn’t want to disturb your reading.”

With an overly dramatic flare, Penny carefully closed the book and stuffed it back into her purse.

“I’ve already read that book anyway. I’d much rather have a lovely conversation with you.”

I sat down on the hard, wooden picnic table and began chatting with Penny instantly. Despite the fact that she was my boss, our conversations were always light and friendly. No wonder Maverick loved her so much.

We continued to talk and talk and talk, becoming so enveloped in the conversation that we became oblivious to what was going on around us.

Until…

“Oh my God! It’s Maverick!”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my brow as Penny pointed to the shoreline. My gaze followed her finger. It wasn’t just Maverick. It was Maverick’s entire group: Rooster, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, and…

Hangman.

When my eyes landed on him, my eyes stopped scanning the large crowd. It didn't matter who else was taking part in the lighthearted beach football game. To me, Hangman stood out like a sore thumb, and I couldn't stop my eyes from grazing over his toned body.

“Ohhhh. Does someone have a thing for a certain Navy pilot?” Penny asked teasingly.

I rolled my eyes, my eyes staying fixed on Hangman.

“Don’t judge me, Penny. You’re into Navy guys as well.”

“I’m not judging, I’m only asking.”

Phoenix snatched the ball and launched into a sprint across the beach, kicking sand up behind her feet.

“Which one is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I rested my chin on my hand, allowing my arm to support the full weight of my head. Penny tried to follow my gaze to see which man I was looking at, but failed.

“Do you wanna take a wild guess?” I asked.

“Sure. Um…”

Her eyes swept across the muscular men scurrying back and forth across the beach, making sure to consider all possibilities before making a guess.

“Fanboy?”

“Nope. Guess again.”

“Coyote?”

“Nope.”

Penny scoffed, “Tell me then! I’m dying to know!”

Should I let her know? I suppose I could. She wouldn’t tell Hangman, or anyone besides Maverick for that matter. I trusted her. To be honest, it wouldn't make a difference if Hangman knew. He hardly knew who I was and would probably dismiss me as another distant admirer that he occasionally saw at the bar.

“Hangman.”

I mumbled.

“What?”

A few stray strands of hair blew into my face, temporarily blocking my vision as I swiveled around to face her.

“Hangman.”

The look on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows shot up, her forehead creasing as she lowered her jaw. Was it truly insane to fall in love with a hot navy pilot who also happened to have an ego problem?

“Please don’t look at me like I’m insane, Penny.”

Penny shook her head, jolting herself awake from her shocked daze.

“No! That’s not it at all! I just wasn't expecting him to be the object of your attraction.”

Now that my secret was out in the open, the sight of the wonderfully toned men having a good time was no longer so appealing. I sighed and began to stand up.

“I’m gonna go clean up the bar.”

“You don’t have to do that on your day off, Y/N.”

“I want to. If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be inside,” I said, looking back at her as I began to walk towards the bar, her expression now neutral.

With a nod of her head, I was off, walking across the sandy beach to the back entrance of the Hard Deck.

I clenched my teeth as I scrubbed the wooden bar vigorously, attempting to remove every single small stain. My arm grew sore quickly, but I didn’t care. The only other option was being alone at home with my thoughts, so I continued to scrub until I couldn’t feel my fingers.

I watched the rag move back and forth, leaving a gleaming trail of water in its wake, as I stared down at my fast-moving hand. My brain was locked into my movements, my other senses shutting off as I trapped myself into a deep trance of constant movement.

The cloth moved back and forth, back and forth.

“If you scrub any harder, you’ll take the glaze right off the wood.”

My head jerked up so fast that I almost got whiplash as a deep male voice cleared the fog from my mind.

Hangman, shirtless and with the pant legs of his jeans rolled up to his knees, was leaning against the Hard Deck's back entrance frame, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“We’re not open for another two hours,” I said rashly, a flush creeping up my cheekbones. Wow. I was a romantic genius.

“Can you make an exception?”

God, he was so cocky. I hope he wasn’t like this to his superiors. I wanted to say no and stick to the rules. But there was Hangman, the man I had admired in secret for months, right in front of me, asking to spend time with me alone.

“Well, no shirt, no shoes, no service.”

That line was fairly slick. I was getting better at this.

I lowered my gaze to his chest, trying not to appear creepy as I pointed out his nakedness with my eyes before bringing my attention back to his face.

Hangman grinned and flashed his pearly white teeth.

“Sure.”

His arm disappeared around his body as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a plain white t-shirt. He threw it on. Part of me wished he'd kept his shirt off, but asking him to strip after just demanding he redressed would give him the wrong impression.

Him and his ego swaggered over to the bar, instantly filling the room and heightening the tension of the atmosphere. Although, maybe, the tension was just in my head, because my heart was already beating out of my chest after one sly glance from Hangman.

“What do you want?”

Hangman shifted his hips on the bar stool, the cushion underneath him creaking as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“Give me whatever.”

I knelt down and grabbed a random bottle of beer from the mini fridge, popping the cap off with the bottle opener on the bar's side. The cold bottle left a trail of water in its wake as I slid it across the bar to Hangman.

“There you go.”

I stepped on the bottle cap that was rattling against the bar's floor to silence the annoying noise.

“Don’t I have to open a tab?”

I extended my hand to him, exposing my open palm. Hangman reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thin wallet. He flipped through the contents, removing a red credit card from the leather wallet and placing it in my open palm. As our hands gently touched, he smirked, and I prayed he wouldn't notice the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

I kept his card behind the bar while I opened a tab for him. I walked around to the other side, turning away from him and continuing my thorough cleaning process.

“You aren’t gonna keep me company?”

He yelled, feigning sadness in his tone in the hopes of making me feel sorry for him.

I scoffed, “If you wanted company, you would’ve brought friends.”

I tried to be as snarky as possible in my response. I wanted him to leave the bar so I could finally relax and fantasize about him instead of having to actually communicate with him.

“Playing hard to get, aren’t we?” he said coolly.

My movements came to a sudden halt.

Is it possible that I misunderstood him?

Was he implying that he was attempting to "get" me?

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” He spoke with a honeyed tone that dripped from his lips.

“No. I just…” I stuttered, struggling to get the words out of my throat.

“You didn’t think I’d be interested in you?”

What?

Was I that easy to read?

As the blood flew right to my face, my cheeks turned bright red, my cheekbones burning with heat. I knew that my silence would amuse him more than if I simply acknowledged that he was correct.

“Yes. I didn’t think you’d be interested in me.”

I resumed my scrubbing motions, wiping the bar aggressively despite the wood already being shiny and spotless.

“Well, I am.”

“You’re interested in me?”

“Yes. I. Am.”

I realized I was bent over a little further than I had intended when I turned my head over my right shoulder and locked eyes with Hangman.

I gulped, rising to my full height, turning, and leaning over the opposite side of the bar, keeping my gaze fixed on Hangman. As Jake raised his eyebrows in subtle surprise at my confidence, I reached my torso over the bar, propped up on my elbows, and tried to appear as intimidating as possible.

"Alright, Hangman.”

I spoke angrily through my teeth.

“I’ll bite. Tell me why you’re so infatuated with me all of a sudden.”

Hangman pushed his beer to the side and leaned forward over the bar, his breath fanning across my face as he brought our noses only inches apart. He gained confidence as he watched me squirm in my skin under his intense gaze. My chest tightened as the crushing atmosphere of the room pressed down on my fragile body, his grin widening with each shaky gulp or inhale.

“Cause I saw you staring at me the other day.”

My jaw was clenched so tightly that my teeth felt as if they were splitting under the force of my bite.

He moved forward another inch, his nose nearly brushing against the tip of mine as his stare became increasingly intense.

“And ever since then I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”

His voice had changed from seductive to completely erotic, a pinching sensation beginning to form in my lower abdomen.

“Nothing to say?” he teased.

My lower jaw trembled in excitement and anticipation as I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Um… no. I don’t have anything to say.”

Hangman laughed heartily, his shoulders bouncing as he did so. He leaned back in his chair, his posture assuming a normal position. The space between our two faces provided some relief from the mounting tension around us. The true tension, however, was building inside the pit of my stomach.

“Then I’ll do the talking.”

Hangman said with his lips pursed into a thin smile and his brows raised halfway up his forehead, dark wrinkles forming above his eyebrows.

“My car is the white one in the front of the parking lot. It should be unlocked. I want you to sit in the passenger's seat and wait for me.”

I furrowed my brow.

“Wait for you?”

Hangman wrapped his large hand around the neck of his beer bottle and thrust it into the air, assuming a toast position.

“I gotta finish my beer first,” with a low smacking sound, he slammed the bottle onto the bar.

Hangman continued proudly with a sly wink, “Leave me in peace for a bit, I’ll rejoin you soon.”

God, cocky bastard.

I gradually grew to my full height, having to tilt my neck to stare down at Hangman. Despite the new perspective, he was in complete command of the situation. The difference in height has no effect on his self-assurance.

I didn't want to give Hangman everything he desired. I wanted to be tough, to stand my ground, and to truly give him a run for his money. But I had a terrible, huge crush on this man, and this was one of my most frequent fantasies.

Being ordered around by a slick, attractive navy pilot who I’ve been admiring for a few months now?

Yes please.

“Okay Hangman, you win.”

I turned away from him and made my way to the front door. As I walked out of the bar, I could feel Hangman's slick eyes following me with every subtle movement of my body. But I didn't dare to look back at him because I was already giving him so much pleasure by doing exactly what he said. I wasn't going to give him any more satisfaction by showing him how severely he got under my skin.

However, I wouldn't be surprised if he was already aware.

The front windshield of a white Mustang was facing away from the front entrance of the parking lot.

A mustang, wow, very Hangman.

The windows were tinted, and anyone staring into the car would see absolutely nothing. The door was unlocked, and I clambered into the passenger's seat of the car.

Now, I wait.

The car was heating up in the surprisingly hot San Diego sun, and a thin layer of moisture was forming on my upper lip and brow.

Let’s hope Penny doesn’t come to check on me.

Penny.

Oh God.

Did she tell him?

Did she inform Hangman that I was in love with him?

That is the only plausible explanation. Penny informed Hanfman, who decided to confront me about it. Act on it, rather.

It makes sense, perfect sense.

I mean, when I told her my secret I expected her not to tell anyone.

But, I couldn’t even be mad at her because the spilling of my secret put me in a sensual situation with a super hot navy pilot.

“Fuck Hangman, where are you?”

He was messing with me. There was no way the last half of his beer was taking him this long to finish. I saw him drink on a busy night of partying, he can down multiple beers in the blink of an eye.

I shifted my hips, my thighs sticking to the leather seats.

The Hard Deck parking lot was deserted, with only Hangman's white Mustang parked on the asphalt. Part of me wishes there were people bustling around the car while Hangman and I did whatever he wanted behind tinted windows.

I wiped my upper lip, but the droplets of sweat returned after a few seconds.

“Oh come on, this is ridiculous.”

Alright, that was it. I’d have enough of Hangman’s cockiness.

I wasn't about to sit in this hot car all day waiting for him to show up whenever he damn well pleased.

Hangman tapped the window with his finger joint. Sure enough, he was standing outside the car, staring in.

I rolled my eyes as he flung open the door and slid into the driver's seat.

“Miss me honey?”

I didn't respond. Instead, I was looking out the window at the beach. On the opposite side of the Hard Deck, the pilots were playing football. My gaze was drawn to a section of the sand filled with large families and adorable couples.

“Oh come on, I couldn’t just give you what you wanted when you wanted it. That wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yet you expect me to give you what you want when you want it?”

I spin my head around, meeting Hangman's mischievous gaze.

“I didn’t make you sit in my car and wait for me. If you would’ve told me no I would’ve left you alone.”

Hangman leaned over the center console.

“You’re giving me what I want honey. I don’t expect anything.”

The hot air hung around us, and sweat drops began to form on Hangman's face.

“Well.”

I said.

“Well?”

He asked, his brows raising.

I leaned in closer to Hangman, bringing our faces closer together once more.

“Are you gonna kiss me or are you just gonna stare?”

“Stare.”

He said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

What?

What kind of mind games was this man playing?

Hangman maintained intense eye contact with me as he drew his keys from his back pocket and began tapping the keys until the clicking noise of the doors locking surrounded me in every direction.

“Now we can kiss.”

Hangman tossed his keys to the floor of his car and pressed his lips to mine in a moment of passion. The force of his kiss caused me to recoil, knocking the breath straight from my lungs as my eyes fluttered closed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face impossibly closer to me. God, just moments ago we were teasing each other in his car. Only seconds later, our teeth were clashing and chests heaving as Hangman thrusted his sweet tongue past my lips.

Jake’s calloused palms rubbed against my clothed hips, gripping the flesh and yanking me towards him every time my pelvis shifted backwards.

I felt myself being thrown into the air as Hangman effortlessly pulled me from my seat and onto his lap, putting his well-defined muscles to good use.

His large hands shifted from my hips to my thighs, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled me even farther forward until our chests were pressed flush together.

“You’re a good kisser.”

I wheezed before reconnecting our lips. Hangman smirked against my mouth, his ego inflated by the slightly juvenile compliment.

I always assumed that even if I were placed in this situation, I wouldn't be able to get past Hangman's cocky demeanor and massive ego. But his confidence somehow made him even more appealing.

It would be different if Hangman wasn't charismatic and thought he was hot shit for no reason whatsoever.

But God, he could kiss like it was nobody’s business. His plush lips meshed with mine as his hands moved expertly on my body, adding to the many wonderful sensations that arose as I kissed him.

Goosebumps broke out along my skin, Hangman’s dull nails digging into the thick flesh of my thighs.

If he could kiss like this… I shudder to think at what he could do with his-

“God, I want to be inside you so badly.”

The honeyed tone was back. Hangman yanked his lips away from mine, severing the connection I was longing for. He'd given me a taste of his passion, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to get enough of it.

His warm mouth pressed to the side of my throat, and I involuntarily threw my head back to expose more of my neck for him, my lower abdomen fluttering with desire.

“What’s stopping you?”

I asked, gasping for air as he nibbled on my collarbone's sensitive skin. Jake flattened his tongue against the bruise, leaving a patch of saliva on my collarbone as I moaned involuntarily.

“Oh honey, I wanna take my time with you.”

He mumbled against my skin, his hands finding their way to my clothed breasts.

I grit my teeth and sighed deeply as his hands desperately kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples through two layers of clothes.

It wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t nearly enough for me.

“Besides…

He whispered sensually, his hot breath sending chills down my spine.

“You’re too much fun to tease.”

Oh come on, cut me a break Hangman.

I drew my arms from around Hangman's neck, allowing my head to fall forward while trailing my hands down his chest. Hangman continued to bite and suck at the sensitive skin on the small patch of my exposed chest.

I thought about unbuckling his thick leather belt and reaching into his boxers to palm his cock through his boxers. I wanted to pleasure him, show him I could make him feel good.

But Hangman made it clear now wasn’t the time to take off each other’s clothes. So I opted for dipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and pressing my open palms against his lower abdomen.

The shaggy hair on his belly brushed against my fingers, the desire to clench my thighs together rushed through my body as I began to explore more of his body.

“God you’re beautiful… I can wait to fuck you in my car. I can’t wait to fill you up.”

He blew hot air onto the hickeys he'd created on my chest, the sensitive patches of skin lighting on fire under his breath.

“You’re gonna look so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

I moaned, this time louder and much more audible.

“My God your moans are gorgeous.”

His hands quickened their pace against my sensitive breasts.

“Hangman.”

I moaned, knitting my brows together as my nipples hardened under his touch.

“HANGMAN!”

That certainly wasn’t my voice.

I retracted my hands from his lower abdomen and sat back on his muscular thick thighs, whirling my head around to find the source of the noise.

“Fucking Bob.”

Hangman grunted in disapproval as he watched Bob frantically search the parking lot for his fellow pilot.

“It doesn’t look like he sees us. We can just wait him out.”

Just as I finished speaking, Bob's gaze was drawn to Hangman's car, and he began sprinting towards it.

“Fuck. Get off my lap.”

I scrambled off Hangman's lap and into the passenger seat, making an audible rattle as I moved. Fuck.

Bob heard the racket and now he knew someone was in the car.

“Hangman! Are you in there?”

Bob inquired, squinting against the light reflected off Hangman's tinted windows and aggressively tapping on the window.

Hangman rolled his eyes and pressed the button to roll down the window all the way.

“Hey! Penny has your credit card and it says you opened a tab? She thought you left without it! Good thing you’re still-“

His gaze fell on me as I sat uncomfortably in Hangman's passenger seat, hickeys all over my chest. I gave Bob a meek wave as I awkwardly smiled.

“Hello.”

He said, smiling and waving back at me as his cheeks began to turn bright red.

“Alright Bob, why don’t you tell Penny I’ll be right in.”

“Oh no please! Take your time.”

Bob blurted out, clearly embarrassed that he had interrupted our time together.

Bob practically sprinted towards the Hard Deck's front door, not looking back at us as he hurriedly exited the situation.

“I assume Penny spilled the beans?”

Hangman knitted his brows together in perplexity, turning his head to face me.

“What do you mean?”

Oh. She hadn’t told him.

“Oh!”

I exclaimed.

“Never mind.”

[yeraskier]

From the recent prompt list, help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second. With either geraskier or yenskier please?

There’s a reason Geralt’s always hated going out. Weird shit always happens to him when he goes out.

Like right now, the pretty and bright-eyed man he’d been watching all night is currently rambling dramatically right to his face. But is he offering to take Geralt home like he'd been hoping the stranger would when he walked over? No. Because that’s simply not how Geralt’s life works. Instead…

“…and the sex was great, you know? But that man is such a prick. I’ve never met anyone more self-obsessed, okay? And he’s been looking in my direction all night like he does every other time we're here at the same time, and he’s so persistent. So, I figure if I have a gorgeous, and frankly huge, fellow like you by my side, he’s bound to leave me alone.”

Geralt blinks. Pretty Eyes is wearing his most charming smile. It’s quite convincing.

“So, will you do it? Will you pretend to be my date for an hour or so? Or just until he leaves? I’ll buy you endless amounts of beer.”

Well, it’s not quite how Geralt had pictured his evening going.

“I’ll do it.” It’s probably the worst idea he’s had in a very long time, but it’s worth it for the way Pretty Eyes ends up beaming.

And so, they spend the rest of the night in each other's company. He learns a few things about his date in the following forty-five minutes.

1) Pretty Eyes' actual name is Jaskier.

2) Jaskier is a musician with 107, 369 monthly Spotify listeners.

3) Jaskier likes to talk… a lot.

And Geralt usually hates that in a person. He’d probably have walked away from Jaskier by now. He probably should. He won't.

He likes the sound of Jaskier’s voice and the way he uses his hands to illustrate what he’s saying and the way his eyes light up when he speaks about his music and the way his laugh goes an octave higher whenever Geralt smiles at him.

He likes all these little things. He adores them.

And Geralt could have happily spent the rest of the night listening to Jaskier go on and on about literally anything he could think of, but the man's words die out midsentence as his eyes focus in on someone behind Geralt.

“Gods,” Jaskier groans, “there’s the guy I was telling you about.”

Geralt doesn’t need any further instruction, he moves closer to Jaskier and fits an arm around the man’s waist like it belongs there. Jaskier practically melts under his touch, body sagging so he’s leaning into Geralt.

He could’ve thought more about that if the man they were putting on this show for wasn’t now standing before them.

“Jaskier.”

“Valdo,” Jaskier greets with a tight smile.

Valdo? Who the fuck names their child Valdo? Geralt doesn’t even try to hold back his snort.

Valdo glares at him but Jaskier’s smile loosens up. It’s worth it.

“Anyway, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you tonight,” Valdo says.

Jaskier hums. “Well, that’s funny since I’m here every Thursday night. And you waved at me earlier.”

Valdo laughs and the noise makes Geralt grit his teeth. He's known the man for all of two minutes and already, he's one of Geralt's least favorite people.

"Right. Well, I suppose it's lucky that we're both here, then. What do you say I buy you a drink," the swine proposes as if Geralt isn't standing right there.

He pulls Jaskier closer so they're practically plastered together and aims a smug grin in Valdo's direction. "He's occupied, as you can clearly see."

Valdo looks like his head might explode. Good.

Still, the arse has the gall to look back at Jaskier and say, "you sure you wouldn't want to spend the night with me instead?" An endearing smile makes its way onto his face, and Geralt might have actually found this man attractive if he wasn't such an arrogant prick. And if his name wasn't so fucking stupid.

Geralt worries, just for a second, that Jaskier may decide to go with Valdo after all, but the musician rests a hand over the one Geralt has on his hip and squeezes. "I think I'm just fine where I am, thank you."

Valdo stares at them and goes as far as to eye Geralt like he's sizing him up. Geralt almost wishes he would actually try something.

He doesn't. Instead, he leaves with a scoff, turning on his heels to walk towards a woman on the other side of the bar.

They remain close until Valdo seems thoroughly distracted, but then Geralt lets go and Jaskier clears his throat. An awkward silence follows.

Geralt gets it, he’s served his purpose. He should just make a break for it now, leave before Jaskier asks him to go.

He sets his glass down. Jaskier’s watching him, he can feel it. The man is tracking his every movement which is making every movement very difficult to make.

Get it together. He’s just a pretty guy at a bar, and sure, he’s made you smile more tonight than you have in months. It doesn’t matter. Get it the fuck together.

Geralt clears his throat and detaches from the bar, barely giving Jaskier a final glance as he nods in his general direction— it might hurt less if he can’t see him, maybe— before walking off.

Or at least he tries to.

But he can’t exactly do that when there’s a hand wrapped around his wrist, holding him in place.

Geralt turns back to face the musician with curious eyes.

“Listen, I know tonight may not have been the most ideal night,” Jaskier begins, “but I’ve been having a great time, and I think you have been too. And if I’m wrong, well, this will be truly embarrassing but it’ll be fine because at least I worked up the courage to do this. I just… I just want you to stay with me, just for the night, just a while longer. Or however long you feel like staying.”

Jaskier shrugs at the end of it like he didn’t basically just imply he wants to spend more than tonight with Geralt. Like that isn’t kind of a big deal considering the fact that they just met.

God, he’s insane. Geralt likes that.

“Can I kiss you?” It comes out unexpectedly but Geralt doesn't retract his words. He wants this. He hasn't wanted someone this much in a very long time.

Jaskier smiles. “Yes.”

Geralt closes the distance between them.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Request by @salenorona23​

Bill Skarsgard x plus!size reader

Joseph Quinn x plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

One of my request coming to life. Let me know if you catch my reference. It's pretty obvious I think.

Warnings: 18+ smut, smut, smuuuuhhhhtttt, language, angst, alcohol use and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: Being in love with Joseph Quinn is hard. But being his best friend is even harder.

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The stars never seemed to align for you and Quinn. There was never a perfect time for you two to be together. See both of you were in love with each other. But neither one of you knew how the other felt. You fell in love with each other at the 2016 World Cup. That was almost 6 years ago.

You were gifted the tickets from your boss. You worked organizing Met Galas and award shows. You had vacation coming up and your boss thought it would be nice for you to go somewhere. But the thing was, the game was in South Africa. You had never left America. You barely left your house. You lived in a small subdivision in Reseda hills. It wasn't all fancy or anything. But it was yours and you were proud of your little home.

You didn't know how good your seats were until you were led to a damn skybox. You were shocked that this was what Shelly gave you. (Your boss) There was a hand full of people there you had never met or saw before. You gave a thin lip smile to those who nodded in your direction. You felt so out of place there. Everyone was either wearing a fancy suit or a very expensive dress. While here you are with holes in the knees of your faded blue jeans that always fit just a little too tight and just some random Star Wars shirt. It was a graphic tee that said save the forests with Ewoks just under it. You wore a pair of all black vans and had your hair up. You came as comfortable as you could be. You wanted to stuff your face with nachos and beer. Because well, it was your vacation. And you'll be damned if you didn't have fun.

You went to the buffet table and grabbed wings and nachos with a large glass of Stout. You hadn't noticed the guy staring at you from across the table. You went to your seat doing a silly dance while you munched on some nachos looking down at the game. Why anyone would sit this high was just stupid. You couldn't see shit. They looked like ants. So you opted to watch the screen that was filming the game live. You were so into it. Booing every time the team you didn't like scored.

You heard a laugh coming from somewhere but you didn't look. You hated people and you were sure whoever it was, was laughing at you. But he wasn't.

" Hello. I just wanted to tell you I love your shirt."

You looked up and saw the most beautiful man you have ever seen. You couldn't even say anything because your mouth was full with wings and chips. His eyes bore a hole in your heart.

" I'm Joe Quinn and you are?"

You covered your mouth and chewed vigorously to try and get the pieces small enough to go down. You knew exactly who he was. He was your favorite character in Dickensian. He wasn't crazy famous or anything or had a huge part in the show. But you recognize him. It was those damn chocolate button eyes. You would know them anywhere

" Hi. Umm I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you." You said nervously holding out your sweaty ass had to shake his. But to your surprise his hand was just as sweaty as yours if not more.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

" Umm no not at all. Be my guest." You said gesturing to the seat next to you.

You offered him some nachos and he accepted with a grin that had you the moment he put it on. But, that feeling you had that day and everyday since was kept all to yourself. Your relationship with Quinn was entirely platonic. There were times when he would have a girlfriend and it would always break your heart. So in order to try and not to be so sad you would date too. But then you would break up with them as soon as you found out that Quinn was single again.

The friendship was hard to say the least. He lived in London while you lived in LA. Every time he got a role that brought him close to you. He would stay with you. See he was in love with you too. But he never said anything because he was worried that he wouldn't be good enough for you. Some C list actor who only got very small roles. So he tried to move on as well. But just like you. When he found out that you were single he would be single. But for some reason there was a disconnect.

You guys had moments where there might be something more than just friendship. But you or him played it off. Thinking it was just a joke. It wasn't until after Quinn filmed Stranger Things when he got serious with someone. Of course he would be with some stupid beautiful supermodel. Together they could have stupid beautiful sex, and stupid beautiful kids and live in a stupid beautiful big house.

The relationship didn't seem all that serious since he never really talked about her. But one phone call in the middle of October changed everything.

" Hello love. Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty."

You laughed. " Hey Quinn."

" Hey. So I have news."

" Oh? And I have ears. Let's hear it."

" So, I have decided. I'm going to propose to Clara."

" What!"

" Yeah. I think it's time for me to settle down. I'm almost 30. And I would like to start my family soon."

You could feel the color drain from your face as your heart sank to the floor. His words felt like a punch in the nose. Your eyes watered. And he continued to ramble on about it.

" Y/n hello...are you there?"

" Y-yeah. S-sorry. Just wow! I can't believe it. I-I'm-I'm so happy for you."

" What's wrong love?"

" Uh nothing..it's just umm ... It's late Quinn."

" Right. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting we are in different time zones. Get some sleep love. I'll see you at the masquerade ball."

" Right."

" Goodnight love."

" Night."

As soon as you hung up you ran to the bathroom and threw up. " Now you've done it. Stupid. Stupid."

You sat on the ground next to the toilet crying until you fell asleep

...

You hadn't slept well since the conversation. It's been 2 weeks since, and tonight was the party. And surprise surprise. Quinn didn't show up to yet another party you hosted. You understood his schedule changed a lot ever since Eddie Munson. But not this much. No one would ever understand how much it hurts getting that apology text from him. How your heart broke every fucking night knowing he would never be yours.

But tonight you actually had fun. Someone actually took your mind off of Quinn for a brief moment in time.

You were standing near the refreshment table making sure everything was full when something got in your eye. You weren't sure if it was dust or an eyelash. Whatever it was it hurt like a bitch. You stood off to the side taking off your mask rubbing your eye.

" Jesus...owww."

" Here let me help."

Someone grabbed your face and held your eye open blowing into it.

But ok like what the fuck?

As soon as he let go you felt so much better. You blinked a few times just for good measure.

" Uhh thanks."

" No problem....hey I know you."

You looked at the tall slender guy. You didn't know him on account of the mask.

" Oh?"

" Yeah you're the one who sewed on my button a few months ago at the Met Gala."

" Hmm I sowed a lot of buttons that night."

He took off his mask and smiled. Yup you remembered him.

" Oh yes. I remember now. Bill Skarsgard. You were wearing Louis Vuitton suit with the silk red lining."

" Yes!...so what's your name?"

" Oh I'm sorry. It's y/n. Y/n l/n."

" Very nice to meet you. Say uhh you look like you wanna duck out. I do too. I just come to these things for the mini sandwiches."

"is it that obvious?"

" yeah kinda."

" I would love to. But I'm hosting tonights event. I can't just leave."

" Hmm what if I take you somewhere where you could still keep an eye on things. But be far from everyone else."

" Doubt it. I know this place like the back of my hand."

He laughed." Alright if I'm wrong then you have to let me buy you dinner."

" And if you're right?"

" Then you have to buy me dinner."

" Ha. Alright."

You watched him grab 2 bottles of wine.

" Uhh can you grab that tray of sandwiches?"

You laughed. " sure"

To your surprise Bill did have a spot that you never found before. Since you were afraid of heights you never thought of hiding up in the rafters above the stage. Being with Bill made you feel safe though. The conversation you two had kept your mind from wondering. 

After that night you had many “Dates” with Bill. His natural charm was all too enticing. He was also incredibly hot. You didn’t think he was actually into you. See you were a “Big” girl and though it never really bothered you, it was hard to find someone who wanted to be with you and not just a one nightstand. But one night 2 months after hanging out, Bill and you went to a bar with live music. He had grabbed your thigh in his big hand send chills down your spine. At the end of the night Bill drove you home. You were sexually frustrated by now. It had been almost a year since the last time you got some. So tonight Bill just looked too damn good to resist. You had kissed a few times but you would never spend the night at his place or invite him in. But tonight, it was going to happen.

The moment you stepped into your house you pounced. You stripped off his clothes as you kissed. He tore off the buttons of your shirt and took off your bra and dropped down to his knees, unbuttoning your pants taking them and your panties in one go. He kissed your tummy and around to your hips. You leaned back against the door as he lifted your leg over his shoulder. 

“ohhh” you moaned as he slipped his fingers between your folds tracing circles around your aching clit.

“mmm baby you’re so wet for me.” he cooed before giving you a long strip lick from your throbbing cunt up to the bundle of nerves. “Fuck! You taste so good.”

“ Shh. Be quiet and lick...Please.”

Bill laughed as he continued to eat you out. 

“OHH FUCK!!!” you mewled throwing your head back as he stuck his fingers deep into your sopping cunt.

In the matter of seconds he had you cumming. He finger fucked you through your climax giving you kisses on your inner thigh. “ Yes baby. Cum on my fingers....Oh yeah. Just like that.”

Once you caught your breath you took your leg off his shoulder. You saw him put his soaked fingers into his mouth licking them clean of your juices. This only made you want him again. You pushed him down to his back and got on top of him. He sat up to kiss you. He was being so gentle with you. As if you were some porcelain doll. He lifted you up just a bit to guide his tip to your entrance. You slowly sank down into his lap moaning into his mouth. He was big. The biggest you’ve ever had. You had to stop to get used to him at the halfway point. He looked up at you worried.

“Are you ok? We can stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You stared into his big green eyes. He really did mean it. Whatever was going on with you two it was definitely more than just what was going on right now. You kissed him gently and started to rock and roll your hips. Your lips never leaving his. Well not until he turned you around to lay you on your back. He lifted your leg resting the back of your knee in the crook of his arm. 

His desperate groans mixed with your gasps filled the air as he went deeper and deeper into you. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your sweet spot. The sad part in all of this, was that this was the first time anyone has touched that spot deep inside of you. The more he pressed up into you the louder you got. Tears fell from your eyes from pure pleasure. You got closer and closer to your release with every thrust of his hips.

 The sound of his balls smacking your ass was the sweetest sound he has ever heard. Bill wanted you from the very moment he blew in your eye. He had dreamed of the beautiful girl who sowed his button for him months ago. And when he saw you at the event he absolutely had to talk to you. Now he was 10 inches deep in your tight pussy and he was in heaven. You were his dream girl. Beautiful and smart, and so fucking sexy. He fell in love with you way before this night. But tonight confirmed it for him. He wanted you forever and he planned on it.

You felt yourself clenched as he slowed his thrust but kept pounding into you. You let the wave of your climax wash over you while you felt his hot cum buried deep inside you. Your legs shook as he pumped the last of his load. He let go of your thigh slowly putting it down so that he wouldn’t overwhelm your senses. He laid down on top of you staring into your eyes stroking your hair. He smiled at you and you returned it.

...

Many weeks were just like that. Bill made bittersweet love to you night after night. You hadn't expected to fall for him. But, fell you did. Falling hard. The relationship became more and you could not have been happier. Quinn was still part of your life but very minimally. He was so busy with planning the wedding that he only sent you morning and goodnight texts.

But it wasn't until 7 months later did he try to call. He had just called off the wedding. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't marry Clara, because he loved you. He knew you were getting serious with Bill but not to the extent like he was with Clara. That night he called and called. But when you didn't respond he booked the first flight out to LA.

You always answered Quinn's calls. But on this particular night you didn't. That was because while Quinn was calling, Bill was on one knee asking you to be his wife. You had expected it since you found the ring in his loft one night 3 months ago. You happily said yes. That night he took you home and led you to your room that was decorated with flowers and twinkle lights.

Bill sat on your bed staring at you getting undressed. He grinned at the sight of love bites he left all over your chest. He was madly in love with you. He couldn't believe such a goddess agreed to marry him.

You walked to him giving him kiss after kiss while you undressed him. Once both were bare you laid down as he kissed down your neck and on your collar bone. His hand dipped down to your sex. He groaned against your skin because of how wet you still got for him. He wanted to lick you clean but tonight he wasn't going to take you like before. He was going to take it nice and slow. Your heavy sighs and the sound of your wetness were music to his ears.

He moved his hand away to line himself up to your entrance.

"You want this baby?"

"Mmm yes please."

" Anything for the future Mrs Skarsgard."

He entered you slowly.

" I love the sound of that." You said letting yourself adjust to his size. " Mrs. Y/n Skarsgard."

" You know what I love the sound of?"

" hmmmm?"

" This" he whispered while hitting his favorite spot in you.

You made a deafening gasp as he hit your sweet spot. The spot that makes your toes curl and arches your back. He was just too good at this.

He pulled out completely, then rammed in hard. Sending shooting pains of pleasure throughout your body. He sent you to heaven with every delicious thrust. You did your best to kiss him and keep your hands accountable but you were so blinded by the ecstasy Bill was providing. The knot building deep down made its way to the surface. You came long and hard. Bill kept going until you came again. It was then and only then he finally let himself cum deep inside you.

He went so deep, he put your ass to sleep. You were out like a light after. He held you while he drifted off.

"I love you y/n."

...

You guys slept late into the afternoon. When you finally got up, you and Bill took a bath together. He washed your hair making one long spike with shampoo. You made him a beard with all the bubbles. You laid in his arms until the water got cold.

"I have to go and promote Barbarian tonight. I won't be back too late. If you want you can come."

" I can't. I have a lot of work to do for fashion week." You said while drying your hair.

"Okay baby. I'm gonna make you coffee before I leave."

" Yessss. The nectar of the gods. I'll be there in a minute."

Bill came to kiss you. " We're getting married."

"Yes we are." You lifted up to kiss him back.

Joe was walking up your driveway and saw a Mercedes where your car normally parked. He got to the front door and knocked. He was met with a shirtless Bill.

"Joe! What a nice surprise? Does y/n know you were coming?"

"Uh no mate. Umm I should have called. I'll come back later."

"Nah man. Come in. She should be out any second. I made some coffee. Come in and have a cup."

" Uhh no that's fine I'll-"

" Hey babe. What do you think of an October wedding? I'm obsessed with a spooky themed wedding."

Joe saw you coming out of your room with just a red and black flannel and panties with a shirt in your hand. The moment you saw him you tugged the hem of your shirt to cover your thighs. He wanted to tell you to stop. That he loved your thighs. That he has always loved them. He remembered that time you guys were wrestling and somehow you had his head locked between your thighs. He could have swore he died and went to heaven.

"Quinn! Dude what the hell?"

" Hello love. I'm sorry I tried calling yesterday."

"No no please come in."

" Alright baby I gotta go."

" Uhh yeah. Here." You said handing Bill the shirt.

" Thanks baby. Love you. Joe, good to see you bud."

You cupped Bill's face and kissed him goodbye. Joe looked away but then immediately looked back. He saw a gigantic diamond on your ring finger. He wasn't even paying attention to what you said earlier. He saw Bill get in his car and leave.

" Hey I'm gonna put on some pants. I'll be right back."

Joe nodded and watched as you walked away. He closed the door and went to sit down. You came back and he stood up.

" Oh Quinn I've missed you."

You went to hug him. He held you so tight breathing you in.

" I've missed you too."

After a super long conversation he didn't tell you how he felt. You were so happy that he didn't want to ruin that for you. He had told you about Clara and you hugged him for so long. He thought maybe just maybe you felt the same. But when you pulled away you looked at your ring and had the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. It broke his heart. After a week in LA he went home. He was so lost that he really couldn't get out of bed. It was a month later when he received a save the date. He honestly didn't want to got. But he had to. You were his best friend and he couldn't do that to you. He hoped something would come up so that he could have an excuse to not go. He prayed for it.

...

2 and a half months later you were sitting in a party bus with Bill. He was holding you as you snuggled up against him. You guys had decided to have a bachelor party together. Bill really didn't want to celebrate the night without you. So he and his buddies and some of your close coworkers and sisters all went out for drinks and food.

Your sisters kept trying to give you drinks but you were content with just soda. You were actually so nervous. You had a secret that you had planned on tell Bill tonight. Your friends had rented a private room at some fancy strip club. The guys said they hired a stripper just for you tonight. You looked over to Bill and shook your head.

" I don't want one."

" Don't worry baby. It will be fine. If you want I will stay with you."

"Please. I don't want him to get too handies. I really don't know how I feel if some random guy thrusting his junk in my face."

" Don't worry. I'll handle it when it comes to that."

You gave him a thin lip smile. Everyone but you and Bill left the room. You sat there nervously while Bill poured you and himself a drink. Music randomly came on and Bill handed you the glass. You set it down on the table to the side of you. That's when he spread your legs apart with his knee. He got between your thighs and started dancing.

" Uhhh what?"

" Shh. I heard you were getting married soon." He said rolling his body to the beat.

" Umm yeah."

He dipped down to kiss you and continued to take off his shirt. You sat there and instantly felt hot and bothered.

" Mmm you look so good tonight. I might just have to take you here and now. I hope your fiance won't mind."

" I'm sure he won't." You said softly as you touched his body.

You could see how hard he was already. Your mouth water. You pulled him into the seat next to you and straddled him grinding your core against his huge bulge. He held onto your waist with one hand and the other was massaging your breast. You were kissing him with such need you could feel your undies becoming soaked.

It was when you had your shirt and bra off when you pull away a bit.

" Baby I have something to tell you."

He hummed in your neck while kissing you and biting you there.

" Baby. I'm pregnant."

He pulled away slowly and cupped your face meeting your gaze with his big green eyes that you love so much.

"Are you serious? Are you having my baby?"

You nodded and gave him a sweet smile.

"My baby is having a baby! Wow! How much luckier can I get? I get a wife and a baby."

You giggled and he smothered you with kisses. He helped you to lay down on the couch you were on. He unbutton his pants pulling them down to his thighs. His penis smacked against his stomach. You could have came at the sight of it. He lifted your skirt a little and ripped your panties off tossing them somewhere. He didn't even give you time to adjust when he rammed himself into you. Hit that spot. Your gasps rang out as he fucked you harder and harder. His mouth moving from nipple to nipple. He put his arm under your arched back to lift you a bit so he could have a better grip on you. Your tits bouncing in his face with every deep thrust.

" Oh fuck that's my girl. Shit baby. God I want to cum so bad."

" Bill please. I'm so close." You whimpered

" Fuck!" He growled as your warm slick walls hugged him so tight.

Your cum drenched him as his filled you. You rolled your hips a little to get every last drop of his love out. As you both came down from you high he laid on top of you. Kissing the sore parts of your chest.

" Baby. Do you think we can move up the wedding before I start to show?"

He lifted his head and smirk. " Let's do it tonight."

You giggled. "No. How about 2 weeks? I need to call my parents to see if they can get here. Just a small wedding yeah?"

" Anything my babies want." He said moving to kiss your tummy.

You smiled. " We want ice cream."

He quickly got up pulling up his pants. " Let's go. Can't keep my boy waiting."

...

"Quinn. What are you doing next week Friday?"

" Hello to you too love."

" Oh shit. I'm sorry. Hi"

He chuckled watching you get flustered on facetime.

" I don't know what I'm doing. I think I'll just visit my mum."

" Perfect! Do you think you can come here?"

" Uhh why?"

"Bill and I moved up the wedding and I need you to walk me down the aisle."

His heart sank. He couldn't keep his face from losing it's smile that you put there.

" Why-why so soon? What about your parents?"

" They are on a cruise and they won't be back in time. Common Quinn please. I need you."

He forced a smile. " i-i"

Your pleading eyes did it for him. He had to go. He had to stop this. You were suppose to be with him.

" Okay love. I'll be there."

" Promise?"

He gave you a halfhearted smile. " I promise."

" Please don't flake on me."

" Why would I?"

" Because you always do. You don't know how sad I get when you send me the 'Im sorry I can't make it' texts."

" I'm sorry love."

" It's okay. I mean if you came to the masquerade ball I would probably be marrying you instead. " You laughed.

He laughed nervously. Was that true? Did he lose you that night?

" Please Joe. Please don't flake on me."

He knew when you called him that it was dire for him to listen.

" I will be there."

...

Joe was waiting for you in the dressing room. You were finished the last touches to your hair in the bathroom. You had found a small chapel that could perform the ceremony in such a short notice. He was pacing trying to find the right words to say to get you to call it off. That's when you came out.

" How do I look?"

Joe was weak at the sight of you in a flowing white gown. You had never looked so beautiful.

" Heavenly."

You gave him a sweet smile. " Thank you....okay I'm ready."

You started to walk towards the door when Joe stopped you.

" Y/n I need to say something and please let me finish before you say anything."

You turned to face him.

"My love. Please don't do this. I know this is not the best time to do this...but I need you to know how much I love you. I have loved you since I met you. And I know you must love me too. Please don't marry him. Please be with me. I can't live without you anymore. Please my love. Don't do this."

He could see tears forming in your eyes and your breath starting to hitch.

"Quinn....I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. We could just leave right now."

" No Joe. I'm sorry but it's too late. You're right I do love you. And I always will. But I'm in love with Bill and I want to be his wife... I need you to understand that."

" No please y/n. Don't say it's too late. It's never too late for us."

" Joe....it is....I'm pregnant...that's why we moved up the wedding."

He couldn't believe his heart could hurt anymore than it did right now. How could he have been so stupid? He should have told you a long time ago. If he had, you would be carrying his child right now.

" Love it's okay. If you allow me. I will raise the baby as my own."

" Quinn please stop." You moved forward to hug him. " You know we can't do that. Please be happy for me. I need my best friend. Just be my best friend."

His tears came as he held you. He knew it was over. He knew he couldn't have you.

" I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry I didn't get to you sooner."

You leaned back and kissed him gently on his mouth.

" I'm sorry too."

He sighed and wiped his tears. "Do you think that one day we will both be in the same place and we could be together?"

You looked into his eyes and smiled. " I don't know. And I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to get married."

He nodded and pulled away from your arms.

"Alright my love. Let's get you to Bill." He sniffled

You went to him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

" Thank you."

...

Joe stood there listening to you and Bill exchange vows. All he could do was be happy for you. He would always hate himself for not telling you he loved you sooner. He watched with everyone as you and Bill drove away. He cried watching his soul mate leave him. He hoped that one day. You would come back to him. He promised he would always wait for you. That he would always love you.

[ashton-constance]

Recreating Memories

When Dean finds out about his girls terrible first time, he takes it upon himself to recreate the moment.

*Warnings 18+, smut, corruption kink, innocence kink, first time, role play, general fluff*

*Side note: Please be gentle this is my first time post a Y/N fanfic

Sitting on the hood of the Impala enjoying a nightcap as they started into the dim light of the motel 6 sign. Dean was unimpressed with the surroundings expect for her. Accidentally getting attached to a social worker who was almost murdered by a demon possessing a child he scooped her up and they had been on the road ever since. It was still new, fresh—the part where your all nervous and still pretty unknown to one another.

Dean propping his hand behind his head as he leaned against the windshield.

"Let's play 20 questions."

Y/N taking a sip of her beer. The brown glass bottle faintly touching her lips as she tipped it back.

"Ok shoot you first"

"Ok favorite ice cream"

"Butter pecan, favorite movie?"

"Untouchables. What was your favorite subject in school?"

"Well I guess English. Not the writing part but I love to read. What's your favorite kind of coffee."

"Hot and available."

Winking as he took his free arm to bring her in.

"Which I'm hoping you are."

Rolling her eyes at him Y/N couldn't resist his charm if she tried.

"Ok you big goof what your next question?"

"Ok if there was anything you could change, what would it be?"

Thinking about it for a moment as she pressed her finger to her lips.

"I could think of a few things. Like when I decided that green rubber bands on my braces where a good idea."

"Ouch"

"Ya and then there's the time in college where I though of putting tequila, peach snaps and a red bull together and shotgunning it was a good idea."

"All very good choices."

"But I guess the one that takes the cake was my first time."

Sitting up, fully concentrating on her face. Afraid someone had hurt his girl even long before he had met her. Anger was about to push to the surface.

"What about your first time?"

His tone was sharper, more on edge. Patting him on the chest.

"Easy killer. It wasn't anything bad. It just wasn't good. I had been dating this guy for a month or so, and you know how teenage hormones are. He had taken me to the spring dance, and his parents were out of town for the weekend. So we went to his house, he put on Barry Manilow."

Dean was already snickering at her story once his body released the tension from moments ago.

"And we took off our clothes; he put a condom on and just straight stuck it in. No warm-up, nothing."

Taking a sip of his beer as Y/N continued the story.

"It was like fucking low-grade sandpaper."

Spitting his beer out as he covered his mouth with his hand.

"I'm serious. It was maybe a four-pump situation, and then he pulled out, threw the condom away, and made pizza pockets; that part was ok. But the noises he made were like a whale dying on the beach."

Barely containing his laughter as he sucked in his lips, Dean couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.

"Ya, ya laugh it up. I'm sure you weren’t much better than him your first time."

While that was partially true, it gave Dean an idea. Next case, next town, they rolled up to a house on the edge of the suburbs.

"What are we doing here? The victim lives here or something?"

"No"

Opening up the door of the Impala.

"This is where we're staying."

"Are we breaking in or something?"

"No, smartass, I found it on that Airbnb thing."

"You used Airbnb?"

"Why do you look so surprised?"

"It's just a little out of your normal scope, is all."

Walking up, finding the house keys under the flowerpot like the email instructed, Dean swung open the door duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Welcome home."

Finding the primary bedroom setting their bags down, Dean shuffled around in his. Handing Y/N a notebook.

"Here, I’m gonna run into town and grab us some food, and you do some research."

Headed out the door rather hurriedly when she looked down at the notebook labeled "diary" with duct tape. Opening to see a diary entry clearly written in Dean's handwriting with little heart doodles all over the page. It read

Dear Diary,

Tonight might be the night me, and Dean finally go all the way. I can't believe how cute he is and how tasty his lips are. With mom and Dad gone on the cruise for the week, I'm finally ready. I'm going to give my virginity to Dean Winchester. God, I hope I don't mess this up. I mean, I have only been to second base and third base like once, but that doesn't even count because it was a total accident. Anyway all for now

-xoxo Y/N

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this was a joke. Because if it was, it wasn't funny. Reaching for her phone in her pocket, she dialed Dean, picking up after the second ring.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

"Your parents still out of town?"

Y/N beginning to get annoyed at the joke.

"I didn't tell you that story so that you could make fun of me with it. Just because I made fun of it doesn't mean you get to."

Dean used his chin to hold the phone as he went through the grocery store’s isles.

"Whoah, whoah, what are you talking about?"

"If this is your idea of a joke or a prank, I will say I'm not a fan."

"Y/N, Y/N, not that's not it at all."

Sighing as he held the phone in his hand.

"I was trying to roleplay with you a little bit. That you were some innocent virgin and I was the school’s residential bad boy. I thought I could recreate that moment for you and make it better. Who knows just how to please you."

Her cheeks and the ends of her ears turned pink as she thought about the gesture. He even rented a house in the suburbs so that it felt more real.

"Oh"

Y/Ns tone was more bashful than before.

"Is that ok with you?"

Dean unsure of her response based on the chewing out he just got a minute ago. Then the hangup tone. Great Dean thought to himself. That Airbnb shit was not easy at all. And I-

The phone rang again it was her.

"Hey"

"Hey baby"

Her voice was soft and sweet.

"My parents are still on that cruise; if you want to come over tonight?"

"Oh really?"

His flirtatious tone poured into his words.

"Ya, I thought maybe we could, study."

"Oh"

Dean, a grown man, standing in the frozen food Isle biting the inside of his lip all giddy.

"And what will be studying, baby girl."

"Anatomy or possibly Chemistry"

Her words laced in innuendo.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm passing that with flying colors. So I will see you later."

"Bye Dean"

Her voice was light and flirty.

"Bye Y/N"

Ending the phone call as she rushed into the bedroom, dumping out the contents of her bathroom bag. Jumping into the shower shaving her legs, dreaming of what Dean was like in high school. Not the real version, but if this play pretend where real and he was the bad boy, and she was the innocent virgin who sat in front of him in class. Butterflies entered her belly as she got dressed, shaking out her hair, hearing a knock at the door.

Sliding through the hardwood living room in her socks until she reached the door.

Opening it to find dean standing in jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. He was stretched out in the doorframe, one arm propped up, the other holding a six-pack of cheap beer—a toothpick in his mouth.

"Hi"

Swallowing hard as her eyes darted up to meet his gaze.

"Hi"

Y/N motioned him in as he shut the door behind himself.

"Nice place you got here."

Dean looked around at the different knick-knacks lightly scattered around the rental to give it a home-like feel.

"Thanks, we just moved here a while back.”

Setting the six-pack on the kitchen island as he pulled two from their plastic rings and popped the top, handing one to her.

“And how did you get beer.”

Turning it up as he elongated his neck. His adam’s apple bobbed as he sat it back down.

“Went to the next town over, used a fake ID.”

Well, that wasn’t a lie. Partly in pretend, but also it was some shit beer. Sheepishly picking up the beer, turning it up for a short sip, then scrunching her face in disgust.

“So, I guess you don’t drink much.”

Taking another long swig of his beer, then set it down on the counter, propping up against the counter. Y/N was still a solid five inches shorter than him with him propped up like this.

“No, no, I uh- I don’t drink much.”

Taking his pointer finger and thumb with his available hand tilting her chin up to his face,

“Pretty girl like you must get invited to all sorts of parties.”

Those candy apple green eyes and freckles locked in her attention as he batted his lashes and a side-cocked smile. She was actually getting nervous. Y/N, who had seen Dean slip and slide in monster guts. Who had seen him flip his underwear inside out because he didn’t want to do laundry. The same Dean who used his leg as an imaginary guitar for the solo of welcome to the jungle.

“I’m not sure you gathered, but I mostly keep to myself.”

Batting her lashes softly at him, watching his facade begin to unwrap under those Y/E/C eyes.

“Well, that’s a shame, I figured-.”

Standing up again, his frame towering over her as he pulled on her tank top strap,

“Boys had been lining up to beat down your door before I came along.”

Y/Ns breath hitching as she looked from his hands to his eyes again.

“No, most guys aren’t into the whole, quite, bookish type.”

“But that’s what I like about you, see-”

Closing in what little space was between them already as he lifted his hand to her face stroking her cheek.

“I think you’ve been looking for someone to see you-”

Leaning in his lips, brushing her ear, his breath sent chills down her spine.

“And want to corrupt you. To see you not as inexperienced, but untapped potential.”

Pulling away from her ear to see her chest red and blotchy from the flush. Her cheeks were pink as well.

“I’ve imagined how hot you look when you cum. Especially the first time on my cock.”

Placing her hand on his chest, her breathing shallow as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Uh Dean”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“This will be my first time not just with you, but ever.”

He tilted his head to the side and pushed her hair off her shoulders.

“I presumed, I've always wanted to take something so pure, so pristine like you and just dirty, it, up. But I promise I’ll be gentle because not only am I going to take your virginity, I’m gonna make you love it. I’m gonna make you crave it, crave me. I’m gonna make you my own personal slut.”

Taking Y/N by the hand, leading her up the stairs into the bedroom. Turning on the bedside lamp as he shut the door behind him. Pulling off his leather jacket one arm at a time. Laying it down on the chest at the foot of the bed.

“I’ve pictured it in my head a million times what you look like under that top. What kind of panties you wear.”

Bringing her face to his as their slow kisses began to pick up the pace. Y/Ns tongue darting into his mouth, pawing at the bottom of his shirt, taking his hands intertwining his fingers with hers.

“Not yet, my little angel. I’m gonna take my time unwrapping you, stripping you of your halo and wings.”

Returning his lips to hers as he wrapped his arms around her. Spreading her legs as he placed his leg between hers. His thigh brushed up against hers as she began to grind into him. Kissing down her neck as his hands reached for the button of her jeans.

“Why don’t we get you out of these pants, pretty girl, so that I can see those delicious legs of yours?”

Kissing down Y/Ns neck onto her collarbone as he began to tug the sides of her pants down from the belt loops. Leaving a hickey right above her right breast as he pulled his mouth from her examining her legs as she stood there pants around her ankles and white tube socks. Dean’s eyes rolled back in satisfaction.

“I knew it. Absolutely amazing.”

Kicking out of the pants as she turned an eyebrow up in Dean’s direction.

“Are you going to take off anything, or are you just going to screw me fully dressed?”

His brows knitting together as he thought of a crafty response.

“Well, well well. For a girl who claims to be so shy and bookish, your awfully bold in telling me what to do.”

Stretching up to meet her as he saw a smile on her face.

“Go ahead then, baby, take off my shirt.”

Reaching for the bottom hem, dragging it up slowly until she could no longer reach, requiring him to finish taking it off throwing it across the room.

“Now, my girl I want you to kiss down my chest like I did yours.”

Reuniting their lips as she trailed down his jaw, neck, leaving an almost matching hickey at the base of his neck. Her kisses were soft and wet against his warm skin. Lowly moaning from her touch as she used his arm to pull herself back up. Scooping her up in his arms bridal style onto the center of the bed as he finished undressing before joining her. His gray boxer briefs the only thing covering him.

In a classic missionary fashion, on top of her as they began making out. The tempo faster paced than before. Fingers in hair, pulling off her tank top to revile a lacy bralette underneath.

“Oooh, I like that.”

Her hair was like a halo surrounding her face as he picked up one of Y/Ns legs, digging his fingers into the thigh. He was grinding into her like he couldn't get enough. There they were, a woman in her mid-twenties and a man nearly thirty dry humping like a couple of high school kids anxious and horny for one another.

Dean had honestly gotten lost in the fantasy to remember his plan. It wasn’t until the erection in his boxers was unignorable and prominent that he remembered what he was actually doing. Both of them were lightly sweating and panting as he removed his lips from hers.

“Are you ready to really get started, my little angel?”

“Yes”

“And are you sure it’s me that you want to take that halo from you?”

“Yes”

His smile was dirty and cocky as she scooted back, pulling her underwear down throwing it on the floor. Laying down on his stomach between her legs, looking at her already wet and waiting for him. His eyes looked up at hers as she nodded one more time in approval.

Planting wet kisses on her clit as she sturred settling into the bed, grabbing a handful of sheets.

“This babygirl is your clit. It has so many nerve endings for all sorts of fun. The more I play with it, the wetter you get. Some women can even get off on just playing with this alone. Tell me, my beautiful angel, have you ever played with this before?”

“Yes”

She whispered as he ran his finger along her lips. Quickly kissing her clit a time or two during his monolog.

“Oh, is that so?”

Shaking her head as she tried not to dig her heel into his back, making him go back in.

“Apparently, my angel has a crooked halo. How do you do it, baby? How does my girl please herself?”

She was trying to recall the high school version of Y/N versus the grown adult who has a vibrator in her bag.

“I grind against my teddy bear.”

Biting his bottom lip as he looked at Y/N, knowing that was true at some point in her life.

“Naughty naughty girl. And did that ever make you cum?”

“No”

“Oh, I see.”

Beginning to kiss again as he wet his lips, slightly sucking with each kiss.

“So I’ll be having your first orgasm too. How gratifying it is to know that I will have you wholly addicted to me by the time this is through.”

Holding her butt in his hands as he continued to work on her. Small moans escaped her lips as she wrapped one hand in his hair.

“Now I’m about to begin stretching you out, ok? It will feel slightly different, a little more, well full. But there's a spot inside of you that, if I rub against it will,l make you feel even better. Is that ok with you?”

“Yyesss”

She moaned as he placed one finger into the second knuckle. Then the second finger into the second knuckle. Pumping in and out slowly as Dean continued to lap at her clit. Feeling her clench around his finger for the second time, he knew she was getting close. Pulling his mouth and hand from her as he grabbed the condom from the bedside table, putting it on as Y/N watched with anticipation.

Spreading her legs for him as he hovered just in front of her.

“Are you sure your ready?”

Nodding her head at him, looking down at her chest, noticing that she still had on the bralette. Reaching underneath her, snapping the hooks as the fabric lost its form. Y/N throwing it on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

“There, I needed to see and play with those amazing tits before this was all over.”

Kissing each one as they grew hard to his touch.

“Close your eyes, and I will go slow. But if you need me to slow down or stop, just tell me, ok?”

“Ok”

The first small thrust in as Y/N breathed in the familiar feeling. Slowly inch by, inching, pushing himself into her as he filled her. Dean’s tempo was slow as he grinded into her. Moving between kissing her breasts, her lips, and her shoulders. Grabbing the pillow beside them, placing it under her hips as she moaned deeper.

“There so I can make sure I get every single inch of you.”

His strokes were deep and hard. Returning to the edge of an orgasm as she called out Deans name.

“Oh fuck Dean, shit, oh Dean!”

A drop of sweat dripped from his chest onto her.

“That’s it my girl, come undone for me. I want to see that angelic face in pure ecstasy as you cum on this cock. Your mine now, babygirl. My own personal little deviant.”

Her orgasm came on strong as she throbbed around his dick—that tingly feeling coursing throughout her brain as her limbs clenched and released. Dean’s orgasm soon followed, propped on his forearms, sucking the breath from her lungs with a kiss.

Y/N pulled up the sheets as Dean left the room and went through the house. Pulling out as he shuffled to the bathroom bowlegged as he threw the condom away and found his boxers on the floor. When Dean reappeared with a plate full of pizza pockets and better beer, she brought the pillow from under her hips back to its original place.

“An after sex snack with m’lady”

“Why, thank you, good sir,”

Setting the food on the table as he crawled into bed beside her propped up against the headboard as Y/N fished his shirt out of the floor, pulling it over her head. Bringing her into his wing as he cracked open a beer for them to share and the plate of pizza pockets on top of the comforter.

“So I have to ask, was that better than your first, first time?”

“You don’t even have to ask, pretty boy.”

Patting him on the chest as she reached for a pizza pocket.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

[seita]

— mood consequence | m.

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 2.127

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : mean!iwa, daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, degredation, size kink, no prep, clit spanking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, a bit of aftercare.

note : this is my part of the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab!

collab masterlist.

+ summary : your boyfriend is in a bad mood and decides to use you as a source of release.

To the untrained eye, Iwaizumi looked unbothered. But after years of dating him, you could tell something was bothering him. His shoulders were tense and he was sitting straight up in his seat with his hands fisted against his thighs. He kept his gaze trained outside, watching the people pass by on the street with his jaw tense and set. The muscles in his face twitched every once in a while as he listened to the conversation floating back and forth over the table.

You made it a point to ignore him and his bad mood. But you weren’t sure if Oikawa, Matsukawa, or Hanamaki even noticed it.

Prior to leaving for dinner, he had come home in a terrible mood. You reminded him that the two of you promised to have dinner with your friends.

“Why couldn’t you have reminded me yesterday?!” he had snapped, tossing his jacket haphazardly onto the bed, leaving you to quickly pick it up and hang it properly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, “I really don’t want to go.”

You told him that there were reservations and that it was Hanamaki’s birthday dinner. He continued to complain the entire time you were getting ready, snapping at you when you were a few minutes late to putting on your shoes -- leaving him waiting by the door until you came running down the stairs mumbling apologies.

The entire drive to the restaurant was tense and uncomfortable, leaving him in an even worse mood and only serving to tick you off.

As you sat down in your chair, pulled out by Matsukawa, you decided to make a point of ignoring your boyfriend as much as you could without ruining the dinner for the others.

A few drinks were down and you found yourself laughing and talking excitedly with Hanamaki who was telling you about some job interviews he had lined up.

Iwaizumi watches out of the corner of his eye as you and his friend have a nice time. Matsukawa and Oikawa are lost in their own conversation, leaving Iwaizumi quietly sitting beside the window. For a moment, you forget about the fact he’s angry and on edge - instead listening to Makki talk about his goals.

You completely miss the dark look in your boyfriend's eye as he downs over half of his beer in one sitting.

The ride back home is just as tense as it was there. His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel, jaw still set hard as he stares ahead at the road. You choose to ignore it, gazing out the window at the passing scenery.

He doesn’t let you ignore it for long, however. You step into your apartment, shutting the door while he lingers on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

He bounces on his heels at the cold, free hand shoved into his jeans pockets as he sees you flick on the lights inside. The nicotine does nothing to settle his bad mood.

In fact, the time alone allows him to replay the entire dinner over in his head. From the way you had leaned in to let Makki whisper something in your ear that, for some reason, had you near tears from laughing to the seemingly innocent hand that rested on the pink haired man’s shoulder as you spoke to him. Logically, he knew that you knew nothing by it -- you weren’t attracted to Hanamaki. However, the already bad mood that festered for far too long threw all logical reasoning out the window and he settled on punishing his little brat.

You hear the apartment door open and close, followed by his huffing and muttering as he kicks his shoes off and hangs his coat up properly before making his way to the bedroom.

You hummed innocently, slipping a soft, worn t-shirt of his over your head. you quickly caught him standing in the doorway and you gave him a little smile.

“Are you ready for bed?” you ask, frowning when he didn't respond.

Instead, he worked on stripping himself of his jeans and button-down. His back was to you and he could see the way you watched him in the mirror, eyeing the flex of the muscles in his back as he moved.

“You seemed awfully close with Hanamaki tonight,” he muttered, internally cringing at the words.

You immediately met his gaze in the glass, frowning. The confusion and innocence in your gaze was genuine but it still ticked him off. It wasn't your fault that he was in a rotten mood and looking for a fight.

“Well, I mean,” you shrug, keeping your voice calm in hopes of settling him down, “We’re all friends. It was his birthday, should I have ignored him all evening?”

You giggle, the teasing lilt in your tone finally breaking him. He spun around, taking two long strides towards you before his hand was suddenly wrapped around your throat.

You gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. The fiery behind his gaze had your own body heating up and you immediately knew that it was going to be a long night.

“I want you naked with your legs open for me,” he hissed, “right now.”

You nodded, quickly yanking your shirt over your head, flushing as you felt the heated gaze on your breasts. You let yourself fall back on the bed, hooking your thumbs into the band of your panties to push them off of your thighs.

As soon as you were naked, you let your legs fall open. He hums, staring at your folds before licking his lips.

You really were so pretty. So soft looking. Already your little cunt was getting wet for him, your folds parting to give him a teasing glimpse of the sensitive little clit and pretty hole he loved to torment.

“Open yourself for me, show me that slutty cunt,” he orders, grinning when you immediately do as you're told.

You lift your thighs, knees pressed to your chest so you could reach beneath them and part your folds with two fingers. Being exposed under his intense gaze had you trembling, but he could see the way your cunt clenched around nothing, drooling slick.

“I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were here with me right now…” he crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees between your spread legs, “spread out like this for me, looking like a little whore. Hm? Do you think he’d like that?”

You whine, watching as he tugs the band of his boxers down to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach, making his body shudder at the feeling. The veins in his arm and hand bulge as he wraps his fist around his cock, languidly stroking himself to the sight of you holding your cunt open for him.

“D-Don’t want to think about him, Daddy,” you whisper, biting your lip, “Only want you.”

He groans at the way the name slides off of your tongue, so sweet and pretty. Your words have him grinning, pride and possessiveness intermingling to drive him forward. He taps the head of his cock against your clit and you gasp at the feeling.

“Is that so?” he asks, teasing. His gaze is glued to your pussy, watching as he drags the head of his cock through your folds - from your entrance up to your clit.

“Oh, Daddy…” you coo, growing lax against the bed as he plays with the little bud like that - stroking it back and forth with the smooth skin of his cock.

“You're so wet, do you hear that?” he asks, humming when he prods your entrance again just to hear the lewd, slick sounds.

“'S all for you, Daddy,” you pant, biting your lip.

He nods, “That’s right, baby. But,” he sighs and begins to prod the little hole, slowly pushing inside.

Your eyes grow wide and you squeal, “Wait! Daddy! ‘S too big!”

He grins, watching your eyes grow glassy with unshed tears at the burning pain of being stretched by a nice, far cock with no prep.

“You pissed me off, baby,” he sighs, “And only good girls get prepped, you know?”

You whine, shuddering as you nod, “‘M sorry, Daddy. But I’m all y-yours. Don’t want Makki.”

He growls, rolling his hips forward to suddenly sink the entirety of his length inside you. You sob, back arching as you reach out and press your hands against his stomach - hoping to keep him from prodding painfully at your cervix.

“Don’t say another man’s name while I’m stuffing your little whore cunt nice and full,” he spits, making you whine out soft apologies.

He thinks you're so cute like this. So submissive, doing anything to make your Daddy happy - even letting him stretch your cunt past its limit. Still, he doesn't want to overwhelm you so he sits still, feeling your walls flutter as you slowly adjust.

His thumb finds its way to your clit and you whine, eyes rolling back as he circles the bud. Your thighs tremble and twitch at the feeling, body slowly relaxing against the bed - letting him know you're okay to take him.

He knows you'll say that little word if it's too much - he trusts you to tell him if you can't do it anymore. So he starts with a rough pace, harshly slamming his hips into yours - pummeling your cervix and making your body lock up in pain but the way he drags against your g-spot has you creaming beautifully.

There's a white ring at the base of his cock, a mess being made from the way your boyfriend expertly works your cunt. It leaves his cock throbbing painfully against your walls.

“Are you going to cum?” he asks, feeling the way you squeeze around him, crying out and sobbing his name.

“Yes, Daddy, please make me cum!” you immediately beg, eyes glossy and teary as you stare up at him.

“Tell Daddy what you need then,” he says, eyeing the way your breasts bounce. He can't resist reaching up to palm one, squeezing the soft flesh in his hand.

“M-My clit, Daddy, please!” you cry, grinding your hips down in fruitless frustration to get what you want.

“This?” he softly brushes the pad of his thumb over the hard, swollen little bud between your folds, “What about it? Want Daddy to spank it?”

Before you answer, he lays a mean little slap against the bud and you sob, the tears finally falling down your cheeks, “Daddy! Please t-touch my clit, make me cum!”

“Aw,” he coos, “Such a polite little girl.”

He takes mercy on you, rolling his thumb over the bud. A quick few circles has you going still. He watches with a lidded gaze, your body going lax while your thighs tremble erratically. Your mouth is open, chest heaving with the breathless little gasps you let out.

After a moment, and a few well-aimed thrusts of his cock, you seem to flicker back to life. Your back arches off of the bed and you squeal, legs kicking as pleasure floods through you.

He’s cruel, almost sadistic, in the way he forces you to ride out the orgasm. He doesn't slow or take his thumb off of your clit, sending you ever higher into euphoria.

You squirt, gushing cum all over his abs and thighs - soaking his cock as you squeal and cry out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Ah, pl-please! Please! Daddy!” he can listen to you scream for him all day but eventually, the messy, slick sounds of him stuffing your cunt and the deadly hold your cunt has on his cock has him cumming.

His hips stutter before he sinks completely inside, prodding your cervix and making you cry even harder before he releases - pumping his load as deep as he possibly can.

You’re still trembling and crying as everything comes to a slow end and he sighs, scooping you up into his arms to cradle you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, letting out all the intense emotions that overflowed at the end.

“Shh, my good girl,” he coos, “Daddy is so proud of you, took it so well.”

“I-I don't like Makki, you know that right, Daddy?” you ask, sniffling without bringing your head from the safety of his chest.

He nods and kisses the top of your head, “I know, Daddy is sorry, he was just in a bad mood.”

You’re quiet for a second before asking, “Do you feel better now?”

He can’t help but smile, hugging you tight as he assures you that you made it all better, loving the way you brighten up and beam happily at the admission.

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[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Mobster!Steve Rogers x reader Part 1

Request: Can you write about mob steve. Reader doesn't know that he is a mafia so she kinda rude to him. Make it fluff and smut 😘😘 . Thank you . Happy birthday 🥳🥳 and i love your writing

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Warnings: swearing, talk of past abusive relationship, (photo not mine, credit to owner)

>Part 2>

You hated clubs. They were filled with unwanted wondering hands. They were loud, and because they were loud, it meant you had beer fumes being breathed against your ear as some creep tried to get in your pants. Not your idea of a fun night. But the worst part tonight, the straw that broke the camels back, was when your ex showed up. Brock Rumlow was the worst mistake of your life.

"He misses you," A friend had whispered. "Why don't you talk to him? Maybe try give things another go." She smiled excitedly. "I know he wants to, he told me."

It was a set up. Most likely by him, and that was dangerous, it meant you had to get away from him, before he got mad.

So you made an excuse up about needing the ladies and ran for it. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you made it to the other side of the club, but you weren't safe. Brock knew you like the back of his hand, so he followed you.

You could curse yourself for wearing heels, it was harder to run away as he followed after you, shouting your name. You wiped your tears away as you began walking down a dark hallway to get away, only to crash into a wall of solid muscle.

"Fuck!" You dropped to your knees and quickly collected your purse, seriously considering just leaving it's contents on the floor.

"Apology accepted." A deep voice sighed above you.

You huffed and abruptly stood up. "I didn't apologise."

"I know." The same voice growled.

You rolled your eyes as you hooked your bag over your shoulder as you sniffled. "Excuse me." You pushed passed the group of men, only to have your wrist grabbed. You let out a startled gasp, expecting to see Brock but it wasn't. You narrowed your glare at the bearded blond, "What? Gonna scold me for not apologising?"

He shook his head as he frowned at you, "You're crying... And scared."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Steve, we've gotta-" A dark-haired man spoke from behind you, being cut off by the blond.

"Did something happen to you? Are you hurt?" His voice was filled with worry as he let go of your hand.

You shook your head, "N-No, I just, need to leave."

The brunet let out a small chuckle, "Not this way, doll, this is private."

"Didn't you see the sign?" Another man asked. "Pretty hard to miss." He offered you a soft smile.

You shook your head, "I... Sorry, I should-"

"No," 'Steve' stepped in front of you, holding his hands up in front of him when you flinched. "Look, you're clearly distressed and upset, so why don't you come back to my office. You can have a stiff drink, and then tell us what's happened." He smiled softly, nodding his head.

You nodded after a quick look back towards the way you'd just come. Anything was better than Brock, right?

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"Brock, Rumlow?" Steve glared at the screen in front of him and the footage from the nights security camera's. "Who is he?" Steve looked up.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stared into your empty glass. "My ex... My, abusive, ex." You looked over at Steve. "We broke up... Nearly four months ago, but he can't seem to get it into his head, I don't want anything to do with him. I've had to change my number, change my locks... I've even spotted him a couple of times following me."

"Did you tell the police?" Steve asked, knowing the answer.

You nodded, "They said I was crazy. Without any evidence, there was nothing they could do." You sighed, "I'm sorry, you don't need to be hearing this."

Steve shook his head as he got up from where he sat behind his desk. "It's okay, Y/N."

"Yeah. Stevie's always had a soft spot for damsels in distress." Bucky, the brunet, sent you a teasing wink making you smile.

Steve glared at him, "You and Sam go locate Mr Rumlow."

Bucky nodded, "And do what to him?"

Your brow furrowed at his words as you looked up at Steve.

He shook his head. "Keep an eye on him, and let me know where he is. I'm gonna make sure, Y/N, gets home okay." Steve gave you a reassuring smile.

You opened your mouth to protest but Bucky and Sam had already left Steve's office. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Steve cleared his throat and stood from his chair before moving towards you.

"This, Brock guy... He hit you?" Steve asked as he sat down beside you on the leather sofa.

You looked up to meet his knowing gaze and nodded, "He would usually rough me up a bit during sex he demanded we have." You whispered lowering your head. "Or, grab a hold of me, and squeezed a little too hard..." You shook your head and let out a short chuckle. "He'd never do anything anyone could see."

Steve shook his head as he let out a heavy sigh. "M'sorry, doll," He frowned at you, "You shouldn't have had to deal with the that. Not from someone who's meant to care 'bout you."

"Brock never cared about me." You admitted, more to yourself than Steve.

Steve placed his hand on your knee and gave a soft squeeze. "Sounds like you're better off without that asshole, doll." He offered you a playful smile making you smile. The sound of his cell drew his attention away from you.

You watched as Steve stood up and went back over to his desk. He picked his cell up and read something before slipping it into his pocket.

"'kay, let's go."

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The next morning whilst you were cleaning your breakfast things away there was a knock on your apartment door. You froze, straining your hearing for any sign that it might be Brock.

You never saw Brock again last night as you Steve walked through his club, his hand in yours. You'd found yourself taking hold of it when you were startled by some guy trying to grab a hold of you. It was silly but for some reason you felt safe. Steve didn't mind, he just pulled you closer to him.

Once the two of you were outside, Steve ushered you into a black car before he followed you in asking for your address. Before you knew it, you were saying goodnight to Steve outside your apartment door.

With a shaky breath you peaked through the peep hole, letting put a relieved sigh and opened the door, smiling politely at the delivery man that held a bunch of flowers. "Hello?"

"Miss Y/N?" The yound man smiled at you. You nodded with a furrowed brow. "These are for you. Have a good day."

You stared down at the flowers that you held with an opened mouth. You couldn't remember the last time you received flowers. Definitely never received any from Brock. With the door shut, you pulled out the small card that was with the flowers.

Let me take you to dinner tonight. Steve

On the back was his number. You shook your head with a smile as you placed the gorgeous flowers on to the coffee table.

You pulled out your cell and dialled the number, as you waited you thought back to last night. You thought back to what Steve had said to you before you wished him goodnight.

"If you were mine, I'd treat you like a Queen." Steve smiled at you as he leaned against the wall.

You rolled your eyes, "How many times have you said that, to a woman?" You asked as you finally unlocked your door.

Steve shook his head. "Never. But I mean it. I'd take care of you." He whispered.

"I was wondering if you'd call." Steve answered. You could hear the smirk in his tone.

"How'd you know it was me?" You asked curiously, sitting down on the sofa.

Steve let out a low chuckle, "Just did, doll. So, dinner tonight. You like Italian? Or do you prefer something else?"

"I haven't said yes, yet." You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

Steve let out a low chcukle, "Sweetheart, you wouldn't have called, if you were saying no." He spoke softly, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I like talian." You whispered. "Thank you for the flowers." You smiled and reached out to gently touch the petals.

"You're welcome, doll. My ma always told me, 'you gift a pretty dame flowers on a date, to start it with a smile'."

You felt your cheeks begin to blush at his words. "Well... I am smiling."

[i-like-sparkly-things]

Right in front of you

A Halstead!sister

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? Or being caught?"

Requested : Yes by @study-coffee-chicago : They found out she cheated on a test in high school...and Jay's the one who has to pick her up.

Warnings : angry!Jay (lots of it), alcohol, swearing, anxiety attacks

Note : I am so so so sorry this so longg 😭 I ended up so far away from the actual request kayela please don't block mee 😭 butt I've learned alot in writing abt active and passive voices and using more imagery Yayy!! I'm so glad that yall are ok with my grammar thank uu🥺

MASTERLIST HERE

The piles of homework and flashcards you needed to memorize had no end in sight, and now that Will was taking nightshifts along with his usual double shifts, and intelligence was tracking down an underground drug cartel, you spent most days alone, allowing your mind to engulf you.

Every time you sat down to study, you felt a striking pain in your chest. In mere seconds the air was sucked out of your lungs and you found yourself panting, desperate to get oxygen back into your body.

You would be surrounded by books and worksheets and you could swear the walls of your room were closing in towards you, trapping you in a sea of incomplete work.

You failed to follow the schedules and to do lists you had made for yourself. Staring at them, hoping the essays would write themselves.

All you needed, was a break. A moment to relax from anything and everything.

So when your best friend mentioned that her brother used to drink a little before he appeared for an exam, your mind was quick to catch on.

Last night you had borrowed a little bit of beer from Jay's stash of alcohol and took a few sips of it as you studied.

The more you drank, the less bitter it became. It was a weird, new sensation, but it worked nonetheless.

Except now, you were sitting in the girls bathroom at school, ramaging through your notes, trying to recollect what you had learned yesterday.

You saw what you had underlined and highlighted— names in pink and important dates in yellow—but your mind came up blank.

Flipping the pages you saw people in wigs, and castles burning to the ground —None of which you recognized.

A wave of anxiety rippled through you unable to comprehend your next thought —you were going to fail.

Your head was throbbing as you ran a hand down face, massaging your temples trying to calm yourself down.

You took out your water bottle that you had filled with beer and swallowed a few gulps, hoping that it would help you think straight.

You groaned, feeling the sting of alcohol at the back of your throat, popping some mints into your mouth, you ran towards the exam hall.

***

Your foot bounced on the polished wood floors as sweat pooled on your forehead.

You thought you were careful —only taking a peek from your friends answer sheet when Mrs.Ling's back was facing you.

Everything would have worked out if it wasn't for that kid sitting behind you. In a split second your teacher turned around, when he dropped his pen, to see you peering over your partner's desk.

Now you were sitting in the principles office praying that Jay wouldn't be the one picking you up.

You could already imagine his anger at you for pulling him away from his case, only to find you cheated.

Unfortunately luck was not on your side today.

You dare not look at Jay as he entered the office, letting out a huff as he sat down. You could feel the rage emitting him, tension filling the room, as he burned holes looking at you.

"I'll get straight to the point" Your principal started.

"Please" Jay growled, struggling to contain himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, when he got the call saying that you had cheated on your midterms.

You and Will were alike,at least he thought so, both good at science and math but weak at geography and history. Nonetheless you continued to secure good grades for the most part.

"Y/n here, was caught cheating from a classmates answer sheet. Our teacher caught her red handed. I truly did not expect this from you. These midterms cost thirty percent of your grade..... "

Pretty soon his voice was muffled like he was getting farther and farther away from you. His figure swayed in front of you as you squinted your eyes to keep him in the center of your vision.

" You are suspended, Mrs halstead"

Your eyes widened , your body choosing the perfect time to bring out what little beer you had taken when you heard those words, letting the alcohol mix with the adrenaline.

"WHAT??!! " Damn, alcohol really bought out your courage as Jay stared at you in shock at your audacity.

"Y/n, your lucky I'm letting you retake the exam. That's only because you've had a clean record so far. I strongly suggest you start preparing early Ms. halstead" your principal said in a firm but monotone voice that left you speechless.

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

Oh god. Every now and then, the ground would sway beneath you, tiles shifting in your vision. But you counted your steps, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting Jay to find out what else you had done........ until now.

You tilted your head, only to be met with your brother's piercing stare but little did he know, now it made it infinitely harder to concentrate on your walking.

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? *Or being caught?*"

***

You rested your head on the seat as Jay entered the truck, flinching, when he slammed the door shut. Your pounding headache was getting worse by the minute, as your ears started to ring.

You blinked a few times squinting to focus on the road ahead of you but the fast-moving cars and the loud horns made you feel like your head was going to explode.

"Y/n," he addressed you, much calmer now.

You forced yourself to turn to your brother, who wore a confused expression.

But the moment he saw your deshelfed hair and your cracked lips, a wave of worry crashed over him. What the hell?

The truck came to a stop at a red light and Jay immediately scanned you over "Y/n?" he grabbed your chin, his jaw dropping, as he came face to face with reality.

"Are you drunk!!?" he barked , steam basically pouring out of his ears.

But your pleading eyes and empty silence gave him the answer he needed. "Are you kidding me??" he snarled as he slammed the steering wheel.

Oh God no. A blinding pain ripped through your head when Jay's palms made contact with the hard plastic. You winched turning your head away from your furious brother, letting out a whimper.

Jay's eyes widened at the sound, his heart breaking, realizing the pain you were in.

If he was going to be mad at you or at least punish you, you needed to be sober.

He stepped on the pedal as the light turned green taking a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.

With the vice lords reclaiming their territory and selling uncut fentanyl, bodies were dropping all over the city most of them being kids.

Kids..... your age.

Every kid at the morgue, just reminded him of you. He saw parents sobbing, begging for their kids to come back but Jay new better. They were never going to come home. Ever.

So he made it a priority to catch these ruthless creatures. He made it a priority over his sleep, over nine hours shifts and unknown to him, over spending time with you.

"Hey , hey" he whispered, not wanting to hurt you again, "We'll talk about this later ok? for now...... just..... it's ok..... I've got you" here reached out his hand, the other still on the steering wheel, to slowly rub your back as you tried to breath through the pain.

" I got you"

***

Jay wrapped a hand around you allowing you to hold onto him for support.

Silently, he deposited you on the couch, laying you down. He knew that he wasn't in any state to talk to you. He needed to clear his mind from his racing thoughts and rueful images of dying teenagers.

His phone rang, indicating that the district was awaiting him. "Here" he reluctantly shook your shoulders "Y/n, I need to go ok? Will will be here soon"

***

Almost half an hour had passed and you were waiting for Will to get out of the shower. You'd heard Jay explain everything to him over the phone.

You thought about how disappointed he would be.

Will —being the nerd he was— always helped you with your projects and gave you pop quizzes during breakfast, before your exams. He taught you how to organize flashcards just like he did in med school.

Even through your blurry thoughts, the image of Will's betrayed face and embarrassed eyes, knowing you cheated, lingered on your mind.

Your body was all over the place. Tiny noises echoing through your ear. Your muscles simultaneously aching and loose.

You were shivering as you tried to curl up into a ball. Your body trying to hold what little heat it had within itself.

But nothing stopped your tears.

You felt water drops make their way down your cheeks forming small splotches of water on the cushion you laid your head on.

And you didn't bother to wipe them away.

Will more or less was in the same state you were in. There was a multi-vehicle accident on the highway and victims were piling in the ED. He was running from one treatment room to the other, waiting to get back home and crash.

Will walked over to you with a huge glass of water and an advil, gently  nudging you to sit up.

Your head still pounded, your eyes zoning in and out of the figure in front of you "Y/n, here drink the whole glass and take this" Will soothed, placing the glass and the pill in your hand "I—I'm sorry" You whispered, distracting yourself from Will's eyes.

Will knew he should be angry. Just like Jay was but he couldn't bring himself to blaming you, not until he had the full story anyway.

You looked so petite on the enormous couch, your legs folded on top of each other, arms shaking as you drowned the glass of water along with the Advil.

Your red puffy eyes and tear strained cheeks,were a contrast from your usual self. or he thinks. He's been pretty busy lately, so he's not too sure. " We'll talk about it later. I'm not angry. I promise"

He assured and was about to head to bed himself when you grabbed his wrist.

If he wasn't angry at you then maybe— just maybe—he would help you.

"Stay" You pleaded , the word falling from your lips just as easily as it had, many, many times before.

And just like before, you were met with Will's soft brown eyes filled with sympathy, ready to help. Ready—to be by your side.

He's slowly nodded climbing onto the couch, next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you nestled into him, laying your head on his chest.

You found some comfort as he embraced you, talking you under his arm and encompassing you in his warmth.

Holding on to him, you hoped that he would take your pain away, just like he did when you were little.

***

Will woke up to an uncomfortable feeling of something —or someone—   tugging at his shirt.

He slowly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light as he felt another a tug at his side. He looked over to you, but your eyes were shut, brimming with tears, your arm laid across his chest.

You were holding on to Will , using him as a lifeline, grounding you from the pain.

You felt a hand squeezing your own, stopping you from gripping the fabric "Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look up at will who had tears of his own, staring at the state you were in "it's okay, I'm here, I'm right here"

He encircles you, tighter than before, whispering soothing assurances into your hair.

***

With Will's help, the pain slowly subsides, allowing you access to your thoughts again.

You step out of the shower, into the living room and your eyes widen seeing Jay and Will sitting at the kitchen counter.

You didn't even hear Jay come in, but right now taking in his hardened glare, you didn't dare ask.

You knew what was coming and you didn't fight. You couldn't.

"So apparently we're cheating on our midterms now, huh?" Jay's calm voice made shivers run down your spine, starting to take rapid breaths.

"And apparently, someone thinks it's ok to steal alcohol from my stash" He gritted, never breaking I contact with you. "Do you think that's how the world works Y/n? DO YOU? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING TEENAGER!!" He spat, his thoughts fuming towards your trembling body.

It was every dieing body flashing before his eyes, as the past months' agony slipped off his tongue.

"Jay" Will's voice was stern, giving a knowing look towards his younger brother and didn't bother to give Jay time to argue with him.

"Y/n, we need to know what's going on"

"With school, with tests with....... everything" he stated giving you a solemn look meaning every word he said, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to figure out what had been going on.

You sucked in a breath weighing all your options. You didn't want them to think that you needed a babysitter or  that you couldn't take care of yourself.

You knew that they had their own problems to worry about but you couldn't take it anymore.

You hated it.

The feeling of your lungs collapsing, struggling to find air for your body, your stress skyrocketing anytime you sat down to study, never getting any thing done.

All day long you would constantly tell yourself to do your work. Every spare second is spent in making a list of things you want to do but when it was time to actually do those things, your mind wandered and emptied.

You took another deep breath, looking up from your feet, your eyes meeting your brothers.

You spilled the past months events from how alone you were all the time and not being able to concentrate to how you ended up drunk at school and cheating on your midterms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you your hands trembled. You stood crying in the middle of the room until you felt a pair of arms around you.

Will placed his hand at the nape of your neck as he stroked your back with the other "Breathe Y/n, just Breathe" He slowly pulled away leading you to the couch.

God, how he wished he could turn back time. Then he'd been more vigilant to notice the changes that had come over you.

You felt the couch dip on both sides but you intently studied your fingers, fumbling with the hem of your shirt and wiped the tears off your face. They were mad. No, they were furious. You knew it.

But for some reason, they weren't showing it. Maybe they were waiting-

"We're not mad"

You without your head around to look at Jay, furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief. Jay? Not mad? HA.

"but I am disappointed though, but that's only because you didn't tell us......

but stealing alcohol was bad too" he added, earning him a glare from Will.

"Y/n, what Jay means is— we could've helped with school . Homework . Tests . Anything, you name it. We will help" he assured, "But how do we know you need help, if you don't tell us?"

You sighed, taking in the weird turn of events that had happened before you. You had wasted all this time, trying to figure out all your problems out, when the answer was right in front of you.

A mountain of guilt now sat on Jay's shoulders, weighing down on him, pushing him deeper into a wormhole of 'if's'.

Maybe if he'd just been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if he'd stop and listen to you once in a while, this wouldn't have happened.

While trying to save kids out on the street, he forgot to care for the kid at home. You were his sister, and yet, here you are in front of him, barely keeping yourself together.

But that would change. Right here. *Right now.*

"Y/n," Jay started "If you would have told us how alone and stressed you were feeling.....I would've taken some time off... Maybe we'd watch a movie or something. All you had to do was ask...... And we'll get you the help you need, y/n. You good with that?" he questioned, his anger and frustration dissipating.

You saw your brother, the workaholic detective, wanting to put his job aside, for you .

You were more important to him, than his job—You realized.

" Yea... Yeah, I am"

Will stood up and got another advil with another glass of water. "and maybe you wouldn't end up drunk and cheating on your test" he smirked, crouching in front of you.

"God, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. I am never drinking again!" you smiled , as you drowned the pill.

"See now that's what I like to hear!!" Jay exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, laughing, when you were joined by Will.

You know what? Maybe, things are going to be okay? Ya know?

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Like the Others 1/2 (Steve Rogers)

Summary: Steve leaves Y/N for Peggy and she looks to be unbothered, but you're really falling apart. Nat makes a call to an old friend to try to make things better.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Black! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Black! reader, Oliver Queen x Black! reader

Notes: GIF not mine, mention of John Diggle and Felicity Smoak

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"Y/N, please say something." Steve persists, his hand finding yours but you pull away from him. "What else do you want me to say? You found the love of your life right? So go to her." You say with a flat voice that could easily be mistaken for uninterest. But it's just a defense mechanism.

"I don't want this to ruin our work relationship." He states. "It won't. I'll still respect you as my leader and my colleague." "But we won't be friends." "Friendships still require trust, Steve."

"You don't trust me now?" "I trust you with my life, not my heart." He sighs deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry that I messed everything up, Y/N." "Yeah, well that's just how life is, isn't it?" And the rest of the drive to your house was silent.

"Hey is everything okay?" Nat says as she places a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Y/N, are you coming to the party tonight?" Tony calls from next to Steve and Thor.

"What for?" "Well I don't know, to have fun?" "That wasn't in the contract when I signed." You taunt. "Nat, could you please talk to your hermit?" Tony states and you send him a glare.

"Come on, Y/N. What else do you have on a Friday night?" She asks. "A date," you start, knowing that Steve was now fully invested in your conversation.

"With Netflix and popcorn," you finish and Natasha nudges your playfully. "It'll be worth your while, I promise." "And why is that?" "You'll see if you come,"

"How dare you intrigue me like that?" "So you'll come, dummy." She says, wrapping an arm around you before pulling you into a choke hold. "Hey, let me go." You start.

**

Staring in the mirror, you wear a black two piece. The bottom had a loose, bohemian look whereas the top was basically an infinity looking top that covered your breasts.

Yoy hair out and damp with product. You decided to do a smokey eye look. Topping it all off with black, sparkly heels, you take your phone and shove it in your pocket.

You grab your keys and drive to the compound. When you get there, Tony's chauffeur service offers to park your car. You stepped out and walk to the two sets of elevators inside of the Stark tower. You heard many whispers and none of it bothered you even if they did say your hero name.

You all pile into the elevator and they stare awkwardly at you. This is one of the few appearances you made. You weren't much of a people person. The only one you tolerated was Natasha and vice versa.

"So how's Y/N?" Sam asks, unaware that they've broken up and that Steve is with Peggy now. "She's.. pissed at me. And she doesn't trust me anymore." "What? What happened?" "I'm with Peggy now."

"Are you happy with her?" Sam asks. "I don't know," Steve says with a sigh. He takes a swig of his beer and shakes his head at the thought of that situation.

"Is she coming to the party?" Sam asks and the elevator dings open. "No, she's stayed home. She didn't feel well." Steve explains.

You step out and they both look at you. Your eyes scan the room until you find Natasha behind the bar talking to Banner. Knowing she has a thing for Banner, you walk to the cooler instead because you're anything but a cock blocker.

Your eyes light up when you see wine coolers mixed in with the beer. "Hell yeah," you pop one open and drink it. "She's drinking that wine cooler like water," Sam says.

"You plan on talking to her tonight?" He adds. "I don't know if she'll even talk to me. Now that we were aren't on a mission." Steve explains.

"She told you that she won't talk to you if you're not on a mission?" "Basically, yeah." "Wow, I really thought you two had somethin' though. There was chemistry." Sam states.

"You think so?" Sam nods before taking a swig of his beer and watches as you dig back into the cooler for another wine cooler.

"I need something stronger," you say, advancing towards the bar. "Hey, Nat, I'll have a bourbon on the rocks, make it a double." You say to her. "How ya doin' Bruce?" You add. "Pretty good all things considered." Bruce says to before nodding to Nat and leaving.

"Cute," you say to her and she rolls her eyes. "Bourbon on the rocks, rough night?" "We need to talk." "Uh oh, that's never a good thing." She says, setting down your drink in front of you. "Steve left me," you start, staring down at your drink. "What? I thought that you two just had a fight."

"There wasn't much of a fight at all. I just accepted it." "Did he explain why?" "Peggy." Nat watches as your shoulders sag with defeat. She walks out from behind the bar and rubs your back comfortingly. "I've been thinking about fighting again."

"No, absolutely not. You almost died last time." "Yeah, but at least I felt something. I don't feel anything at all anymore. He was the last straw." You explain, tossing back the bourbon and drinking it with a few gulps.

"Then I'm really glad that I did this." Nat says. You finally look up at her and she was starting to see the old you. The you that doesn't care about others and their feelings. You just do your job and leave.

"Did what?" She turns your head so you are facing the group of old friends, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak and John Diggle.

"Oh my God," you jump up from your seat and Oliver opens his arms. Running over to him, you land in his arms and he picks you up without a second thought. Steve and Sam watch the whole thing. "Do you know who he is?" Sam asks. "No idea," Steve says, his jaw clenching.

Neither of you let go and Felicity says, "We should give them some privacy." The two of them go over to Natasha to say hello. Tony notices the two new faces and walks over there to introduce himself, the rest of the Avengers follow suit and you were still hugging Oliver.

"God, how have you been?" You ask, finally pulling away from him and trailing your hands down his chest. "Just got through a rough patch, but we'll talk about that later." He takes a few moments to examine your face and you cup his cheeks.

Oliver and you met while you were in underground fighting in Russia. You met Natasha there too. He was still recovering over what happened on the island and you were just as broken as he was. You two continued to cross paths and you both helped each other discover what love is and means.

He convinced you to go to Star City with him and his family. You found a boxing gym there where you boxed nearly every night until you got hurt pretty bad. You had a skull fracture and fell into a coma for a month. But before that you and Oliver rarely saw each other anymore.

Between him being Green Arrow and you being a boxer, the only time you saw each other were in the crack of dawn, when he came back from work and you got ready to train.

Natasha went to visit you while you were in your coma and happened to be there when you woke up. She knew that you were going to go back to fighting once you recover so she made you an offer this couldn't refuse, to be an Avenger.

"You look beautiful," Oliver says. "Thank you.. I missed you so much." "I missed you too," he says, pulling your hands from his hands and taking him I to his.

"Is that your boyfriend?" He asks. You follow his gaze to Steve and his buddy, Sam. Sam looks away sharply but Steve continued to look at you.

"He used to be," "Well it looks like he still has feelings for you." "I.. don't want to talk about it." "Y/N are you going to introduce us to your friend or are you going to hog him the entire time?" Tony states and you send him another glare.

Oliver smiles at your reaction and wraps an arm around your waist. "Let's mingle, honey." "I don't like people," you grumble as you two walk towards the group. Noticing a slide show playing on the back wall, people started to gather there to look at the slideshow.

"Oh crap," Tony says, catching Rhodey's attention. "What's wrong?" "I forgot to take out the photos of Steve and Y/N." "Oh crap." Rhodey says, looking at the slideshow. "Y/N, look," Oliver says, motioning to the slideshow where there was a play by play of you and Steve kissing and pulling away to smile at each other.

What made it worse was you two looked happy. Your smile was geniune when you looked up at him as he caressed your cheeks after he kisses like he normally does. Looking around, you found everyone stating at your, including Steve staring at you. "We should go," you suggest to Oliver.

"What the hell, Tony?" Nat scolds. "I'm sorry, I forgot to take them out." Tony defends. "Okay, we can go." Oliver says and you both advance towards the elevator. "You have to talk to her," Sam says.

"What if she didn't want to talk to me? What about Peggy?" Steve asks. "I don't know man, that picture says something else entirely." Sam says and Steve watches the slideshow until the pictures came back on.

He's never been that happy before. When Sam asked him what makes him happy, the first thing that came to mind was you. Steve soon realizes that it wasn't Peggy that he thought he loved. It was the idea of her.

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It's not easy having yourself a good time

we're on a double-date with other people... why are we kissing? you're not my date

Credit for prompt to

Hypnos x reader (modern!College!au)

Word count: 2.7

Warning: some dating violence on OC's side. Wrist grabbing, slurs and controlling behavior.

Summary: this was the worst date of your life. Thankfully it's also Hypnos' worst date ever.

A/N: here have this fic. I had yandere! Hypnos I was working on but it's giving me issues (it was supposed be under 1k but it keeps growing).

Also, I am open to requests but will rejected any I don't feel comfortable doing.

No beta.

Thank and I hope you enjoy.

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You regret everything.

You stared at the plate of food you didn't order, some sad little salad that somehow smelled greasy.

Why did you let yourself get talked into a group date? You know why, you thought your friend was going to try to set up with your lab partner, Hypnos.

You looked at the bubbles in your sparkling water, another thing you didn't order and wondered if the person you were with would ever stop talking.

You glanced up at the group at the table. Across from you with his own date next to him, was Hypnos who was frowning at your date.

At least you had one sane classmate with you. Hypnos had been your lab partner since the first day in senior year and honestly you had thought at first your friend was setting you up with Hypnos. If you had known it was with someone else, you would have bail.

Charlie was a nice person you told yourself and your friends thought they would be great for you. Charlie was just… maybe they didn't know you don't order people's food for them.

"Look what I'm saying, Hypnos, is that maybe that YouTuber guy shouldn't be called out as much. Not his fault people can't take jokes anymore." Your date, Charlie, said loudly across the table to Hypnos who just raised a brow.

You rolled your eyes, You weren't going to let your friends pick a date for you ever again.

"Alright buddy. Whatever you say." Hypnos shrugged.

Hypnos' date and fellow classmate leaned across Hypnos, her breasts pressed against his arm. You looked away, poking at your food. You certainly were not jealous, you told yourself.

"Come on, guys. Let's talk about something else." she whined. The other two couples that came along echoed their agreement.

Hypnos grimaced and sat up taller, making the girl sit up as well. You felt kinda bad for both you and Hypnos. Clearly neither one of you guys were getting on with your dates.

You looked toward your friend, hoping she would notice how poorly everything was going. You rolled your eyes when she was clearly lost in her own world, feeding her partner french fries.

Too bad your date wasn't with Hypnos. You thought he was actually cute back when You first saw him, if not a little odd looking with white curls and heavy lidded eyes. Now, you couldn't imagine a more handsome person.

You found your eyes kept going back to him throughout dinner. Especially when he pushed his hoodie sleeves up, showing off his forearms.

The table moved on to some marvel movie or something but you were drifting in and out. You kept checking your watch in hopes that you could end the night soon without being rude.

You could feel someone was watching you and you looked up to Hypnos' golden eyes looking at you. He glanced at the group, back at you and rolled his eyes. You smiled in agreement but quickly covered it up with your hand.

Hypnos pointed toward your plate with the uneaten food, eyebrows rised in a questioning way.

You tilted your head toward your date who was loudly having another argument over some tv show with one of the guys there.

Hypnos looked at your date for a second before he sneaked you his untouched plate of pancakes.

You mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded, pointing at a plate of mostly eaten omelet.

You mouthed a quick thank you and dug in. You were half though the plate of pancakes when your date noticed.

"Wait, where did you get the pancakes?" Charlie asked, "You know how fattening all that carbs and sugar are? I like my dates to be healthy."

"What?" You asked flatly. Did you really hear what you just did? Hypnos and his date were both staring at Charlie. Hypnos looked furious and You saw the girl send you a pitying look.

"Oh. come on, you know I don't mean it like that."

You suddenly lost any appetite you had and pushed the plate of food away. You looked toward your friend who remained blissfully unaware of your pain.

Your date swung an arm on your shoulders, you sighed annoyed at the causal possiveness. You only knew them for like two hours but they were already acting like you were going steady.

"Ready to hit the club, Y/N?" Your date asked.

You almost groaned, you had forgotten about the stupid club.

"Uh, sure. Yeah." You tried to wiggle your date's arm off but no dice. You thought you saw Hypnos send a disapproving look at your date but you weren't sure. No point getting your hopes up.

As you exited the diner, Hypnos tripped; knocking into your date and their arms off your shoulders.

Grateful for the excuse, you took a few steps out of their reach.

"Oops, my bad." Hypnos smiled widely, and gave a shoulder pat to your date who glared at him. "Just watch it alright?" Your date snapped as they made it to the carpool.

In the car, you peeked at Hypnos who just winked at you. You didn't hide your smile this time.

The club did nothing to improve your date or your mood. The loud bassy music was almost too loud to hear anyone and your date kept trying to get you to stay on the dance floor.

You were able to duck out of their hold and pointed to the table. They tried to tell you something but You didn't stick around.

You almost fell into the booth, your feet were throbbing and you just wanted to go home. You could just see your homework growing by the hour.

"Need water?" Hypnos asked. You looked up, "Oh I didn't know you were at the table. Yes please."

He handed you an icy cold bottle and you moaned at how good it tasted. He laughed and you blushed, feeling foolish.

"Sorry, thank you." You took a slip, without moaning this time thankfully.

Hypnos went back to his phone, fingers moving quickly. "No problem."

"Where is… um what was her name?" You asked, trying not to look at Hypnos too much. How dare he look this good in the club' dim lighting.

"Oh I forgot her name. But she is doing fine. Told me she was going home with her ex." He pointed to the dance floor where the girl was dancing against another guy, their mouths glued together.

You looked back at him, but he already was back to texting on his phone. He didn't seem upset at all.

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You said awkwardly, not sure of what to make of this whole night.

"Don't be. I'm not." He shrugged. You couldn't help but notice how nicely the red hoodie fit him.

"I will admit though I don't think I will be trusting our friend's matchmaking skills after tonight." Hypnos looked at you, his amused smile made you smile in return.

"You and I both." You murmured your agreement.

You finished off your drink, eyeing him.

After a few more minutes, your willpower broke.

"Okay I gotta know. It has been months since I met you and it is bugging the crap out of me." You leaned forward to him.

He looked up from his phone, a white eyebrow raised.

"Is Hypnos your real name?" You asked him, not quite able to look away from him. You were being a silly school girl and you knew it.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is." He moved closer, his eyes bright. "Wanna know why?"

At your nod, he spoke. "When my mom was pregnant with me and my brother. She got kinda crunchy, got into healing crystals and tarot cards, stuff like that."

Hypnos waved a hand. "So when she couldn't pick names for us, she went to a psychic, who told her that she was a reincarnation of the goddess Nyx. And apparently she was pregnant again with the reincarnated gods of sleep and death."

You couldn't help the small laugh and Hypnos chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.

"Mom believed the guy." He pointed to himself, " So ta-da I got named Hypnos. And my brother is Thanatos."

"Your mom sounds like a fun lady." You played with your hair, enjoying the warmth in your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel such things.

"Oh definitely. I never know what I'm going to get when I see her." Hypnos said fondly.

When You shifted your seat, your leg brushed against his. You almost pulled away but Hypnos pressed his leg against yours. You could feel the heat of his body and it just made you want more.

His golden eyes searched yours, silently asking if he could do this. You returned the gentle pressure and flushed at his soft smile.

"How does your brother handle the whole Thanos name thing?" You asked, desperately trying to calm your racing heart.

A devious glint lit Hypnos' eyes, "Oh he hates it so much. He already hated the whole super hero thing. Last year for his birthday, I got him a cardboard cutout of the big guy. I thought he was going to shove it down my throat. I got his boyfriend Zagreus and their girlfriend Meg in on it this year, we going to -"

"Hey Y/N. Are you coming back to the floor?" Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Hypnos, I think your actual date is looking for you."

You pulled away, you had forgotten about Charlie and you couldn't help but feel some guilt, even if you didn't like them that much or at all.

Hypnos stayed in place, amusement on his face. You saw Charlie's fists clenched and knew they were about to start a fight and stood up.

You were definitely going to block Charlie's number after tonight was over.

"Come on, let's get some drinks for everyone. They should be coming back soon." You motioned for Charlie to follow you. They glared at Hypnos before following you.

You couldn't resist a quick glance back to Hypnos, who raised his beer at you in a 'cheers' motion.

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Charlie was sullen and quiet as you ordered more drinks for the group. You couldn't blame them really, anyone would be put out when their dates are clearly having a better time with someone else.

Well, not Hypnos but Hypnos wasn't exactly normal, you thought fondly.

You tapped the bar, guilt gnawed at your guts as your thoughts went back to Hypnos.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Charlie slurred, his tone icy.

You took a breath, just a few more hours you reminded yourself. "Nothing much. Just about his brothers and stuff."

Charlie crowded into your space. You can smell the booze and sweat on them.

"You guys seemed like you were sitting pretty close considering you were talking about 'brothers'." They did a finger quote.

You rolled your eyes, unable to stand being near them any longer. You stepped away to head back to let your friends you were bailing for the night.

"Tell me what he said to you." Charlie demanded as they grabbed your wrist harshly.

"Ow, let go of me! You are hurting me, Charlie." You hissed, trying not to draw any attention.

"Tell me." They hisses back.

"I did. Buy your own drink, I'm going home." You tried to yank your hand away but they didn't let go.

"Look I've been nothing but nice to you and you're cuddling up to another guy on our date like some slut." They changed their tone, trying to sound more upset than controlling but it just made your stomach twisted in disgust.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but after a moment you shut it, "You're right. Clearly this isn't going to work out so let me go."

"No, you own me something, Y/N." Charlie leaned toward you. "And I'm not leaving empty handed."

"Fuck off." You snapped, fear rising in your chest.

"Hey, man." Hypnos grabbed Charlie's wrist and squeezed tightly enough that they were forced to let go of your wrist. His normal light-hearted tone was hard. "I think Y/N had enough of your company tonight."

You took some steps back, shaking a little. Without looking at you, Hypnos asked. "Y/N, do you need to go get anything?"

"N-no. I have everything. I want to leave." You hated how weak you sounded and you wished that you never came out at all.

Hypnos held on to Charlie's wrist and yanked them toward him. You heard Hypnos murmur something to them.

Fear flashed over Charlie's face and they stumbled backward. "Fine. Whatever asshole."

Hypnos turned to you, his eyes darkened by his anger. "Come on, I can get you a ride home."

You just nodded, feeling very exhausted and close to tears.

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The cold wind felt like heaven after the heat of the overflowing club. At least for the first two minutes.

You just walked, not quite sure where to go. Hypnos walked next to you, easily keeping up with your pace.

Neither one of you said anything as you tried to process the horrible night.

After walking for ten more minutes, Hypnos spoke up. "There is a park nearby, we should be able to find a park bench."

You just nodded, Hypnos offered an arm and after a moment you took it. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, soaking in his body heat.

The park was empty, lit by warm path lights.

"Thank you." You said. "You didn't have to do anything for me."

"It's all good. How about the wrist?" Hypnos asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt. Thank you since you stepped in." You patted his forearm.

Hypnos sighed, "No. Not thanks to me actually. Its kinda my fault, I've been pushing their buttons for most of the night."

You looked up at Hypnos, your brow furrowed. "What? No, they have been pretty rude since the start of the date. I mean, you heard the salad thing. They ordered it for me!"

Hypnos shook his head. His breath coming out in white puffs. "Yeah and because I was jealous, I made a bad date into a nightmare. I knew I was making them feel all threatened, it wasn't hard honestly. I didn't think they would grab you like that. I just thought they would be a bad date you could laugh about later."

It took you a moment to process his words. You stopped on the park path, staring off at the lake.

"You were jealous?" You asked, not quite believing what you were hearing.

"Very." Hypnos chuckled bitterly.

"Hypnos, you are an idiot." You said blankly.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pulled him down by his collar to kiss him.

At first, Hypnos doesn't return your kiss and you pull away, an apology already on your lips.

But he cupped your face and met you again in a sweet, slow kiss. He kept pulling away to press chaste kisses against your lips and cheeks.

"Damnit, I was planning on asking out you after our last class assignment. I had a plan for everything. I was going to take you to your favorite coffee shop and buy you that dumb drink you like. Take you the park by our dorms and ask you by the duck pond." Hypnos said between kisses and pressing one last long kiss against your lips.

You hummed, unable to think straight. "Our friend ruined that, huh." You laughed when you could feel him growled against your lips. "You have no idea, I had a speech and everything."

After another long and soft kiss, both of you pulled away only to met again in a forehead press. Your white puffs of breath mingled together and your heart felt so full.

"You could still do the coffee and the speech. And the ducks." You whispered.

"Yeah?" Hypnos asked softly, his thumb caressed your cheek.

"I have to do a lab with a very cute classmate tomorrow but I'm free after that." You flushed, pleased at the fond smile Hypnos had.

"That's funny, so am I." Hypnos replied.

Unable to hold off any longer, you pulled him into another kiss, one of the many yet to come.