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runnning-outof-time · 7 months ago

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Hasn’t Burned Down Yet | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @asherlockfandom

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) proves that she's still not one to be messed with when it comes to her business. Tommy's happy he's not the one in the line of fire this time.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of smoking

Word Count: 3475

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to share this one with y’all…I’ve been going through it lately hah. I had a bunch of fun writing it though. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this can be read as a standalone, but to really know the Tommy and (Y/N) in this story, I suggest you check out the first part: The House’ll Burn Down…you can find it HERE.

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"Someone's waiting up front for you, (Y/N)," Anna, one of (Y/N)'s employees, announced as she came into the back of the shop.

"Tell them I'll be out in five," (Y/N) responded, her eyes not leaving the latest sketch she was working on.

"He's not the sort that you keep waiting," Anna stated, her words making (Y/N) look up. The latter expected to see a look of worry on the former's face. Instead a slight smile was present.

"Ok...?" (Y/N) trailed off sounding slightly confused as she stood from her desk and walked to the front of the shop. Her brow stayed furrowed until she made it to the front counter and saw who was waiting for her.

"You forgot about my appointment, didn't you?" the man waiting out front asked, his one eyebrow quirked as a smirk played on his lips.

"Just come back, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) dismissed his teasing question, trying her best to hide her smile as she motioned to him, making Tommy walk around the counter to join her.

"I've got the front," Anna announced, smiling at her boss.

"Thank you, Anna," (Y/N) nodded, sending the younger woman a smile before she began to walk back to the workroom.

"Why do you insist on keeping appointments here?" (Y/N) questioned as she led him to one of the fitting rooms. "This could be done on our own time, you know."

"I thought it was you who insisted on keeping a separation between business and pleasure, hmm?" Tommy commented with a grin, following her into the fitting room before he took hold of her arm and spun her to face him. He pressed his lips to hers and slipped his arms around her waist before she could say a word.

"Separation between business and pleasure, hmm?" she quipped once they'd pulled away, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Was you who wanted it, not me," he reminded her, sending a wink her way. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the gesture, but she couldn't stop her smile from growing. "Wanted to do that from the second I saw you out there," he admitted then.

"Well I'm happy you were able to control yourself, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) commented, patting his chest.

"I try my best, Mrs. Shelby," he responded, making her let out a breath of a laugh before she leaned in and kissed him again. "Your composure's easy to crack," he commented with a grin once they pulled away.

"Let's just get this finished with...before I become upset with you," (Y/N) said with a smile, pushing on his chest to break their embrace so that she could grab the things she needed to begin taking measurements.

Truthfully she knew the measurements of her husband by now, but Tommy still insisted on these fittings. He wanted to make sure that things were perfect. It wasn't that he doubted his wife's work, if anything it was because this gave him another chance to spend some time with her. Time was something that neither had much of due to their busy schedules.

Surely you’ve noticed by now that things have - obviously - changed between (Y/N) and Tommy. It most certainly didn't happen overnight though. After (Y/N) put Tommy in his place, she fully expected him to take his business elsewhere. But he stuck around, and when he realized that she wasn't going to change how she dealt with him, he decided to change his approach. One thing led to another and eventually, as of two months ago, (Y/N) found herself with a new surname. She honestly couldn't think of a time where she's been as happy as she is now.

Along with getting married, (Y/N)'s business has also taken off. She's now one of the most respected tailors in not only Small Heath, but the entirety of Birmingham. She worked hard to gain her reputation, and all of the countless hours that she spent mastering her craft have certainly paid off.

"What will you be wearing to the event?" Tommy decided to make conversation whilst (Y/N) was still taking measurements.

"Since when is that something you care about?" she playfully quipped in response as she moved over to her clipboard and wrote a few notes before returning to him.

"I want to make sure you match me," he gave his reason.

"Oh I'll make sure you do, darling," she smiled at him, her eyes finding his for just a moment before she motioned for him to hold his arms out so that she could take the measurements for his suit's jacket.

She bit on her bottom lip to try and conceal the smile as she brought her tape measure up and held it against the underneath of his arm. She did this to both sides before moving it down to hold it against his torso. She really had to bite on her bottom lip as she slowly moved her hand down along his ribs. Just like she expected him to, Tommy flinched the second her fingers touched the space below his ribs.

"Stop moving," she teasingly chastised him, continuing on with making her measurements.

Tommy just grunted in response, watching her closely as she finished with his left side and moved onto his right. Here she slowed her actions down substantially. He couldn't help but flinch again when her fingers brushed over that same spot.

"I said stop moving, Thomas," she rebuked him again, lifting her gaze up to match his, showing him the smile that was present on her features.

"You know what you're doing," he commented, his eyes narrowing as they stayed locked onto hers.

"I do," she chirped, tilting her chin upwards, "very well."

"Then you should know..." he trailed off, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes, "that I know those exact same spots on you," he paused, his eyes dropping to sneak a glance at her frame, "very well," he finished his statement by reaching out and pressing his fingers into the skin of her sides, where she was extremely ticklish.

These actions made (Y/N) shriek and quickly drop her hands so that she could try to get him to stop what he was doing. It wasn't an easy feat. "Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally managing to get ahold of his hands and pull them from her sides after a few moments had passed. "We're supposed to be professional here," she hissed at him then, trying her best to hide the smile that just wouldn't stay away. She stopped trying when she noticed that he was already smiling.

"Fair enough," he nodded, showing that he was conceding to her. "Finish your measurements."

(Y/N) let go of his hands with a huff and bent down to grab the tape measure that had been discarded when this all started. They then sent each other a look: (Y/N) to check if he was really finished with his previous tirade, and Tommy to tell her 'no more funny business'.

The stare down lasted a few moments, but nothing else happened once (Y/N) resumed taking her measurements. The only time the envelope was pushed was when Tommy spun (Y/N) around and managed to sneak a kiss just before she crossed the threshold into the front of the shop.

(Y/N) made sure that Tommy's suit complimented her dress for the gala they were attending that evening. She had picked out a royal blue evening gown, and made sure that Tommy's suit was a charcoal color and had a blue tie to bring it together. She also wanted to include a blue pocketsquare but Tommy fought it, saying that the tie was enough. (Y/N) finally conceded when Frances came and announced that their car had arrived, instead telling Tommy that he'd need to make this up to her in some way.

Now the event was in full swing. (Y/N) stayed by Tommy's side, joining him in the conversations that he was having. She was able to add meaningful viewpoints, and Tommy appreciated that. Her presence was way more than just a prize on his arm.

"Mr. Shelby, I must bring attention to the fine suit you've got on," Elliot Thorsby, a man who was a prominent figure in automobile sales, began as he approached the couple. (Y/N)'s smile grew as she heard what he said. The suit she made had been getting compliments like this one all evening. "Might I ask where you had it made?"

"Me wife’s the one who made it," Tommy was happy to share, nodding his head to the woman standing on his right. "She makes all of my suits."

"Ahh," Elliot responded, looking surprised as he nodded slowly. "Is she open to taking on new clients?" he asked then, still speaking to Tommy.

"Now that's something that I wouldn't know personally," Tommy began, glancing over at his wife before he continued, "why don't you ask her yourself?"

Elliot held Tommy's gaze for a few beats before it seemed like he snapped out of whatever bubble he was in. That was when he finally turned his attention to (Y/N). "Are you taking new clients, Mrs. Shelby?" he asked, his bushy eyebrows raised in wait.

(Y/N) took a moment to respond to the question. She figured that he deserved to wait a few moments longer. After all it was him who decided to ask it indirectly in the first place. And she honestly quite enjoyed watching him squirm in his spot; obviously not used to being on the receiving side of this sort of situation.

"Well I've already got quite the schedule lined up, but for you, Mr. Thorsby, I'd be willing to make an exception," she finally informed him of her decision, a professional smile gracing her features.

"You would?" he sounded elated, almost like a kid on Christmas.

"I would," she affirmed with a nod.

"Wonderful," Elliot grinned. He paused as a man came to his side and whispered something in his ear. "You'll need to excuse me now, a business matter has come up. We'll reconnect at the end of the evening and schedule a time," he told the Shelby couple once the other man had left.

"That sounds fine," (Y/N) nodded at him, then accepting the handshake that Elliot extended to both her and Tommy. He was the first to leave the conversation, leaving the husband and wife to turn to each other.

"Got you another client," Tommy commented on the previous coversation as he fished the tin of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"We'll see how it goes," (Y/N) answered in a nonchalant manner, smiling at her husband as she shrugged her shoulders.

The earliest Elliot Thorsby was able to come to (Y/N)'s shop in Small Heath was two weeks after their initial conversation date.

She greeted him with a smile before telling Anna that she'd be taking this client and that the younger woman should man the desk while she was gone. Once everything was squared away in that regard, (Y/N) waved on Elliot for him to come back with her.

Things went well with the fitting. (Y/N) was able to get a good read on what Elliot wanted and had some great ideas for a design before she was even finished with the measurements. Now she couldn't wait to get some time alone to get started on her beginning sketches. But first she had to see Mr. Thorsby out.

The two returned to the front of the store. (Y/N) told Anna that she was able to return to her previous project, leaving her and Mr. Thorsby alone at the counter. She quickly got to work on calculating the price of the fitting visit and also what the suit would cost. She then shared that final price with him without second thought.

A few moments passed and Elliot still hadn't offered up the money yet. This made (Y/N) glance up from the ledger she was writing down the sale in. "Is there a problem?" she asked with raised brows, immediately noticing the sour look that was present on his face.

"Don't you think the price is a bit...much?" he questioned her.

"No, sir. It's spot on with what I normally charge," there was no hesitation in her answer.

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off, obviously not pleased with the response he was given. "But given my relationship with your husband, and the business we've conducted together…” he paused again, “well don't you think that warrants a lesser price?"

It took everything in (Y/N) to stop the scoff that she wanted to let out in response to his statement. It made her look of confusion quickly turn to one of surprise. "Your relationship and the manner in which you conduct business with my husband does not have any effect on how I run my business, Mr. Thorsby," she began, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, "I take pride in my work and I know how much my suits are worth."

"But for a man with my standing, don't you think that..."

"You'll pay full price for the suit," she cut him off before he could even finish his statement.

Hearing her blatant demand made his jaw go slack. "And if your husband gets knowledge of the manner in which you're treating his associates?" he decided to try another direction.

"My husband pays full price as well," she quickly shut him down for the second time, not in the slightest bit fazed by his threats.

"Your own husband?" there was bewilderment in Mr. Thorsby's voice.

"He knows how much they're worth," (Y/N) doubled down, once again speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I think you're making a rather grand mistake here, Mrs. Shelby," he tried one last time to try and turn the tides in his favor.

(Y/N) didn't waste a moment worrying about his threat. "I think I'll be just fine," she assured him, a tight-lipped smile forming on her face. She hoped that it added salt into the wound she'd inflicted upon his ego.

"You're not afraid of what'll come once word of this gets out?" he still continued trying. It was almost comical now. She sent him a look; a non-verbal way of asking him 'are we finished here?'. But he paid no attention to it, instead trying one last line that he used when he didn't get his way. "Do you not know how much power I hold?"

Ahh, the power card, (Y/N) thought to herself as she continued to try her hardest and hold back her scoff, where have I heard that one before?.

She was way passed finished with him and his droning on at this point. His pestering had brought her to the end of her professional rope. She was trying like hell to keep herself composed and not lose her cool. She wanted to keep taking the high road.

A few moments passed before she took a deep breath and finally responded: "I've dealt with the likes of you before, Mr. Thorsby. I've been given threats harsher in nature than the one you've just told me. My shop hasn't burned down yet. So I'm not worried about what your comments on the prices of my suits will do to my reputation." Her eyes never left his as she spoke, showing him that she meant every single word.

Another pause arose, and (Y/N) wondered if maybe she'd finally gotten through to him. Maybe he'll finally leave.

But, of course, he stayed standing in front of the counter. "Are you sure this is the path you want to take?" he gave one last try, his eyebrows raising as he tried to keep up his imposing figure. It was more then obvious that said figure wasn't working on (Y/N) though.

"Are you going to pay for the suit, Mr. Thorsby?" she asked him, no longer wanting to entertain his theatrics, her eyes still locked onto his. It became even more apparent as each second passed that she wasn't going to change her mind on this.

"You'll regret this, Mrs. Shelby," he finally conceded, but not without throwing one last threat out there.

"As will you, Mr. Thorsby. Have a nice day," she nodded, still unfazed by all of it as her dismissive goodbye made him turn and exit her shop. She stood stoic and watched as the door shut behind him. Only when she was finally alone did she shake her head and let out a huff. "Prick," she muttered to herself before she tore the ledger sheet out of the book and crumbled it up.

"Do you remember Elliot Thorsby?" (Y/N) asked as she moved over to the mantlepiece in Tommy's office later that evening.

"Course I do," Tommy responded without up looking from the paper he was reading, "what about him?"

"He came for his fitting today," she started, grabbing one of the decanters and an empty glass so that she could pour herself a drink.

"And?" he asked for more information, finally looking up at her just as she spun to face him.

(Y/N) didn't answer right away, instead bringing the glass up to her lips and taking a healthy swig from it. She hissed at the burn that accompanied the whiskey as it slid down her throat and tried her best to smile at her husband. Tommy raised his eyebrows at her as he removed the glasses from the bridge of his nose, now waiting intently for her to share something with him.

(Y/N) brought the glass back up to her lips and held it there as she let the silence linger for a little bit longer. She didn't quite know why she was waiting so long...maybe she enjoyed watching him as he tried to hold his intent composure. "I don't think you should work with him anymore," she finally told him.

"Why not?" he immediately asked for more information.

"He felt that he should pay less for his suit because of his connection to you; felt that I should honor your relationship and then threatened me when I wouldn't adhere to his tactics," she happily told him about her interaction with the businessman.

"He threatened you?" Of course this was the part of her statement that Tommy fixated on.

"Well he tried to...the threats didn't really take," she shrugged, finishing the rest of her glass.

"What did he say to you?" he was still hung up on it.

"Tommy it was nothing," she brushed his worry off. His expression didn't change. (Y/N) let out a sigh before she began walking in his direction. "He told me that I'd lose my clients because he has influence," she told him as she stopped in front of where he was sitting. He looked up at her with raised eyebrows as he turned the chair in her direction. She took that as her signal to sit on his lap. He went back to staring straight ahead once she sat. It didn't take long for her to notice that he still wasn't completely convinced. "Tommy..." she trailed off, taking hold of his chin so that he'd be looking at her again, "what're you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that maybe I should go have a word with him."

"I told you it's fine. I handled it, and I'm not worried about what he's claiming he'll do," she assured him. A smile creeped onto (Y/N)'s features as she thought of something else to add. "Besides, it's not like he threatened me with arson...like this one client I had.”

Tommy couldn't stop the grin from forming as he immediately realized what she was hinting at. “Who’d threaten something like that, hmm?” he questioned, playing along with her.

“Someone who really wanted to try his luck,” she answered, letting go of his chin so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.

“I’d say the risk paid off,” he wagered, his hold on her tightening slightly so that he could pull her even closer.

“It seems like it did,” she agreed, leaning in and pressing her lips to his.

Their kiss was short, and he was soon parting from her to share the next move that he’d thought up. “Any business with Thorsby will be finished tomorrow.”

“Stop thinking about him and kiss me, Tommy,” she responded, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

He chuckled at her abrupt statement and wasted no time in doing what she asked him to. His lips were back on hers within seconds, and Elliot Thorsby was the furthest thing from each of their minds.

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dumbseee · 1 year ago

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noticed pt2.

f1 au/fic: having her celebrity crush as her boyfriend was something y/n didn’t expect to happen, which she also didn’t expect is the hate she would’ve receive.

lando norris x reader.

fc: bruna marquezine.

part 1.

note: i wasn’t planning on doing a part 2 but you guys asked so you shall receive :) (i wrote that very quickly so it’s not that good i’m so sorry)

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y/n: lil photo dump because i’m living my best life with my loved ones <3 have a nice week guys!

landonorris: pretty girl <3

liked by y/n.

francisca.cgomes: had the best time with you baby

yourfriend: you’re shining girl

fan1: who tf is y/n? why is she even so popular?

fan2. @.fan1 bc she’s fucking lando and people have an obsession with wags

fan3: ew such a whore

fan4: why is she always half naked?

fan5: i’d be so embarrassed if i were lando bc wtf is she wearing?

fan6: lando RUN

fan7: y’all see a pretty woman dating y’all favourite driver and decide to hate her for no reason

fan8: y/n get behind me

you couldn’t stop crying, you didn’t know what you did to deserve that. you deactivated all your socials so you won’t receive any messages from people with bad intentions, and turned off your phone that kept buzzing with notifications from friends and family. you tried to call lando, to make sure he knew that this was bullshit and that never would you even think about cheating on him. you did go to neymar’s party but only as your friend’s plus one. you talked with the footballer but for literally five minutes. the girl in the picture wasn’t you and you prayed that lando knew that. but he wasn’t answering his phone and that actually made you panic even more. your whole body was shaking, you were having a panic attack and you didn’t know how to calm it since you never had one before.

this situation was horrible for you, you didn’t even know how to fix it, of course it was all a lie but would the internet believe you? deactivating all your socials could be seen as suspicious by fans. they hated you anyway so whatever excuse you’d come up with, they’d never believe you. would lando even believe you? that thought made you sob even more, you struggled to breath and fell on the ground, resting your head on your knees. you could hear your heart beats going way too fast and you prayed for someone to help you because you were going to die from that damn panic attack.

"y/n! hey y/n!" you heard a voice, but it was faint, as if someone was calling you from very far away. "y/n, please baby! breath!" lando. it was lando’s voice. you opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend, shaking you to make you come to your senses, his eyes were glossy and he looked worried, when he saw you open your eyes and look at him he sighed softly and smiled at you. "welcome back, baby." he kissed your forehead before putting your hand on his own heart while he did the same to yours. "breath for me. we’ll do it together, okay?" you nodded slowly and started to follow his breaths. "one. two. three. yeah, you’re doing amazing my love." he smiled again and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "you scared the shit out of me." he whispered, still against your forehead. "i am so sorry, lando, i swear it’s not-" he shushed you and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a long and soothing embrace. you felt silent tears roll down your cheeks.

"don’t say a word, i already know." he says, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed your tears away. "those pretty eyes can’t be drowning in tears, love." he added. "i trust you y/n. i love and trust you with my life, i know that you’d never do such a thing." he finished by kissing your lips. "then why did you ignore my calls?" you asked. "because i needed to get back home asap to confort you." he smiled and you swore that your heart exploded.

that was the moment where you realised how deeply in love you were with lando. he was so perfect with you, always taking care of you and putting you first. you sometimes wondered if you deserved that kind of love.

"we’re going to watch your favorite tv show, order some food and take a bath later. today is y/n self care day. and don’t think about that rumour, i’m going to take care of that." he kissed the top of your head and helped you get up from the ground.

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landonorris: i’m going to say this once and for all: y/n l/n is the sweetest most loving and respectful person i’ve ever met in my entire existence. she’s the light that keeps shining during my darkest days, she’s the presence i crave after a long day away from her. y/n has been the victim of disgusting rumours and death threats, i’ll be taking action against every single ones of you who even just commented one single bad emoji under her posts, i’ll come for you. you made her cry, i think it’s fair enough that i make you pay back for every single tear that she shed because of people like you.

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dazed--xx · 11 months ago

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SKZ Reaction: He hurts the reader II (Hyung Line)

A/N: this is for @slayhyunjin one of my favorite followers and I’d like to say a friend now. Merry Christmas hun you wanted them to make up and I did what I could but please remember in part one Minho was a Yandere so his is technically a good ending in his mind but I will have the Maknae line out soon so get the cutest most fluffy Jeongin pics ready cause that was what was promised 😭😂 but anyway I hope y’all enjoy this and it makes y’all a little happy to see that I’m alive and still writing.

Masterlist Part 1

Chan:

Your phone had been ringing off the charts since you had left your shared apartment with Chan. You stared at the waves of the ocean as the sea breeze kissed your tear stained cheeks. Your fear had dwindled in the hours you had been sitting here on this empty beach. You bite your lip, maybe you did misunderstand. You knew Chan almost better than you knew yourself; which is why you know he’d never cheat on you. You know that she probably did fall or even if she purposely fell Chan was probably innocently helping her up because that’s the type of person he is. Well, you thought he was…that is until that lamp whipped past your head and was sent crashing against the wall. Guilt filled you as you remembered the way Chan pleaded with you not to go. He knew you had nowhere to stay, you weren’t from South Korea though you had lived here for almost 5 years it wasn’t easy for you to make friends as a foreigner wether you fit in or not. You didn’t fit with most of the things that happened around you in this country and without your relationship with Chan though, living here was apart of your dreams growing up, you would have never made the leap into moving here without him and his support. Tears filled your eyes once again as you remembered the only people you have to talk to would probably immediately send Chan over to your location. You hate yourself for wishing he was actually here, you hate how much you feel like you need his insight in what you should do but you did know he’d probably think of an answer logically without including his own emotions into whatever advice he’d give you. You sigh heavily as you lift yourself from the sand and make your way back to your car. Your phone in hand as the special ringtone you had set for Chan blared through the speaker. You almost chuckle to yourself at the irony; he finally called you right after you thought about how much you needed his help. You were relieved to see the comforting texts from his members after they had called but for those few hours you had been gone Chan hadn’t once called you. Pressing the green button you lift the phone to your ear hesitantly as you sit yourself in the drivers seat. .

You almost let out a sob as you heard his tear laced voice ring through your phone “Y-Y/N?” He questioned as he sniffled. You hear him struggling to catch his breath between his sobs “Y/N if you’re there you don’t have to say anything but please just listen..” he pleads, you could tell he was trying to calm his breathing “I-I’m so sorry, I know what you saw with that trainee looked really really bad…b-but I swear I don’t even know that girl. She is—was just a backup dancer for the Case 143 concept but since she made you and me uncomfortable we all agreed she can work with Itzy or Twice.” Your heart clenches at his caring nature which is why the girl still had a job in the first place. “But Her actions and my behavior wasn’t okay and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that and I don’t want to make any excuses like I was angry because that doesn’t make it okay. I should have never gotten that violent, I should have just let you cool off and came to talk to you when we both had calmed down and. For that I’m so sorry and if you don’t want to be with me anymore I’d completely understand honestly I think you shouldn’t be with me anymore because what I did isn’t okay and I know that and i deserve for you to leave—ITS NOT LIKE YOU HIT ME OR ANYTHING!” You exclaim almost fuming at the way he was describing himself “it doesn’t matter. What I did was wrong and I don’t want you to justify it either. I was wrong to do that it makes me sick to my stomach knowing I could have really hurt you. Thank god I didn’t but what if I did? I wasn’t paying attention Y/N you could have gotten seriously hurt what would have happened if it hit you—but it didn’t” you cut him off once again, as tears rolled down your cheeks “Chan are you breaking up with me?” You hear a whimper release from his lips “Why would you want to be with a guy that almost hurt you physically?” He questions “you even said you wanted to get your stuff and leave me because of all this” he cries “why wouldn’t I want to protect you even if it’s from myself? I love you more than anything in this world and that’s why I don’t want you to forgive me because the idea of you getting hurt by my own hand makes me disgusted I can’t even look at you without feeling like shit knowing I really fucked this up” your heart cracks at the pain and guilt laced in his tone “you want to know why I do want to forgive you?” You ponder “You do?” He asks bewildered you give yourself a small sad smile before answering “yes, because if you were really the type to hurt me physically you wouldn’t feel like breaking up would be the best option, you think about things rationally and always put how I feel or could possibly feel first. You genuinely show that you care about me and it makes me know you’re a genuinely good person and that’s why I love you that’s why I want to be with you. Things were…intense to say the least but I do want to work things out soon maybe not today maybe not tomorrow but I do want to work things out with you and move on from this with you as your girlfriend” the line goes silent for a second “okay..b-but can I ask you something?” He asks hesitantly “yeah anything..” you reply instantly. “C-can we move on from this with you as my fiancé? I really didn’t want to propose like this but I really really want to marry you and I can’t imagine us breaking up without me at least asking you s-so that y-you do know my intentions” You can hear the hesitation and love in his words the question really throws you for a loop “C-can I answer you when I’m ready to come talk? I do want to be with you but I’d like to be proposed to properly I don’t want to remember the way we got engaged like this even though the answer is and will always be yes but for right now it’s a maybe later I love you Channie I’ll see you in couple days I promise..” you reply lovingly. You can almost hear the smile on his lips as he responds “I’d wait for you forever don’t worry I’ll see you soon my love and I’ll do it right next time I promise..”

Minho:

The smell of mildew filled your nose, the feeling of your bed is different. Your eyes are burning as they adjust to the fluorescent light, your eyes widen in shock. This isn’t your room. You look around in a panic as you throw the foreign blanket off you. You look around the room, you didn’t see a single window. The only furniture that was there was the bed you were seated on and a chair across the room facing where you were once sleeping. Where were you? You lift yourself from the bed and make your way toward the door, noticing your lack of pants and shoes you rush toward the door trying to twist and pull on the knob before slamming your fist into it repeatedly “HELLO?! HELLO?! IS ANYONE THERE?” You call as you continue to pound your fist on the door. Panic filling your body in a tidal wave you hear footsteps coming toward you “HELLO?! Who’s there?! PLEASE HELP ME!” You hear the person stop infront of the door as you try to open it again. “Hello?!” You call once more to the stranger finally realizing how much of a bad idea it was. You had no clue who was on the other side of that door. It could be the person that put you here. Were they going to hurt you? What did they want? You questioned to yourself, bile rose in your throat as you heard the slight ‘click’ from the lock and see the knob turn “W-wait!” You shout the door doesn’t move “A-are you going to hurt me?” You question pressing your ear to the door only to hear silence in return “please answer me” you plead the stranger knocks once “d-does that mean yes?” You question fear filling your tone. They knock once again “Does that mean no?” You hear two knocks in response “O-Okay…why am I here? Where am I?” You hear a heavy sigh on the other side of the door before they force it open.

Your eyes widen in shock and relief washes over you, as you’re greeted by your boyfriend. “Minho!” You exclaim tears almost streaming down your face as you rush over to him and wrap your arms around his neck burying your face in his neck “Thank god! Why did you do that why didn’t you answer me I’m so scared right now and you couldn’t just tell me what was going on? What happened why am I here how’d I get here? Where are my clothes?” You question as you pull back noticing the stoic expression on his face “I took them” he states matter of factly. “W-why?” You question slowly removing yourself from from him “so you can’t leave of course” he smiles sinisterly. Your mouth hanging open in shock “what? You did this to me so I can’t leave?” He smiles once more the light that always sat in his eyes now gone their almost soulless. “Min what’s going on? Something seems off” you question nervously as you take a step back away from him “you think it’s okay to break up with me? I think it’s quite okay that I prevent that. You told me to not come back to see you anymore. I can’t just let that happen, it’s okay you just have to stay here; I’ll take care of you baby, don’t worry.” He says taking a small step toward you as he placed a pout on his lips “can’t you hug me again? I wasn’t ready so I really didn’t get to hold you like I wanted” his hand caresses your cheek “what do you mean I just have to stay here? What about my apartment? My job? My friends and family?” You question. Minho smiles sickeningly “That’s the best part baby everyone already thinks you’re either dead or missing at the very least. It’s okay I made everything look very believable and it won’t be linked to me or anything I am really sorry that I did have to collect your blood a little, I know you’re scared of needles that’s why I put those pills in your drink so you would sleep through it cause I know you’d be scared but, because I needed everyone to think you’d died in the ordeal but you can’t even feel it can you? I really did a great job right baby? Now we can be together and nothing is wrong anymore everything is fine. I mean it will suck to have to act really sad around my members knowing you’re alive but I have to so they don’t think something is wrong didn’t I do good baby? I’ll always do great things for you and now you can be free from those burdens, I’ll take care of you. You can live here it’s a house I know about that’s underground you can walk around it as you like. I’m sorry I locked you in here but you were sleeping and I didn’t want you to possibly sleep walk or anything because that was one of the side effects—you’re fucking crazy” you cut him off in shock at his admissions. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You growl. Fear grows in your stomach as his façade drops the smile quickly gone from his lips turning into a straight line.

“Fine then I guess you can’t go around as you like. And if you try to run I’ll cut your Achilles tendon look I don’t want to have to do it this way but you’re not giving me a choice so go lay on your bed and think about what you said to me and fucking fix it when I come back with food for you. I love you so I don’t want to have to leave you in here for too long, but I am an Idol you know? things like random world tours can come up and be there for months on end so who would take care of you if I decide to leave you here while I go? Either figure out if you want to be truly like the old you and die in a bloody gory death. If you be good and listen to me like you used to then I’ll be just as good to you. I don’t want to hurt you nor does the idea appeal me honestly it makes me nauseous but I’ll do what I have to. Be good lay down and just let me love you the way only I can. There’s no one else for you anyway it’s us for the rest of our lives babe and if you have a problem with that, well I’ll take Stockholm Syndrome even if it’s your own brain tricking you into loving me again just so you can dissociate from this. I’ll take it but if you act like this again we will have an issue.” He threatens tilting his head to the side taking a step toward you “Do you want there to be an issue?” You shake your head in response “O-of course not, Min I-I was just surprised by what you said. I’m just mad you had to use a needle on me but I really appreciate all the effort you went through, y-you did well I promise. Im not mad at you im sorry for trying to break up with you I won’t ever do it again but Min I don’t want to stay here let me go with you.” You force out, you felt like throwing up at the softness of your tone. “I’m sorry baby you have to stay here but if you’re really not mad come here give me a kiss let me hold you.” You pout at his words “p-please min I don’t want to be left here don’t leave me here please I’ll be good ill listen to your rules can’t I just be with you all the time? C-can’t I just live with you? I’m scared please Min” you plead, you felt disgusted with yourself begging him but you could tell he’s unstable and you didn’t know what he was truly capable of but you knew this was not going to end well if you didn’t listen to him. Bringing yourself closer to him you place your lips on his feeling his arms wrap around you and you could almost pretend like things were how they used to be.

Changbin:

Waking up in a panic you look around the room, almost worrying when you didn’t find Changbin sleeping beside you. The events from the night previous replay in your mind as you lift yourself from the bed. A sharp sting spreads throughout your back. You groan in pain, the door shooting open at the sound. “Y/N, are you okay?” Changbin rushes into the room in a frenzy. You stare at him bewildered, “yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” You question almost sarcastically. You finally notice his disheveled state, the ghost of the trails of tears that streamed down his face. The scabs and bruises on his knuckles, you’re eyes widen in shock seeing his hands. Almost like a reflex you rush out of bed and grab his hand “What happened?!” You question worriedly taking his hand in yours .“I’m an asshole….” He states with a pout on his lips. “What? What happened to your hand Binnie? Are you okay?” He removes his hand from your grasp. “I’m a disgusting person…I was mad that I-sigh- I was mad that I hurt you s-so I punched the wall” you’re eyes widen “YOU PUNCHED THE WALL?!” You exclaim. “I fixed it after I made a hole in it. I have to paint it but it’s fixed” he murmurs. “DO YOU REALLY THINK I CARE ABOUT THAT FUCKING WALL? ILL DEMOLISH IT IF I WANTED TO WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” You growl at him anger growing in your gut at the idea of him hurting himself. “I deserved it.” He states matter of factly. “Honestly I deserve worse. I’m sorry, but when you were sleeping I checked on your back and put some ointment on it but it’s a really big bruise. S-seeing it….I wanted to die. I hate myself for doing that to you. I got really mad at myself and it just happened. I’m so sorry, you don’t understand how much I said it when you were sleeping but I need you to know I’m really sorry and that it won’t happen again because-sigh-Y/N I think we should break up.” He sobs. You stare at him. “What? You want to break up? W-why? I won’t be clingy or harass you anymore I love you I don’t want to break up” you cry.

It was his turn to be shocked “Y/N I hurt you. I gave you a huge bruise on your back. I put my hands on you which is something I never thought I’d do. I can’t be with you knowing I did that and honestly I’m disappointed you would just let it go. Don’t make excuses for me, don’t try to justify it because there is no justification. I can’t redeem myself from this—yes you can—No I can’t you may be able to forgive me but I won’t be able to forgive myself. Look at your back Y/N! Actually fucking look at it I look like a domestic abuser. It makes me fucking sick!” He snaps. Your heart feels like it’s being ripped right from your chest and dangled infront of you. “Bin I love you I don’t want to break up we can figure things out. We can fix this. My back will heal” you go to grab his hand again “but the trauma from it won’t. Not right away.” He states sadly as he takes a step back. You let out a whimper “please we can work through this I love you. I know you’re going to be disappointed that I want to forgive you. But look at you right now I know you wouldn’t do it again you look like you hate yourself right now. You are beating yourself up already why would I pour salt on that wound I’m sorry but you’re not breaking up with me I’m the one that got hurt I’m the one with the bruise on my back so I’m the one that gets to make this decision and we’re not breaking up.” You see the disappointment on his face “Y/N.—no we’re not breaking up if that’s what you want to say then I don’t want to hear it” you argue placing your hands on your ears. A pout etched onto your lips as you stare at him with tear filled eyes. You shake your head at him. A small sad smile spreads across his lips. “Okay. You win we won’t break up. Im happy you’re quite stubborn and strong willed when it comes to people you love. But I am disappointed you would forgive someone that hurt you physically…” His tone is soft and caring. You feel the anxiety of a break up dwindling as you wrap your arms around Changbins neck placing soft kisses against his cheek. “I love you, you’ll forgive yourself in time with me by your side okay?”

Hyunjin:

“It’s just a sprain. Rest it for 48 hours and take your anti-inflammatory. And keep the splint on for a week or two as it is only a Grade 1 sprain. Come back if the pain gets any worse or if it seems like the swelling isn’t going down.” The doctor informed as he handed you your discharge paperwork. You nod along before making your way out of the hospital. You’re not excited about going home, the drive here was excruciatingly painful but at least your wrist is splinted. You couldn’t believe how Hyunjin reacted. How could he hurt you like that? The thought of the events earlier in the afternoon made you fee nauseous, how could the guy you loved for the past year choose his crazy ‘best friend’ over you? You had allowed Yerim’s antics to go on for too long based on her friendship with Hyunjin. Pulling into your driveway you’re quite pissed to see Hyunjins car still there. Meaning they were both still here. Your blood boiled as you forced yourself out of your car locking it behind you as you make your way to the door. Before you could enter your code into the pad, the door is forced open. You’re greeted with the sight of a disheveled Hyunjin. Tears streaming down his face, his sobs growing worse and worse with the glare you had directed at him. You roll your eyes as you shove past him, seeing his suitcase that was once under your bed now in the living room right beside the couch a complete lack of Yerims presence lingered. “W-wait! Please…” his whimpers between his sniffles as he wipes his face on his sleeves. “Wait for what Hyunjin? You weren’t supposed to be here when I got back remember? It seems your friend knows how to listen properly but you can’t.” You growl your mouth pulled into a harsh line, as you clenched your jaw. “I-I know but how could I just leave? I tried okay? I tried to listen to you I packed my stuff even though I didn’t want to I just—I couldn’t leave knowing you’re hurt. I couldn’t leave knowing that I may never get to see you again and I know it’s selfish but I have to try to fix this. I didn’t know what Yerim said but if it’s anything like what she tried to do then I’m sorry I never realized. I’m sorry I never knew the things Yerim did to you…b-but I do now! I swear I know the truth now and I’m sorry I should have never pushed you I should have listened to what happened.. a-and I would have probably done worse to Yerim if she said the things to me that she said to you.” He cries as he makes his way over to you stopping right infront of you he tries to caress your cheek. You flinch at his action, and a pout forms on his lips as he hesitantly places his hand back at his side “how’d you find out?” You question your eyes finally meeting his “cause there’s a reason I never told you”

His eyebrows scrunch together “does it matter how I found out? And why? Why would never tell me? How long has she been harassing you with that bullshit because that’s what it is. It’s bullshit! I never once slept with her. I never once told her I loved her, she was my best friend and I saw her like a sister and when she tried to throw herself on me when you had left I just lost my shit and realized what was going on.” He explained with tears streaming down his face. A heavy sigh is released from his lips and his current state is enough to send your heart into the morgue. “Jinnie—She was fucking pissed that I supposedly was choosing you over her but she doesn’t realize how many times you probably feel like I chose her over you. You should have told me but that doesn’t excuse what I did to you and I’m so fucking sorry Y/N. I really am, a-and if you let me I’ll make it up to you. Yerim is gone she’s out of my life she means nothing to me if she could try to ruin something that she knows I’ve dedicated myself to. She knew I wanted to marry you. She came with me to pick the ring for when I proposed but in the end even her attempts didn’t ruin anything. You knew she was bullshitting. In the end, I ruined everything but I will fix it. I’ll make it up to you I want to be with you I love you and I’m so fucking sorry” He cut you off dropping to his knees and holding your good hand in both of his “if you forgive me for this it will never happen again. I’m so sorry that I pushed you. I’m so sorry I let my anger get the better of me because you are right I heard her tell you those things and I heard you defend me and I don’t know I couldn’t think and I got mad. But if it makes you feel any better I pushed her too probably a lot worse than I pushed you and I told her I want nothing to do with her anymore I think she got the message cause she slapped the shit out of me and left” you’re eyes widen at his confession your hand instinctively lifting his face inspecting his cheek seeing the fading red mark. “I’ll fucking kill her she did what?!” You growl “she hit you?” You rush past him grabbing your keys only to be halted by Hyunjin grabbing your hand “it’s fine I deserved it for what I did to you” he comforts, your eyebrows raise “yeah and if anyone deserves to hit you it’d be me not her and I didn’t nor would I want to hit you let alone allow some slut to do the same thing to MY boyfriend. Don’t try to stop me cause I’m going to fuck her up Hyunjin” you notice the way his face lit up “Am I?” You shake your head at him in confusion “are you what?” He bites his lip as he stared at the ground “Am I still your boyfriend? What I did was really really bad…and I don’t feel like I deserve to call myself that anymore since you told me to leave” you look at him feeling a little guilty, whilst you did indeed tell him to pack his shit and leave you are kind of relieved he didn’t listen. While you didn’t enjoy the fact that he pushed you, his loyalty and the love he has for the people around him is what drew you to him in the first place. If Yerim wasn’t such a bitch and didn’t antagonize the issue then this wouldn’t have happened and yes, while he shouldn’t have pushed you he thought he was protecting his childhood friend.

“I’d like to think you still are…I-if you still want to be—more than anything I want to be your boyfriend more than I want to be an idol at this very moment” he cuts you off looking at you with hope. You bite your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck. You hear a sigh of relief release from his throat as he holds you against him as if you’d disappear when he let go. “Thank god….I love you so much I’m so sorry you won’t regret this I promise” he cries as he buries his face in your neck. You smile slightly pulling your head back to look at your sad puppy of a boyfriend pressing your lips against his. He kisses you passionately before you pull away “But if I ever see Yerim it’s on sight. She doesn’t have the right to put her hands on you just for rejecting her. She’s going to get her ass whooped and you won’t be able to stop me…”

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icyminghao · 1 year ago

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boynextdoor as boyfriends

pairing: boynextdoor (ot6) x gn!reader genre: fluff, headcanon

requested by @yawnzzznnn! hope you like it :)

JAEHYUN

he’s such a little puppy

he’ll be running to you whining at every minor inconvenience (especially after the boys tease him)

wants you to protect him and wants to protect you too

the type of bf who walks on the side of the street nearest to the road bc he’s cheesy like that

you don’t have to lift a single finger with him around! he’ll do everything for you

lowkey gets jealous bc he wants you to focus on him and him only

overall a lovesick puppy who yearns for your attention 24/7

“y/n…” Jaehyun is tugging on your sleeve and whining as you talk to Taesan about Oasis.

You turn to Jaehyun, ruffling his hair affectionately. “What is it, Jae?”

“You’ve been talking to Taesan for one whole hour! You came over to spend time with me,” Jaehyun whines, pouting and glaring at Taesan. Reading the room, Taesan makes up some flimsy excuse and leaves, leaving the two of you alone in the living room.

“I’m sorry, big baby, I must have gotten too carried away! It’s not everyday you find another Oasis fan around our age, you know,” you giggle, pulling Jaehyun into a hug. “I’m all yours today, okay?”

SUNGHO

the partner privilege you get from him is insane

you could literally ask him for anything and he’d just smile softly at you and agree

values your opinion a lot

he got a new haircut? he needs to know what you think. can’t decide what to have for lunch? he’s asking you for ideas immediately.

overall a hopelessly in love bf who would do anything for you

bonus: he definitely has a sketchbook filled with drawings of you and you only

“Sungho, can I braid your hair?” you ask hesitantly, looking at him from where you’re sitting on the couch.

Sungho smiles softly. “Of course you can, love. Come here,”

That day, the boys come back to the dorms only to get the shock of their lives. In front of them is a dolled-up Sungho with barettes on both sides of his braided hair, and the boys look on in disbelief.

“No way, Sungho. I’ve been bugging you to let me do this for weeks, and you let y/n do it after they ask once? This is so unfair!” Riwoo whines.

Sungho simply shrugs. “Well, you’re not y/n.”

RIWOO

he’s sooo shy

wouldn’t initiate skinship first when y’all first start out, and when you do he literally malfunctions

he’s not really good with his words so he’d express his love for you through other stuff like acts of service or gifts

once he gets comfortable in the relationship, though, good luck getting rid of him

he’s never letting you out of sight (or out of arm’s reach) whenever possible

overall he’d be a really sweet shy bf™ who’s really attentive to your interests and pays attention to whatever you say even if it looks like he isn’t (somebody pls get me a riwoo)

“This place is amazing, Riwoo. We finally did it!” you exclaim, walking around your new house and reeling over the fact that you finally moved in with Riwoo.

“I know, right?” Riwoo smiles, following behind you.

Your hands brush over the walls of the bedroom. “I think we should add some personality to the rooms. What do you think about painting the walls?”

“Sure. We could paint it light green,” Riwoo agrees, looking around. Your eyes widen in shock.

“How did you know I’d want light green?” you ask, genuinely surprised.

Riwoo chuckles affectionately. “You showed me your dream bedroom once while we were playing We’re Not Really Strangers. I think it was a year and a half ago?”

TAESAN

i feel like quiet moments together would be your thing

dates would either be chilling at the park while you read and he plays the guitar or chilling at the dorms

he may not talk much, but quality time is his thing and he’d always make sure his attention is 100% focused on you whenever y’all are together

probably has multiple playlists dedicated to you

overall a quiet but super romantic bf

“What song do you want to listen to?” you ask as Taesan starts pulling out of his parking spot.

Taesan shrugs. “Just look through my playlists and see if there’s any that you like.”

Oh, shit. Taesan realises the implications of his words, and looks over for a second to see you scrolling through his Spotify.

Sure enough, you let out a sound of surprise. One that Taesan would have gone crazy for, but he’s panicking hard.

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like?” he says softly.

“Tae, all the songs in this playlist are all my favourites! That’s so cool, do we have the same music taste?” you exclaim, bewildered.

Taesan chuckles awkwardly, “Yeah, we’re really meant to be, huh?”

Maybe next time he’ll tell you about his uncountable playlists dedicated to you.

LEEHAN

affectionate bf™

he’s absolutely in awe at literally anything you do

you just made dinner? he’s so proud of you. you just lost a game of league of legends? it’s okay, he thought you did absolutely amazing.

would fall in love with you ten times more if you entertained his fish hobby

y’all are the cutest fish parents!

overall the cutest bf who literally loves you and everything you do

“Darling, can we get this angelfish?”

“Hannie, we already have five of those back at home,” you boop Leehan’s nose affectionately, “what if they get jealous of the new addition?”

“Come on, babe, they’d love a new friend! We can call him Angel,” Leehan shakes your shoulder, pouting.

“Angel the Sixth?”

Leehan smiles. “Angel the Sixth.”

WOONHAK

lights up whenever he sees you

i feel like he’d love to rest his head on your lap, too, and put your hand on top of his hair as a silent request for you to play with it (you do. everytime.)

whines when you remove your hand to do something else

he definitely talks about you to no end to the boys (much to their dismay), he just loves you so much

cannot last a minute without interacting with you in some way (physical contact if you’re in close proximity, through text if you’re not)

overall a golden retriever bf who loves you so much (good luck getting rid of him)

“Did you wish y/n a happy birthday?” Sungho asks as soon as Woonhak walks into the practice room.

“Yeah, of course I did! I wished them the moment the clock struck twelve. Wait, how do you know it’s their birthday today?” Woonhak furrows his eyebrows in confusion. You and Sungho don’t know each other, so how…?

“Of course I know their birthday,” Sungho chuckles, “You wouldn’t shut up about it no matter how many times we complained this past week.”

a/n: i hope y’all enjoyed this bc i had so much fun making this!!! ok i should stop getting sidetracked now i need to focus on knocking on heaven’s (your) door ><

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winchesterwild78 · 4 months ago

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The Hunter pt 2

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jodie Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: fluff, oral sex (female receiving), SMUT (protected sex), language, angst, hurt feelings

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

The three of you made your way back to Bobby’s house. Sam carried the food in as Dean got out of the Impala and walked over to your car. He looked it over and whistled. “Y’all did an amazing job on her sweetheart.” “Thank you. Maybe after we eat I can take you for a drive.” “Yeah, I’d like that. Look, Y/N, I really am sorry for how I acted. I’m not good at this and sometimes I say and do stupid shit.” “I get it. I’m sure it was hard hearing your dad and Bobby say those things about you. We all carry crap with us and deal with it in our own ways.” You stepped closer to him, “I can think of something you could do to make it up to me.” You smirked at him. “What’s that darlin’?” “Kiss me.”

Dean leaned you against the car and pressed his body against yours. He slowly took your head in his hands and placed his lips against yours. You could taste the whiskey he had been drinking. The kiss deepened and you moaned into his mouth.

“Dean, I need you, I want you.” “Oh sweetheart, I want you too. We just have to be smart about it. I don’t need Bobby or my Dad chopping things off.” You giggled, “No, we definitely don’t need that. Can I come to your room or you come to my room tonight, after everyone else has gone to bed?” Dean leaned his forehead against yours, “Anything for you, birthday girl.”

“Hey, Y/N, where are you kiddo? Food’s getting cold.” Bobby yelled from the door. “Coming, I was just showing Dean the car.” Dean kissed you again and you smiled, “Later baby. I can’t wait.”

The two of you walked towards the house and Bobby was standing at the door. He looked at you and then at Dean and shook his head. “So Dean, how’d you like the car?” “She’s beautiful. Y’all did a great job on her, Bobby.” Bobby looked at Dean and then at you, but didn’t say anything. He just let out a little huff.

All of you sat down to eat dinner and just chat. Bobby told you he had one last gift to give you, and thanks to John he was able to get it for you. “Now, this is something your parents had for years, they lost it on a hunt years ago when you were little. Think of it as a family heirloom. Your father bought it for your mother the day you were born. You smiled and nodded.

Bobby handed you a small box that was wrapped. Inside the box was a heart shaped locket with a diamond in the middle. Inside was a picture of your mom holding you on one side, and your dad holding you on the other side. Tears fell from your eyes. “Oh Uncle Bobby, this is perfect! Thank you!.” You leaped up and threw your arms around him. “Well it was John and Dean who actually found it, but you’re welcome honey.” You hugged John and Dean next. “Thank you both so much. This means more to me than anything.” You placed a kiss on John’s cheek and on Dean’s.

Bobby and John knew right then you were smitten with the oldest Winchester brother. They both looked at each other and sighed. Bobby brought out the pie with a candle in it and they all sang “Happy Birthday”. You made a wish and blew out the candle, making eye contact with Dean. You didn’t think Bobby saw it, but he did.

After the pie was gone, the evening was drawing to a close. You were getting tired, well that’s what you let everyone believe. You thanked everyone again and told everyone good night. Before you went upstairs Bobby pulled you to the side, “Y/N, I see how you’re looking at Dean. I know I could tell you to stay away from him until I’m blue in the face, but I know you’re just as stubborn as I am. So, all I’m going to say is be careful. He’s a great guy, but he has so many walls up and I don’t want to see you get hurt.” You hugged him, “I know Uncle Bobby, Dean definitely has walls up, but we all do. The ones that you’re meant to be with are the ones strong enough to kick those walls down. You, Mom and Dad raised me to be strong, and I think I’m strong enough to kick down his walls. I love you, Uncle Bobby.” “I love you too, sweetpea, and I trust you. Go kick those walls down.” You smiled, nodded and went upstairs.

A few minutes later in your room there was a knock on your door. You opened the door to see Dean standing there in his t-shirt and gray sweatpants. “Hey sweetheart, you mind if I come in?” “Not at all.” You smiled and stepped to the side. As soon as you closed the door, Dean’s lips were on yours. You moaned into his mouth as his hands ran up your body.

You both laid on the bed as his hand continued to explore your body. Goosebumps erupted over your skin and his lips left a trail of fire any place they touched. You felt the slick pooling between your legs and an ache you knew only he could satisfy. Dean pulled his shirt over his head and off his body in one fluid pull. Your hands trailed over his toned chest and across the freckles that scattered across his sun kissed skin. “Dean, should we wait until everyone is asleep?” “Dad and Bobby went to the bar and Sammy is asleep. I’m all yours.”

Your breath hitched. “Are you okay? We can stop if you want to.” Dean asked. “No, I’m fine, just a little nervous.” “I’ve got you baby, and if at any time you get uncomfortable, we can stop.” You nodded, “Okay, Dean.”

Dean pulled at your shirt and removed it. Since you were ready for bed you didn’t have a bra on so your perky breasts were exposed when he removed your shirt. “Damn you’re beautiful.” You blushed as Dean’s lips trailed to your breasts. His hands cupping them as his lips peppered kisses on them, and his tongue licked your nipples. You moaned and threw your head back as he licked and sucked.

Dean kissed down your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and you nodded. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled your shorts and panties down in one pull. His hands gently spread your thighs apart and he kissed up your legs. As he got to your folds he looked up waiting for permission. “Dean, please. I need to feel you. I want you to make me cum.”

Dean took his fingers and softly parted your folds, finding you already dripping wet. He licked a strip up through your folds to your clit. You sucked in air and moaned his name. Dean loved hearing you moan his name. He began to lick and suck your clit and you wiggled under him. He slowly inserted one finger into your dripping wet pussy. You moaned and arched your back. He slowly moved his finger in and out as your breathing became pants and you moaned. Dean inserted another finger and hooked both upwards causing you to moan louder.

“Shh, we need to stay quiet sweetheart.” He grinned as he continued to pump his fingers and licking your clit. He would lick and suck as he pumped his fingers. Your hands pulled his head deeper into you and you moved your hips. You were fucking his face as he pushed you towards your release. “Dean, I’m gonna cum.” You breathed out.

Dean lifted his head, “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers.” He pumped and licked until he felt your release. He grabbed your thighs holding you as he kept licking, causing you to moan loudly and your body shake under him. By the time you were coming down from your release, your body was over sensitive.

You had boyfriends in the past eat you out, but damn it if Dean Winchester wasn’t a gold medalist in it. You had never felt that good after that before. Dean removed his fingers and hovered over your body and kissed your lips. As he leaned over you could feel his arousal on your thigh.

“Dean, please, I need you.” “Are you sure sweetheart, we don’t have to go any further.” “Yes, Dean. I’m sure. I want you, I need you.” Dean stood up and took off his pants and boxers. His large, hardened cock sprang free. You licked your lips and took in the sight of him. He was much larger than you had ever had, but damn were you excited.

You felt an ache form between your legs that seemed to beg for him. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You nodded and handed Dean a condom from your side table. He ripped the package with his teeth and you giggled. He pumped himself a few times and slid the condom on. Climbing back on the bed, he positioned himself between your thighs and lined himself up.

The head of his cock was pushing inside you. You both moaned and gasped as he started to push in. You moaned. It was a little bit of pleasure and a little bit of pain. He was stretching you like you’d never been stretched before. You grabbed his biceps and dug your nails in. “You okay, sweetheart?” You nodded yes. Dean continued to push in slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I need you to relax a little bit more sweetheart.” He leaned down and kissed you deeply. He could feel you relaxing more so he kept pushing. “Dean, please just push in, all the way.” “Are you sure?” You nodded yes, and before you could say anything else, Dean bottomed out with one thrust. You screamed in pleasure and Dean buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I need a minute or I’m going to cum right now. You’re so tight.”

You moved your hips under him and he started to move. His movements were slow. He would slowly pull out and push back in slowly. He didn’t want to hurt you and he wanted to give you time to adjust to his length and girth. When he felt your body relaxing and adjusting more to him, he started to move a little faster.

“Oh Dean, you feel so good baby.” He kissed your lips. “You feel amazing around me, Y/N. You’re so beautiful.” With each thrust, each kiss, and each touch of his hand your heart filled with so much love for him. You knew you would do whatever it takes to keep him safe and to tear down his walls. He was yours and you were his. In that moment the only people who mattered were you and Dean.

Dean lifted your legs onto his shoulders and the change in position caused him to hit your g-spot a little more. Sending you closer to your next release. As Dean continued to speed up you felt yourself closer to cumming again. “Dean, I’m gonna cum again.” “Oh baby, just let go, cum around my cock.” He kissed your lips and you felt your release rush through your whole body. As your walls clenched around his cock, he sped up chasing his release. He came with a grunt and spilled his seed in the condom.

As he finished he pulled out and kissed your lips. “That was amazing, Y/N. Are you okay?” “God, yes Dean. That was incredible.” You kissed him again as he stood up grabbing a tissue and removing the condom. He threw it away in your trash can and crawled in bed beside you.

He pulled you close to his body and wrapped you in his arms. He kissed your forehead as you laid on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as your fingers danced over his anti-possession tattoo. “Dean, thank you. That was incredible.” “Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me. That was more than incredible. I’ve never felt like I was going to cum that fast before. You are perfect.” You smiled and kissed his lips. “I could get used to this. Making love to you and then laying in your arms.” You whispered hoping you wouldn't scare him away.

“Me too, Y/N, me too.” “Dean, would you ever consider moving away from your dad and Sam? Like maybe in here with me?” Dean sat up in the bed and looked at you. Panic flooded your brain instantly. “Well, I hadn’t given it much thought, but I don’t know if Bobby would like that too much. But yeah, I’d consider it, if Bobby was okay with it.” You looked shocked, “Really? You’d be willing to move in with me?”

Dean turned and looked at you, “Of course I would. This (he motioned between the two of you) wasn’t just a one and done thing. I want to be with you. I’ve never wanted to be with anyone ever, but with you I’d give up everything.” “Oh Dean.” Tears filled your eyes as you kissed him.

When he pulled back his thumb wiped the tears away, “Shh don’t cry sweetheart.” “They are happy tears, Dean. I just can’t believe you’d be willing to stay with me. Of course, I could always go with you too.” Dean’s head spun around, “What?! You’d leave home for me? To go on the road with us?” “Yes, Dean. I’d give up everything for you too.” Dean kissed you again and pulled you back down with him. “Come on sweetheart, let’s get some sleep. We will figure it out tomorrow. Tonight, let’s just be here together.” You nodded in agreement and laid your head on his chest.

You listened to Dean’s heartbeat until your eyes got too heavy and they finally closed. Dean listened to you as you fell asleep in his arms. He smiled and felt his heart warm when he heard the soft snores coming from you. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was starting to fall for you. It scared him but excited him too. He’d never felt like this about anyone. Could he really leave his dad and Sam to live with you, or could he really let you leave Bobby to go on the road with him? These questions plagued his brain until he finally drifted off to sleep holding you tight.

Around 3 am the door to your bedroom creaked open. Bobby saw Dean’s bed was empty and knew he’d find him with you. His heart sank when he saw you laying on Dean’s chest and Dean holding you tight. He knew he couldn’t keep you two apart now. At first he was going to wake Dean up and tell him to get the hell out of your bed, but he saw you smiling in your sleep and heard you sigh softly. He saw how Dean’s grip on you tightened when you sighed. He knew, of course he knew. Both of you were falling in love. “Balls!” Bobby said before he closed your door softly.

He walked downstairs and told John “We’ve got a problem.” “Dean’s with her, isn’t he?” Bobby shook his head yes, “And the problem is they are already falling for each other.” “Damnit Dean! I told that boy to keep it in his pants. Bobby if I would have known this was going to happen I would have told Dean to stay away.” “Hey, John, it's nobody’s fault. They are young and are going to do whatever they want. We just need to figure out where to go from here.” “We will talk to them in the morning. I’m beat. Night John.” “Night Bobby.”

The next morning you woke up late. It was about 10 am and you felt strong arms wrapped around you. Dean was sleeping next to you, holding you in his arms. You smiled and snuggled closer to him. He started to wake up and pulled you tighter. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” “Well, I need to pee, so hopefully the bathroom.” You giggled. “Fine, but come back, please.” You leaned over, kissed him, “I will.”

You grabbed some clothes and threw them on and headed to the bathroom. You walked back towards your bedroom. When you got to your door you saw Dean stretched out on your bed with the blanket draped over his hips. His toned chest exposed to the chill of the room. You bit your lip.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” Dean grinned with his eyes still closed. You closed the door and climbed on the bed, “You know I do.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled you down into his arms, eliciting a giggle from your lips. “Dean, we really should get up. Do you want to be the one to explain to Bobby and your Dad why you’re naked in my bed?” “If they don’t know why I’m naked in a beautiful woman’s bed by their age, I don’t know what to tell them.” He smirked. “Dean Winchester! You know what I meant.”

He laughed and pulled you closer, “Yeah I know, I’m just not ready to leave your side yet.” You sighed and laid your head on his chest. “I know, me either, but if we don’t get up soon they will come up here.” Dean grumbled and you giggled.

There was a knock on your door and you froze. “Hello?” “Hey, sweetpea, you and Dean get dressed and come downstairs, we need to talk.” You looked at Dean with wide eyes and he smirked. “Okay, be down soon.” “Shit! Dean, how did they know?” Dean chuckled, “Guess there’s no need to keep it a secret, huh?” “Dean, it's not funny. Bobby sounded pissed.” “It kinda is, sweetheart.” You playfully slapped his chest, “Dean, you’re terrible, now get up and get dressed.”

A few minutes later the two of you walked downstairs hand in hand and were met with tense jaws and even tenser stares from Bobby and John. You squeezed Dean’s hand and he pulled you closer to him, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Bobby stood up and got in Dean’s face. “I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her, Dean!” You jumped at the sound of his voice. You’d never heard him that angry before. You stepped forward a bit, “Bobby, I’m an adult, I can be with whoever I want.” You seemed so small beside the three towering men. Most people would be intimidated, but you held your own.

“Sweet pea, it’s not a matter of being an adult, I just don’t want to see you hurt.” “Bobby, I love you, but you can’t protect me for the rest of my life. You’ve always told me what good hunters and men the Winchesters were, now you’re telling me Dean isn’t. So which is it? Is he good or not?” Bobby looked between you and Dean and knew he was fighting a losing battle. Before he could say anything else John stepped up and punched Dean in the face. You gasped and when Dean turned his face back he was bleeding, but didn’t react. Bobby had grabbed John and pulled him back. Dean’s jaw clenched and he looked over at you and saw tears in your eyes. He let go of your hand and stormed out of the house. You looked at Bobby and then over at John. “I can’t believe you two. Dean is an amazing person. He practically raised Sammy because you, John, were too caught up in your own grief and need for revenge to be anything that resembled a good father. He had to be mom and dad to Sam. You owe him so much because he raised himself and his brother FOR YOU! Uncle Bobby, I know you mean well, but I’m an adult. You didn’t have a problem with Alex, and he tried to force me into his car. Dean never once forced anything. I pursued him. Even last night before we had sex he kept asking if I was sure. Now that is the kind of man I want to be with. Sure he’s had a past, but which one of you can say you haven’t. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to find Dean and check on him.”

Before they could say anything else you walked away and found Dean standing on the porch. When he saw you he pulled you into a searing kiss. He heard you defend him. He pulled away and looked at you, he cupped your face, “Thank you. Nobody has ever defended me like that. Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed you again.

“I meant every word of it. I don’t know what this means for us as far as where we are headed to live, but I’ll follow you wherever you go, Dean Winchester.” “Good, because I’m not going to let you go, ever.” He kissed you again and could feel so much love between you two.

Later that afternoon, you and Dean had decided to go off together. Just the two of you, hunting and living together. He couldn’t bear the thought of being with John after what happened, and he knew Bobby needed space. You were in your room packing a bag when Bobby came to the door, “Sweet pea, you don’t have to leave. We can figure this out.” Bobby’s eyes were pleading with you and it broke your heart. “Uncle Bobby, I’m not leaving for good, Dean and I just want to be together, work on our relationship without having to deal with everyone else’s opinions. I love you and you will always be home. I promise.” You hugged Bobby tightly. He kissed the top of your head.

Dean came to your room to grab your stuff. Bobby turned towards him, “Dean, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. There is no excuse for it. She’s like a daughter to me and it’s my job to protect her. Well, it was. Now it’s your job. I know you’ll protect her no matter what. Keep her safe, bring her home every once in a while, and take care of yourself too. Your father was out of line hitting you like that. I’m sorry son.” He pulled Dean in for a hug. You had tears in your eyes looking at them hugging.

“Well sweet pea, where are y’all headed?” “Not sure yet, maybe East. I’ll call you whenever we stop and let you know. I love you, Uncle Bobby.” “I love you too, sweet pea. You make him take care of you.” “I will, and he will. I know he will.” You hugged him again and handed Dean your bags.

The three of you walked downstairs and Dean headed out to your car to put the bags in it. Sam was standing there, “Dean, take me with you two. I can’t be with Dad. We’ll kill each other. You know that.” Dean sighed, “Yeah Sammy, I know. Sammy, I want you to apply to school. Get out of this life, go be a lawyer or whatever you want to be. I know you can do it. Meet a girl, get married, have kids. Be normal.” Dean pulled Sam into a hug, “I love you baby brother. Stay with Bobby until you get into that school.” “I love you too, Dean.”

You stood in the living room and hugged Bobby one last time. John was standing leaned against the doorframe not saying anything. He was just staring. Dean walked in and walked over to Bobby and pulled him in for a hug. “Bobby, I need you to let Sammy stay here and make sure he applies for college. He’s too smart to stay in this life. He deserves a normal life.” Bobby shook his head in agreement. Dean thanked him and started to walk away.

As the two of you approached the door John stepped forward, “Dean, Y/N, wait.” You both stopped and turned around looking at him. “Look, I’m sorry Dean. I shouldn’t have hit you. I was out of line.” Before Dean could say anything you stepped in between them, “John, you were definitely out of line hitting him. I hope you take some time and reflect on yourself about the kind of father, man you want to be. I know Dean loves you, but it’s my job now to protect him and if that means protecting him from you I will. I’m in love with your son, and will spend the rest of my life proving to him what an amazing man he is. A lesser man would have laid your ass out after punching him, but not Dean. You see, that’s the kind of man he is. He knows when to fight and when not to. Hopefully that’s a lesson you learn too. Goodbye John, I wish you nothing but the best.”

You looked up at Dean who was still trying to process you saying you loved him. Smiling softly at him, you kissed his lips, “I’ll be outside.” You knew he needed closure so you left to give him his space to find it.

Dean stepped towards John, “Dad I forgive you. I just can’t be with you right now. Maybe later down the road the three of us can hunt together, but right now I need to be with her and have space from you. I hope you understand.” He hugged his father and started to walk away. “Dean, for what it’s worth I know you’re a better man than I am. You take care of that little firecracker. She loves you and I can tell you love her. Be safe, and always know I will answer when you call.” Dean nodded and headed outside.

The two of you climbed into your car and Dean started her up. He took your hand, you looked out your window, waved at Sam and Bobby and Dean drove away. You two had no idea where you were going, but you knew you would be fine as long as you had Dean by your side.

Part 3

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lexisecretaccx · 8 months ago

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High School Sweethearts pt.3 -Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, slight angst, Tw: Evan💀, not sure what else.)

A/n: thought I’d TW Evan bc he’s an asshole😂, you will know that even more as the story progresses:( also sorry if my parts are pretty short, let me know if y’all would be happy with longer parts! But 2 parts in a day is wilding lol.

“What.. why?” I laugh awkwardly and envy crosses over his face. “It doesn’t matter y/n.” He turns down a corridor and I follow. “I don’t understand why you’re being like this?” I say timidly, I don’t know what I had done to make him act like this, we literally became friends yesterday.

He stops in his tracks to face me. I smile softly but it slips when I notice the angry glare in his eyes, “don’t act like you weren’t all over my brother in there!” He spoke with a bitterness in his voice, my face shifts to that of shock due to the accusation, “What? I went to study and he was in there so I sat with him,” Chris scoffs and leans against the wall, “I wanted to know if he was okay after falling over, is that a crime now?” I snap.

The problem with me is when I get angry I cry or get upset. Or if I’m getting shouted at, it’s due to past experiences. “Okay then,” he pushes himself off the wall and looks down at me “so his arm being around you is just in a nice way, you two laughing is you ‘checking up on him’ is it?” He hisses and leans down to my level.

“He was pointing at my page because he told me the answer and we were laughing because it was the wrong answer,” I speak in a brittle voice, “I don’t know why I have to explain myself to you we aren’t dating.” I take a deep breath in to try and keep myself from crying, “I don’t like him like that chris.” I whisper as my eyes well with tears before walking away.

“Wait..” he sighs and I turn around, a single tear falling from my eye. “I’m sorry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “it’s just, I can’t help but get angry because my ex girlfriend cheated on me and,” he walks over to me “I know we aren’t dating but..” Footsteps echoed from behind us and we both turn to see Nick, Nate, Evan and the other boy who I don’t know.

My stomach drops as I lock eyes with Evan. “No fucking way.” He spoke before trying to walk closer to me, I step back and he stops in his tracks, “still as frigid as usual I take it.” He laughs and looks around for his friend’s reactions but they don’t do anything, instead they are focused on me and Chris.

“What’s going on here?” Nate motions between me and Chris, “wait you dated my boy Evan right?” Nate asks, his attention fully on me as I nod softly. “Step back.” Chris mutters to Evan, who was getting a bit too close. Evan raises his palms and he smirks at me.

“You tryna get with Evans girl?” The other boy who I don’t know the name of spoke. “No we’re just friends.” Chris fake smiles before it falters, “then why the fuck does she look sad?” Evan spoke in a concerned tone, which of course wasn’t real.

“Can you not get into other people’s business.. for once?” I say, Evan tilts his head to me and opens his mouth slightly as his eyes narrow, he goes to say something before.. “Leave it.” Nick spoke in a tough voice to Evan and Evan just scoffs and walks away.

I can’t help but feel a sense of victory even though I didn’t say much. The other boy follows Evan so it’s just me, Chris, Nick and Nate. “So.. what’s going on here.” Nate repeats himself. “She was studying in the library and I went in there and saw her and now we’re out here, that’s all.” Chris looks back at me and smiles before returning his gaze to the boys.

“Sure whatever, where’s Matt?” Nick asks, looking at me this time. “I saw him in the library so probably still in there.” I shrug. “Okay, nice to meet you.” Nick smiles at me and walks to the library. “We have like half hour till school starts, we should go back outside.” Nate speaks to Chris, completely ignoring my presence.

“I’d rather not, you can go meet Evan again I think I’m gonna help y/n.” Chris replied “help her with what?” Nate looks to me and back at Chris. “It’s a personal thing for her.” Chris lies. “Sure okay.” Nate rolls his eyes before heading down the hallway the same way Evan went.

“I’m sorry about them, and Evan.” Chris turns to me and runs his hand through his hair. “And I’m sorry for earlier and overreacting, and making you cry and speaking to you in that way. I know we aren’t dating but I shouldn’t have reacted like that, even if you and Matt were..” I interrupted him by placing a finger over his lips, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek softly.

“Woah.” He looks at me for a moment before saying, “so there’s definitely nothing going on with you and Matt then or?” I roll my eyes and laugh. “No of course not.” He lets out a sigh of relief, “what about us?” He asks hopefully, “we barely know eachother Chris,” I move a strand of hair out of my face “maybe take me on a date or something and see what happens.” I smirk up at him.

His eyes widen and he smiles back, “really?” He whispers as a group of people walk past. I nod and look at the clock. “I’m gonna head to my next class but I’ll see you somewhere.”

“Maybe in detention again.” Chris teased. I roll my eyes and laugh before I walk away, and I feel Chris’ eyes following me. I turn down a less crowded corridor.

“Hey..” I hear someone speak from next to me, I flinch and turn to my side as my face turns cold.

A/n: Bro Chris is a drama queen. I don’t know if this is any good but thanku to the people supporting this series! That’s the only reason I’m continuing with this🫶 also Chris is a cutie patootie, he’s been thru some breakups y’all don’t hate him😭

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zorobraun · 1 year ago

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sexual tension with ghost that leads to sex (but he’s kinda toxic)

“yo, y/n, go tell lieutenant ghost that we’re leaving without him if he doesn’t show up in this motherfucking room right now.” soap says to you with some kind of ironic humour. you look at him as if you don’t really know if he’s being serious about it or not. “i’m not fucking around. you go, girl. i’m not stepping into his bedroom. or office. or whatever the fuck that is.” he sighs, making you want to disappear. really, why you, out of everyone else?

“listen, i know i should take orders from you and shit, but i’m not going in there. you’re his friend, you should be the one to bother him.” you finally stand up for yourself, feeling a little bit insecure about your arguments, since you’re new on the team and you don’t really know how you should act around them. the problem is ghost, truly. if your lieutenant wasn’t him, you wouldn’t be afraid to look at him, talk to him… god, even breathe near him.

“we’re going out without the two of you, then.” alejandro points at you and ghost’s closed door. well, you could say that you don’t really care about going out with these men, but… “fine, i’ll go! fuck, y’all are annoying.” you don’t want to be perceived as the most boring woman of all times. you swallow hard, your footsteps are so shallow that you might disappear in the air. your hands are sweaty and you dry them on your jeans, clearing your throat before knocking on his door.

“soap, i already told you. i’m not fucking going this time.” you hear his annoyed and deep voice echoing through the door. you shiver, closing your eyes. “l-lieutenant, hey, it’s y/n. i’m sorry to bother you, soap told me to come get y…” the door opens abruptly, you almost fall behind you. ghost is so much taller now that you’re standing in front of him. he looks at you in silence, making you feel small. you take a deep discrete breath, but he notices. “what makes you think you could’ve convinced me to go?” ghost chuckles and you want to pinch yourself. is he laughing? you never saw him do it.

“i don’t, i was just following orders.” you say, smiling half heartedly. silence again. he’s analyzing you with his intimidating eyes and you just want to run away. “hm, i see. so obedient, y/n.” he’s mocking you, although he sounds good doing it. you raise an eyebrow at him. asshole. “but you can go now. i’m busy, if you didn’t realize it yet.” rude, as always. you sigh, licking your lips, a bad habit of yours that he can’t help but notice. you’re starting to hate him, the team and this place in general. maybe you should just quit, he makes you feel miserable.

“absolutely. sorry to bother you.” you say with no emotions at all. he almost feels bad for you — the way you’re still standing there, in front of him, quietly hoping that he’ll change his mind. but he never does, so you nod your head and walk away.

(…)

a few days later, you were called to his room in the morning. to show some self respect, you said you had an important task to do, so you could only meet him at night, if that was okay. ghost obviously said yes, since he’ll always prioritize work above anything else. much for your unliking, the night came by really quickly — that’s why you’re standing like an idiot in his doorstep again. “come in.” your hear his voice. you open the door, just to close it behind you when you finally enter his room.

well, when you decide to look around… he’s shirtless. he has his back turned to you, but still. you gulp, panicking. you immediately face the door again, as a way to show respect for his privacy. “um, i should come back tomorrow morning.” you say in a very anxious tone and he laughs. “you can turn around now.” you do it slowly, suspiciously, even. you breathe in relief when you see a dressed ghost.

“i’d say sorry but that’s what you get when you decide to come meet me at night.” ghost says in a playful tone, but he’s serious. he was probably getting ready to sleep because he was shirtless at first and he’s wearing grey sweatpants, alongside with his balaclava. “i’m sorry about that, i should’ve known better.” you glance at him, standing still like a fucking mummy. he walks towards you and you hold your breath for some reason.

“you should’ve.” he agrees with you, making you feel dumb. you sigh, crossing your arms against your chest; as if you’re trapping the urge to tell him to fuck off. “anyways, i just wanted to apologize for being rude to you that night. i was pissed with some work stuff, that’s all.” ghost shrugs, very nonchalant. you just can’t believe how fake he sounds, it makes you let out a dry but low laugh. he looks confused and almost annoyed by your behavior, so you close your eyes for a second before opening the door.

“thank you so much for your sincere apologies, lieutenant.” you look at him with a fake smile, wanting to complete your sentence with ‘i can’t wait for you to be rude again tomorrow and apologize three days later with a very fake affection.’ you walk out of his room, don’t even bothering to close the door because he’ll do it anyway. except he didn’t, since you feel his strong grip on your arm. you stop walking just because you physically can’t, he’s way stronger than you.

“let me go.” you look at him, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “i won’t say it again.” you swallow hard, his fresh but masculine cologne weakening your body. “or what?” ghost challenges you and you hate that he sounds like he’s smirking. “i will…” your breathing is erratic. his eyes are hunting yours, making them his forever. you breathe again. “you will what? you sound so dumb right now, y/n.” he chuckles lowly and you look at him with shame, your cheeks burning hot.

he gently pushes you against the wall, trapping your body with his. ghost’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you shamelessly closer to him. you can even feel the print of his cock against your core, making you hold back a moan. “if you weren’t such a sensible bitch i’d fuck you in this corridor, against the wall, make you really ashamed of how loud you’d be screaming my name.” he says next to your ear and you close your eyes to the devilish sound of his turned on voice.

you accidentally (or not) put one of your legs around his waist so you can feel him better. he grabs your leg and you grind on him discretely; you’re acting like a bitch in heat and it pisses you off. “but you’re tender. you’re a sweetheart, isn’t that right? you act like a princess but look at you now. such a whore, i’m amused.” he keeps degrading you, making you squirm in both pleasure and shame.

“can i kiss you? please.” you beg with your watercolor eyes, making him harder. he takes his balaclava off completely and the world stops. you’re so fucking confused — if he doesn’t trust you yet, why show you his true identity? you don’t seem to care enough about the answer when you finally look at his entire face, admiring every detail of it. how come he’s the prettiest man to ever exist? you don’t say it out loud, though. ghost chuckles before kissing you.

his tongue immediately gets into a fight with yours and you keep struggling to breathe through your nose, due to the adrenaline that makes your whole body feel uneasy. his free hand is placed on your neck and you’re starting to believe that it was made to be there forever. he groans into your mouth so quietly that you’re certain he didn’t expect you to notice it, but you do.

you stop kissing him when you come back to your senses, staring at his honey eyes. “i didn’t expect you to be such a good kisser.” you tease him, stroking the back of his neck. “don’t push it, rookie.” he sounds almost out of breath and it turns you on even more. you kiss him again, until you’re both on his bed, panting and fucking like two dogs. deep down, you always knew that he was a fucker, not a lover. “can you go again, baby? i know you can, be good for me, okay? i’m so fucking close, love. i’m gonna cum inside you, can i cum inside you? yeah? fuck, what a good girl. my obedient gorgeous girl, do i need to remind you that from now on, you only take orders from me and me only? no? good, ‘cause if you ever take orders from soap again, you’ll fucking regret it. i’ll make sure to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk around and do your silly little tasks the next day. i want it so bad, baby. do you want it too? will you break our rule so i can fuck you like that?”

(…)

on the next day, you can’t even think straight without the thought of his cum dripping down your thighs and ghost’s fingers pushing it back inside. you can’t finish your tasks without the urge to run to his room so he can take you down again. last but not least, you really can’t walk properly without feeling a strong ache between your legs.

and you didn’t even break the rule.

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Different In Every Way

Adam Warlock x reader

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Authors note: I did not expect people to actually want to read that little fic idea I posted but so many of y’all wanted this so I did it. Y’all made this happen. Also reader is tan or brown however you wanna perceive this. I made it for myself tho really🤣 and I’m tan/brown.

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It was difficult to pinpoint when it all began. It was like one day Adam Warlock just appeared by your side and ever since then he’s been there. It was strange to you because he honestly didn’t seem the type to be interested in others, but he would go out of his way to talk to you. But you couldn’t help but think, what interest could you bring to him. You weren’t a guardian, you were just a Terran who lived on Knowhere. So at first you were confused by the way he seemed to constantly look for you.

In the beginning he came to you with simple curiosities, “what is this? What is that?” And you’d tell him, even show him if needed. Then he’d begin coming to you with other problems.

“But I don’t get it,” he’d say after dishing out how mad Drax had become once he brought up how useless he believed Mantis was and how she slowed Drax down.

“Mantis was an asset, she helped us see things that sometimes we couldn’t. It’s like you and your pet,” you pointed to the brown furry creature that he constantly had by his side on Knowhere. “He doesn’t offer you anything but companionship but would you say he’s an asset?”

Adam looked down at the animal that was cuddled on his lap before smiling a little. “I’d say so. He makes me happy.”

“Exactly, Mantis isn’t a pet but she is an asset. Plus bad mouthing people isn’t nice, so try to avoid that.”

“But you guys bad mouth each other all the time.”

“To the person's face, there’s a difference. Unless it’s a bad guy then you can say whatever you want about them,” you explain and he looks far off, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

“Some of your rules here are very confusing.”

You gave him a little pat on the shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll grasp it soon enough.”

After time conversations shifted from curiosities about the planet to curiosities about you. Sometimes it was simple like your favorite food and then after giving your answer he would want to try it with you. But other times it was just random things.

“Which member is your favorite of the new Guardians?” He’d ask as you two would be sitting on the balcony, his pet, Blurp sat in between as you people watched.

“Hmm, probably Cosmo.”

“What?!” He’d turn to you, offense clearly written on his face. “What about me!?”

You’d laugh looking down at cosmo who was messing around with Kraglin. “I’m sorry but just look at Cosmo,” his gaze follows yours to look down at the dog. “She’s so cute, I just wanna squish her face.”

“Okay okay, fine I can accept that…then who after Cosmo?”

“Hmm,” you’d scrunch your face and tilt your head, “I really really wanna say Rocket,” his jaw dropped and you finally looked at him, a little chuckle coming out from you, “but I think it’s you.”

Adam grew silent trying to hide the proud smile that was threatening to take over his expressions.

So yeah, chats with Adam were nice.

Then one day Drax, Nebula, and Groot were out at the center area, engaged in discussion as you were just coming out for a little greeting.

As you were passing by you waved and Groot said something that made you stop, “I am Groot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you came close to the group, “you know something I don’t know? What do you know?” You eyeballed the other two curiously. Nebula looked regular as always but Drax, Drax had a strange expression on his face like he was ready to explode…and then he did.

In laughter that was.

You stood there confused as his laughter bellowed out into the air.

“What is going on?” You asked, still haven’t gotten an answer.

Nebula rolled her eyes while Drax tried to talk to you through his fit, “golden boy…” he’d laugh again, “golden boy thinks you’re made of bronze!” He’d burst out again and you’d turn to Nebula with your expression practically begging for an explanation.

“When we were talking with Adam he constantly was bringing you up. We pointed it out and asked why and he said he has strange feelings towards you—“

“He said he has feelings for you because you’re just like him!!!” Drax would interrupt bursting into another fit. “He thinks you’re made of metal!”

That was news to you.

He likes me? Was your first thought but what you asked instead was, “he thinks I’m metal?”

Nebula continued, “yeah he thinks you’re copper or bronze because of your skin. We didn’t tell him he was wrong because we felt like that was your place.”

Drax continued laughing and Nebula had enough, “would you shut up already! It’s not that funny!”

“But…but he only likes you because you’re like him, but what’s he gonna do when he finds out you’re from Earth!”

“Drax!”

“I am Groot.”

“What? How’s that mean? I think it’s gonna be a hilarious story,” Drax said, turning to Groot.

You’ve heard enough, thanking them and glaring at Drax you went out to search for Adam.

All you could think while you searched was that now it all made sense why he came up to you specifically back then. It’s not like your skin tone was rare but I guess it stood out a little against the colorful skin that others had.

But did he actually only like you because of that?

Wait, did you like him?

You searched until you saw him coming out of one of the buildings across the way. You stood there unable to bring yourself to him.

Oh god you did like him.

I guess all that time you spent with him, you somehow gained feelings along the way.

His eyes looked around as if deciding where to go next.

“Don’t look this way. Don’t look this way,” you whispered frozen in place. His eyes stopped on you before the gold around them crinkled as his face spread into a grin.

Wait, what is he going to think when he realizes I’m from Earth?

Suddenly you didn’t even want to think about that conversation.

He took a step towards you and that was it, you immediately spun on your heel opting to have the conversation whenever you sorted your own thoughts out.

“Wait!” Is what you heard as you continued on trying to escape the golden boy. You made it all the way back to where you began, the main area where the others were. You couldn’t get too far though and Adam easily caught your arm, making you turn around in the action.

“I was calling you, didn’t you hear me?” He asked. He looked genuinely concerned for you which is definitely not a sight that you needed to see right now.

You glanced around at the others, awkwardly not wanting to talk about this with them there. Nebula and Groot looked away while Drax just put another Zargnut in his mouth, clearly entertained.

Like hell you were going to do this here. “Come here,” you took his golden hand and pulled him behind you leading him to the balcony where you two have spent many days together.

Once there you spun around and turned to him and without giving yourself any time to back out, you said, “I have strange, romantic feelings for you, and I think you have feelings for me.”

Adam was stunned by the comment. A few weeks ago he didn’t even understand what those feelings were, he had to talk to others to even understand what those feelings were. But now suddenly he finds out you have them too, he was ecstatic, he was happy, he was going to kill the person who told you that he had feelings for you.

The corners of his mouth pulled as he began to smile.

“But before anything happens between us, there’s something you should know.”

His eyebrows furrow. “What’s going to happen between us?”

Now was not the time to be explaining…all that, you shook your head and tried to continue, “nothing. Just…nothing. That’s not the point, the point is,” your hands curve as you motion to yourself, “I’m not made of metal.”

He says nothing, just looks at you eyebrows still together and you don’t even know what to make of that expression.

“I’m Terran. You know from Earth.” He still looked a little off, “like Quill,” you added and it finally seemed to click as he held out an, “ooohh.”

But again he looked confused, “but you and Peter…you look so different.”

“Yeah well while your planet comes in only one color, on my planet people come in all sorts of different shades and colors. Not bright colors, just very…neutral.”

Adam was silent again as he took in this new information.

You were from Terra.

Earth.

His mind seemed to be in its own thoughts while you stood there beginning to feel uncomfortable with what had to come eventually.

“Look, I know you like me because you think I’m exactly like you. But I’m just not.”

You don’t blame him if his feelings for you dwindle because of this, you weren’t ashamed of who you were but you were just disheartened that it turned out this way.

He was taking a while to respond and for a moment you wondered if you should just save you both the trouble and leave by your own two feet.

But then he spoke, “it’s true I believed we were the same, and that may have been the reason I searched for you. But in no way was that the sole reason for me gaining some certain feelings of emotion towards you. I believe I have these feelings because of our differences. You have taught me so much because of our different experiences, and that fact has not changed.”

He finishes his small speech and you don’t know exactly what to make of all that information, “so what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I still have fond feelings for you and if you’ll let me, I’d love for us to spend more time together. Solely the two of us.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you think he was asking you out on a date.

“I’d love that too.”

Adam smiles at you, his expression displaying a sort of idiotic happy type smile and all you could do was mirror it.

“See they’re smiling I knew it would work out,” Drax said from down below as the three peered up at you both.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s beautiful now, come on. We got things to do,” Nebula said while taking off ushering the others to follow behind her.

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dollfaceksj · 1 year ago

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I DO LOVE THE ANGST!! I think the right amount if perfect!!

Can #8 be Jungkook genuinely realizing he was rude and knocked down a few pegs yunno?

I seriously want to Make HIM the one wrapped around her little finger. Yunno? She fell first but he fell harder? Cuz he’s so goddamn cocky and big headed 🤪🤪🤪 love your Drabble series!

lets see wot i can do 😁😁

warnings: angst (mentions of sa) …sorry for putting y’all thru that! don’t hunt me down with fire torches and pitch forks for the ending!!!! can’t wait to see how it goes!!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #8

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it’s been a few days since the clubbing incident and you haven’t been responding to anyone

you’d gotten a text from an unknown number that introduced themselves as yoongi and said that he got your number from taehyung to ask where you were

and why you had left so suddenly

you’ve been in bed all weekend, looking a mess

you weren’t responding to anyone and tae had started begging to just let him know that you were safe

and you texted him that you were home and just wanted to be alone

and now you’re by yourself

why

and how

did you ever let that punk get to you like this

get serious!!!

his words should mean nothing to you!!!

and you put him in his place!!

you definitely made your feelings towards him CLEAR

but you’ll also never forget the way he looked at you

instant regret settled on his features

toward the end of your harsh rant, his teeth were anxiously nibbling in his bottom lip you were surprised he didn’t end up bleeding

seeing him so stressed and anxious was so different to his usual stoic and cocky self

not to mention–

knock knock knock knock knock

who the fawk is knocking at your door at 9pm on a sunday

man

what’s going on

you slowly get up and make your way to your front door, cracking it open and peeking with one eye

“you had me worried, y/n.” taehyung’s voice is lathered in genuineness

you sigh and open the door for him, allowing him to pull you into a tight hug

“what happened? i assumed the worst happened to you in that club. one minute you were dancing with yoongi and then you were gone and i don’t hear from you at all.”

he sways with you from left to right, soothingly rubbing your back

you blink back your tears and just inhale his familiar scent

he smells like musk and cookies

you love his scent

“you didn’t get–” he pauses, “like no one tried to–” he pauses again, “like did someone–”

huh

okay

you realize he’s trying to ask you if you’d gotten sexually harassed or assaulted

“no, tae. nothing of the sort.” you pull back and look up at him, rubbing his chest

he visibly relaxes and brings his hand up to your face, rubbing out the scrunch between your brows

“then what happened, babe?”

you quietly sigh and shake your head in dismissal. “nothing. i felt sick. went home. been in bed for 2 days.”

“but why didn’t you answer my texts? or yoongi’s? we were seriously worried, y/n.”

sigh

“i’m sorry.” you flick his forehead and it allows you to escape his embrace

he follows you to your living room and jumps onto your couch

“don’t jump on my furniture!!!!”

he ignores you and reaches for your remote before turning the tv on.

“you got any snacks?” he asks you, feet up on the table

annoying little fuck

you kick his feet off your table. “not for you.”

he whines loudly but then sits up right and glances at you. “so, we wanna go on a camping trip and we’re wondering… if you’d wanna join?”

you look at him as you sit down next to him, snatching the remote out of his hand. “and who is we?”

he chuckles, “i don’t have a whole lot of friends, y/n.”

“taehyung, you literally say ‘hey, what’s up’ about 30 times a minute when we’re walking on campus.”

“acquaintances aren’t friends!”

well, he’s right

hmm

well

but … he is tae’s friend

“so, your usual friend group?”

“yep.”

ughhh you want to ask him directly

“i’d be the only woman there?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “does that bother you? if it does, you can ask one of your own friends to tag along. like eunbi.”

record scratch

should you ask eunbi?

the chance of that man [horror music] coming with you is low, he’s a homebody

and you don’t wanna ask tae if he’s coming because that would be weird

he’d ask you why you’re interested in that FUCKBOY joining you or not

it’s best not to ask eunbi at all

just to avoid drama

right?

“when do y’all wanna go?”

he looks like he’s contemplating something for a moment before responding with, “next week friday right after class since everyone only has morning classes.”

okay makes sense

“okay and how do y’all wanna go?”

all the others have graduated but most of you don’t have vehicles

“by train. seokjin is the only one that’ll go by car because he actually has one. and then we’ll have a car there for if we need to buy something or for emergencies.”

they’ve thought this through

“i hate bugs, though.”

he chuckles, “i will protect you.”

“make that yoongi and we have a deal.”

he laughs loudly, “okay then, yoongi will protect you.”

“will i be sharing my tent with him?” you quip while batting your eyelashes at him innocently

“calm it down, you minx.”

you both laugh for a few more moments, talking more about the place and camping itself

“so, you in?” tae asks with all the stars present in his eyes

how can you say no to that?

hmmm

you could use some time to relax

“alright, sure.”

and that’s how you find yourself fidgeting with the handle of your suitcase that next friday

standing in front of the train

taehyung, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are loading their suitcases onto the train

2 female friends of hoseok and taehyung have joined, by the names of hyunjoo and isabella

seeing another foreigner like isabella here already made it easy to get along with her

hyunjoo is also really sweet but she’s rather quiet

joon joined seokjin in the car so he didn’t have to drive that long on his own

you’ve got the biggest suitcase of everyone so you’re being helped last

jerks.

the guys are busy with hyunjoo and isabella’s baggage now

you rub your face, collecting some of the sweat that had started forming on your skin

you didn’t think it was going to be this hot tbh?

hoseok said something about there being like a bathhouse 20 mins away from where you will be camping so

sweat shouldn’t be that big of a problem, you’ll just make sure to visit that bathhouse daily

you also brought like extra sleeping bags because you wanna bury yourself basically

you know you’ll be freezing at night like always

what else did you pack?

just as you mindlessly reach for your suitcase again, you’re met with air

your hand continues to grab at air

until you realize

your suitcase is gone

wait

YOUR SUITCASE IS GONE

WHAT THE HELL

you turn around and see someone with your suitcase in hand

but

tae,, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are … all the way over there?

right

okay

your penny has just dropped and so did your heart. STRAIGHT into your ass.

why

here

???

://

you reach for the handle of your suitcase to snatch it out of his grasp

but he doesn’t let you as he pulls it out of your reach

“just let me help you.” jungkook’s voice reaches your ears but he doesn’t even look at you as he continues to carry your suitcase and loading it into the train

he sounds

different

that usual confidence and arrogance he carries himself with is gone

it’s kinda like the same jungkook you’ve always known and not the jungkook you’ve had the displeasure of interacting with these past few weeks

is this his way of being apologetic?

narcissism at it’s finest

everyone starts filing into the train but yoongi is waiting by the door

you walk up to him and he motions for you to get in first

you sigh quietly and smile at him as you walk onto the train

he follows right behind you and places his hand on your back as you walk further into the train

you see jungkook all the way at the front, all the way at the left against the window, wearing his headset but the only two seats that are free are the ones .. right … in front of him

you’ve pretended jk isn’t here pretty well until you make it all the way to your seat and make eye contact with him

he glances at you, teeth sunk into his bottom lip

just as he parts his lips to say something to you

you take your seat right in front of him and yoongi sits down right next to you, directly facing jungkook

ur right across from him

like… your feet and knees are almost touching each other

the look on jungkook’s face had softened for that split second with an apologetic glint in his eyes

but ur not gonna let him mess with your head, not on this 3 hour trip

yoongi leans over to you and whispers these next few words into your ears, “i haven’t seen you since that club, how you been?”

your shoulder gently jerks at his breath hitting your neck and yoongi chuckles at that

you can’t help it

you try not to you really try not to

you glance at jungkook and he’s staring straight at you

the way he’s staring straight at you, teeth anxiously nibbling and picking at his lip rings, showers your entire body in lava

you quickly avert your gaze and you turn your head to say, “i just felt sick. must’ve been the alcohol,” to yoongi

he nods and pulls out his phone. he connects his earbuds to it and offers you one of the earbuds

omg

wait why is this so cute

you feel like ur back in high school

a small smile creeps on your lips as you accept it and put it into your own ear

you notice jungkook’s leg bouncing up and down in anxiety

you drop your head onto yoongi’s shoulder and throw your leg over the other before closing your eyes

just act like he’s not right in front of you

you’re just here with friends

and your head is on yoongi’s shoulder

plus he’s sharing his music with you!!!

that’s a big thing!!!!!!!!

and you allow yourself to zone out <3

you stir and realize you’re being woken up by a soft hand shaking your knee

you hear your name quietly being called

you open your eyes and see big black eyes staring down at you

“we’re here.” jungkook’s soft voice reaches you like liquid gold being ladled into your ears by angels

you blink a couple times and realize you’re still wearing yoongi’s earbud

you look to your side and notice yoongi is gone

“he went to the restroom,” jungkook replies quietly

you don’t respond as you collect yourself and slowly gather your stuff

jungkook quietly does the same but is constantly glancing at you

when you move to step out of the seating area, he gently taps your shoulder

you look over your shoulder at him, still not a single word on your lips for him

“can we talk?” he asks quietly, dropping his hand after catching your attention

uh uhh.. ur not gonna let him ruin your trip

you are NOT

you cried for 2 days in your fucking bed over a geeky junior. ur never allowing that again

“what is there left to talk about?” the words leave you in a harsh tone and if anyone was around that didn’t know the situation, they’d paint you out as the villain

but they don’t get it

they don’t know what it was like when he tore you down

“i think we should talk about the misunderstand–”

“misunderstanding?” you echo in disbelief before letting out a humorless chuckle.

you continue, “there is no misunderstanding, jungkook. i think i made myself pretty fucking clear that night. and so did you.”

he doesn’t give up, though. “please?”

you sigh quietly and glance up at him, all the painful words he said to you still clouding your mind

attention-seeking

tryhard

no one likes that about you

does he even deserve to talk it out?

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runnning-outof-time · 10 months ago

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Hello K! Happy 3.5K followers celebration! I couldn’t wait to join in the celebration and also see what you have prepared! Enjoy the bunch of followers!

May I ask for a glass of wine 🍷? 🥰✨🎉🍾

This is my request: Tommy + “Look at me right now.” (If it’s not taken already of course)

Thanks for this lovely message, Mar! I’m sorry it took me a bit to write your request - it got pretty angsty. And I’m sure none of y’all were watching my posting schedule, but I’m technically a day letter with this one. Sorry! I hope you like what I did with it! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration - find more stories here!

Take the Ring

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Tommy’s a bit of an asshole…what else is new?, (Y/N)’s a bit brash in this one too

Word Count: 964

Summary: (Y/N)’s last straw slips when she confronts Tommy about his absence.

“I really can’t let you in there, Miss,” the man sitting behind the desk in the receptionist area told (Y/N) for the umpteenth time.

(Y/N) sighed. She’d been at this for at least twenty minutes now. She was hoping that maybe her persistence would soon reward her with a different answer. So far it hadn’t been helping.

“Why not?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Because you do not have an appointment. Mr. Shelby only sees those who have an appointment scheduled with him,” the man explained.

“And if I were to say that I was his fianceé?” she tried, “would I need an appointment then?”

The man’s expression changed immediately. (Y/N) just watched as he scrambled to get up from his chair as quickly as he could. “No, you most certainly wouldn’t. I’m sorry, ma’am,” he apologized as he led her to the door that connected to Tommy’s office.

“Thank you,” she nodded at him, a pleased smile on her face as the door was opened to show Tommy sitting at his desk, his face practically buried in papers.

“Mr. Shelby, your fianceé’s here to see you,” the secretary announced, allowing (Y/N) to step inside before he shut the door again.

Tommy’s head snapped up upon hearing the door shut to see (Y/N) standing with her hands clasped behind her back. “Why’re you here?” he asked, no evident emotion present in his voice. If anything, he was confused as to why she was paying him a visit.

“Seriously, Tommy?” (Y/N) was shocked by his nonchalant question. Tommy raised his eyebrows and flipped his right palm to the sky, as if he was repeating his question in a nonverbal manner. “You’ve forgotten what we were supposed to do during lunch today?” Silence followed her question. “We were supposed to tour the venue?”

A sigh left Tommy’s lips. “Something came up, love,” he told her, removing his glasses then so that he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Just like with the fittings and the tasting appointments. Something always comes up,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms, “it’s almost like you don’t want this wedding to happen anymore.”

“That’s not it,” he said, shaking his head.

“Than what is it?” her eyes were wide as she waited intently for an answer.

“I’ve got important things to do here, (Y/N). I’ve been elected to this position, and there’s expectations placed on me. I’ll call the venue and reschedule the tour,” he spoke in a flat voice, as if he was dealing with another item of business.

“No, you’re not going to reschedule it just so that you can miss it again,” she insisted, pursing her lips to stop them from quivering in anger.

“I won’t miss it,” he assured her.

“You said that the last time,” she snapped.

“And I’m saying it again,” he said dismissively. Shock filled (Y/N)’s features then as he looked back at his papers, trying to figure out where he was with his work before she’d entered the room.

Is he being serious right now?! (Y/N) thought incredulously, her eyes wide as she watched him slip back into his work like it was nothing. “Look at me right now,” she demanded then, even surprising herself by how assertive she sounded. She waited until his eyes were back on her before continuing, “do you even care about this, Tommy? Do you care about us?”

Tommy stared at her for a moment, digesting her question and thinking it over. His eyebrows were so deeply furrowed together at this point that his forehead was almost starting to hurt. Where had all of this come from? “Where’s this coming from, eh?” he asked exactly what was on his mind.

“It’s just that…” (Y/N) paused with a long sigh. She’d kept all of these feelings bottled up, but now that it was time to talk about them, she had no clue where to start. “I feel like I’m on my own with everything,” she finally said. Her statement barely scratched the surface of what she was feeling, but it was a start.

“You’re not. I’ve got a lot to do, (Y/N). You know that,” he told her, motioning to his desk before he glanced at the clock. He had a meeting that he needed to be at.

“Sometimes it doesn’t feel that way. Sometimes it feels…”

“Mr. Shelby, you’re needed for a meeting,” the secretary broke into (Y/N)’s statement, his words making Tommy stand from his desk.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” he told the man, who nodded and shut the door. He took a glance at (Y/N), who now looked baffled, before he went through the motions of lighting himself a cigarette. “Now, is there anything else that’s needed to be talked about? Anything that can’t wait until I get home?”

Is. He. Being. Serious. Right. Now? she repeated to herself as she blinked a few times, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that he was essentially dismissing her. The more she thought about it, the more her anger rose. This was the final straw for her. She was at the end of her rope.

“Yeah, actually there is something else,” she responded, her emotions quickly becoming apparent as she took a few steps closer to his desk while fighting with the piece of jewelry present on her left hand’s fourth finger. “Take the ring, Tommy. I’m finished with all of this.”

“(Y/N)…”

“No. Save it. I see how this ends now, and I’m saving myself from it. Goodbye, Tommy Shelby,” she cut his objection off, looking up at him only to reveal her glare before she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office.

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getmeoutofhell · 11 months ago

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All GF X reader part 2

part 1: all gf x reader

warnings: cussing, the working ‘fucking’ used a lot

a/n: y’all wanted poly, y’all got poly. i’m building up to the relationship. this is literally mostly ethan\charlie with reader. no worries i’m making more parts.

after you heard all of that earlier, you just wanted to shower and nap it off. the thought of ethan liking you just stuck in your mind. you don’t know why, or how, but it just stuck with you.

as you get ready for your shower, you hear your door open and close.

“hey baby.” it was charlie.

“hey!! i’m naked get out!!”, you spoke with a laugh at the end grabbing the nearest towel to cover yourself with.

“don’t act like i haven’t seen all of you already.” charlie said with a smirk. you rolled your eyes at his comment, walking to the bathroom to take a shower. he followed soon after.

“can i join? please mamas.” he came behind you and put his hands around your waist with his head on your shoulder.

“you’re so dramatic.” you told him as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever. imma go grab some clothes, wait for me.” he kissed your cheek and walked out of the bathroom.

his room was not to far from yours so you knew it would take him like 30 seconds.

about 10 seconds later you were in your robe watching tv waiting for charlie. you suddenly heard a knock on your door.

“bae you can’t just walk in?” you said towards the door.

“sorry, it’s ethan.”

“oh shit.” you thought. you were literally butt ass naked and he was at your door. what could he want? plus you just fucking said the word ‘bae’ and you hope and pray that he doesn’t question it. after what happened today day you kinda didn’t want to much interaction with him. not because he liked you, but because you were afraid of your own feelings towards him.

you got up and opened the door.

“what’s up? i’m kinda busy right now.” you were kinda annoyed at the moment since he literally came out of no where, but he probably didn’t mean no harm so you ignored it.

he looked you up and down quickly.

“sorry for interrupting but i was wondering if i could talk to you? it’s kinda important.”

“uhhh, yeah sure but make it quick cuz i have to hop in the shower.” he responded with “ok” and then you stood by the door to let him in, closing it after. you walked to the edge of your bed and sat down. while ethan just stood up straight and looked at you.

you just reminded yourself that charlie will be back any second, so you wanted to rush this even more so he doesn’t find out about you and his ‘secret’.

“you can sit down.” you almost laughed a little bit at his shyness, he was kinda cute. wait, what are you saying???

“oh sorry.” he sat down beside you.

just when he was about to say something, charlie walked in.

“ba- what’s he doin in here?” he looked at you with his clothes in his hands as ethan and you stare at him.

*charlies pov*

as i came in the room and saw ethan with y/n, the feeling happend in my stomach once again. like why is he even in there?? is she cheating on me?? i didn’t know what to think. i’d be damned if i let him steal her from me.

*your pov*

“he said he has something important to tell me. i was just wondering what it was.” you told him.

“am i interrupting something? i can go and we can talk some other time.”

charlie looked at you for a second, then looked at him.

“no, tell me what you need to so it can be over with.” you said to him, really ready for him to get out before charlie says something insane.

“i kinda want to talk in private.”

“listen ethan, we both know you like my girlfriend. and whatever the fuck you’re gonna ask her the answer is no. now get out.” he walked to the door and opened it gesturing him to leave.

you just stared at him wide eyed. holy shit…he just told him.

*ethans pov*

wait a damn minute, charlie is dating y/n?!?! i couldn’t believe it. charlie….out of all people, charlie??? he doesn’t even like me that damn much and know i know why.

for some reason, knowing he’s with y/n is boosting my confidence to ask her out, just to make him mad.

“well…y/n would you like to go out with me? forget about charlie.” i looked at her. even tho i never really dated anybody, i knew damn well i could take y/n from charlie.

*your pov*

what the fuck? there’s no way he just asked me out when charlie quite literally just told him we’re dating.

“what the fuck did you just say bro?”

charlie said, slowly walking to ethan.

“okay this is deal!” you stood up.

“both of y’all get the hell out, and we’ll finish this shit later. i still haven’t took my shower. get to stepping.”

ethan got up and left, looking dead in charlie’s eyes and hitting shoulders as he walked out.

“but baby, we was supposed to shower together.”

“i don’t care, get out. i need some me time for a few hours.” you were fed up with everything today, it was all stressing you out to much. you needed a shower, and sleep, now.

“fine, i’ll see you later.” charlie spoke to you as he left and shut the door behind him.

*time skip 30 minutes*

*charlies pov*

as i’m sitting on the couch in the living room next to mickey watching tv, ethan comes downstairs and sits on the other couch.

i just stare at him for a few seconds, waiting to see if he says something out of line.

i want to punch him so hard, break his nose even. embarrass him in front of everyone.

“why are you staring at me?” ethan said to me.

“you got me fucked up ethan. why would you still ask her out knowing damn well me and her are together.”

mickey eyed both of us.

“what’s going on with you two?”

i ignored mickeys question and continued talking to ethan.

“fucking cornball.” i added.

“don’t be mad at me because y/n doesn’t want you anymore.”

“since when did you grow some damn balls ethan? huh?” i was getting madder by the second.

“woah woah woah, you’re dating y/n? i fuckin knew it.” mickey said to me.

“yeah, they’d tried to keep it a secret until charlie fucked it up like he does everything else. i don’t even understand why she even likes him to begin with to be honest.”

i saw ethan’s face slightly get red.

“i’ve know y/n way before your sloppy ass even became ghost face, the hell you talking about? she’ll never like you. just give it up.”

“who’s give a damn how long you’ve known her? at least i know when her fucking birthday is! we had to literally take you to the store last minute might i add because your stupid ass forgot!”

“really?? you sound jealous because she loves me, not you. your a literal L bro.”

“okay guys knock it off. let’s just settle this and finish it some other time, y’all are gonna wake roman up from his nap. and you don’t wanna do that.”

mickey told us, before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

“whatever.” ethan said, getting up and leaving.

*your pov*

as you’re chilling on the bed you heard people arguing downstairs. you knew exactly who it was going back and forth.

you were just so fucking tired and stressed that you didn’t even bother getting in the middle.

why must they fight over you? when you want both of them.

a/n: i really hope you enjoyed @ellll3458 @randymeeksistheloml !!! i’m working on part 3 don’t worry!

#slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #slashers #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ghostface x reader #charlie walker #charlie walker x reader #ghostface

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harrywavycurly · 1 year ago

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Walk in the Park Part 1: Welcome Home

Masterlist: here

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this and please don’t ask where her name came from it took me ages to think of it😂✨

*Eddie doesn’t quite know what to think of you and that’s perfectly fine with you*

“Hey,” Eddie jumps slightly at the sound of your voice shouting at him from the end of his driveway. “Sorry didn’t meant to scare you, I’m just here to welcome you to the neighborhood.” You explain as you give him a small wave, he places the box that was in his hands down by his feet so he can return the gesture.

“Thanks.” You just smile as you take a few steps closer so you can bend down and grab the box at his feet and before he can even begin to protest you’re already headed for his front door. “I’m Eddie.” He says introducing himself to you as he follows you into house. “You don’t have to do that.” You just ignore him as you place the box on the counter in the small kitchen.

“Actually I do because I’m not only the welcoming committee I’m also the moving help.” You take a look around the kitchen to make sure everything looks good and you roll your eyes when you see a flower shaped air freshener sitting by the oven. “Sorry Gina must’ve forgotten to take this when she moved out.” You mumble as you reach over and snatch it so you can place it in your pocket.

“Uh that’s actually mine.” You feel your cheeks get hot as you look at Eddie who’s rubbing the back of his neck and looking everywhere but at you. You silently thank him for letting you avoid the awkward eye contact. “My daughter picked it out she said it’ll make the kitchen pretty.” You just nod your head as you put it back on the counter.

“She has great taste it does add a certain level of sophisticated beauty to this otherwise kinda sad looking kitchen” Eddie chuckles as he sneaks a look at you while you have your head turned so you can check to make sure the microwave works. He can tell by the way you have a set of keys hanging from your belt loop that you must work for the community in some way. “So you have me for two hours and then I have to go check on Fred who lives three houses down from you and he’s a great guy if you ever need to borrow a bottle of whiskey or two.” Eddie doesn’t know how to respond to you so he just nods his head and gives you a tight lipped smile, you realize that he must have no clue what you’re talking about so you just turn so you’re facing him and look him right in the eyes.

“I’ll give you the run down on who to avoid and who to befriend if you’d like?” Eddie just shrugs as he moves the box on the counter to make room for a few more that he knows are in the back of his van.

“Okay.” You smile and head out of the kitchen and out the front door to grab another box while Eddie rushes after you.

“Let’s start with Fred he’s on both lists because with him it depends on his mood but for the most part he’s harmless.” You explain as you grab a small box that has the name Alison on it. “Where’s this going?” Eddie looks at the name on the box and you don’t miss how his face sort of lights up as he takes it from you.

“Sorry these are her most prized possessions and I swore I’d put then in a safe spot until she’s here to unpack it.” He explains with a small smile and you just nod as you grab another box.

“Love a man that keeps his promises.” Eddie just laughs and you can tell by the sound of it that it’s genuine and that makes you smile because so far you were certain he was righting you off as the nosey neighborhood weirdo. You follow him back into the house and place the box next to the first one you brought in, on the kitchen counter while he goes down the hall and turns into the spare bedroom across the hall from the master.

“So who’s on the list of people to avoid?” Eddie asks as he enters the kitchen you turn just in time to watch him put his long hair into a messy bun on the top of his head, a sight you’re very glad you got to witness because it gave you the opportunity to see a few tattoos on his lower hip peeking out from the bottom of his tank top.

“Ah that’s my favorite list.” You joke making Eddie raise an eyebrow as you head back out to the van to get more boxes. “The one who tops it all is Lisa in lot ten she is meaner than a junk yard dog.” Eddie looks down the street to see if he can get a look at Lisa’s front yard from his driveway. “She doesn’t ever leave her house unless it’s to sit on her porch and yell at people, her sons come visit every week and they are sweethearts.” You add and Eddie feels himself blush when he looks over and sees you bent over reaching for a box that’s towards the front of the van, he’s quick to look away when you finally get a hold of it.

“How do you know all this?” He asks as he takes the box out of your hands so you can grab another one.

“Oh it’s a perk of running the place.” Eddie feels his eyes widen as he realizes you’re the one he’s been emailing for the last month setting this place up for him and his little girl. “It’s nice to finally meet you by the way.” You add and Eddie just nods as you walk past him and into the house.

“Likewise.” He mumbles as he tries to mentally go through all the things he’s said to you over the past month hoping none of it was too embarrassing or weird. He takes a moment to himself standing in the middle of his driveway as he looks at the trailer hoping he’s making the right choice, he knows they need a fresh start but he just hopes Alison’s happy here because for right now that’s all he cares about.

#walk in the park series #dad!eddie munson #single!dad eddie munson #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

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sulatni-flerida11 · 2 months ago

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Typing…

premade sandwiches (the scenes in between) | old memories in one drawer | start of main story

a few months before life itself

d&d gals 👑🎀

Lizzie | 7:02 AM

[picture attached]

Seen 7:02 AM

Lizzie | 7:02 AM

Pearl and I are on our way!

Seen 7:02 AM

Katherine | 7:07 AM

Ooooo, safe travel you two !! :D

Seen 7:08 AM

Lizzie | 7:08 AM

Of course :D

Seen 7:09 AM

“Next stop, Suburban District 1.”

Pearl hands an earbud to Lizzie, the latter accepting regardless of whatever songs her friend is playing. It’s something they got used to when they were younger with their other friends – sharing music and other media they consume – and has extended to small speakers playing in their dorm, or earbuds shared in public spaces like these.

Lizzie leans into her seat as the train starts moving, then she looks at Pearl.

She treats the other like a sister, at this point. Actually, she treats their entire friend group like her sisters, her found family. Whether it be from endless cheers for her art (which Lizzie is still a bit scared to share), or being the main people she hung around when they were kids, or that they still keep in touch despite the physical distance between their group of five.

Sometimes, she’s brought back to the time it all began.

[years ago...]

“Please, just one go?”

Lizzie looks up to see two heads of ginger before her, hands clasped together. For how much they insist that they aren’t alike, Gem and Fwhip look absolutely identical right now.

“Fine,” she groans, quickly followed by Fwhip throwing his fist in the air and Gem throwing her arms around her.

“Thank you, Lizzie!” Gem laughs. “Would you be free this weekend, or some other time?”

“This weekend, just to get it over with.”

“Oh,” Fwhip calls, “bring Jimmy too, will ya?”

“So you could tease him again?” Lizzie raises a brow.

“I said sorry!”

“I’d rather not have a reason for you to say sorry in the first place, Fwhip.”

“But he’s so little!”

“I’m not little!” Jimmy butts in out of nowhere, jumping on Fwhip’s back, strangling him slightly, “I’m 9 and a half!”

“And I’m 10 and a full!” Fwhip retorts, spinning around in hopes of disorienting the other.

Gem and Lizzie laugh, but still cautiously watch their siblings as they play-fight in the school halls.

“Say Jimmy,” Gem starts, “y’think you can bring Grian to D&D?”

Jimmy drops off Fwhip and beams, “Wait, it’s actually happening!?”

“Yup!”

“Oh, joy!” Jimmy tugs Lizzie’s arm, “Can he Liz? Can he? Can he?”

“If their parents say yes, Jim.”

“Invite Pearl while you’re at it,” Fwhip suggests. “They’re also siblings, right? I’ve had the chance to talk to her in Art Club, and she seems cool.”

“Sure!” Jimmy smiles. “I’ll be sure to tell ‘im, though no promises. Last time he was put in some acting situation, he hated it.”

“Tell him to give it a go,” Gem laughs. “Who knows?”

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Fwhip | 4:06 PM

d&d group chat!!

Seen 4:13 PM

Katherine | 4:08 PM

Ooooo

Seen 4:13 PM

Shelby | 4:10 PM

is this why you asked for our contacts the last time

Seen 4:13 PM

Fwhip | 4:10 PM

yes

Seen 4:13 PM

Fwhip | 4:11 PM

and now me and gem don’t have to find lizzie or jimmy if we think of having a session

Seen 4:13 PM

Fwhip | 4:11 PM

or if any of you want to hang out

Seen 4:13 PM

Pearl | 4:12 PM

ooooo what’s this about?

Seen 4:13 PM

You accepted the message request.

Lizzie | 4:15 PM

Oh great

Seen 4:15 PM

Lizzie | 4:15 PM

More places to be bugged by the goblin

Seen 4:15 PM

Fwhip | 4:16 PM

THE GRIMLANDS WILL BE GREATER THAN YOUR SEA

Seen 4:16 PM

Lizzie | 4:16 PM

It’s the OCEAN Fwhip

Seen 4:16 PM

Joey | 4:16 PM

I’m with Lizzie here

Seen 4:16 PM

Joey | 4:17 PM

though my jungle’s still the best

Seen 4:17 PM

Shelby | 4:19 PM

you mean your avatar knock-off?

Seen 4:19 PM

Joey | 4:19 PM

YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Seen 4:19 PM

“Say guys,” Katherine starts as the group clean up their session of the day (a fight against some evil demon plotting to destroy the world), “do y’all remember me mentioning a new friend from school?”

Shelby looks up from compiling their character sheets. “The guy that just moved in your village?”

“Yeah… He’s interested in joining, if you guys don’t mind?”

The rest of the group looks at each other, as if waiting for a confirmation. The silence that comes out of the question almost makes Katherine backtrack, but Fwhip beats her to it.

“If you think he’ll fit in, then sure. The more, the merrier!”

Katherine added Joel to the chat.

“Is Grian ever coming back to a D&D session?” Fwhip asks curiously, while Jimmy and Joel share a look.

“He’ll only come back if it means annoying one of them,” Pearl reasons, “though honestly, I don’t think he finds these games that interesting.”

Lizzie rolls the dice in her hand as she asks, “Will he still be showing up at our hangouts?”

Pearl shakers her head. “Unless we’re doing something other than D&D.”

“I’ll take that,” Jimmy says. “One less person to make fun of my slime trades.”

Joel scoffs. “I do still think it’s kinda stupid.”

“Oh one day Joel, one day, you’ll be forced with this kind of deal and you would NOT be able to say no. Mark my words.”

Jimmy | 7:06 PM

since when was THIS a thing ???

Seen 7:20 PM

Katherine | 7:10 PM

???

Seen 7:20 PM

Gem | 7:10 PM

What.

Seen 7:20 PM

Fwhip | 7:10 PM

jimmy what

Seen 7:20 PM

Joel | 7:12 PM

you mean you’ve been invited here for longer than me yet i’ve chatted first ???

Seen 7:20 PM

Joel | 7:13 PM

boy do you not check your message requests ?

Seen 7:20 PM

Jimmy | 7:15 PM

Seen 7:20 PM

Jimmy | 7:15 PM

i’ve never seen this before ???

Seen 7:20 PM

Pearl | 7:16 PM

this has been a thing for months now ??

Seen 7:20 PM

Jimmy | 7:16 PM

is this where lizzie gets the hangouts and party info ???

Seen 7:20 PM

Gem | 7:17 PM

Jimmy…

Seen 7:20 PM

Jimmy | 7:18 PM

oh my god

Seen 7:20 PM

Jimmy | 7:22 PM

LIZZIE I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING THROUGH THE WALL SHUT UP

Seen 8:25 PM

Lizzie | 7:28 PM

Oh my god I'm never letting you forget this

Seen 7:28 PM

Jimmy | 7:29 PM

YOU BETTER HIDE IMMA TACKLE YA I SWEAR

Seen 7:29 PM

The next day, Gem stares at their small group of four, trying to not act too out of the ordinary "So..."

It doesn't work. Fwhip tries to hold back his laughter as he looks at Lizzie and Jimmy, each with matching bruises on their forheads.

"Not. A. Word." Lizzie stares him down, which just makes Fwhip burst out loud.

"Look - I expected Jimmy, but Lizzie?"

"Oh you shut up," Jimmy groans, readying to tackle Fwhip now. Even though Fwhip initiates the rough play between them (it's their love language, don't worry), almost all times, their bits end with Fwhip laughing and gasping out "mercy!" or the like, with the few exceptions being when he has help from Joel or their other friends.

The latter stops, running away from the bruised pair with his hands up.

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You and three others have been added by Katherine.

Katherine | 3:48 PM

hey guys!!!

Seen 4:28 PM

Katherine | 3:49 PM

or gals

Seen 4:28 PM

Katherine | 3:49 PM

whatever

Seen 4:28 PM

Pearl | 4:16 PM

what do we have here now huh

Seen 4:28 PM

You accepted the message request.

Lizzie | 4:30 PM

Was the separation from the boys necessary

Seen 4:30 PM

Gem | 4:31 PM

Oh please

Seen 4:31 PM

Gem | 4:31 PM

I might not have come up of this

Seen 4:31 PM

Gem | 4:32 PM

But you have to admit that the boys are a bit rowdy sometimes

Seen 4:32 PM

Shelby | 4:32 PM

and loud

Seen 4:32 PM

Gem | 4:32 PM

And messy

Seen 4:33 PM

Lizzie | 4:33 PM

Okay, okay I get it

Seen 4:33 PM

Katherine | 4:36 PM

honestly I made this because Mom wants us to have a girls’s day

Seen 4:37 PM

Katherine | 4:36 PM

because the boys hang out by themselves too sometimes

Seen 4:37 PM

Pearl | 4:40 PM

that’s fair

Seen 4:40 PM

Pearl | 4:40 PM

I’d be down!

Seen 4:40 PM

Gem | 4:41 PM

Yeah!

Seen 4:41 PM

Lizzie | 4:41 PM

Same here!

Seen 4:41 PM

Shelby | 4:42 PM

when would the first one be!?

Seen 4:42 PM

Shelby | 6:16 PM

hey everyoneee

Seen 6:18 PM

Katherine | 6:17 PM

Shelby :D

Seen 6:18 PM

Shelby | 6:17 PM

i don’t know how weird this is to ask

Seen 6:18 PM

Shelby | 6:17 PM

but

Seen 6:18 PM

Shelby | 6:17 PM

on our next meet-up

Seen 6:18 PM

Shelby | 6:17 PM

can i have some of your guys pics?

Seen 6:18 PM

Shelby | 6:17 PM

just 1x1 ones

Seen 6:18 PM

Lizzie | 6:19 PM

What for?

Seen 6:19 PM

Shelby | 6:20 PM

uhm

Seen 6:20 PM

Shelby | 6:21 PM

the other people in my high school are doing this thing of putting pictures of their friend groups in the backs of their phone casee

Seen 6:21 PM

Shelby | 6:21 PM

since we’re graduating and all that

Seen 6:21 PM

Shelby | 6:22 PM

you guys are still the best friends i got

Seen 6:22 PM

Shelby | 6:22 PM

so yeah

Seen 6:22 PM

Shelby | 6:23 PM

may i have a picture from each of you?

Seen 6:23 PM

Gem | 6:23 PM

Aw Shelby

Seen 6:23 PM

Gem | 6:23 PM

Of course!

Seen 6:23 PM

Lizzie | 6:23 PM

Oh I look a bit off in my recent ID picture

Seen 6:23 PM

Shelby | 6:23 PM

that’s fine!

Seen 6:23 PM

Pearl | 6:24 PM

I’m willing to give one if you trade me one in return Shelby

Seen 6:24 PM

Katherine | 6:24 PM

Hold on

Seen 6:24 PM

Katherine | 6:24 PM

Is this gonna be a thing now too ??

Seen 6:24 PM

Pearl | 6:25 PM

what

Seen 6:25 PM

Katherine | 6:25 PM

What if we exchange id pics every year?

Seen 6:25 PM

Lizzie | 6:26 PM

That sounds nice

Seen 6:26 PM

[present day...]

“You have arrived in Urban District 1.”

[2 notifications]

Jimmy | 1 new message

Gem | 3 new messages

Jimmy | 7:30 AM

you guys there yet?

Seen 7:35 AM

Lizzie | 7:35 AM

We are!

Not seen

Lizzie | 7:35 AM

Just got out of the station

Not seen

Gem | 7:26 AM

Lizzieeeee

Seen 7:36 AM

Gem | 7:26 AM

[picture attached]

Seen 7:36 AM

Gem | 7:26 AM

We’re here now

Seen 7:36 AM

Gem | 7:36 AM

Oh nevermind look up

Seen 7:36 AM

Lizzie and Pearl might as well be knocked off their feet at the sudden “hug attack,” their childhood friends wrapping their arms around them. Of course, the pair quickly return the hug as laughter and excited chatter fill the air.

---

“What’s that on the back of your phone case, Liz?”

Lizzie looks up from her collage to Jimmy, standing with a mug of steaming hot something, (Lizzie smells coffee, maybe from a certain rancher). Joel and Grian trail behind, Grian interrupting her phone peacefully on the dining room table by picking it up and observing the back.

“You look like you had fun lately,” Grian pokes fun at her, light hearted. “Last time I saw your case, it was four squares like 4 Pics, 1 Word.”

“That from your latest hangout?” Jimmy asks, and Lizzie nods with a smile.

“Mhmm. Katherine bought a polaroid camera recently, and she had us pose five different times for each of us.”

“That sounds nice,” Grian comments. “How long have you known them again?”

“Longer than she knew me,” Joel half jokes.

“He’s not wrong,” Lizzie laughs, “but with how we are ‘til now…”

She grins, looking back at her collage – it’s a compilation of pictures with her, Pearl, Gem, Katherine, and Shelby. Some pictures feature them in preschool, in matching uniforms and missing teeth. More pictures have them wearing different clothes and looking older, pictures taken by her parents during the playdates they had when they had time in elementary. Eventually going to different schools made it harder to find common gaps in their schedules, but it makes them treasure their times together more. Most are taken when Lizzie got the go signal to dye her hair pink, when Shelby was allowed to go outside more because she graduated, when Katherine got more piercings, when their group was allowed to meet-up without any parental supervision because they’re ending their teenage years and stepping into adulthood.

And there’s one picture, the latest one, taken in a self-service photo booth they paid with their own savings. The single sheet had eight different poses, each a testament to how much they’ve grown over the years since they first met each other.

“... I’d say I’ve known them forever.”

After some minutes when the glue is dry, Lizzie retrieves the collage she made, admiring it a bit before putting it in a photo album in her drawer. She fishes out her phone, typing a quick message before falling asleep.

d&d gals 👑🎀

Lizzie | 10:57 PM

Say guys

Not seen

Lizzie | 10:57 PM

Mind holding the next meet-up in a shorter amount of time than this one?

Not seen

A/N: i miss empires smp, so i took this as an opportunity to add the empires crew as the first group of friends lizzie, pearl, joel, and jimmy have. gem's character would also be explored on more in the main story, while the rest may just be supporting characters.

if it wasn't obvious, lizzie & jimmy and pearl & grian are siblings, and fwhip & gem are twins (yes empires references -).

#htbahb text au #htbahb's premade sandwiches #ldshadowlady #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #katherine elizabeth #shubble #fwhip #jimmy solidarity #and some minor #joey graceffa #joel smallishbeans #sulat ni flerida #I MISS EMPIRES SMP #couldn't help myself #seablings #roseblings #skyblings #i guess

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Gale/ Rolan drama pt. 9

Read all of me on A03

Mayhem and Madness

Okay BIG trigger warning for smut. Fem Tav, human.

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I (Sasha) was romancing both Gale and Wyll. Sister (Marlie) is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

“Damnation, how can I make things right if you won’t even let me speak to her.”

“You made her cry, Rolan.” Marlie’s voice is radiating impatience.

He says nothing for a moment, I hope he feels bad.

“She’s always crying…” he finally mutters. I roll my eyes, sending Marlie a vision of a dramatic facepalm. I hear her snort in response on the other side of the door.

“Not the point. Now go away.”

“I can’t.” Rolan's voice sounds strained, almost achingly so, “Lia will not give me peace until I fix this.”

“Not my problem.”

I get to my feet with a sigh and open the door of the bedroom I’m taking refuge in. “It’s okay, sis. I’ll at least hear him out.”

“No you won’t.” Marlie's tone is matter of fact, “I’ve got a Silence scroll I've been dying to use, let him say one more rude word...”

“I’d Counterspell it,” Rolan grumbles looking infuriated.

“Really Marlie, it’s fine. I’ll do it for Lia’s sake.” I turn and walk back into the room, Rolan’s quick angry footsteps follow me.

I plop down on one side of the sunken bed and gesture for him to sit on the other. He shakes his head, “This won’t take long.”

“Oh really?” I draw my legs up to sit criss-cross. “Go ahead then, stand there like you're on display.”

He lets out a deep breath between gritted teeth, before coming over to the mattress and perching at the edge of it.

“I…well... I…”

I blink at him, “Yes Rolan, you?”

He visibly gathers himself before responding, humility is very painful for him. "First of all, l apologize. For lashing out at you. Drunkenly, soberly. I should never have yelled…what I did.” He pauses in his intense study of the threadbare coverlet beneath him to look at me. He looks sober and coherent, for the most part. That’s good.

“Great,” I say, “I’m sorry too.”

He cocks his head, surprised. “For what?”

“I should’ve left you alone, after your rescue. I don’t know what I was thinking pushing your buttons like that when emotions were already running so high.”

“Oh,” he pushes his hair back over his horns, “my rescue, yes…it seems I owe you and your sister a great deal…” he’s not bothering to cover his ears with his hair today. They’re surprisingly delicate, almost elf-like. Cute.

“Look, as much fun as this is Rolan, just tell Lia we’re good, okay?” I reach out to pat his back, but think better of it half way there. “Tell her you groveled and all is forgiven.”

“You don’t understand,” Rolan turns his body to face me, “she wants me to DO something for you.”

I make a face, “Like what? Why?”

“You're very dear to her and, damn it, after all she's been through it's the least I can do." He turns away from me again, now addressing the far wall of the bedroom. "She suggested, perhaps, a magic lesson.”

I laugh out loud, he turns a darker shade of red but I ignore it. “Thanks, but that would be a waste of time. I’ve already had a "moment of magic" with your so-called Weave, it didn't go well. I think Mystra hates me.”

He scoffs and regards me with a golden eye, “I could almost believe that. But perhaps you simply had a terrible teacher.”

“I didn’t.”

“Obviously you did, if they failed to impart so simple a concept.”

“Rude, Rolan.”

He takes a deep deep breath and then in one smooth motion kneels down on the floor next to the bed. “Sasha."

I frown at him, what is he playing at?

He looks almost sincere, and pained, as he fixes that golden stare on my face. "Please, allow me to attempt this so that I can appease my recently kidnapped sister.”

“Get up, Rolan.”

“Zurgan, must you be so willfull?"

"Don't you Infernal at me! I don't WANT anything from you. You and I have done enough harm to each other."

He does not move, only glares at me, his tail flicking behind him in obvious irritation.

I look up at the ceiling, this has been such a long day. "Can you please just leave?'

"Not until you agree!” He punctuates this with a loud thump from his tail on the bed. I jump a little and we both look startled.

“Don’t go breaking your tail, now.” I snicker at my own joke, if only to keep the tears at bay. It works. "Fine. I'll agree to this, but just know I'm doing this for Lia, not for you."

“As am I,” he says standing up and brushing off his knees, “ Very well. Come over here.”

“What, right now?”

“Yes!” He looks like he wants to throttle me, I know how he feels.

As I move over to his side of the room he casts something that closes both the door and the window. “To minimize distractions.” He explains brusquely when I raise my eyebrows at him.

He holds out a clawed hand, I take it hesitantly. His grip is delicate but firm. “Wow, you’re really warm.”

He clears his throat, “Yes. Now focus. I will be the conduit…” his further explanation is straight forward only slightly varied from what I remember with Gale. He doesn’t require that I do any hand motions but is still very insistent that I get the verbal component correct. Since this is where I dropped the ball last time, my stomach clenches and I hesitate. He makes a motion with his head as if prompting me. I open my mouth, and I feel all the air leave my lungs in a rush, as if there’s a force emanating from Rolan that propels the words from my gut and out into the universe.

I stare at him wide eyed as an image consumes my mind, a bit like the tadpole connection.

I see myself naked and sweating, breasts bouncing, body writhing. My face is contorted with ecstasy as a horned person buries their sharp incisors into the soft flesh below my collar bone. I cry out as I feel their ridged member sliding in and out of my womanhood. Claws dig into my hips, grinding greedily with need. “Yes! Yes!” I scream, almost weeping with the intensity of it, I’m so close, so close to something. A hot wet mouth closes down over mine and the metallic taste of blood dances on our tongues. I open my eyes and it’s Rolan’s face above me, loving me. Fucking me.

I sit down hard upon the wooden floor. The air is knocked out of me, I see spots and I’m reeling.

“What…what…” it’s Rolan’s voice, he sounds breathless, he’s lying flat on his back, “what the FUCK was that?” He manages finally.

“I don’t- are you alright?” I try to crawl over to him but my legs feel weak. My core is throbbing almost painfully and I feel very…damp.

Something grips me, I look down and see Rolan’s tail is wrapped around my calf. I can feel the ridges pressing into my skin. “Ah, Rolan… would you please…”

I turn back to him and his face is inches from mine, his eyes are almost black, the pupils blown wide. “Is that what you want?” He licks his lips, “why would you show me that?”

“I-I didn’t." My heart is pounding, but I don't move away. "I don’t know what happened.”

“Liar.” He breathes, flashing his fangs. The kiss is messy, hungry, passionate. Heat radiates from every part of him. His hands are on my back, cupping my hips, caressing my breasts.

“Gods below-” my nipples harden beneath his ministrations and heat blossoms in me. His hair tickles my face and as I reach up to smooth it back my fingers brush the ringed base of his horns. He growls in response, pressing me down, climbing on top of me. He tastes like fire and spiced wine, he smells intoxicating, faintly of rose water.

Rose water, I've smelled that before, yes last time I worked the Weave with Gale...

I moan into his mouth, trying desperately to speak between deep kisses, “R-rolan...wait, ah-…”

I gasp as he drags his sharp teeth down the curve of my neck. Clawed fingertips graze over my skin beneath my blouse. His knees are between my thighs and I vaguely wonder if he can feel my desire.

“How dare you,” he mutters against me, "...maddening." He sounds absolutely ragged as his lips trace the line of my jaw, his hot breath burning.

I tug at his hair and our lips crash together again. His mouth is perfect, I whimper as his tongue sweeps against mine. I want more…I want it all…

And then he’s getting to his feet, adjusting his robes. I feel a strong pull as he moves away, his tail is still wrapped around me. He lets out an infernal curse, jerking it after him with his hand. The door shuts firmly behind him.

I slowly raise up onto my elbows and make my way to the bed. My hair has come undone, messy curls tumbling around my shoulders and into my eyes. As I go to gather it back, I notice a couple of scratches on the hand Rolan was holding.

Fuck. I rub a finger on my tender lips.

What just happened? Was it the Weave, the magic? Or was that vision Rolan’s doing? Was it mine?

Marlie comes in after a couple of minutes, the sounds of chatter behind her increase as she opens the door. “You all right?”

“Yes,” I reply, I clear my throat, “I think he and I are okay now.”

“Oh good.”

“Yeah.”

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