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Platonic yandere lost boys
Notes- I’ve had this idea for an au in my head for a while now after reading the lost boys daughter au by @bella-goths-wife. I don’t usually post so sorry if the quality isn’t the best (I’m also from the UK so I might get some slang mixed up 😭).
Warnings- Light yandere behaviour (Reader is unaware), Non violent kidnapping
• You moved to Santa Carla when you were young- around 6 or 7.
• After a fatal illness stole your father’s life- you, your mum and your two half siblings packed your bags and left for the coastal town.
• Unlike your siblings, you seemed to instantly fall in love with Santa Carla. Your little eyes wide as you took in the beauty of the vast beaches with their towering palm trees.
• To say you settled in quick would be an understatement.
• It was only a month or two after moving that you first met them.
• Your siblings, much to their dismay, had been tasked with watching over you for the night.
• The moment your mother had left you to do her ‘adult chores’ (no one had bothered to tell you what she was actually doing) the two of them were quick to do their own thing.
• Kelly, being 16, left to go and chat up a couple of guys with her friends.
• Sean stuck with you a little longer than his sister had, however upon seeing a group of kids from school, the 14 year old mumbled some half-hearted excuse and told you to stay by the carousel before promptly ditching you.
• So that left you, a defenceless child, all alone.
• You weren’t particularly bothered, after all, this wasn’t the first time they had left you by yourself.
• You found it interesting to watch all the different people go by.
• Santa Carla was a lot more diverse in terms of population compared to your previous home.
• There, you had lived a pretty sheltered life. Only exposed to a small slice of the world. Everyone there was like you. Or at least, like your family.
• Here though, everyone was different.
• You thought it was amazing.
• Dwayne noticed you first. An alarmingly young child sat by the carousel all by yourself. He didn’t usually take much notice of the people around him, but seeing you alone had awakened some long forgotten feeling from within.
• He wasn’t sure if that uncomfortable squirming in his stomach was some strange vampiric instinct Max had failed to tell them about, or if there was still some humanity left in his unbeating heart.
• Either way, it put him on edge.
• The others were quick to notice Dwayne’s change in demeanour. Particularly David- the self appointed leader of the pack.
• Every now and again the brunette’s gaze would drift over to the carousel, land on you, and then flitter around in search for someone who may be looking after you.
• Needless to say, he couldn’t find anyone.
• After around an hour David grew tired of his partner’s divided attention, and suggested they just ask you where your parents were.
• You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little intimidated by the four men who for some reason had decided to surround you.
• Dwayne crouched down, so that he was at your level, and regarded you thoughtfully. He didn’t smile, but his expression wasn’t exactly threatening either.
• He asked where your parents were, and upon finding out you had no idea, offered to stay with you until someone came looking for you.
• David left, refusing to be seen with a child, and dragged a conflicted Marco with him.
• Much to Dwayne’s surprise, Paul stayed, although it was obvious he was too high to understand what was actually going on.
• For the rest of the night, you stuck by Dwayne’s side as he guided you through the busy crowds of the boardwalk.
• Eventually the three of you stopped at a stall selling handmade jewellery.
• You couldn’t help but stare at one of the necklaces laid out on display.
• To your young brain, it was beautiful.
• The necklace was made of leather, with beads and feathers hanging from a knot at the end.
• Dwayne noticed the way you fixated on the jewellery.
• “Do you like the necklace?”
• You nodded, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically shy. You knew your mama hated jewellery like that. If she were here, she’d scoff and call it ‘tacky’.
• Dwayne didn’t reply. Instead, he turned his attention to the woman running the stall.
• He waited until she had turned away, before snatching the necklace and grabbing your hand.
• You had to jog to keep up with his giant steps.
• Once you were a fair distance from the woman, Dwayne bent to your level and carefully fixed the necklace round your neck.
• It was ridiculously long for you, but you didn’t care.
• “You shouldn’t steal.” You said, looking up at him with an innocent frown.
• Behind you, Paul cracked up laughing, making you flinch at the sudden loud noise. A large hand came down to rest on your little shoulder as Paul crouched next to you.
• He looked between you and Dwayne with a grin, “Hear that Dwayne? Little missy here’s telling you off.”
• Dwayne chuckled slightly at Paul’s comment, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground, as if trying to compose himself.
• When he finally met your eyes, he sent you a gentle smile.
• “Stealing’s only bad if you get caught. If nobody knows you did it then it doesn’t count.” You blinked, not entirely understanding his logic but trusting him nonetheless.
• “Yeah- no point in paying for shit when you can just steal it,” Paul chimed in, patting your head as he stood up.
• Dwayne sent his lover a stern look at his vulgar language but didn’t say anything.
• The three of you continued wandering around for some time after that. You weren’t sure how long it had been since your siblings had abandoned you, but it felt like hours. Your feet had become sore from walking so much, and you were struggling to keep up with Paul and Dwayne’s pace.
• Thankfully, you eventually ran into Sean, who seemed slightly disturbed by the two men you were accompanied by.
• You were surprised by his mistrust towards them: after-all, they had been very kind to you. A small smile graced your face as you remembered the necklace that hung limply from your neck.
• Well, you didn’t care what Sean thought of them. They were nice to you. Nicer than your real family.
• After that incident, you began noticing Dwayne and his other friends more whenever you visited the boardwalk at night.
• Sometimes you’d run away from Sean and Kelly, preferring the attention you got from Dwayne and Marko.
• You were introduced to Marko not long after meeting Dwayne and Paul.
• He had greeted you with a lot more energy than the other two, surprisingly happy to meet you.
• You liked Marko a lot. He always seemed excited to see you, and never grew tired of playing games like hide and seek.
• David, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure on.
• He never spoke directly to you, in fact, you weren’t sure he ever looked directly at you either.
• One night you had asked Dwayne why David didn’t like you. He simply gave you a sad smile and said, “He will one day, Y/n, just give him time.”
• Unbeknownst to you, David did like you.
• He liked the way you giggled at Paul’s jokes. The way you squealed with joy when you caught up to Marko in a game of tag. The way you stared up at Dwayne with absolute adoration every time he spoke.
• It pissed him off how much he liked having you around.
• After all, you weren’t their kid. You already had a family. A neglectful one at that- but a family all the same.
• You weren’t theirs.
• You should be, David thought, watching your face light up as Paul somehow managed to win you a giant bear at a carnival game. You fit in with the pack perfectly. He had never understood Max’s desire to start a family until you had shown up. Whilst at first David couldn’t stand the thought of being seen with such a young child, he now felt a strange, sick sort pride when people saw you with them.
• Unfortunately, he wasn’t the best at showing it.
• But for now, that didn’t matter. You had been living in Santa Carla for around 6 months, and most nights were spent with at least one of the boys.
• You never questioned why they were so eager to see you all the time, or why you only ever saw them when the sun was down and the moon was out.
• To your naive, 6 year old brain, those details were irrelevant.
• Your big sister Kelly, however, thought otherwise.
• She had brought up your strange company over dinner one evening. As per usual, your mother was out, so she had left her eldest daughter in charge food, which unsurprisingly meant that the three of you had ended up eating greasy pizza from a takeaway.
• “You need to stop running off with those creeps, Y/n,” she had told you sternly, taking a small bite out of the slice of pizza in her hand.
• Your gaze dropped down to your lap, and you anxiously began fiddling with your fingers. You hated being told off.
• “But they’re nice to me,” you looked back up and met her eyes timidly, “And they spend more time with me then you two,” you added, looking over at Sean, who kept his eyes firmly fixed on the food in front of him.
• Kelly scoffed at that. “I don’t care how much you like them. You’re 6! Mum’s gonna kill us if she finds out me and Sean left you by yourself!”
• You flinched at her harsh tone, tears beginning to gather in your eyes.
• Sean finally looked up from his food, immediately noticing your distress.
• Your head was bowed, so he couldn’t properly see your face, but a fat droplet falling onto your plate told him all he needed to know.
• “We just don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said gently, leaning in slightly.
• Unfortunately, his words seemed to provide no comfort whatsoever, as you jumped down from you chair and ran out of the room.
• Sean scowled at Kelly.
• “That went well.” He snapped, shoving another slice of pizza into his mouth.
• She glared back at him, “I’m trying to make sure our sister doesn’t get kidnapped.”
• “…Half-sister.” Sean mumbled through the food in his mouth.
• “Yeah.. well she’s still our responsibility- mum’s too busy to help.” Kelly replied, unaware that you were hidden behind the door, listening in.
• You had no idea what a ‘half sister’ was, so hearing Sean’s comment made your throat tighten uncomfortably as you fought another fresh wave of tears. You didn’t understand why you were only ‘half’ a sister. Were you not good enough for him?
• Sean had always been nicer to you than Kelly, but suddenly you weren’t so sure either of them liked you that much.
• Not wanting to hear any more of their conversation, you ran upstairs to your room and buried yourself under the covers.
• You fell asleep quickly. Crying always seemed to make you tired.
• It wasn’t until at least a week later that you were able to see the boys again.
• Your siblings had made sure to keep you in sight every time you went to the boardwalk.
• Fortunately for you, there was a concert one night.
• The crowds made it easy for you to slip out of Sean’s hand and run away as far as possible.
• You weren’t even looking for Dwayne and his friends, really. You just wanted to get away from Sean and Kelly- their conversation about you still fresh in your mind.
• Despite this, you ended up running into David.
• He was leant up against some metal railing, a lit cigarette hanging leisurely from between his lips as he listened to whatever the woman beside him was talking about.
• You weren’t sure what to do. None of the others were around, and you didn’t want to be walking around the boardwalk alone, but you still weren’t entirely sure David actually liked you. Sure- he had never been outright rude to you, but there was something about the way you’d catch him staring at you that creeped you out.
• After significant hesitation, you walked over, your stomach twisting into knots as you caught his eye.
• He seemed slightly surprised to see you, but not necessarily unwelcoming.
• The blonde woman beside him took a step closer to you before squatting down and holding your hands in hers.
• “Are you lost sweetie?” She questioned, her head tilted slightly and her lips curving up into a gentle smile.
• Your eyes jumped from hers to David’s, unsure of what to say.
• He came closer and rested a hand on your small shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze. You blinked. This was new.
• “Alyssa, this is my daughter- Y/n.”
• You kept your expression neutral, but internally you were just as shocked as this ‘Alyssa’ woman was.
• “Oh! I didnt realise you..” She started, before trailing off, processing the new information.
• “Well, it’s not something I usually tell people right off the bat,” David replied, completely unfazed by the whole interaction.
• He glanced down at you, almost theatrically, before looking back up and meeting the blonde girl’s eye. “Her mum’s a total druggie, so it’s just us two now,” he continued, lowering his voice slightly with a crestfallen expression.
• Alyssa rubbed your knuckles pityingly before standing back up to her full height and looking at David. “I’m sorry- that’s terrible. Y/n is lucky to have you as a father.”
• David just smiled at that, before glancing down at you, “Y/n, Marko and Paul are hanging around the video store- why don’t you go and say hi. They’ve missed you.”
• You nodded eagerly, offering up a quick goodbye to the pair before running over to the video store, almost tripping over your own feet in your haste.
• You weren’t sure why David had introduced you as his daughter to that nice lady, but you weren’t completely opposed to the idea. David might be scary, you thought, but he would certainly make a pretty cool dad, with his spiky blonde hair and long black trench-coat.
• By the time you had reached the entrance to the store, you were completely out of breath, breathing in short, excited gasps as you walked in.
• For a moment, you were distracted by all the screens. You had never seen so many TV’s in one place, it was hard to know which one to look at.
• Suddenly, a hand came down to rest on your back, jolting you out of your thoughts.
• Turning around, you were surprised to find a man who seemed to be in his 40s or 50s (you weren’t particularly good with ages) smiling down at you.
• He wore a pair of pale rimmed glasses and his brown hair was nearly combed into a side part. The complete opposite of who you were looking for.
• Max knew exactly who you were. He had overheard the boys talking about you numerous times when they thought he was out of earshot, and additionally, he could feel it through their shared vampiric bond.
• He could feel their possessiveness every time you were with your biological family. That burning desire to protect.
• Max wasn’t at all surprised. Despite his boys’ apparent ignorance to the reason behind their strange situation, he knew exactly what was going on.
• You had unknowingly wormed your way into their pack, and they had become obsessed. Unintentionally of course, Max mused. David in particular wasn’t exactly the nurturing type. Despite that, there was little anyone could do to combat their instincts to protect the youngest member of the pack, especially with how vulnerable you were.
• “Hey kiddo, you in need of any help?”
• You blinked up at him, momentarily forgetting why you had ran into his store in the first place.
• “I um- I’m looking for my…” You trailed off, unsure of how to describe your relationship with Marko and Paul to the man.
• “Your parents?” He offered up gently, his eyebrows quirking a little.
• You shrugged timidly. Were they your parents? You weren’t sure at this point. You already had a mum, but she wasn’t around much anymore. What about your dad? You realised you couldn’t remember a whole lot about him.
• Dwayne and his friends seemed to have taken his place. Although you were starting to wonder whether they actually were his friends, or perhaps something else.
• They held hands a lot- particularly Marko and Paul. And when no one was around, sometimes you’d catch them exchanging tender kisses. It reminded you of how your mama and dad used to kiss. She’d often tell you how in love she was with your father. Maybe Dwayne was in love with David, Marko and Paul?
• The two latter individuals strode into view, as if summoned by Max’s question.
• Marko greeted you with an excited grin, “Hi pumpkin! Where’ve you been hiding all this time?” He questioned playfully, picking you up and spinning you around.
• You laughed, happy to see them. “I wasn’t hiding silly!”
• Paul gently hit Marko’s arm, “Stop hogging her man!” He huffed, prying you from his lover’s grasp.
• You wrapped your arms around Paul’s neck, causing him to chuckle slightly.
• “I’ve missed you baby. Where’ve you been?”
• Max, who was stood slightly off to the side now, didn’t fail to notice how keenly they wanted to know your whereabouts.
• For the past week or so, all he had felt through the pack bond was a painful longing for you. It was very sweet, but unfortunately quite distracting for a man who was trying to run a store.
• You smiled sadly at Paul, “Sean and Kelly didn’t want me seeing you guys anymore- they said you were creepy…” You trailed off, noticing how Paul’s expression had grown considerably darker.
• “Did they now?” You looked over at Marko, who had just spoken. He was staring at you intently, almost as if you were the one who had said those things.
• You looked down at the floor and nodded, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
• “You don’t agree with them do you?” Paul asked softly. You weren’t sure you had ever heard him sound so… dejected?
• You quickly shook your head in response, desperate to try and cheer them both up. It made you uneasy seeing Paul sad and Marko angry- they were both usually so cheerful around you.
• “Well, as long as you know that they’re wrong about us,” Marko said with a shrug, his lips forming a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Not that you noticed, only being a young child.
• “I know!” You assured him, smiling back.
• Paul and Marko shared a look, both of them feeling slightly threatened by the apparent worry of your siblings.
• Max cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. “Perhaps it’s time you took her back with you.” It came out as more of an order rather than a request, but that wasn’t what bothered Paul and Marko.
• They were more confused about how their head vampire somehow knew exactly what was going on with you and what their plans were.
• “You uh- you know about..?” Paul gestured down to you, frowning at Max, who merely chuckled at the younger vampire’s confusion.
• “Trust me. I know what it’s like to crave a family, that’s only natural for… people like us,” he explained, amused by the bewildered looks that adorned both their faces.
• Max looked down at you briefly, making sure you weren’t paying attention to their conversation before adding, “Might I suggest you get her-” he paused, searching for the right phrase, “-settled in as quickly as possible. The sooner you remove her from that neglectful mother and her spawn, the sooner she’ll forget about them.”
• The harsh choice of words caught them off guard, but neither said anything.
• Marko couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face, “That shouldn’t be a problem Max,” he replied, resting his hands on your shoulders and crouching slightly so he was eye to eye with you.
• You weren’t sure what had caused his mood to change so erratically, but you weren’t in a hurry to complain.
• “Me and Pauly wanna show you a very special place, but you have to be a good girl for us.”
• Behind him, Paul scoffed quietly at the nickname.
• “I’ll be good!”
• “You promise?” He asked seriously, holding out a pinky finger.
• “I promise.” You answered solemnly, linking your finger with his.
• He nodded, satisfied with your answer before standing to his full height and glancing back at Max, “We’ll see you around then I guess.”
• Max hummed in reply, and watched as the two of them led you out, Paul holding your small hand in his.
• You excitedly squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. “We gotta go find Dwayne and David now, Y/n,” he told you, carefully scanning the surrounding area.
• “I already saw David earlier!” You replied gleefully, trying to tug Paul over to where you had seen him before.
• Marko stopped you before you could lead them over. “David told us to meet back at the bikes,” he countered, mainly speaking to Paul rather than you.
• Paul nodded in agreement, “Yeah I remember now. We should probably head over there then.”
• You felt slightly dejected by the way they had both completely ignored your help, but that feeling melted away as the bikes came into view and you saw David and Dwayne hovering nearby, clearly deep in conversation.
• “Hey! David! Dwayne! Look who we just ran into!” Paul called over, grabbing both men’s attention.
• Dwayne snapped around the moment he heard his lover’s voice, his eyes immediately landing on you.
• “Dwayne!” You cried gleefully, slipping out of Paul’s grip and running over to hug the long haired brunette.
• He embraced you tightly, as if worried you were going to disappear at any moment.
• You were surprised by how firm the hug was, but thought little of it. You were back with your favourite person, and that was all that mattered.
• “I’ve missed you princess.” You smiled, happy to hear his deep voice again after a week of being stuck with your siblings.
• “Me too!” You replied, pulling back so you could look Dwayne in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to hug you more, but refrained from doing so- not wanting you to feel smothered.
• “Marko says that you’re all going to show me somewhere special!” You informed him matter of factly, unable to contain the excitement that was leaking into your words.
• Dwayne’s brows shot up in surprise. He knew exactly where this “somewhere special” was, but he was caught off guard by the suddenness of it all, and the fact that Marko of all people was the one to call the shots.
• His gaze flickered over to said person, shooting him a questioning look.
• David seemed equally confused, almost choking on his cigarette smoke. “Tonight? You knew we were going to wait longer.” His tone sounded slightly more threatening than intended, but he didn’t care. David hated feeling undermined- even if it was from one of the men he loved.
• Marko’s head cocked to the side as he casually met David’s irritated gaze, completely unfazed. “Change of plan I guess. It was Max’s idea, not mine.” He paused momentarily, his brows furrowing slightly, “And those other two kids are starting to become a problem.”
• Had you been a little older, you might’ve realised that the ‘other two kids’ they spoke about were your half siblings, but instead you remained completely oblivious. Unaware of the tension hanging in the air.
• “You told Max?”
• “He already knew,” Paul answered with an unbothered shrug, failing to understand Dwayne and David’s concerns.
• David nodded slowly, not entirely surprised that Max had caught on. “So… we’ll take the kid back to the cave and then sort out our little problem.”
• “The kid? She has a name David,” Dwayne muttered, shooting him a pointed look.
• “Fine. We’ll take Y/n back to the cave.” He hesitated before continuing, “I’m assuming you’ll want her to ride with you?”
• “Well, I was the one who found her first. And Paul and Marko aren’t exactly the safest drivers.” Dwayne shot back defensively.
• “What the fuck man? We’re great drivers!” Paul retorted, nudging Marko, who stumbled slightly at the action.
• The shorter man steadied himself on Paul’s shoulder before nodding passionately in agreement. “Yeah- some might say we’re the best in Santa Carla!”
• David scoffed, “That’s debatable.”
• You were still stood at Dwayne’s side, waiting patiently for the four of them to finish their grown-up conversation.
• You hadn’t been listening very closely, but it seemed like they had finally come to an agreement on something.
• Dwayne squeezed your shoulder, grabbing your attention. “You’re gonna ride with me now Y/n, so you gotta hold on real tight.”
• You felt an uncomfortable twisting sensation in your stomach at his warning. It was probably just the nervousness that came with riding a motorcycle for the first time, but something about the situation felt off.
• “I can’t. Mama doesn’t like motorcycles- she says they’re dangerous.”
• He sighed, “Look sweetheart, I know you think your mum knows best, and that she’s some amazing parent who would do anything for you, but the reality is she’s not.”
• You frowned. Dwayne’s words hurt a lot more than he had intended them too.
• “But she loves me..” You protested timidly, confused by the pitying look he was giving you.
• “Then why isn’t she here looking after you?”
• The question caught you off guard. He had a point. Where was your mum? You hadn’t seen her since yesterday, and even then she hadn’t even spoken directly to you.
• Dwayne took your silence as an answer, cupping your cheeks in his hands and making sure your full attention was on him.
• “She doesn’t matter anymore Y/n. We’re your family now, and we won’t let anything happen to you.”
• “You promise?”
• “I swear Y/n, I won’t ever let anyone or anything hurt you. You’re safe with us- ok?”
• You nodded silently, finding comfort in his words.
• Dwayne smiled reassuringly before picking you up by the waist and placing you onto the back of his motorcycle.
• You watched as the four of them all mounted their rides, before revving their engines and racing down the path.
• It wasn’t a particularly long trip- especially with how fast the boys rode. The whole journey you clung to Dwayne’s waist like your life depended on it, eyes tightly shut and head curled into his back.
• Eventually the five of you stopped near the edge of a cliff. Dwayne twisted round and set you on the ground before dismounting and checking to see if you were ok.
• You nodded wearily, unable to fight the way your eyelids kept fluttering shut.
• “She won’t be able to make it down those steps if she’s practically falling asleep,” David said taking a step closer, “I’ll have to carry her.”
• Dwayne’s head shot up. “I can take her.”
• “You’ve had Y/n for the whole ride- I’m sure you’ll survive the short walk to the cave without her,” David remarked, his voice laced with sarcasm.
• Dwayne glared at the blonde but stepped back to allow him to pick you up.
• You didn’t resist when David lifted you up, it was a relief to not have to worry about standing up, or keeping your eyes open. Your small arms wrapped around his neck and your head came down to rest on his shoulder.
• You were asleep before he even started walking.
• The walk down to the cave entrance was spent in complete silence. They spoke to each other telepathically through the pack bond, discussing what they were going to do about your previous family and how they were going to get you settled into the pack.
• It wasn’t until they reached the cave entrance that anyone spoke.
• “So she’s sleeping in the room we prepared?” Paul asked from behind David.
• “Yeah that’s right.”
• You stirred at the sound of a voice, lazily lifting your head slightly to look at Paul and Marko behind you.
• They were oblivious to your sleepy gaze watching them from David’s shoulder as he carried you through the dimly lit cave.
• Not before long they eventually reached the ‘room’ that had been prepared for you.
• Being in a collapsed hotel, it was an unusual shape, with a ceiling that slanted down towards the far end before abruptly being cut off by the jagged roof of the cave. It wasn’t completely ready yet, so the only furniture was a queen sized bed and an unusually large bean bag in the corner.
• David carefully settled you down onto the bed, and you blinked up at him.
• “This is your room now baby. We’ll decorate it how you like later on, but right now you’ve got everything you need.” Dwayne said softly, crouching down to the side of the bed.
• “Where’s your bed?” You asked through a yawn.
• He smiled, “Not too far.”
• Paul took a step closer. “We’ll be down the hallway, Y/n.”
• Your eyes flickered back over to Dwayne, “Why can’t you just stay here? I don’t like the dark.”
• He gently brushed some of your hair out of your face, “We can stay if you want.”
• You nodded with a smile, and shuffled further into the middle to let him climb in next to you. Dwayne wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer protectively.
• The bed dipped to your left, and you turned over to see who it was.
• You were surprised to see that it was David rather than Marko or Paul, but you didn’t say anything. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open, especially with the inviting darkness of your new room. As you were drifting off to sleep, you felt a hand gently rubbing your arm, and the soft murmur of David’s voice.
• “She’s finally ours now.”
Final notes- I do plan on writing more for this au. This was more of an introduction/explanation of how reader ended up being a part of the pack, and it wasn’t originally supposed to be written as an actual fic but I kind of got carried away.
I have some vague ideas for where I wanna take this but nothing is really set in stone at the moment. One thing I do know however is that it will definitely get darker as the reader gets older (sorry if you were hoping for smth fluffy). Updates might be slow so I apologise in advance 🙏
#the lost boys 1987#tlb 1987#the lost boys x reader#platonic#yandere#platonic yandere#poly!lost boys x reader#the lost boys x child!reader#Yandere lost boys
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The Lentil & The Blueberry (The Surprise, Part 2)
Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, mention of vomiting (for my emetophobia babies), established relationship, fluffity fluff, worried Emily has my whole heart Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Weeks six and seven of your pregnancy are underway, and you are struggling. But maybe not as much as your wife? Wildly overprotective Emily will do anything to help you feel better during your pregnancy. And I mean anything. 😉
Week 6: The Lentil
Emily had known about the baby for less than 12 hours, and she’d already gone into full Overprotective Dad™ mode. You’d slept in the morning after telling her, jerking awake to find Emily towering over you, watching with her eyebrows furrowed.
“Jesus, Emily!” you exclaimed, stretching. “You scared me!” You glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have to be at work?”
Emily continued staring, a look of deep concern on her face. “I really don’t want to leave you here like this.”
For a brief moment, you forgot you were pregnant. You scoffed. “I’ve had jet lag before, babe. I think I’ll be okay.”
“No! Pregnant.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly running her hands through your hair as you moved to rest your head on her lap.
“I’m fine, Em,” you assured her. “I’m a little tired and sore, but that’s probably just from moving.”
“Maybe I should call and tell them I can’t make it in today…” She was speaking more to herself than to you.
Your voice was stern, decisive. “You can’t take off work for nine months just to sit around and watch me be pregnant. Even if you could, I’d rather you take the nine months after the baby’s born.”
She sighed deeply, looking down at you as if she was making the hardest decision of her life.
“You promise to call me if you need anything?” she asked.
“Promise.”
She gently placed your head back on the pillow, then knelt down in front of the bed so her eyes were level with yours.
“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” she whispered. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, to make herself feel better about going to work, but she was too worried about you for it to sound anything other than terrified and pitiful.
“Like what?”
“Ladders, lifting things, falling in the shower...”
“Well, I wouldn’t fall in the shower on purpose,” you argued.
“Just…” She leaned forward and kissed you so gently, so softly, running her thumb slowly along your brow bone. “Be careful. Be safe.” She stood, then leaned down to kiss you on the head one more time.
“I love you,” she said, then lifted up your shirt to kiss your stomach. “And I love you.” She shot you one last desperate, anxious look before leaving.
“Promise you’ll call?”
“Go, Emily.” You shooed her out of the room, laughing. Who would’ve guessed that managing your wife might be the hardest part of being pregnant?
Week 7: The Blueberry (18+)
You leaned back into Emily as the warm water swirled around you, the sound of the jets and the movement of the water soothing your aching body. Morning sickness had started in full force, and your abs were sore from mornings spent heaving over the toilet. Your head was killing you most of the time, and you were constantly bloated. All in all, the first trimester was kicking your ass.
Emily kissed your shoulder, pressing her face next to yours and wrapping her arms around you to gently cup your breasts, mindful of the pain you’d been experiencing.
You sighed contentedly as she ran a thumb lightly over your swollen nipple.
“Better?” she asked.
“Mmhm,” you nodded, eyes closed. When Emily had called this afternoon to check on you, you’d told her how gross you felt from puking all morning, how sore your body was. She’d stopped at Bath & Body Works on the way home to buy every single kind of bath bomb they sold, just to be sure you’d have a fragrance that didn’t make you feel sick. She’d brought Epsom salts and fancy body butters and a new candle because the one you usually had in the bathroom smelled like coffee, and coffee triggered your gag reflex right now. She’d come determined to do whatever it took to help you feel better.
“And to think you said paying more for an apartment with a fancy jacuzzi bathroom was, and I quote, fucking dumb.”
“I take it all back,” you said, whining softly and involuntarily pushing your hips forward as Emily continued circling your nipples, her touch light as a feather.
“Honey,” Emily breathed behind you. “You can say no, but…” Her breath was hot against your ear. “Can I touch you?”
Your body wanted it, but your mind was struggling. “I don’t know, Em…”
Emily gently turned your body around so she could look in your eyes, her thumbs running back and forth along your hands. She leaned close, placing a hand gently on your cheek.
“It’s okay if you really don’t want to, but..” She watched you squirm a bit under the water. “It feels like you do. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”
You avoided her eyes, following a stream of bubbles as it made its way around the tub. “I don’t feel very pretty…” you mumbled, looking away.
“What?” she said, and you couldn’t tell if she hadn’t heard you or if she couldn’t believe what you’d said.
“I don’t feel very pretty. I feel gross.”
“Y/N.” Her voice was heavy with love and care and you felt a little like crying, not because you were sad, but because she loved you so much it was overwhelming in your current hormonal state.
Emily pulled you onto her lap and wrapped her arms around your body, pressing kisses into your face and neck. “You are so pretty. What are you talking about?”
“I’m pukey and bloated and my hair is greasy because I’m too tired to shower,” you confessed, resting your head on her shoulder. “I feel disgusting.”
“Baby,” she said, chastising you and gently guiding your face so you had to look at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re growing a whole human right now. You’re incredible. You have never been more beautiful to me.”
Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips into Emily’s, your breath coming fast, rhythmic. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.
Emily grinned. The words were working! She left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, placing her hands on your hips to guide you.
“You are stunning, Y/N. You’re growing eyes for our baby this week, did you know that?" She thought for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what it looks like in there…”
You stopped abruptly, as if a record had been scratched. “Not sexy, Emily. I don’t want you thinking about what the inside of my uterus looks like.”
“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips. You pressed your hands to the side of her face and kissed her, your body hungry for hers for the first time since you’d returned from London. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.
“Emily,” you said breathlessly, pulling away to look at her. She was nearly as out of breath as you were–and significantly more flushed. “Touch me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Please.”
You whimpered as Emily’s thumb brushed over your clit, the warm water soft and comforting around you. She rubbed slow, indulgent circles, sensitive to your sensitivity, and your hips rose to meet her each time, even as exhausted as you were.
She kissed you deeply, passionately, her tongue desperate and gentle as it roamed your mouth, your neck. You moaned into her as she slipped two fingers inside of you, your body pulsing urgently around her. She kept her hand still for the most part, letting you control how hard, how fast, how deep.
As your breath grew ragged and your body clenched, surging against Emily’s, she moaned into your mouth, pressing into you. “Oh, god,” you breathed, Emily’s sounds nearly driving you over the edge.
“Come on, baby,” she begged, gasping. “Come for me.”
You drove your hips into Emily as your body convulsed, whimpering while your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall of static electricity. She fucked you through it, only removing her fingers when your breath started to calm and you fell against her, spent.
“Feel better?” she asked, kissing the side of your head, and pushing a string of wet hair out of your face.
You nodded, still too out of breath to speak.
You dragged yourself into a sitting position a few minutes later. “Here,” you said, clearly exhausted. “Let me do you.”
“It’s okay,” Emily told you, grinning.
“I can,” you insisted, pulling her toward you for a kiss.
“No, Y/N,” she said, laughing a bit as she pulled away. “I’m good. As in, I already came.”
“What!?” You giggled, blushing a bit. “Jesus Christ, Em! You were horny as fuck.”
She blushed and kissed you again, then poured some shampoo into her hand and grabbed your head playfully. You sighed happily as she massaged it into your scalp.
“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “Look at you. Your boobs are fucking huge right now.”
“Well, don’t get used to it.”
Emily stared at you for a minute. Your soapy head. Your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. The slight pouch in your stomach that she knew would grow into her child. The way your eyes shone, holding so much love, so much purity of spirit and heart. What had she done to deserve you? She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she used her thumb to wipe them away.
“Are you crying?!” you asked, leaning forward to take her hand in yours.
“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.
“Oh, god,” you complained, sniffling yourself. You had a hair trigger for crying these days. “If you cry I’m gonna cry.”
She exhaled firmly. “I’m pulling it together, don’t worry.”
“I love you, too,” you said quickly before dunking your head under the water to get rid of the suds. And because if you thought about it too much, you'd start sobbing and god knows when you'd stop.
You popped back up, flipping your hair over so you looked like a founding father. Emily laughed, and all was right in the world.
#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss fanfic#emily prentiss fluff#emily prentiss smut#emily prentiss drabble#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic
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Hogsmeade - Oct 7 - @rosekillermicrofic - 730 words - Warnings: none
Barty waited until Friday to put his plan into motion. He was anxious all week, not paying attention in class and unable to concentrate on studying. He was driving Pandora, Dorcas and Regulus crazy. But Friday was his last chance to ask Evan to come to Hogsmeade with him. Of course, they went on every Hogsmeade trip together, but usually with Pandora or Dorcas or Regulus tagging along. Barty wanted to go with just Evan. Luckily, Pandora was meeting Lily in Scrivenshaft’s, Regulus was meeting Potter in Honeyduke’s, and Dorcas was staying behind with Marlene.
All Barty had to do was actually ask, so that it would be clear to Evan that he wanted to go on a date with him. The idea made his stomach clench with anxiety. He just hoped if Evan had to let him down, he would do so gently.
He found Evan in the dorm room that evening, hunched over his potions textbook. His posture told Barty that he’d already been there awhile, since his shoulders were stiff with tension, so he drifted over there to rest his hands on them. Evan immediately melted back into his touch, so Barty began to rub out the knots that had started to form.
“Time for a break?” Barty murmured.
“Hmm, I think so,” Evan agreed. “I’ve been staring at the same potions theory for an hour.”
“Definitely, then,” Barty said, and then an idea occurred to him, and he didn’t let his fingers falter in his ministrations as it came to him. “Actually, you should give yourself a break tomorrow, too. Come out to the Three Broomsticks with me. Just you and me.”
“Just you and me?” Evan tilted his head back, a tired smile on his face. “That sounds nice.”
Nerves buzzed in Barty’s stomach. He nodded. “It’s a date,” he blurted.
“It’s a date,” Evan agreed, still smiling.
The following day, everything went as it normally did. Evan and Barty walked Regulus down to the Great Hall, where he was meeting Potter. Then they split off from the couple, walking down to Hogsmeade by themselves. Evan and Barty headed straight to the Three Broomsticks for lunch and butterbeers.
Lunch went swimmingly. Evan bantered with Barty, teased him as he usually did, and gave him several dazzling smiles throughout the conversation. He seemed relaxed even though Barty himself was buzzing with nerves, but Barty thought Evan might just be so comfortable around him that he didn’t feel anxious.
It wasn’t until they were walking back to Hogwarts, the path thankfully deserted, that everything started to fall apart for Barty. He had asked if he could hold Evan’s hand on the walk back, only to have Evan laugh in his face.
“Why would we ever do that?” Evan laughed at him, and Barty felt as if his heart was breaking.
“Because we’re on a date?” Barty laughed along awkwardly, trying not to appear as if his soul was being ripped apart.
“We’re on a what?” Evan abruptly stopped laughing.
“Forget it,” Barty said, feeling a flush creep up his cheeks. “Forget everything I’ve ever said. I’m sorry.”
“No, wait, you — you thought this was a date?” Evan asked, voice off, so Barty looked up at him. Evan’s cheeks had gone pink too, and he was staring at Barty with his light blue eyes too-wide. “A real date.”
“Yeah…” Barty said slowly. “I asked you yesterday…”
“I thought you were joking about that!” Evan exclaimed, throwing his hands out dramatically. “We always go to the Three Broomsticks together!”
“Yeah, but not just me and you,” Barty explained a little sullenly.
“Oh,” Evan said. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Barty muttered. “‘Oh.’ Listen, we really can just forget all of this even happened. Clearly it wasn’t something you’d ever consider, so—“
“Wait, but — Barty, I didn’t know,” Evan said desperately. “I didn’t know. If I had known…”
He didn’t continue, just staring at Barty with his stupidly beautiful face, so Barty prompted him again. “If you had known…?”
Evan didn’t say anything else though. Instead, he surged forward, kissing Barty on the mouth. He pulled back before Barty could even respond in kind, grinning wide. “That better than holding hands, Bee?”
Barty blinked dazedly at him. “I dunno. You better do it again, Rosie, so I can be sure.”
Evan kissed him again, and this time Barty got to kiss him back.
#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#evan x barty#rosekiller#marauders#microfic#rosekiller microfic#barty crouch x evan rosier#microfic prompt
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Hii ! I’ve been absolutely loving your fics and I’m so glad there’s another writer writing Harvey x Reader !!
I was wondering if you could write a fic that involved the reader being a lawyer in another firm dealing with a tough case that’s been on their mind 24/7, then during the night one day, Harvey wakes up in the middle of the night and the reader isn’t in bed but is in the kitchen or something because they can’t sleep. Maybe Harvey consoles the reader and tries to convince them to go back to bed or pulls a “if you’re staying up, i am too.” even though he’s sleepy.
Just a overall idea/prompt :) do what you’d like! have fun with it, cause i love your writing 🙌🏼
A/N: I went so so soft writing this and Harvey did too aoifjaeofijaofeij
"Good morning," you greeted, picking up the call from Harvey.
"Will you come over tonight?" Harvey asked. Your heart broke a bit, knowing you'd told him no the past three nights. Work had been stressing you out and you hadn't really even been sleeping except for a couple hours each night. Last night you hadn't even gone home from the office. Maybe you did need a break, and you certainly wanted to see the handsome man you'd been dating for the past month.
"Yes."
"Good."
You couldn't help but smile and give a little laugh. "I'll see you tonight, Harvey."
"Have a good day, Y/N."
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You sighed, staring up at Harvey's bedroom ceiling, unable to sleep. You had had a wonderful evening with the man lying asleep next to you, but your thoughts were still swirling.
You weren't quite sure how you were going to win this one. A certain confidentiality agreement your client had stupidly decided to sign was proving to be the biggest annoyance and a roadblock to your obvious win.
Sighing once more, you carefully slid out from under the covers and padded barefoot to the kitchen where your work bag sat. Pulling your laptop out, you tucked your feet up under you on the couch and went to work.
"Sweetheart?"
A smile fell on your lips hearing Harvey's voice, full of sleep, slightly husky. You looked up at him, setting your laptop to the side.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't sleep."
"How are you going to win a case if you've run yourself ragged?"
"Okay, you have a point," you sighed, eyeing your laptop before shutting it.
"That's what I like to see."
You almost stood and let him lead you back to bed, but your anxiety hit.
"I can't," you murmured, an apologetic expression forming.
"What- you just told me," he tried to fight.
"I'm sorry, I have to work."
"So I can't get you back to bed?" he huffed. You stood, making your way over to him, goosebumps erupting at the feeling of his hand lightly running up and down your arm.
"You can get me back to bed once I finish this case," you whispered before wrapping your arms around him and giving him a light kiss. He took a deep breath in and out before giving you a pointed look.
"Then I'm staying up with you."
"No, you most certainly are not," you retorted, removing yourself from his embrace and crossing your arms.
"Can't stop me," he said, moving to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, yawning.
"You're ti-" you stopped, knowing he would just same the same back to you.
"That's what I thought," he smirked, plopping down on the couch. You sat down next to him, pulling your laptop onto your lap.
"Will it bother you if I put on TV?"
You shook your head, appreciating the ask and the way his hand briefly squeezed your knee.
For the next hour, the two of you continued to fight sleep, you having to shake your head a few times in an attempt to refocus your eyes, and Harvey's eyes drooping several times, head falling slightly before picking himself back up. You were beginning to feel beyond guilty about causing him to lose sleep, but a weight against your shoulder had you smiling.
You looked down to see Harvey fast asleep, eyes closed, soft snores starting to come from him. Though it might have made you more tired, you felt more awake, trying not to wake him.
And when he shook you awake an hour later, dragging you both back to bed, you knew he was the perfect man for you.
#harvey specter#harvey specter imagine#harvey specter x reader#suits#Harvey specter x femreader#mine
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moonlight and lace
For @steddieangstyaugust day 7 prompt, Moonlight. (Originally, it was for day 6, ‘who did this’ but then moonlight took over somehow, which gave me more time, too!)
Rating: M WC: 1880 Content warnings: kidnap, captivity, abuse, severe trauma, non-explicit horror and torture, unwanted touching, victim self-blaming, all dead dove, so yeah, I mean it, sorry! Tags: extreme angst with eventual hurt/comfort. No Upside Down AU.
Summary: That last night with Eddie, Steve did literally everything wrong… and then he went and got kidnapped and clings to fraying dreams of putting things right.
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Steve watched the strip of moonlight creep slowly across the cellar. With his thumb, he fretted his bloodstained lace cuff, freeing it from where it caught beneath his manacles.
Night time. Moonlight. A lump clogged Steve’s throat.
The moon had shone that last time he’d seen Eddie—not imagined, nor hallucinated, but properly laid eyes on his boyfriend, Eddie Munson. He and Eddie had kissed, and Steve had been in a rush. Crap, he’d been in a shitty mood, and he’d taken Eddie’s smoochy sweetness for granted.
Not anymore.
He’d relived each moment of that parting a thousand times over. Eddie had wound his arms around Steve’s neck and rubbed his face in Steve’s hair. “I could get high on you, Babe. Even without inhaling a lungful of Farrah Fawcett.”
Steve had wriggled free, and their last kiss had been rushed. He’d been cranky, tired, in a hurry to get home.
Now, Steve sniffled and shifted his aching bones. His chains didn’t allow him to lie flat, or even sit comfortably on the concrete floor. He’d literally trade his wretched life to press his clammy brow to a dry pillow. Or to snuggle beneath a warm blanket that would cut out the biting cold. Or to go back to that fateful evening with Eddie, and…
…not toss his entire world into a dumpster.
Because, somehow, this was Steve’s fault, right?
Scoops had been quiet the final hour of that final day, with only one or two lone customers. Robin had disappeared round the back of the store with Vickie, and Steve had gotten all intense with Eddie in a booth. His words had haunted him for… Shit, he didn’t know how long he’d been a prisoner here. He’d not scratched the days on the walls, like Dustin or anybody who wasn’t a braindead idiot would’ve done.
He’d just slowly lost count.
“It’s not that I don’t wanna be with you, Eddie,” he’d said, back in that booth, idly picking the fudge topping from their shared sundae. “It’s only that… Look, I always dreamed about a wedding and then family, and I just can’t wrap my head around how that’s gonna work with us. I mean, I know I’m only nineteen and all, but if we’re gonna foster or adopt, we have to think about this adult shit. And, seriously, I want a proper wedding, which isn’t even legal! Could be one day, though, and Robin says we need to make a stand about these things, so we gotta think about costume and—”
“Sssssh.” Eddie had pressed his fingertips to Steve’s lips. “We’ll make it work, Babe.”
Steve scowled, and Eddie’s warm touch slipped away. “You gonna give me more bullshit about marriage being a crypto-fascist institution?"
“Nope.” Eddie leaned closer and said, in a barely audible whisper, “That dude in the next booth is listening.”
Steve flicked his hair from his eyes, surreptitiously peeped. He couldn’t even see the accused guy’s face beneath his hooded top. “You’re the one who says we should be out and proud,” bitched Steve. “Why be a wuss about it now? Jesus!”
“It’s not that, Honey. He keeps staring at you, and I’ve seen him here before. He’s giving me the creeps.”
“Woah. Jealous?”
“Always. But I’m being serious for once.”
After that, Eddie had wanted to walk Steve back to his car. Of course, Steve had refused: “Like I need the Prince of Geek to defend my honor.”
They’d parted near the delivery entrance of Starcourt, and Eddie had walked away to his van. Steve had hurried toward his BMW alone, across the moonlit employee parking lot.
He’d been here, in this cellar, ever since. Long enough to understand that a future with Eddie would always have been beautiful. Might even have been that Winnebago and six little nuggets, and instead…
…there’d been that sickening crack across the back of his head and then nothing. Then worse than nothing.
In his prison, a flash of daylight between the broken shutters usually woke Steve. He’d often be ripped from a fevered dream about Eddie. He dreamed about his other friends, too, but it was always Eddie who he imagined coming to free him.
And when that too-bright light stirred him? His heart would thump like it was gonna burst through his ribcage and he’d blink the mists from his eyes.
For a magical heartbeat, Eddie would still be there, rushing toward him, arms open, eyes wide with forgiveness. Always forgiveness, because Steve craved that most of all.
“Who did this?” Eddie would ask, taking Steve’s face in his hands.
I did? I deserved it, Eddie, I…
Eddie would crumble to dust. The masked figure looming in Eddie’s place would grab Steve bodily, partially unchaining him, then hauling and twisting and shoving him toward the bucket and then… and then…
Some days, they’d strip that disgusting lacey wedding dress from him, sponge him down with ice-cold water, dress him again. Like he was a doll. Bending and manipulating him, the sicko would arrange Steve however he chose, because Steve was too weak to struggle. He was a ragdoll.
Steve had gotten good at shutting his mind down to the touching. He’d learned that skill fast—even in the early days, when they’d kept him in his Scoops uniform, and when he’d still tried to fight back.
Which never went well.
His movements were sluggish—he figured he’d been drugged, though his head hadn’t been right since they’d brained him behind Starcourt. Also in those early times, when he’d realized screaming meant more pain, he used to suck on that dumbass red neckerchief from his Scoops uniform. Recently, in the wedding dress, he’d battle to get to that grubby lace cuff, so he could bite and tear and chew.
That was his mornings. He was okay at night, though. Always left alone.
Until everything changed.
Steve heard shouting and thumping, the petrifying ratter-tat of gunshots, and then his own desperate cry, frail and distant. Then he froze completely, ragged nails gouging through the lace and into his palm. This was not the routine. Eddie was here and his face was eerily underlit by torchlight, rather than marbled by the moon, and it was wrong, all wrong, and…
…it’s not Eddie. It’s never Eddie. It’s HIM.
Steve attempted to curl into a ball, chains clinking, teeth grinding as he braced for… what? A gentle touch on his shoulder had his lungs jamming up.
“Hey, Steve? You with me?” The rumbling voice was distantly familiar. The smell… male and sweaty… different to that putrid musk he’d choked on too many times. “It’s me, Chief Hopper. You’re safe now, okay? We caught the crazy son-of-a-bitch, and we’re gonna get you out of here. You with me? You understand?”
Steve peeped up. Then screwed his eyes tightly shut. “Dream,” he whispered. The furnace-like heat of the other man’s body made him shiver violently.
“No, kid. I’m really here. You’re gonna be okay now.” Then, in an ear-splitting yell: “Hey? HEY! Where are those goddamn bolt-cutters? This kid is not in good shape.”
In the hospital, Steve fiddled with the IV drip then the bracelet they lopped about this wrist. He missed the tattered lace and he had to focus on something. Looking up into people’s faces was more than he could handle.
His friends were freaked by him. From the tail of his eye, he watched his parents gawking at him, like he was a china doll. Still a fucking doll. His mom squeezed his hand and it hurt way worse than it should. He bit his sore lip that, even now, refused to heal.
Eventually, he snatched a sharp inbreath, and glanced up at Robin. Her squeak reminded him of that cellar rat that’d bit his foot once. Drawing on every last ounce of his strength, he tried again and this time held her terror-struck gaze.
“Steve, um, sorry. It’s just this is the first you’ve looked at—"
“How long since they brought me here?”
“Uh… lemme think. Eight days?”
She’d turned ghostly white beneath her freckles. His heart heaved a dull thud. “Why hasn’t Eddie come to see me?”
“He has, Steve. He visits every day. They stopped letting him in. When you see him… I dunno, he triggers something bad. You totally flake out.”
“Oh.” What more was there to say? Other than, “Can you say sorry for me?”
“What for?”
“I… I honestly can’t remember, apart from... Oh God, please, Robin. You gotta help me. I need to see him.”
The next thing he knew, he’d flung his arms around her, and he was sobbing into her chest. She hugged back, rubbing juddering circles on his back. He didn’t remember the last time he cried. Then again, his memory had more holes in it than… a frayed lace cuff.
It felt like a century between when she left and when she came back. She held his hand loosely and said, “Eddie’s here, Steve. He’s real, I promise. It’s all real and you’re gonna get through this, and you’re gonna be okay.”
“Liar.” Steve smirked, then his mouth dropped open and turned dry. Eddie stood not two yards off, clutching the doorframe.
“Stevie, listen—I’ll never forgive myself for not walking you back to your car.”
“Seriously?” Steve shrank from Eddie’s tragedy-filled eyes. Panic jostled from every angle, especially as Robin released his hand and backed away. “Well... I guess it would’ve been cool to have some company in that basement.”
“Honey, how can you joke—”
“Gotta do something.” Steve fiddled with his wristband. He sensed Eddie edging closer.
Don’t lose your shit, Harrington. Say what you have to say. You thought about it long enough.
“Look, Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry I was a bitch that night. I’m still up for kids, if I’m not too broken to be a parent, though you’re in luck on one thing. There’s no goddamn way I’m ever getting dressed up for a wedding.”
“I can’t laugh at that either,” said Eddie, “you’re sick, Baby.”
“Hah! No shit.”
Eddie enfolded Steve in his arms. He whispered that there was nothing to forgive. He’d known Steve was beat that night and had never been mad about it, even before Steve had been snatched. Anyhow, Eddie had apparently been dead cranky the day before it all happened, although Steve remembered nothing of that, and…
Steve tuned out. It was all too much. Thank Christ he hasn’t taken my face in his hands.
He pressed his cheek to Eddie’s shoulder, revelled in that fluffy hair, breathed deep of the scent of Eddie. Tobacco… A touch of cherry twizzlers? Really, truly, Eddie. The lights seemed to dim, and he watched the moonlight trickle through the hospital blinds.
Moonlight. Oh shit.
“This is real,” murmured Steve. “Right?”
...
(it is real, he really got rescued, okay? Unless you reeeeally wanted the angsty horror ending, but I say he escaped...)
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#steddieangstyaugust#steddie#steve harrington#steddie fic#steve x eddie#steve harrington whump#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie angst
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soft like silk
adult!Van x fem!reader
after a long day, you come home to your girlfriend and she knows exactly how to help you relax, for good - it is both tender and passionate, the way she goes about caring for you.
authors note: I’m back with more bc I had a really nice time with the last one and wanted to come up with another gf thing for her <3 it’s around 3k words and I’ve honestly been loving writing for her, so I hope you enjoy!
warnings: smut (reader receiving), minors dni
it was around 10 pm when you climbed up the stairs to your girlfriends apartment.
originally, you had planned on getting there by 7 pm but something came up and you ended up having to wait an excruciating amount of hours to finally see her again.
the moment you walked into her living space and saw her turn around on the couch to smile over at you, all the previous stress and frustration faded into the background, replaced by the joy of seeing her obvious delight at having you back; Van had already showered, so she looked soft to the touch, her face fresh and still glowing pink from the hot water, her eyes sparkling as she said "hey baby".
you dropped your bag, shrugged off your jacket and immediately rushed over to her. she expected you to sit down next to her, so her arm was out for you to nuzzled yourself against, but you had other plans: first, you reached out to hold her face and give her a lingering kiss. then, the moment you lowered yourself onto the couch, you draped yourself over her lap in a dramatic fashion, resting your head on her thighs while letting out a loud sound of relief, your muscles all relaxing at once.
Van laughed and stroked your back, "long day, huh?". "yeah, too long..." you sighed, letting it show in your tone that you were exhausted, maybe also a bit pissed off by the people who had delayed you, had kept you from her.
"poor thing" Van cooed at you, before leaning down and kissing your cheek, her fingers in your hair then, which immediately put you at ease, that sensation of being tended to while laying on her.
even through the layers of fabric, you could feel her warmth, you could smell the fresh milky scent of her lotion, which almost made you emotional because that alone made you feel much better: the sensuality of her presence.
Van massaged your scalp and grinned to herself as she listened to you debrief some of what had happened earlier, endeared by how docile you looked, how any attempt to appear tough always melted away in her arms.
it was the one thing that made it impossible for her to tell herself that you were growing tired of her or getting fed up by her quirks: the way you always sought out her touch when you came to her after a rough day. you often hugged her hello with such an urgency and tenderness, even after only having been separated for a day, that she was taken off-guard by it, stunned, slightly in disbelief over how you craved her proximity.
they were some of her favorite memories with you, the moments you reunited.
that night was no different. Van stroked your hair and listened intently, her voice achingly attractive to you whenever she let out a low "hmm" of agreement or made little off-hand comments like “next time take me with you, they won’t speak to you like that when I’m glaring at them” to try and get you to laugh, to make you forget about everything that had stressed you out and turn to your day around for the better.
you stopped talking eventually because Van’s constant touches, the way she caressed your back, your cheek, the way she raked her fingers through your hair, lulled you into such a peaceful state of half-consciousness, that you almost drifted off.
for a few minutes she just stared at you lovingly and savored the feeling of having you safe in her lap, all to herself, but eventually she gave you a light nudge and asked "you falling asleep on me, hm?", grinning at your mumbled "no.. no I am awake".
once you sat upright again, she asked "did you eat enough?", which you answered with a half-hearted "uh, sure, I mean-", so she interrupted you, "okay, that’s a no. so, I will go get you the other half of the take out I had earlier, I had a feeling you might need it. so, you just.. wait here and look pretty" a grin as she said that last part, while getting up and walking over to the kitchen.
"I’ll try" you responded, smiling to yourself as you leaned back and watched her, touched by how she always made a point of making sure that you were well fed, that you were taken care off and not at risk of going to sleep hungry or in any other discomfort.
it didn’t take you long to finish the meal, so about fifteen minutes later you were in the shower, while Van waited for you in bed.
once you walked into the bedroom, she put her phone down on the nightstand and smiled at you, taking in the sight of you dressed in clothes that you had stolen from her, eyeing you up and down with a subtle trace of want in her gaze, her mind wandering to other places than sleep.
so, before you could walk over to your side of the bed, Van spoke up and said "no, come here. please", while patting the space between her legs.
she was sitting over the covers and waited for you to join her, so you did as you were told and climbed onto the bed, crawling over to where she wanted you, settling between her legs.
Van put her hands on your shoulders and pressed her thumbs into your skin, gently but firmly, eliciting a sigh from you, which seemed to get under her skin, that sound. she kept massaging your for a moment before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your neck, a shiver down your spine as she did this, your hands on her legs, which were next to yours, squeezing them lightly in response.
she put her arms around your waist then and whispered "are you too tired, or do you want a bit more?". you weren’t expecting it, so a sudden rush of heat went to your face.
"no I can handle it. what do you want me to do?" you asked, your voice husky all of a sudden.
"you don’t have to do anything baby, just let me make you feel good, help you relax, alright?". you nodded, unsure what she was about to do, and yet, eager to feel her in any way she’d offer.
"okay" she said and sat a bit more upright, adjusting your position too, urging you to open your legs a bit for her, so she’d have easy access.
it dawned on you then what she was trying to do and it turned you on without even having been touched yet - she’d never done it that way, pleasing you from that angle, so it was a thrill, to feel her behind you, as she slipped her hand under the loose fabric of your sweatpants. you already felt your hips jerking up lightly in response, the position alone a turn-on to you: legs apart for her, open, vulnerable, eager.
Van wanted to work you up before getting to it, so she placed her palm flat on your lower stomach at first, soft, warm, familiar, a touch that both aroused and soothed you, that made your blood rush faster.
you felt a sudden ache at your core, the ache of emptiness, where you wanted her, desperately. your breathing changed in an instant. she could tell. so she drew it out a bit, to hear more of it, the intoxicating sound of your want. she kissed the left side of your neck, over and over, which made your head fall back further, allowing more access as she caressed your stomach, her thumb moving back and forth mere inches away from where you could already feel a heat spreading.
"please.." you whispered then, which got her good, since she was usually the one who begged.
Van kept her face close to your neck, so you could feel her breath as she said “I thought about you all day, you know?". her tone made it clear that she was referring to her fantasies about you, which only turned you on more: the thought of her imagining you under her or on top of her, tasting you, or you tasting her, a sudden need to know it in detail, what it was that she got off to when you weren’t there.
"me too... " you admitted in a breathless tone as she finally moved her hand down, all the way.
"hm, my sweet girl.." she whispered as she slid her fingers between your lips and felt how wet you had gotten, a whine from you, a groan from her, a shared moment of "god. I need you."
Van knew your body. she knew you could get even wetter than that, so she lightly pushed her fingertips into your entrance, to get her fingers slicked up and tease you with achingly slow movements, a steady up and down movement then, your cunt throbbing from it, pulsing.
a twitch of your leg, an attempt to shift your body and a sighed "fuck.." signaled to her she was doing it right, so Van whispered "shh, it’s okay, don’t hold it in" and brushed the side of her face up against yours for a second, her own eyes closed as she got lost in the pleasure of having you flush against her chest, feeling you grow hot and impatient from her impact.
you quickly got soaked from her touching, so after a while of teasing you, Van moved her fingers up to your clit and started applying pressure, jerking you off the way she knew you needed her to - not too fast yet, giving you enough time to get a full body orgasm out of it, not just a quick rushed release drawing lazy circles, humming from the pleasure of feeling you relax into it.
Van was deeply turned on from the feeling of having you all over her fingers, hearing you react to it, trying not to be too loud herself from the arousal that was turning her breaths heavy too.
she kissed your neck again then, more intensely than before, sucking on your skin lightly, running her tongue over the area, as her free hand moved to your chest, to keep you close, to grope your tits through your shirt, a moan from you as she did this, followed by a series of pathetic whines and sighs, as you felt her all over yourself: your neck, your chest, between your legs, losing your composure by second, from the feeling of being entirely wrapped up by her, being at her mercy like that.
she moved her fingers a bit faster then, which made your lower half feel like it was burning, so you pleaded "yeah, like that, keep going.." when she hit the exact right rhythm, your head thrown back all the way, her hand still firm on your chest, steading you as she sighed "you feel so fucking good.." against your skin, the contrast of having you in an embrace and fucking you at the same time, that mix of sweetness and perversion, enough to make her groan, a sudden sound from deep within her chest, that told you she was just as turned on as you.
it was heaven, to be comfortable like that, to be in bed all cozy and dazed from the strain of the day, while being pleased so well that you could feel your whole body trying to soak it up, the intense tingling sensation that spread from your core all the way through your stomach, your chest, your throat, your face, a rapid building up of tension from her skilled touches, her lips warm all over your neck and throat, your own lips parted, louder moans as she turned the jerking off more aggressive and goal-focused.
Van could feel you growing erratic, so she assured you "it’s okay, I got you, let go, baby", while you pressed yourself back against her, your hips jerking up pretty violently to meet her hand in the desperate attempt to finish as intensely as possible.
Van’s arm strained then as she gave you the final push by not letting up at all and rubbing your clit hard enough to make your vision blur, a stifled moan, a cry as you tensed up, clenched, and felt it go through you in one violent rush, the kind of climax that you desperately wanted to prolong, so you begged "don’t stop yet", which she didn’t need to be told twice - her fingers still on you all the way through your high, never moving away, letting you ride it out, whispering sweet things to you, her left arm tight around your chest.
for a moment longer you let out whimpers and felt yourself hot and wet against her fingers until your body finally went slack and you let out a shuddering breath.
Van couldn’t help but let her hand linger for a few more seconds, to enjoy the sensation of the mess she’d made of you, the feeling of your soft skin slicked up by your cum. you kept your eyes shut and listened to both your own and her labored breaths as you felt even more blood rush to your face from the knowledge that she was into it, playing with you, just for the sake of feeling your arousal.
eventually, she let go and moved her hand to her mouth to lick you off her fingers, too hungry for it to even think of making you taste yourself, greedy in her desire for every part of you.
you were still slightly breathless as Van did this, so you didn’t comment but it did make you feel dizzy with desire, to hear the sound of her sucking her own fingers clean, to know that she wanted you that badly.
a few seconds later, you suddenly felt strong again, so without warning you got up from between her legs. you were a bit unsteady m as you turned around to climb onto her lap and grab her neck, eagerly pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss, overcome by affection for her.
you kissed Van sloppily, open mouthed, your tongue against hers in an instant, her head bent back in response, submitting to your strength, gladly, a low moan as you pushed all of your fingers into her hair, tugging at it lightly as you moved to straddle her and overwhelmed her with the clear need to kiss and kiss and kiss her, her hands under your shirt, on your back, needy sounds from you as you briefly got lost in your utter obsession with her.
Van was often on the receiving end of things, which meant that whenever the roles did switch and it was your turn to receive, she was rewarded with intense displays of love afterwards. it was perhaps part of why she had initiated that night.
eventually, after kissing her lips raw, you pulled away and put your hands back on her shoulders, wiped your mouth, grinning at her, both of you spent and high on lust. "jesus...." Van sighed, while laughing quietly, her face bright red, her whole demeanor one of violent delight.
"you’re always so sweet to me" you mused, earnest then, "I love you so much."
Van was hit right in the deepest part of her heart by that, so she went quiet for a second and her eyes seemed to glisten, perhaps a teariness to them, you couldn’t tell, it was too dark.
she caressed your sides and answered "I love you too. I might die from it actually one of these days. but that’s fine by me."
even then her voice was sexy, raspy, barely above a whisper and you could tell that it wasn’t really meant as a joke, that she did actually feel overwhelmed by her love for you, so you leaned in again and rested your cheek against hers, while confessing "I never wanna leave here... I wish I could be with you all the time." sappy but honest, you did feel that way, you wanted her to know. and she did, a nod from her as she pulled you closer into the embrace.
there was a pleasurable residue of heat between your thighs as you sat on her and felt her arms tight around your back, both of you clinging to each other.
Van thought of something then. "when is your lease up again?". at first you didnt register the subtext, so you said "uh, in two months. why?". but the pregnant pause on her end made it clear, so you put your hands on her chest and pushed yourself away to look at her, met by a smug grin, a raise of her eyebrows, Van was amused by your shock.
"wait hold up.. are you saying you’d want me to move in? really?". it was not what you had expected to hear then, at all. you’d dreamed of it before, naturally, but you knew she had been a loner for a good amount of years before you two met, and you didn’t want her to feel pressured to open up her space to you, so you had never asked her before.
"yes, really. why wouldn’t I?" Van asked, genuinely confused, so you admitted. "don’t know. I guess I just wouldn’t want you to ever get sick of me…".
Van shook her head then and took your hands in hers, holding them for emphasis. "that’s impossible. the only reason I hesitated with asking you about this was that I actually fear the opposite... you getting sick of me. I mean. I am not saying this to be self-deprecating but, out of the two of us, I am definitely the more exhausting person to live with."
it was sweet to you that she didn’t see just how much you were dying to to spend every morning and night with her, to come home to her every day, to develop a domestic routine with her.
you squeezed her hands and cocked your head, eyeing her with a lovestruck expression. "okay listen, my angel. I would love nothing more than to spend every night together like this. nothing. I mean that." she nodded, charmed, deeply so, by your casual use of the word "angel", a blush to her cheeks. Van was suddenly hit by the realization that you were about to agree to live with her. that you already had, in a way.
"well, I only ever have bad days when youre not here. so." she admitted, lifting your hand to her lips to kiss your knuckles. you nodded, almost bursting at the seams with tenderness for her then.
"well, in that case, I think I have to move in. to help you out there" you said and leaned in to kiss her forehead, before you got down from her and made her join you in getting under the covers. Van turned off her bedside lamp and got snuggled up beside you in the dark.
you laid there, face to face, touching under the blanket, smiling at each other, silence for a moment, the deeply intimate kind, the sacred kind, the kind that seemingly stretched over centuries even though it was just a blink of an eye.
"feel free to do that again sometime by the way.." you said, which made her laugh. "oh, yeah? you liked that?". you nodded, reaching for her waist to pull her as close as possible, on leg draped over hers, the way you always did.
"yeah. you’re fucking hot when you get like that" a self-satisfied sparkle in her eyes, when she saw how your expression changed just from the memory of what she’d done, how she’d done it. "okay, good." a hint of cockiness to her then that suited her, that made you wanna kiss her again.
"don’t get me wrong though-" you added, "I do want you all over my face again soon. if I wasn’t so tired right now..." Van was turned on by the implication, so she gave you a light shove and said "stop. we have to sleep, don’t get me worked up". "tomorrow morning then?" you whispered, smiling, nudging her. "yes. feel free to gain the upper hand again then" she joked, nuzzling herself into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent.
you fell asleep entirely free of any prior frustrations that the day had thrown at you, blissed out from the feeling of being as close as possible to her, having her hair brush up against your face as you drifted off, dreaming of the luxury of spending every night with her in the near future.
you willed yourself to stay awake just a little longer than her, to feel it: the way she went completely soft against you in her sleep.
#idk what happened but I am so back to thinking about her all the time…#van palmer x reader#yellowjackets x reader#van palmer#yellowjackets
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Midnight Mischief
» pairing: Jung Wooyoung x gender neutral reader
» word count: 1,6k
» a/n: I have revived this blog four years (!) after abandoning it. I haven’t written fiction in so long, but I’ve missed it so much. Hope you enjoy!
» genre: romance, (mentions of alcohol)
» prompts: 11. “We could get arrested for this.” & 23. “We have to be quiet.”
“Where are they?” you think to yourself. Your friends convinced you to come to the opening of a new night club in town, but now you can’t find any of them. After searching for ten minutes, you decide to take a seat at the bar. While it was filled with people in line only an hour ago, most of them had now dispersed to the dancefloor or the booths. The bass from the loud music is ringing in your ears, and the flashing lights are starting to trigger a headache. Going out on a Friday night used to be a given a few years ago, but now that you have a 9-5 the exhaustion from the work week is hitting you harder than you expected. You lean your head in your hands, rubbing your temples in hopes of preventing the headache you feel coming on.
“You okay?” You look up to see where the voice was coming from. It was the bartender.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long week, and I got separated from my friends.” You answer him. He pours you a glass of water and gently slides it across the bar counter.
“For your head.” He says with a faint smile. You happily accept the glass and start drinking from it. This night was the first time your entire friend group were able to hang out together in ages. Everyone’s schedules are tight, and you often have to plan many weeks in advance in order to make it work for everyone. The only person you see on a regular basis is Wooyoung, who always seems to have time to hang out at the same time as you. You’re only free on Wednesdays between 5 and 7? “Great, we’ll have dinner!” Wooyoung will say. When you are too tired to go out in the weekends, Wooyoung will insist on having a movie night where he brings pizza and a bunch of snacks to your place. One time he had even spent an entire Sunday with you while you were running errands and cleaning your apartment for the coming week. He was just happy to be there.
There is that feeling again. You feel a rush of blood to your head as you think about him. Deep down, you know you are in denial about not seeing him as more than a friend. It snuck up on you, first when he came over one morning with coffee and pastries a morning after a long night of partying. Then, when he insisted you could put your head on his lap during one of your movie nights, gently stroking your hair the entire time. The last moment, which was also the first time you visibly blushed in front of him, was when he kissed your cheek goodbye after hanging out together. You remember the moment vividly. You clutching your cheek, and Wooyoung himself looking shocked over what he had just done. You stood there for a few seconds in silence, frozen, simply staring at each other. As you’re deep in thought, you see a familiar face entering your field of vision.
“There you are!” Wooyoung exclaims excitedly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“I could say the same thing.” You admit. “I searched for you guys for a while before just giving up and setting up camp here. I’m considering leaving soon though, this place is a bit much for me right now.” You continue, feeling slightly apologetic as Wooyoung had been really excited the whole group to go out together tonight. Wooyoung leans on the bar with one arm, letting out a slight sigh.
“You know what, let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you on your feet. You gladly follow him, thinking that any place is better than here. Your cheeks grow warm again as he intertwines his fingers with yours, leading you through the crowd and out of the club.
“Where are we going?” You ask.
“It’s not far, just trust me.”
Ten minutes later, you’re in a dark street of a calm neighbourhood at the edge of the city.
“How much further?” Your feet are killing you. You knew it wouldn’t be a great idea to wear your new shoes on a night out, but you hadn’t expected to be walking up several hills tonight either.
“We’re here!” Wooyoung is enthusiastic as ever as he gestures towards a big billboard sign on top of the hill. The billboard sports a person smiling brightly and the quote ‘For a fresher day’ in big letters.
“A toothpaste advertisement. Are you trying to tell me something, Wooyoung?” You laugh, not really understanding the excitement around the billboard.
“No silly, we’re climbing it.” He says, once again grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to the base of the sign. You stop in your steps, almost making Wooyoung stumble over his feet at the loss of momentum.
“You’re crazy. We’re NOT going up there. And you know I’m scared of heights!” Wooyoung shushes you before you get to protest more, covering your mouth with his hand.
“We have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught. And the view from the top is worth it, I promise.” Wooyoung tries to convince you. You look up at the billboard in front of you, sceptical if you can do this, even for him. Realistically, it probably wasn’t higher than about 5 metres up in the air, but the length of the ladder up to the platform still freaked you out. You snapped back to reality when Wooyoung grabbed your face with both hands, demanding eye contact.
“Do you trust me?” He asks. It takes you a few seconds to register what he is saying. You cannot help but being distracted by his touch, how he’s looking at you so warmly, yet seriously.
“Yes, I trust you.” Wooyoung lets go of your face, gesturing for you to get on the ladder.
“You first. That way, if you fall, I’ll soften the blow.” You gently slap his chest at his self-sacrifice but do as he says.
“We could get arrested for this, you know.” You remark as you start climbing the ladder. Wooyoung lets out a “tsk” before answering:
“You really think the police is worrying about two people trespassing onto a billboard sign when it’s a Friday night? They have more important things to do, like arresting drunk drivers and shutting down parties where there’s underage drinking.” You need to admit that he has a point. Two people climbing a billboard is probably the least of the police’s concerns right now.
You finally make it to the top and find yourself in complete awe at the view. You’re certain you can see the entire city from this place. The flickering lights from the party district is reflecting so beautifully on the river. For a moment you almost forget how high up you are. That is until you look down at your feet. You immediately get scared and take a few steps back, your back crashing into the toothpaste tube on the billboard as you slide down onto your butt. Before you know it Wooyoung is sitting next to you, gently stroking your arm to comfort you.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got a bit spooked that’s all.” You admit. A smile forms on your face as your eyes meet Wooyoung’s once more. You loved his ability to immediately calm you down in situations like these.
“What do you think?” He asks, pointing to the view. You look away from him and towards the city.
“It’s beautiful.” You say, not only talking about the view, but also the moment. Despite a rough start, you suddenly can’t help but think that the night can’t get more perfect than this.
“You’re beautiful.” Your attention shifts back to the man by your side. Had you heard correctly?
“What?” You ask, only to confirm that his words weren’t a figment of your imagination.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” It’s not possible for you to hide your emotions anymore. You’re certain that the corners of your mouth must reach your ears at this point. A smile is slowly forming on Wooyoung’s face as well as he sees your reaction to his words.
“Kiss me.” It was meant to come out as a question, but hearing your own tone it almost comes across as a demand instead. Despite this, Wooyoung obeys, closing the gap between the two of you. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up as his lips meet yours and feel the warmth from his face against yours. This first kiss is exactly like in the movies - romantic, intimate, genuine and-
“Hey, get down from there!” You feel a sharp light shine in your face. As you break the kiss, you see a very angry policeman at the bottom of the ladder.
“Oh, we’re so screwed.” You say, quickly getting up and heading towards the ladder to get down.
“Worth it.” Wooyoung says proudly, earning another gentle slap to the chest from you. But you did agree. It was definitely worth it.
#jung wooyoung#wooyoung#wooyoung x reader#ateez fics#ateez scenarios#ateez wooyoung#ateez imagines#ateez one shots#wooyoung one shots#ateez fanfiction#ateez x reader#ateez au#wooyoung au
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Nothing Ever After
Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro
Chapter 7
chapter warnings: this our first kinda spicy chapter! (thigh riding)
Also the next couple chapters (this included) are kinda fillers which is why it's a little all over the place… when i started writing this fic it was just a fun idea and i initially had no intention of posting it so i’ve been trying my hardest to make it make sense as i’m reading all it back and i’m thinking where the hell was i going with any of this… so bare with me for the next couple parts :)
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The show had finished a couple hours ago and everyone was loading up the vans and tour buses to get back on the road tonight. You stood with Nicholas and Bryan as Matt, Noah and Jolly moved the equipment and left over merch boxes on to the vans, whilst Folio stood over in a corner with Vinny, not-so-secretly lighting a joint. The rest of the Motionless guys already had their bus and vans loaded up and ready to go, Chris had come out to properly thank you for tonight just before Angela left, making sure you exchanged numbers.
Back in the venue, Vinny had to wake you up just before Bad Omens came off stage as he had to start taking his things back to the bus, and you apologised, not realising you had even fallen asleep. When he walked off you realised your makeup had rubbed off on his shoulder, laughing as it went unnoticed by him.
“Are all drummers stoners?” You chuckled, looking over at Nick and Vinny as they talked, passing the joint between them.
“Not all of them.” Bryan said.
“Most of them that I know are.” Nicholas added, smiling as he saw Nick and Vinny, “Do you smoke?”
“No, I don’t think I ever have. I’ve had the chance a few times but… I’ve never tried it.” You were distracted mid-sentence by the sight of Vinny taking the joint off Folio, looking irritatingly attractive. He stood there in his joggers and a black hoodie, the hood pulled over his head, remnants of his body paint still on his neck as he was yet to shower. As he blew the smoke out, he looked over in your direction, causing you to quickly avert your eyes.
However, as you looked away from Vinny you spotted Noah. He'd taken his shirt off after the show, and you watched his biceps and back flex as he moved the boxes, you shook your head, trying to clear your mind from the thoughts that were plaguing you in this moment.
“You okay?” Bryan asked, bumping your shoulder, noticing something was up. You nodded, giving him a smile.
“Just cold.” You half lied, you felt a little cold on your legs, but you upper body was layered up with a tshirt, hoodie and coat.
“Well I think the guys have sorted the bus now, I'm so tired but I don't expect to get much sleep. Jolly’s snoring is unbearable, I hope you brought ear plugs.” Nicholas shook his head.
“He snores?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” Bryan laughed, “We’re in our own rooms tomorrow though so it’s just for tonight.”
“Poor Jolly, I’m sure it’s not too bad!” You defended him.
...But boy, were you wrong.
It had been three hours since you tried going to sleep but you just couldn’t. You thought as the bus was moving, it would be easier to sleep but with Jolly on the bunk above you, you had no hope. But that wasn’t to say you weren’t tired, you’d tried working on editing the pictures you’d taken tonight but staring at you laptop was giving you a headache and you just couldn't focus.
You sighed, quietly sliding out of your bunk and walking back to the main area where the couches are, hoping to watch a movie andend up falling asleep there, but instead you were met by Noah.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” You ask, sitting beside him.
“No, I’ve just been thinking about something somebody told me after the show. It’s made me think how far we’ve really come as a band. I always had faith in us but I never really believed we’d make it.” He says, picking at his nails.
“Well look at you now.” You smiled, "You guys really are awesome."
The bus was cold, so Noah was wearing his band’s joggers and a hoodie, whilst you were in Vinny’s tshirt from this morning which still smelt of him and a pair of shorts, so you found yourself involuntarily leaning towards him for warmth, which he noticed and happily welcomed, wrapping an arm around you.
His hand was on your waist, but then you felt his fingers go lower, slipping under the hem of your shirt and resting on your bare skin above your hip.
“You’re so cold.” He whispered, pulling you closer to him.
“Mhmm... Maybe I need you to warm me up.” Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was making you act like this, or the thoughts you have been having for the last two weeks when he's been around, but you found yourself with your lips pressed to his jaw, your hand cupping his face as his hand went higher up your shirt, just below your boob.
“Oh yeah?” He smirked, pulling you onto his lap. “I can warm you up, baby.” He said before his lips met your own. Weeks of tension was finally being released. You kissed back hungrily, almost desperately, your fingers coming up to tug at his hair as his hand cupped your breast, groaning as his fingertips make contact with your flesh.
You didn’t even realise your hips had been rutting against his until you feel something suddenly beginning to poke your thigh, causing your eyes to widen as you pulled back from the kiss.
“Noah...” You whispered, attempting to catch your breath.
“I don’t want to risk being caught,” he says, “Let's just stay like this, okay?”
You nod your head, as he repositions you over his left thigh, his large hands grabbing your hips as he helped you set a pace. You were glad your shorts were slightly too big for you, and quite a thin material, so you felt the friction just right on your clit, wanting nothing but more as you attempted to grind down on him faster, yet his hands were too strong for you.
“Oh Noah…” You let out a breathy moan, resting your head on his shoulder as you let him move you against his thigh, your arms wrapping around his neck as you breathed in the smell of his cologne.
“Think you can you cum like this?” He whispered into your ear.
You nodded your head as he allowed you to move faster, chasing the high that was becoming close. In an attempt to keep you quiet, you felt Noah's lips capture yours, one of his hands moving to your ass. He started bouncing his leg slightly, wanting to give you as much pleasure as possible, as his hand moved once more, this time slithering back under your shirt, rolling his thumb over your now hardened nipple.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice so deep, dripping with lust like you have never heard before, “Fuck you look so pretty like this... Keep going baby, cum for me.”
“Yes, please,” you whimper against his lips, screwing your eyes shut, “I’m…” You let out a heavy breath, your nails digging into his shoulders.
“Shh... Good girl,” he whispered, stroking your hair as your thighs trembled, your hips coming to a halt as your orgasm washed over you, your head pressing into his shoulder again as you tried catching your breath.
“Nick, you awake? You owe me $50!” You heard Folio from his bunk, and you looked at Noah with wide eyes as fear washed over your face.
“Ignore him.” Noah told you as you moved to sit beside him, leaving a damp patch above his knee.
“I think they... made bet on if we were going to fuck-”
“Well we didn’t fuck.” Noah said, sounding slightly strained, and you couldn’t help but notice he was still painfully hard. You looked back up at him, noticing how he looked rather flustered.
“I can-”
“No it’s okay, you've done enough," He said as he got up, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. "I need to take a shower anyway, hopefully it’ll be easier for you to sleep now.”
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“Wait, what?!” Ryan laughed. Everyone was outside the next venue as everything was being moved inside to prepare for tonight. Ryan stood with Vinny, Ricky, Folio and Matt. You were on the bus editing the pictures you took last night, whilst Chris and Noah were on their way back from an interview.
“They were definitely fucking,” Folio said, “Jolly was snoring, which kept me up and I was about to get some more water when I saw y/n on Noah’s lap, and they were doing it, I swear!”
“Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" Matt laughed, "I didn't hear anything.”
“No I think they were trying to be quiet-”
“Look, I really don’t think they’d want you to be talking about this.” Vinny said, putting his hands in his pockets. Ricky agreed, saying it felt quite invasive.
It shouldn’t have made Vinny feel the way it did, he knew you had known Noah before him and it was clear there was something between you two, but he felt quite upset when Folio said that, he almost felt jealous.
Vinny really thought there was something between you and him, especially after you’d told him the night you met that there wasn’t anything between you and Noah. It was all too confusing for him.
He sighed when he realised they were still talking about it and walked back to the bus.
“Everything okay?” Angela asked, causing Vinny to jump.
“Shit you scared me,” he laughed, “I should be, but I’m not, but I have no reason not to be.” He said, sitting down and resting his head in his hands.
“What happened this time in Vinnyland?” She asked, putting down the makeup brush she was cleaning.
“What would you do if, hypothetically, someone you... were interested in… gave you the impression that they liked you back and told you there was nothing going on between them and another person who people think they’re interested in, but then- hypothetically- these two end up getting caught together even though they told you... y'know what, never mind.” He shook his head, reaching for his phone.
Angela slowly put the pieces together in her head and couldn't help but chuckle.
“That was a lot of words, Vin." She sighed, "Well… what would you do if this hypothetical somebody told me last night that she felt a connection with you the night you met and she wants to get to know you better.” Angela smirked, “I don’t want to see you get hurt Vin, but you should talk to her.”
“Is this why you two sneaked off yesterday?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe.” Angela smiled, picking her makeup brush and cloth back up, “But please go and talk to her, just don’t tell her I said anything. Shit, I told her I wouldn’t say anything.”
“Of course, I won't drop you in it. Thanks Ang!” He grinned, ruffling her hair as he got off the bus.
You were currently editing the photos you took yesterday on your laptop. You didn’t realise quite how many you got of Vinny from various angles, but he seemed to look good in every one of them so it was hard to decide which ones to keep.
“What happened to editing those last night?” Vin asks from behind you, causing you to jump out of your skin.
“Oh my- Vinny don’t scare me like that!” you laugh, putting your hand over your heart as he sits down beside you, “I fell asleep, so I’m making sure I get them done now.”
“Oh, really? That's not what I heard Folio telling the guys out there.”
“Shut up, he didn't.” Your face paled, your mouth hanging open, “What’s he saying?”
“He’s going around saying you and Noah fucked last night,” Vin sighed, sitting back, “So... are the two of you-”
“Look, Vin, he didn’t even finish! We didn’t fuck. Nothing really happened, I was on his lap and-”
“Okay, I don’t need the details!” He scrunched his face up, and you reached over, taking his hand in yours as you told him,
“Me and Noah aren’t a thing." You confirm, looking him in the eyes to try and prove you're telling the truth.
“Oh yeah?” He asked, and you desperately nodded your head, “So... If I asked you if you wanted to go for dinner with me tomorrow, what would you say?”
You wondered if your ears were playing tricks on you. You laughed, he couldn't be serious. Was Vinny Mauro asking you on a date?
“Dinner tomorrow?”
“We have the day off, and I’d love to spend time with you and get to know you properly- That's if you want to, of course.”
“No! I’d love to!” You grin, “That sounds fun, where should we go?”
“Well I passed this Thai restaurant whilst me and Rick were on a walk this morning, it looked pretty good… We could go there if you’re up for it?”
“That sounds great!” You smiled, "I'd like that."
Vinny smiled back, before he shuffled over to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he looked at what you were doing on your laptop.
“I saw all those pictures you took of me by the way, can you send them to me? They look sick.” He asked, and you chuckled.
“I didn’t realise how many I actually took, I didn't mean to.”
"Yeah, sure."
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“Guys I’m not feeling too well,” You say as you walk on to the Bad Omens tour bus, you had been trying to avoid Noah all day after the incident last night. You weren’t sure how he’d act around you, and you didn’t want to risk it around the others as they now knew what happened thanks to Folio. Ruffilo told you how Noah and Nick got into an argument when Matt told him what he was saying, but you just wished it never happened now, feeling stupid and rather embarrassed.
However, you were now feeling quite sick and needed to lay down, and you were unable to avoid Noah or Folio on the bus.
“Do you think you’ll be okay tonight?” Bryan asked, seeming quite concerned as he saw how pale you were in the face.
“I hope so, I think I’ve just overworked myself this afternoon, and with not sleeping much last few nights it’s just… it’s all catching up on me.”
“It’s okay,” Matt smiled, “Go and have a nap if you need to, I'll wake you up after soundcheck and see how you feel.”
“If you don’t think you’ll be well enough tonight I can cover for you.” Bryan adds.
“Thanks, I think I'll just see how I feel soon.” You said, walking down to the bunks, passing Noah who didn't even acknowledge your presence.
As you layed down, you finally felt peace for the first time in the last week. You could finally breathe, and you let yourself rest your eyes as you pulled your blanket over yourself.
You finally managed to get a couple hours of sleep, not even waking up for the show. It wasn’t until you heard someone call your name when you jolted up, hitting your head on the bunk above you.
“Y/n? Matt told me you weren’t feeling well and you missed the show- Are you okay?” It was Angela, who was walking onto the bus holding a couple of water bottles, but then stopped to laugh as she watched your hold your head.
“Yeah,” you laughed, still half asleep as you got up, “I missed the show? Why didn’t they wake me up?”
“They felt bad, it’s your first tour and clearly you haven’t adjusted yet to how things work. But… we have more important things to talk about- what the hell happened between you and Noah last night?”
“Ang!” You groaned, “I’ve already had to explain it to Vinny… We didn’t really do anything we were just… messing around. I guess Folio caught us-”
“Don’t skip on the details c’mon!” She grinned, leaning forwards, “What did you do.”
“I…” You couldn’t believe you were about to tell her, “I got off on his thigh. That was it, I swear! It started because I couldn’t sleep, and neither could he, so we sat together because I was cold and the next thing I knew I was on his lap!”
“Vin seemed quite pissed about it this morning,” she says, taking a sip of water, “But… I have some news.”
“What is it?” You asked, sitting back in your seat.
“He’s definitely into you, like for sure!”
“Really? So this is why he asked me to go out with him tomorrow?"
“He did what?!”
“When he came to talk to me this morning. I told him how there’s nothing going on between me and Noah and then he asked me if I wanna go for dinner with him tomorrow.”
“Oh my god!” She grinned, “So you’ve made your decision.”
“Huh?”
“Vinny, you chose him over Noah?”
“Well, no, I don’t know. Because I really like Noah, and I really like Vinny, I just want to see where things go with the both of them and go from there.”
“Okay,” she nodded, “I see where you’re going with this, but please be careful. I don’t want to see any of you get hurt.”
“I know, and I’ll make sure they both know.”
“Good.” She smiled, “So… what are you wearing for that date tomorrow?”
“I don’t know, do I dress up or do I go casual?”
“You’re going out with Vinny, honey, if you want to dress up then go for it but I know that guy and he’ll turn up in joggers, cargos if he’s feeling fancy.” She laughs. “Hey, I think we can check into our hotel now, why don’t you show me what clothes you have and I can help you pick!”
"Please!"
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When Vinny knocked on your door at exactly 6pm the next evening, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if you were more nervous or excited, you hadn’t been on a date in forever, and you worried you might make it awkward.
You were happy with the outfit Angela helped pick out for you, it wasn’t too casual or too dressy. You picked up your phone and bag and opened the door, watching as Vinny eyed you up, trying to hide his smile.
“You look amazing.” He said, causing you to blush.
“Thanks… So did you decide where we're going?”
“The Thai restaurant Rick and I saw! It looked pretty good, hopefully they have a free table.”
“You didn’t call them?” You laughed, and Vinny shook his head.
“Sorry, I’ve been so busy, there’s been so much going on-”
“It’s okay! Lets just hope it’s open!”
And of course, the restaurant was shut on Thursdays.
“What the fuck!” Vinny groaned, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Do you wanna know what my dream date has always been?” You asked.
“Standing outside a closed Thai restaurant," he paused to look up at the cloudy sky, "Whilst it looks like it’s about to rain?”
“No! I’ve always wanted to just have a movie date, get a pizza and just talk and chill, kinda like a stereotypical girls sleepover!”
“Are you serious?” Vinny laughed.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well I saw a dominos just now, I could ask for the keys to the bus and we can put a movie on?”
“I’d love nothing more.” You grinned, and Vinny shook his head, smiling as you both began to walk away.
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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 7
Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader
CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10
synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.
disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.
rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)
warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, protective pedro, panic attack (not detailed), just he being an angel mostly.
n/a: thanks for last chapter’s comments! they always put a smile on my face :D
word count: 1,751
After the extra days off in Berlin, life back at the movie set was not your cup of tea. New director, new schedule, new dynamics. You weren’t able to spend as much time alone with Pedro anymore, because they were redoing a big part of the movie and keeping the same end date for the shootings — that meant no more night sneakouts for both of you, not on working days at least. You still texted all the time and kept staring at each other every time you were in the same room, but you just missed how things were at the beginning, especially with this sparkle happening between you two. You eagerly waited for your off day announcement, hoping it would match Pedro’s for the first time in almost a month. When you got the paper, it upset you. Later, on the same day, you asked Pedro to come over to your cabin for a little, which he happily did.
You could see how tired he was, 3 months into the shooting. This was an ungrateful industry, for sure. You were tired yourself, being just an assistant. You hugged him once the door was closed.
“I’ve missed you so much, mi princesa”, he whispered in your ear. “This filming schedule will end up killing all of us.”
“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to the final month, we are so behind…” You couldn’t help but worry about all the extra hours to come, but you didn’t want to spend your time with him talking about work. “I was wondering, I will have the day after tomorrow off. I saw you don’t, but maybe you could ask for it?”
“I can try”, he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s something I’ve meaning to tell you about.”
Your anxious ass was already nervous. You stared at him, waiting.
“Donna asked me about the nature of our relationship”, a little pout on his face. “I didn’t give her an answer, but I guess people have been gossiping about it.”
“We don’t even get to spend that much time together anymore”, you felt upset. “That’s just so fucking unfair.”
He held you closer into his chest, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.
“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, sweetheart”, Pedro promised, as you got caught up on hearing his heart pumping hard inside his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“It isn’t your fault, P”, you said softly. “That’s the one thing you can’t protect me from, I guess.”
Pedro breathed out strongly, feeling frustrated.
“I just wish we could come clean”, he confessed. “I feel hiding it just makes it look worse for us, and I really don’t think we’re doing anything wrong.”
“People already give me these dirty, judgy looks only being suspicious of it”, you replied. “Picture if we come out, my life here would turn into hell and probably none of these people would put out a good word about me for a next gig.”
“I hate how they choose to pick on you, not me”, Pedro touches your arm with affection. “What do you want to do?”
“It would be lovely if we got the same day off, as a start.” You loved how he was always asking your opinion. “Maybe we could go back to that pub in Berlin, just get out of this place for a bit.”
“I will make sure it happens, promise”, he showed you his pinky. You smiled and took it, kissing him briefly on the lips — there’s no time or energy for more than that.
The next day, you get early to the common area and, before you get to say anything to let them know you were there, you hear Pedro and Donna mentioning your name. It looked like they were having an argument.
“This will fuck your career up if you don’t drop it”, she said, getting an angry look from him. “I did everything you asked: Dave’s out, I kept her on the crew and I will recommend her to future jobs, but that’s what you’re getting from me.”
“You’re talking like she was a kid or something”, Pedro argued with a frustrated tone.
“You know it’s fucking wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it as a secret until now”, Donna told him, making you fell incredible bad. You should make a sound or something, but it felt like it was too late. “A scandal like this can ruin the whole movie campaign, the award season, every single thing is on the line here. For what? A twenty-something old pussy? Please.”
“I won’t ask you again to watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her”, he was controlling himself, the tension on his body showing.
“You can have your fucking day off Pedro”, she shaked her shoulders. “I wash my hands, but if this backlashes against the project or the studio, I might not be able to do anything about you, but she is fucked.”
“Don’t you fucking dare”, he warned her.
“You heard me and you better make sure she knows what she is getting into”, Donna didn’t seem intimidated. “That’s if you’re even keeping her after we’re done here.”
Pedro didn’t reply and she went away to the opposite direction, her last statement still floating in the air. Fuck, that didn’t look good. You didn’t want him to know you just heard all of that, so you quietly sneaked back to your cabin. That conversation was everything you were able to think about during the day, as you did your best to avoid being with both of them. Later, Pedro texted you to come over with your bag packed for the day away. Once you got there, he greeted you with a tired smile and occupied himself with packing his own luggage.
“I heard you and Donna today”, you confessed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”
Pedro looked at you, a worried look in his eyes.
“Which part?” He asked, using his hand to invite you to sit on his bed with him.
“The last one”, you frowned. “Was she right?”
“About what?”
“You don’t keeping me after.”
He breathed out slowly, running his hands on his face.
“I don’t know what life will bring, sweetheart”, he started, but your heart was already racing. That’s definitely not what you wanted to hear. “Of course I care about you, but I told you before, I can’t make long term promises right now.”
It just broke you a little bit — at least, he is being honest, you thought. But it didn’t help the sinking feeling you felt inside.
“Thanks for making things clear”, you whispered, doing your best to hold back the tears. “We should get going… Let’s enjoy the month we have left.”
“Baby girl—”
“It’s fine, Pedro”, you didn’t let him finish. “Let’s just go.”
So you two did. The drive to Berlin was absolute silence and, once you got there, you went straight to the same pub/night club from the first time you went out together. Pedro’s friends were waiting for you there, but your mind just wasn’t in it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You felt heartbroken to the point you couldn’t pretend everything was fine and just be around him, so you decided to sit at the bar by yourself. He didn’t come after you at first, and when he did, you were already kind of drunk, full of all these feelings.
“You okay?” He asked, getting on the seat by your side. “I hope you got what I meant—”
“Do you do it in every project?” You interrupted him, popping the question that was killing you. “Am I just a thing for this one, and next one is another girl?”
“I wouldn’t— Y/N, I never meant that”, he looked worried that you were thinking that about him. “Please, don’t even go there, it’s nonsense.”
You nodded, unsatisfied but unable to start a proper argument.
“If you aren’t having a good time, I would rather just get a hotel room and spend our free time together”, Pedro said after a few minutes in silence.
You didn’t reply, you only stood up and shaked your head at the exit’s direction. He guided you, holding your hand. He opened the door for you and you didn’t expect the flashes and yelling. Scared, you almost stumbled on your own feet, but Pedro held your arm, side-hugging you and using his jacket to protect your face from the paparazzi. You felt a panic attack coming, feeling unable to move. Pedro held you even closer, doing his best to protect you.
"Who is she?” A pap screamed.
“Pose for a pic, Pedro!” Another one did the same.
“Please you guys, give us space”, Pedro asked politely, he could barely see where he was going, the strong flashing lights taking his sight away.
“New GF, Pepe?” They kept trying to get a good picture of both of you. “Let me see her cute face. C'mon, man!”
“Fuck off, asshole”, Pedro pushed his way through the group, getting you inside the car and telling the driver to go. “What the fuck just happened?”
You still couldn’t move, your eyes hurting from the lights and your dizziness wasn’t helping. Pedro held your hand tight and kissed your cheek.
“You okay, baby, I got you”, he promised.
Your breath was irregular and you hid your face against his chest.
“I’m so, so sorry— I don’t even know’, he touched your hair nicely. “Try to focus on your breath, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re with me.”
You did as he asked, trying to pay attention to his beating heart, as it always brought you confort. He reached for a water bottle and gave it to you. You slipped a little bit, being able to regain control of your breathing. Your whole body still shaking.
“Fuck”, he whispered, running his hand thought his hair. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”
“What the hell was that?” You spoke with a weak voice, still regulating yourself.
“Fucking paps, I don’t know—” he tried to explain, but you could see they caught him off guard as well. “Let’s get you to bed, I’m gonna call my agent. It will be fine.”
He did as he promised. He helped you undress and change into your pajamas. You brushed your teeth under his careful look and he tucked you into bed, giving you a long kiss on your forehead.
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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 7)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Drug Use, Drinking and a Relapse.
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 2.0K
Summary: Time flies by when Y/N is home but eventually she has to go back to London. One argument leads Rafe to his next spiral.
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Y/N sits at the kitchen island with her laptop in front of her and a mug of Earl Grey tea beside it. She is looking at different flights back to London. Cole has finished his scouting of the Outer Banks for work, which means he is heading back home, so Y/N thought it would be a good time to go too. She takes a sip of her tea as Mason enters the kitchen. “Ugh, we should’ve figured you would’ve stayed in England forever when you started drinking tea,” he grumbles tiredly, rounding the counter to rest his head on her shoulder. He takes a chance to look at her laptop. “No… You can’t go back. You just got home.” Y/N turns her head to look at Mason, “I’ve been here for almost two months, Mace. London is my home now. Just like how Toronto is now also your home. I need to get back to watch over the bookstore.” Mason gives her a pouty look.
“But, dude, I miss my sister. You haven’t been back in five years.”
“I know, but it’s not like you can’t visit me in London. I have lots of space there for you. Sparky would love to share his dog bed with you.”
“Haha. That’s hilarious. Please stay a little longer.”
“I can’t, Mason. I love you, but I’m going back in a week. See, I’ve already booked my ticket.”
She points towards her laptop screen at the ticket she bought while he was trying to convince her to stay. At this, he groans and runs his hand down his face. “Dude, you suck,” he complains. Y/N looks at him with sad eyes, “I’m sorry. I’ll pay for a ticket for you to come visit me. I promise.” Mason looks at her with reluctant eyes and gives her a small smile. “Fine, but you have to buy me all the food that I want.” “Deal,” she agrees with a massive grin face, happy that she could cheer her brother up.
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Why the universe kept leading her to her ex-boyfriend’s ex is beyond her comprehension. Blythe stares at Y/N working on her laptop in the booth near the window. Blythe honestly likes Y/N, but with her recent break-up with Rafe fresh in her mind, she doesn’t really feel like sitting next to the girl that plagues his mind. Seeing as the coffee shop is filled with customers and she does not want to go back to the hotel to work, she has no choice but to ask the girl to sit across from her. She is tired of seeing the four walls of her hotel room. “Can I sit here?” she asks Y/N. The bright smile on Y/N’s face makes Blythe think that Y/N isn’t aware of the break-up, “Yeah, of course.” She takes her seat and gets to work on the paperwork she needs to do today.
After about an hour of doing work, it’s clear the girls are running on steam, so Y/N offers to get them something to eat and drink. She returns to the table with a smile, placing the food in front of Blythe. “So what’s it like working for a hotel franchise?” she inquiries to Blythe. The hotel heiress awkwardly looks at her because she really doesn’t feel like talking, “You know, it’s here and there. I love doing the work but I’m nowhere near ready to take over.”
“Makes sense. I mean with the wedding, I’d imagine it would be hard to juggle planning and a CEO change.”
“So you really haven’t heard?”
“Heard what?”
“Rafe and I broke up.”
“Was it because of the drugs?”
“Well, that certainly explains his behaviour. I guess in a way it is because it has changed how he acts. But I think it was mostly because of you.”
“Me? I promise you that I haven’t told him to break up with you or hinted that I wanted to get back together with him.”
Blythe gives her a raised eyebrow, not because she doesn’t believe her, but because the answer should be obvious. “I know you would never do that, Y/N. It’s just that, even after all these years, you’ve had this big place in his heart that I or any other person, I think, couldn’t fill. He was always meant to be for you and I think seeing you again triggered this realization for him. The universe wants him with you,” Blythe explains as gently as possible.
Y/N looks at her with questioning eyes, “If the universe really thought that Rafe and I were meant to be, then why did it bring Cole back into my life the day we saw each other at the club? I felt pulled to go to the pool there, which doesn’t normally happen.” Blythe gives her a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t you get it? A part of your healing was being able to move on from the past. The universe might have brought you to Cole, but why does it keep bringing you back to me? I think, as some cruel joke, I meant to help you come to the same realization that Rafe came to a long time ago. That he is the one for you.” Not having anything more to say, Blythe packs up her stuff and leaves the coffee shop, leaving Y/N to wonder if what the outgoing girl said was true.
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Rafe had been going strong with resisting the temptation of putting any substance that could intoxicate him inside of his body. He has been doing anything that could keep his mind off of her, getting high or drunk. Working until early in the morning, helping his sisters with whatever abstract thing they could think of, doing garden work. Thankfully, it helps. Rafe enters the house on the phone with Mason. As he walks through the door, he sees his dad waiting for him at the front entrance. “Mace, I gotta go,” he mutters into the phone before hanging up. He has been avoiding his father since the break-up, knowing that Ward wouldn’t be too pleased with what happened. However, it seems Rafe couldn’t run any longer. “I don’t want to talk about it, Dad.” Ward shakes his head and approaches the boy, “Well, too bad because that’s what I want to do. How could you break up with Bltyhe? She’s perfect for the family!”
“She was going to break up with me anyway, I just did it before she could. And she may have been perfect for the family, but she isn’t perfect for me.”
“Then who is Rafe? You haven’t been on a date with anyone other than Blythe since high school. How are you supposed to find that person if you don’t give anyone a chance?”
“We both know that I already found her. I just don’t know where we stand at the moment.”
“Y/N is not perfect for you. You are going to take over the company, here. She lives in England.”
“What if I wanted to go to England with her? You’ve never asked me what I wanted when you were planning my whole life for me. You never asked me what I had planned. You’re lucky that I didn’t get into any of the English universities that I applied to. Because if I did, you’d probably never see me again.”
“Yeah, It’s because you weren’t smart enough for the British universities! Did you ever stop to think that maybe I didn’t think you would be good enough for anything else? That maybe that’s why I insist on you taking over Cameron Development! Because you aren’t capable of doing anything not handed to you on a silver platter.” Ward’s cruel words are like a slap in the face. All of Rafe’s insecurities come back to him and all he knows is that he needs to escape.
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Y/N wakes up to the buzzing of her phone. Not bothering to check who it is, she answers it, “Hello?” His slurred speech is the first thing she notices. “I need you to pick me up,” he demands into the phone, even if she can’t see him, she knows he is waving his arms around as he gives the order. She sits up completely and rubs the sleep out of her eyes, “Rafe, are you drunk? Where are you?” He slurs out a couple of words she can’t understand and then hangs up. She tries to call him again but he doesn’t answer. She swings her feet over her bed and goes to wake up Mason.
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She drives up to the address Mason gave her, thanks to Find My Friend, to find Rafe stumbling around the front yard. She parks the car and then hops out to retrieve him. “There she is! The girl I should be marrying,” he mumbles, walking right into her arms. She shakes her head, dragging him towards the passenger side of the car. “What are you talking about? Rafe, are you drunk?” she asks, but when she sees his dilated eyes, she knows the truth. “Please tell me you aren’t high. Tell me that you kept your promise.” He hops into the passenger seat and looks at her as though he has been caught committing a crime, which he technically is. Y/N looks at him with a broken heart, “I really wish you kept your promise.” He just sighs and she goes to the driver's side. “You don’t know what I had to deal with this afternoon,” he grumbles, crossing his arm and turning toward the window.
“Was it your dad? About the engagement?”
“Of course, it was my dad! WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?”
“You don’t need to yell at me. You shouldn’t let your father get to you like this. And drugs aren’t going to solve all your problems, Rafe. You need to talk to someone.”
“Like you’re one to talk. I know part of the reason you broke up with me is because of my dad. Plus, the only person I want to talk to is currently upset at me for doing drugs. You don’t get it. I need the drugs to forget about you.”
“Rafe… I don’t even know how to process any of that, let alone answer it. I had my reasons for our break up. You know that.”
“That’s what you keep saying. But I don’t know why you couldn’t talk to me about what was wrong. We told each other we would always tell each other about what we were worried about. And you didn’t do that. Why didn’t you do that?”
She looks over at him with dejected eyes, turning her head back towards the road. Y/N doesn’t want to answer his question, telling the truth would make her too vulnerable and she doesn’t need to feel like that right now. She continues the journey towards his house. She parks in front of it and doesn’t say anything as he gets out of the car. “Thank you. I’ll stop bothering you from now on. You won’t hear from me again,” he murmurs without giving a single glance towards her. When she sees he entered his house, she starts hitting the steering wheel with tears running down her face. Y/N couldn’t keep her feelings in anymore.
Rafe gets into his room and yells without a care as to who he might be waking up. He grabs the glass on his bedside table, throwing it onto the ground. He watches it shatter into millions of pieces and chucks something else onto the ground. The door to his room creaks open. Wheezie peeks her head through the door, “Rafe, are you okay?” All he can do is scream at her, launching the alarm cloak he is holding at the door. She yips in fear, closing the door to protect herself. He finishes his attacks and slams his back against the wall. He lets himself slide down so he is sitting. Rafe buries his head into his hands and lets out a gut-wrenching sob. Both Y/N and Rafe went to bed that night with pain in their hearts and one question in their minds. Will they ever find a way back to each other?
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Braces || m.s
Pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader
Summary: y/n got braces and is worried about what mattt will think.
Warnings: use of y/n, established relationship, insecurities/self criticism(?¿), nicknames (sweetheart, babe/baby, my girl, beautiful), pure fluff
A/n: I’m supposed to get braces soon so ig I’m just projecting😓
semi-proofread
Blue = matt
Pink = y/n
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7 Missed calls from “my love🩵”
6 voicemails from “my love🩵”
5 New Messages from “my love🩵”
Babe it’s been almost a week, I’m getting worried.
Why aren’t you answering me?
Did I do something wrong?
I know you’re reading these!
I’m coming over.
I’ve been staring at myself in the bathroom mirror for the last hour. Pushing my lips up and down to show my teeth.
Braces suck. They hurt, they’re uncomfortable… they’re ugly.
I want to break the mirror. But that won’t change how I look. It’s disgusting. Why couldn’t I have had normal teeth? Why did they have to be so fucked up?
I was never insecure about my teeth, until my dentist basically told me that I should be, she told me that some of my teeth overlap and that my jaw is slightly lopsided. After that, it’s all I could see. But now that I have braces to fix that? I can’t even think of going to visit my own boyfriend without being terrified that he will leave me because of how I look.
“He won’t love you anymore”
“You’re not pretty enough for him”
“You look disgusting”
“You shouldn’t even try. There’s no point.”
“You’ll be alone”
That’s all I can hear in my mind as I stare at the mirror, pulling at my upper lip so that I can view my new braces better, my vision slightly blurred from the tears that are constantly rolling down my cheeks and dropping onto the sink below me.
A faint call of my name downstairs confuses me. Matt? Shit. Before I can close the bathroom door, he appears in the doorway, he takes in my tired, tear-stained face and his face contorts with worry.
“Baby, what’s going on? Why haven’t you been talking to me?”
I don’t answer him, not wanting to open my mouth in fear that he’ll see my braces. Frustrated tearsburn my cheeks as escape my eyes. He steps closer and cups my face in his hands, I flinch away, my new braces making not only my teeth sensitive, but the entire lower half of my face.
“Y/n, talk to me, you’re really worrying me” the hurt look in his eyes are enough for me to give in.
I angle my head down and mumble my reply so that my teeth don’t show as I talk. “M’got braces ‘n’ I hate ‘em.”
“Braces, huh? Let me see.” He puts his fingertips under my chin, his touch much gentler this time. I pull away and shake my head.
“Mh-mmh, ‘s ugly” I cover my mouth with my hand as I speak.
“Hey” He speaks gently as he takes my hand and pulls it away from my mouth. “I haven’t seen you in almost a week, I’m getting withdrawals. I want to see my beautiful girl. C’mon, smile for me”
I hesitantly lift my head and smile awkwardly, showing the horrific scene that is my teeth and braces. He puts his hands on the sides of my face again, with such a gentle touch I’m not even sure it’s there. The terrifying dread pooling in my stomach gnaws its way up to my burning throat as I try not to cry.
He smiles wide “There’s my girl. You’re still gorgeous.”
“no m’not” tears fill my eyes, he wipes them away as quickly as they fall.
“Yes you are. You are absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Nothing could change my mind, especially not some braces.”
“But I look so… geeky. I already wear glasses, this is just ridiculous” i attempt to look in the mirror again but matt puts his hands on my hips and turns me to face him again.
“I think you look cute, sweetheart”
I shake my head and put my hands on my face to hide a blush creeping to my cheeks.
“C’mon, let’s go lay down and watch a movie” He takes my hands and moves them away from my face, leading me to the bedroom. He jumps onto the bed with a dramatic grunt, I let out a little laugh as I join him, his arm going around my shoulders and my head resting on his chest.
Matt pulls away slightly to look at my face, he puts his hand under my chin again. “Do they hurt?”
“Like a bitch” I nod. “It’s like a dull ache in my entire jaw as well as my teeth, because they’re fixing my jaw too, apparently it’s lopsided. Look, my teeth go all the way together on one side, but on the other there’s a gap between top and bottom” I clench my teeth together and show him, he looks and I’m right, my jaw is uneven.
“Huh, I never noticed that before” He mutters as he puts his hands on the sides of my face gently and looks closely at my teeth. “Still beautiful” He runs his fingers through my hair and I sigh contentedly at the soothing feeling.
“I remember when I had braces. I hated it, especially when I had to go get them tightened.”
“You had braces?” I look up at him, surprised that I didn’t know that fact.
“Yeah a few years ago, so did Nick and Chris”
“Is that why you’re being so nice about mine?”
“Yes and no, i’m being nice because i know how painful they are when they’re first fitted. But, I do think they look cute on you, and you’ll be happy by the end when you get them taken off because you’ll have nice straight teeth” He smiles down at me, that smile that I adore so much, that always makes me feel better.
I sigh and put my head back on his chest, carefully due to the ache in my jaw “I love you”
“I love you too, Sweetheart”
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We stay like this for a while, just silently in each other’s embrace, until Matt spoke up.
“Why didn’t you just tell me about the braces? Why did you avoid me?”
Regret and guilt eats away at my chest and stomach. I feel terrible for avoiding him, and now I feel terrible for what I’m about to tell him.
“I thought you wouldn’t think i’m pretty anymore… I thought that if you saw me with them, you’d leave me”
I can hear the surprise mix with hurt in his voice “What? Sweetheart, I wouldn’t- first of all, I’d never not think you are anything less than fucking gorgeous. But also, I would never just leave you simply because of your braces. I love you way too much to do anything like that.”
Even though his words cause a warmth in my chest, it also causes the guilt in my stomach to finally chew a giant hole all the way through. “I’m really sorry that I thought that of you, I was just scared…”
“It’s okay, baby. I, of all people, understand overthinking a situation. It’s alright. At least now you know.”
I nod in response, we turn on the TV and watch one of our “together-shows”. Every now and then (the only movement made by either of us) matt kisses my temple as a reassurance that he’s still there and still loves me.
Matt always knows how to cheer me up and make me feel better. I never stay in a bad mood for long when I’m around him. And he’s right, braces are temporary, and I’ll be happy with the end result so there’s no point dwelling on something that is gradually making things better.
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[7:27 pm]
(cw: alcohol mentions, “assholes”)
You never thought you would willingly be back at work during your time off. Even less, if someone were to tell you the assholes in marketing would be drunk and doing body shots. So here you were standing in the lobby of your workplace, glass of wine in hand, watching your coworkers act like they had never been in public. If you were acting like they were, you’d never show your face in the building again. You were getting secondhand embarrassment just watching them.
You sighed and took a sip of wine from your glass, the clock on the wall told you that you had only been here for an hour. If you went home now, it would be the perfect time to just say the party had been lame, but you were unfortunately a head of department so people would notice you being gone. What was the best way to get out of here?
“I can see the cogs in your brain turning,” You heard someone mumble behind you.
You jumped in shock, the wine glass almost falling from your hand before turning to see who it was, “Oh! Mr. Kim, I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry.”
He laughed with a bright smile, “Please, I’ve told you countless times. Just Doyoung is fine.”
You blushed and nodded looking at the strobe lights as more and more people began to dance. You saw some girls from your floor taking shots at the bar, the guys you chatted with on your way to the printer were trying to do the worm, and even the head of IT was leading the conga line. And here you were, staring at the crowd, warm and shy with the freaking CEO standing right next to you. From the corner of your eye you could see he was doing the same as you and laughing occasionally at the crazy antics of his employees.
You had known Doyoung for many years now. He had been on the panel you interviewed with and been a major part in your early days of the company. As head of the Sales department you worked very closely with him, which didn’t help you at all. Doyoung was always nice to you, and never acted as your superior in a cocky, holier-than-thou way. He stopped by your office regularly with coffee and “urgent” matters which were never really urgent. Usually he would stop by with that as a cover and you would just chat to get to know each other. How could you not have a crush on him? He was kind, hard working, and handsome. Especially now, he had ditched his suit jacket and was showing off his loosened holiday tie and red cheeks from the wine he had been sipping on.
“Are you having a good time?” He asked you, his eyes still locked on the dance floor. Someone had just started a dance circle by attempting to breakdance.
You pulled on a fake smile, “Oh absolutely! This party has been the best holiday party I’ve come to in all my years here!”
Doyoung laughed heartily, clutching his stomach while some wine splashed out of his glass. “You’re lying, I can see it on your face.” Damn, he was cute when he laughed.
You took a deep pull of your wine, “What gave it away?”
“Before I came over here, the look on your face was one of pure judgement and boredom. You know this party wasn’t mandatory right?”
“I had no other plans on a Friday night, and I really was looking forward to it, but you know how this week was.” The week had been a long one. You had all had to work extra hard to keep a long time client from partnering with a competitor and on top of that you had end of year sales reports due in just a few days. Those were always a major pain, but add your own to checking all the rest of the sales team and you got a stressful, tiring week.
Doyoung nods and stares at silently for a moment, “I really appreciate you still coming despite how hard the week was for all of us. You’re a great head of department and a real asset to our company. I love your dedication and love spending time with you.”
You set your wine glass aside on a table, “One of those statements is not like the other, Mr. CEO.”
“Too much wine I guess,” he cleared his throat, “but I did mean it.”
You smile at him softly, it’s now or never, “I love your dedication and spending time with you too.”
He smiled excitedly and calmed it down after a few breaths and likely remembering he was at a company party and HR is always watching, “Can I get you another drink? Maybe we can walk around and chat for a bit?”
“Yes, I’d really like that.”
And yes, both your assistants did notice you both laughing and flirting in the corner of the room while Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ was playing. They clinked their glasses to that before downing another shot.
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Chapter 1
Riley’s POV:
I was in a surprisingly peaceful sleep when I felt soft fur against my face then the gentle nudge and lick. It’s the morning ritual I’ve grown accustomed to. “Good morning, Hades.” I groggily say to my three-year-old black German Shepherd who has oh so rudely decided it’s time to get up.
I roll over rubbing the sleep from my eyes to see the soft glow of the morning light filtering in through my window. Picking my phone up from the nightstand it reads 7:26 am October 13th. Sighing, I swing my feet to the edge of my bed and proceed to start our normal morning routines.
A short time later I step out onto my back deck to let Hades do his business, my hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. I’m immediately hit with a warm breeze and realize just how comfortable it feels. Pulling my phone from the pocket of my pajama pants, I check the weather app where it predicts it to be an exceptionally warm day. Luckily, it’s one of my days off from my boring, dead-end customer service job. It’s been a major stressor for me lately and I’m ecstatic to avoid that hell hole even if just for today.
I mindlessly scroll random apps as I sip my coffee, enjoying the sun’s rays on my pale skin as my boy gets all his overnight zoomies out. Just as I sip the last of the coffee from my mug, he comes running back up sitting beside me, tongue out, panting. “Hey, handsome boy of mine. I know we usually take walks around the neighborhood on my days off but how’d you like to go to the park instead?” I ask, scratching behind his ear, getting only a gruff woof and tail wag in agreement. “Perfect!” I exclaim before we walk back inside.
I spend a few hours working around the house tidying a bit and starting some laundry while singing (ok more like screaming) and dancing around the cozy bungalow I call my home, all while the songs boom through the Bluetooth speakers. Hades tilted his head or huffed at me occasionally from his oversized dog bed in the living room. “You know you love it!” I tease as I pass by, stopping to give him a few good belly scratches.
I quickly shower before stepping out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing one of my oversized towels from the rack and wrapping it around my small frame. I pull my paddle brush through the tangles that are my shoulder-length black hair, then twist another towel around it, pushing it onto the top of my head and retreating to my room. I fall back onto my queen bed, my arms spreading as I lean back, and stay that way for a while, closing my eyes and preparing myself to venture out.
Eventually, I push myself up and go over to my dresser. I pull out a black thong and lace bralette then a pair of black leggings and my go-to comfy, faded, grey Guns N’ Roses shirt I’ve cut into a crop top. After getting dressed, I return to the bathroom to pull my hair into a low loose ponytail, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. I stare at myself in the mirror above my sink, sighing at the sight but I don’t bother putting on makeup. I’m too tired to care and it’s not like I’m out to impress anyone. Dropping my gaze, I push myself away from the counter and head back towards the kitchen to prepare everything Hades and I will need for the park.
Half an hour later we’re pulling into my favorite park. I reach back to clip on Hades’ leash, grab my crossbody bag from the passenger floorboard, and then exit the SUV. We stop to grab the blanket from the back hatch of my grey 2010 Nissan Xterra before making our way down the sidewalk.
As expected, the park was alive with the sounds of nature and people out enjoying the weather. It took us a few minutes, but we managed to find a nice shady spot under a tall oak tree that’s adjacent to the large field where people lounge and play. I release Hades and tell him to stay as I work to spread out my black and white buffalo plaid blanket and begin unpacking for a relaxing afternoon.
It didn’t take long before we got comfortable. I lay on my stomach, my legs bent at the knee, casually swinging back and forth through the air. I’ve got my sticker-covered tumbler and a Tupperware full of fresh-cut fruit (ok mostly strawberries) on one side of me. A book was spread in front of me, my eyes skimming over the pages from behind my oversized sunglasses. Hades had posted up near the edge of the blanket on my other side as he went to town on his large red Kong toy, his travel bowl full of water next to him.
I’d lost track of time, completely caught up in my reading, most of my fruit picked over and eaten. Hades had long given up on his toy and was almost asleep when suddenly he perked up giving a slight huff. Figuring he saw a squirrel or something, I failed to see the large shadow pass over me as a sudden pain shoots into the left side of my ribs and something heavy fell over top of me, Hades darting away from his position. Whatever it is landed with a thud in front of Hades, water splashing everywhere in the process. I quickly began to shake the water from the pages of my book before any damage could be done.
“Ouch! What the fu…” I begin to exclaim, but my words come up short as my eyes fall onto this dazed, dark-haired man lying across me and my blanket.
He slowly pushes himself up onto his elbows, putting his shirtless and heavily tattooed chest on full display, droplets of water sliding down and glistening in the afternoon light. I thank God for these sunglasses hiding my eyes as I gawk at this stranger’s toned body. I shake my head and slowly take in the scene, realizing his long legs are still stretched across my back and one of his elbows rests halfway in Hades’ water bowl.
Eventually, my eyes make it back to his face where I’m greeted with a strong, sharp jawline peppered with the beginnings of some facial hair and mesmerizing deep chocolate-brown eyes. I’m brought back to reality when Hades is suddenly at the man’s side dropping a frisbee I hadn’t even noticed onto his lap. I can’t help but let out a laugh at the situation and the fact I was letting myself get lost in this stranger’s looks, no matter how handsome he may be. “I think Hades is returning your frisbee to you.” I state matter of factly. Despite his size and intimidating looks, he was quite a gentle giant. Thanks a lot bud, so much for protecting me.
Noah’s POV:
I have no idea what happened, but one second I was running full speed and the next I found myself lying flat on my back staring at the brightly colored tree canopy above me.
I let out a groan and begin to push myself up onto my elbows. Feeling something wet on one of my arms, I look over to see my elbow in a water bowl. I begin taking in the rest of my surroundings and find I’m on someone’s picnic blanket. Just then I see something dark in my peripheral vision and the frisbee I’d been running to catch drops in my lap.
I hear a feminine laugh as my eyes dart up, noticing my legs are laid across the back of a petite raven-haired woman who had been stretched out on said blanket. I hear her words as I look down to the frisbee in my lap, then to the big furry black mass standing to my right. That must be whose water bowl my elbow is resting in.
I hurriedly remove my legs and scramble to my knees, the frisbee falling from my lap while putting my hands up in case this dog decides to attack. Again, I hear the sound of her laughter drawing my eyes to her full, slightly red tinted lips. Slowly she sits up crisscrossing her legs in front of her, her crop top riding up a little to reveal a tattoo on her side as she rubs at her ribs. A few more are sprinkled on her arms.
“Don’t worry, he may look ferocious, but he’s really a big baby.” With the motion of her free hand I watch as the large dog returns to the girl’s side and lays against her, eyes closing, tongue out as he soaks up her head pats.
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I sit back on my heels and brush my hands down my star covered sweat shorts nervously and let out a slight chuckle. “Good to know, cause I was about to high tail it out of here and hope—Hades was it?—didn’t catch me!” I respond. “Hey, sorry about all of this, though.” I start as I wave my hand around us.
She lifts her sunglasses revealing stunning icy blue/grey almond-shaped eyes as she takes in the now wet and twisted blanket. Sucking in a breath I try to offer, “My buddies and I were just tossing the frisbee around and I guess I let my competitive nature get the best of me. I wasn’t paying attention, and you see where that got me.”
As if on cue my friends, Jolly and Nick, come jogging over taking in the scene and thankfully ending my nervous rant. “What you mean on the ground beside a pretty lady?” Nick waggles his eyebrows as he smirks before asking, “Are you two good?”
Jolly jumped in with, “That looked like quite a fall, man.”
I chuckle lightly before I answer, “Yeah I’m good, but I’ll probably feel it in the morning.” I clear my throat a little remembering the stunning girl and her dog sitting across from me. “Umm are you okay…?” I ask, pausing since I don’t know her name.
Picking up on the pause she answers, “Riley. Yeah, I think I’ll be okay. Might have a bruise in the next couple of days but I’ll deal.”
A pang of guilt washes over me for hurting her but I give a crooked smile. “I’m Noah, these are my friends Jolly and Folio,” I say pointing to each of the guys.
She nods her head slightly at each of the guys, giving a polite smile and wave. It suddenly becomes abundantly clear we are invading her space, as the awkward silence grows between us all. I move to stand tucking the frisbee under my arm and giving the guys a nod, each taking a few steps back in understanding, Jolly looking over his shoulder to find where our roommates dog, Harper, is playing. “We should probably leave you be, you seemed to have been enjoying your reading when I tripped over you.” I say as I glance down at the abandoned book laid out on the blanket.
Shrugging, she responds with, “I was but I’d lost track of time, and we actually need to be heading out.” With that she stands, Hades whining slightly, and begins picking up her belongings and packing them back into her bag.
I look down at the mess I’ve made of her space, everything scattered about, so I quickly lean down, picking up her book. I offer it to her as I ask “Are you sure you’re alright? Can I help you carry anything?”
She takes the book, my eyes drawn to where she chews on her lip, thinking it over. After some hesitation Riley nods. “You really don’t have to, but I might need a hand with the blanket. I can never get them folded up easily on my own, and I’ve got to be able to hold his leash as we walk.” She motions over to Hades who tilts his head sideways at the mention of leash.
With a small chuckle I call out a “heads up!” to Folio, who’s now walking away with Jolly before tossing him the frisbee and reaching to pick up the blanket. I shake it out then do my best to fold it before draping it over my arm as she picks up her remaining belongings.
After a moment and her commands to Hades, we walk back towards the parking lot in another slightly awkward silence. Coming to a stop at the back of an Xterra, she starts digging for her keys and unlocks the doors. She takes Hades to the back passenger door allowing him to jump inside before unhooking his leash and telling him to stay then returning to the back where I stand.
“Thank you for helping with that and walking me back.” She says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and staring down at the asphalt before taking the blanket and placing it in the back hatch.
“No problem. It was the least I could do after crashing into you like I did.” I shrug, earning a small, cute giggle from her.
After another moment of silence she shifts on her feet, bringing her eyes up to meet mine and extending her hand before saying with a playful tone, “Well, it was nice to meet you Noah, wish I could say it was under better circumstances though.”
I take her hand, noticing just how small it feels in mine before lightly shaking it and saying, “You too Riley.” With that I drop her hand and move to the sidewalk as she walks to her driver’s door. Turning back, I give a salute as she starts the SUV and I head back to the guys.
The moment I walk up, Folio raises his eyebrow asking, “What was that all about Casanova?”
I shrug running my hand through my shoulder-length hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” They both let out a laugh.
It’s Jolly’s turn to pipe up now, his slight Swedish accent coming through. “Bullshit Noah, you’ve still got a goofy grin plastered on your face and the way you were looking at her… it’s obvious you thought she was attractive.”
Folio chimes in again, “Tell us you at least got her number…”
I don’t bother responding before grabbing the frisbee out of his hands and jogging away. I silently kick myself for not thinking about that. We stay for another hour or so before leaving, my mind wandering to Riley quite often through the night.
P.S. I don't own the rights to any of these photos, they were all found on Pinterest or a Google image search.
I hope you enjoyed this. It's been quite a while since I even tried writing something for others to read so sorry if it's not up to your standards. It may start out slow but I promise there's some good things to come.
Huge shout out to @crimson-calligraphyx for encouraging and helping me with this.
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Cuddles and Khakhra
A Pavitr oneshot
Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India) x Indian!Reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: No use of (Y/N), reader gets their period, use of pads, reader’s mood is kind of all over the place, and the rest is fluffy stuff like kisses, cuddling etc!
A/N: This is one of my first times properly writing from scratch in a little while since I’ve had so much homework and assignments and stuff, but enjoy ☺️
As always any constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! 🫶
The Hindi in this is probably quite flawed since it’s been a while since I properly spoke it and I was never that good at Hindi but I tried my best lol. I would have liked to do Marathi because Mumbattan (Mumbai) but I don’t know Marathi and I don’t really want to use a translator
I’m not very sure about the poojas (basically rituals, usually prayer-related) that some people do when they have their period, and whether it’s sometimes a monthly thing or not, but when I was a child I never had any done after the first time
Reader uses pads because tampons are scary
Huge thank you to @hobiebrownismygod for the tips for writing Pav’s character!! 💙
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You knew something was off the moment you woke up with a metallic taste in your mouth and an ache all over your body that made it feel like a valley was being carved straight through your nerves. Upon seeing the damage done to your bedsheets, the blood seeping into the white fabric everywhere, you grumbled to yourself softly and reached over to your bedside drawer for a pad, dragging your sore limbs out of bed and to the bathroom.
Once you got out of the bathroom, sitting on the floor against your bed and battling a cramp that was just about beginning to throb painfully, you contemplated calling your mother. A glance at the clock ruled out that possibility, though. It was 7:00 am. Both your parents would definitely be asleep downstairs, and very, very grumpy should you wake them up for something that you could definitely handle yourself, despite how tired you were starting to feel. You stripped the stained sheets off the bed, replacing them with clean ones from the cupboard and putting the soiled ones in the bathroom to clean up just a little later once the initial fatigue wore off. You went back and lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.
No sooner than you had gathered the strength to go get a painkiller than your phone rang, obnoxiously loud for the relatively early hour. You grabbed it, glancing at the name of the caller on the top of the screen, relaxing slightly with a soft sigh when you saw who it was.
“Good morning, mera pyaar!” God, how was he always so cheerful? It seemed even at 7am on a Sunday morning he was out of bed and fully awake.
“Yeah, hi, Pav.” You pressed the phone against your ear as you rummaged around in your drawer for an advil, silently cursing your reluctance to sort through the mess of pens, papers, and random knick-knacks that had begun to accumulate over time.
“You sound tired. What happened? Are you okay?” His tone immediately took on a note of worry, and through your haze of steady, throbbing pain you felt your heart warm at his concern.
“Check your calendar.”
You could hear rustling at the other end of the line as he moved towards his wall. You could picture the adorable little scrunch between his eyebrows he did whenever he was trying to figure something out, his eyes trailing the events marked on the pages in his scrawled but somehow neat handwriting. Finally he found what you were waiting for and you could hear him inhale sharply.
“Oh, meri jaan. It it… that time?” At the end of his sentence his voice became hushed, the caution in his tone making you chuckle softly. You finally found an advil, swallowing it and hoping that it would kick in sooner than later.
“Arrey, don’t sound so surprised. You were there last month as well, remember? And the month before that.”
“It happens every month for the whole year?“
Your tired sigh at your end quickly shut him up. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll swing by and I’ll even get you a snack, okay? Just sit tight.”
“Wait, Pav, I’m not so sure that’s—” You were interrupted by him hanging up on you, no doubt already on his way. You tiptoed to the door, resting your ear against the wood to see if your parents were up. A light, barely audible snore told you that that wasn’t the case. You were just about to head back to bed when you heard the window click open, someone landing on the ground in a crouch.
You panicked and threw the first thing you could reach, which turned out to be an empty laundry basket. It landed smack dab on the unknown person’s head, knocking them backwards a few inches with the force of the throw, eliciting a small groan of pain.
“Ow. What was that for?”
“Pav?”
“Of course it’s me, who else would jump through your window?” He took the laundry basket and set it down in the corner, giving you a small bow. He was dressed in his suit, which might have aroused some suspicion when he was on his way here, but you were just happy that he had come. He pulled off his Spider-Man mask, running a hand through that annoyingly perfect hair of his with a sunshiny grin at you.
“What were you thinking?” You chided him, taking the laundry basket and putting it back where it was supposed to be. “You scared me, Pav. You could’ve just come through the front door. I would’ve let you in.”
“I did say I would swing by,” Pavitr joked, holding out a paper bag almost like a peace offering. A frosty glare from you prompted him to give you a rather nervous smile. “Fine, you’re right, that joke was kind of terrible. But this is good, I promise. You’ve had khakhra before, haven’t you? I asked Maya Aunty, she said crunchy snacks are good for cravings.”
“I’m not entirely sure that’s true for everyone,” You pointed out, but you took the bag from him, gently squeezing his hand in gratitude. He sat down with his back against your wall under the window, patting the floor next to him as an invitation. You followed suit, allowing him to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side.
“Meri jaan? Can I ask you a question?” His voice interrupted the peaceful stillness of the moment as you struggled to tear open the plastic wrapper of the khakhra, your nails just not finding purchase on the slippery material.
“Of course, Pav, what’s up?” You gave up with your nails and instead slotted the packet between your teeth, succeeding in ripping only a tiny fraction. You were beginning to feel frustrated, not to mention hungry.
“Is this whole thing kind of like… you becoming a ketchup packet for a week?”
Your teeth finally ripped through the khakhra packet, the thin, crunchy discs spilling out and falling all over your lap as you looked at him in surprise.
“Aapne mujhe kya kaha tha?” (What did you call me) You had no idea whether to be shocked, amused or just plain outraged. You were leaning more toward the last option, though, and it clearly showed on your face. Pavitr quickly realized his mistake and held his hands up in surrender.
“Main bas to majaak kar raha hoon. I’m kidding, I promise.” (I’m just kidding)
“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You grumbled. He chuckled at your grumpiness, bringing you closer into his side again. Despite your wish to be at least a little bit annoyed at him, you ended up resting your head on his shoulder, vaguely wondering how someone could be so warm, both physically and emotionally. In all senses, he really was a ray of sunshine.
“Bhale hee aap ek ketchup packet the, aap ek sundar hojaega.” (Even if you were a ketchup packet, you’d be a beautiful one)
You whacked his arm lightly, trying your best to suppress a smile at that. “No more ketchup packet jokes. Or you’re not getting any khakhra.”
To emphasise your point, you gathered the flaky discs back into the ripped plastic wrapper, taking a bite out of it and relishing the crunch followed by the cracker-like salty taste.
“Mmm, it’s so amazing and so tasty. It would be a shame to not get any, but then again, more for me—” You cut yourself off with a laugh at Pavitr’s imploring puppy eyes looking down at you. “Fine, here you go.”
You plopped the packet on his lap, and for a while you both silently ate together, very nearly finishing the packet. Once you finished eating, no longer hungry, you gave a silent thanks that the advil was still working, warding off any cramps that were threatening to ruin your mood.
“Did it hurt?”
You turned your head to look at Pavitr, your eyes narrowing suspiciously, but he just gave you that same goofy grin. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, but with a sigh you decided to humour him. “Did what hurt?”
“When you fell from heaven.”
The way he delivered that line in a deeper voice than his own, waggling his eyebrows at you made you giggle softly, and his grin grew even wider. “Really?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Of all the lines you know, you really went with that one?”
“Hey, at least it’s not a ketchup packet joke.”
“Stop talking or I’ll throw something at you,” You warned, the amused glimmer in your eye and the fact that you were nestled so close against him telling him that the threat definitely wasn’t serious. You glanced at the brightening sky, suddenly remembering something. “Hang on, did you drop everything for me? Don’t you have to go be Spider-Man? Aren’t you supposed to be busy?”
Pavitr shook his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I have time. Besides, my spider-senses will tell me if there’s anything urgent. I’m never too busy for my ke—”
“Don’t say it.”
He laughed softly, squeezing your shoulder with the arm that was wrapped around you.
“My girl. I’m never too busy for my girl.”
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Translations:
Meri jaan - My light / My life
Mera pyaar - My love
Arrey / Arre - Hey!
Khakhra is a large, thin cracker made from wheat flour and moth bean that is a Gujarati breakfast or tea-time snack. I know it’s Gujarati, but I’m quite sure it’s found everywhere else as well :)
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٭* Not Too Late *٭
Chapter 10 | chino moreno x reader
chapter 9 | update ! | AO3
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y/n’s pov:
i barely got any sleep last night. i mean, how could i? my mind kept replaying yesterday. i was lost and confused. but not only that, the thought of what chino and me were doing, left me in a daze. what does last night mean for us? what does last night mean to him?
i’ve slept for at least three hours, but not simultaneously. my eyes felt heavy enough to go back to bed.
i looked over to my right and read the time. 7:10 AM. better get some sleep now before i’m too tired throughout today. i turned back over to my side and dozed off.
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after finally getting four full hours of sleep, i had gotten up and went to take a shower. i still felt nasty from last night so it helped calm my mind down.
i walked out into the living room to get to my kitchen. my mom was sitting on the couch.
“good morning sleeping beauty. i see you decided to sleep in considering you had an active night last night.” she sipped her tea. i could feel her judgement coming towards me.
i groaned, knowing she was gonna bring this back up. “mom! i’m 20 years old. i should be able to go out with people without having to worry about my mother interrupting!” i grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the hot water my mom had left over in the kettle.
“yeah well i wouldn’t have to interrupt if you didn’t do your business in front of the house! do you know what the neighbors would’ve thought? especially if deborah seen.” she gagged and rolled her eyes. deborah was my mom’s neighbor enemy. they never established that they were enemies but they both kind of agreed on it without saying anything.
“i don’t even know why you care about everybody else’s opinion. it’s not like they weren’t all sleeping anyway!” i exclaimed, grabbing the milk from the fridge.
“that’s not the point y/n!” she paused because she noticed i was too focused on making my tea. i quickly finished up and walked over to the couch. i motioned my hand to indicate for her to continue while sitting down. she had a very dissatisfied look on her face. her look was so unbearable, i looked away sipping my tea. “you can’t just make out with people in front of the house!”
a sigh left my mouth. “i know mom. we were just talking and then things.. escalated.” i shrugged.
“yeah, i could tell.” she said giving me the side eye. i could hear the hint of sarcasm behind her voice. “next time, just make sure you do it as far way from the house as possible, alright?” a knock came from the door. she put her mug down onto the coffee table and went over to answer.
“camillo? what are you doing here?” her face was puzzled.
“hi mrs. l/n. these are for you!” chino held out a vase of flowers. “i’m sorry you had to see me and y/n like that last night. i wanted to make it up to you!” what the hell was chino doing?
“oh my! i haven’t received flowers in forever!” she squealed in excitement. yeah, you can say my mom is easily impressed. “thank you so much camillo! you know flattery will get you everywhere in life. please come in!” chino’s eyes laid on me as soon as he walked in. “so camillo, what can i do you for you?” she walked over to the counter and place down her new beautiful vase of flowers.
“i hope you don’t mind but would it be okay if i talked to y/n?” she turned around and rose her eyebrow. “alone?” how bold of him to be asking my mother of such things. she looked at me then back at chino. her stare always makes me break a sweat.
“fine! but no funny business!” she pointed at chino before leaving to her room. must’ve been the flowers that convinced her.
chino turned to me after hearing her door close. i got up and walked towards him. “now why would you sweeten up my mom like that?” i titled my head giggling.
“like i said, i wanted to make it up to her.” he smirked. “besides, i needed a reason to see you after last night.” i felt a little relieved hearing him say that. at least he’s been thinking about it too.
“about that-“ he cut me off.
“look!” he pulled out a single rose from his back pocket. “i brought this for you too.”
i gasped. “chino! you really didn’t have to!” i’ve never gotten flowers from anybody before. well a flower. chino never striked me as the romantic type.
“let me take you out. so we can talk about last night?” that wasn’t a half bad idea. now that we were sobered up, maybe we can get some things straight. my mind was too scrambled after last night, i needed answers.
i nodded. “let me just change my clothes real quick.” i started to walk to my room but he followed me. “you have to wait out here! i don’t want us getting in trouble again.” i said pushing him back towards to the living room.
“oh right.” he nervously chuckled.
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i had no idea where chino was gonna take me. my heart was pounding thinking about what he’s gonna say to me. the sounds of my stomach grumbling interrupted the silence.
“you hungry?” chino asked. “we should get something to eat before we leave.”
“leave to where?” i tried to get an answer out of him.
he smiled. “you’ll see. where do you wanna eat?” my stomach growled again. i guess i was a little hungry.
“let’s go get jimmy’s. fries with their sauce sound super good to me right now.”
“your wish is my command.” he smirked.
he pulled into the drive-thru and ordered both of us a burger and a large fry to share. i got a dr pepper and he got a chocolate shake. i tried to give chino money for it but he wouldn’t let me.
“what kind of guy would i be if i don’t pay for the food on the first date?” he said pushing my money back into my pocket.
“oh so this is a date?” i leaned my face closer to him.
he smirked. “what if i told you it was?” his eyes analyzed mine. our faces were inches apart from each other. it suddenly grew hot.
“well i wouldn’t mind if it was.” i grinned. “you know how much i love hanging with you.” i brushed my hand against his face.
he tucked my hair behind my ear. “i’ve always wanted to that.” he flashed his smile at me. his hand ran through my hair.
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we drove up and parked on a cliff side a little past sacramento. “it’s beautiful chino!” i said, stepping out of the car. the sky was blue and a hazy orange with pink undertones. the clouds looked like cotton balls. we could see the entire city from up here. all the cars driving by and the birds flying high.
chino stepped out of the car and hopped on his hood. “i knew you’d like it up here. i come up here sometimes to write lyrics.” he pat his hand right next to him, indicating for me to sit.
i hesitantly sat on the hood, hoping it wouldn’t dent. “what do you write the most about?”
he handed me my food. “i guess just whatever’s on my mind. sometimes my lyrics won’t have nothing to do with me, just a story.” he shrugged.
we sat there in silence, staring at the view. secretly, i felt like i about to have a panic attack. i’ve never felt this nervous before. what if chino was just drunk and acted on impulse? what if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore because of it? i was scared of the possible outcomes this could lead us to.
chino spoke. “so about last night…” i looked out at the view from the cliff mentally preparing myself for every bad thing that could happen right now.
“i understand. you were drunk and you regret it and that’s totally fine.”
“what are you on? i don’t regret it at all.” he scoffed.
“what? but i thought-“
“well you thought wrong. look y/n, i like you! ever since our night at the swings, i’ve been so confused about my feelings towards you. i thought no way i could like you. but last night changed that.”
his gaze softened at me waiting for an answer. “say something.” i couldn’t speak. he left me absolutely speechless. this feels like a dream. never did i think that chino would like me back. there were too many thoughts in my mind to say anything.
when i snapped out of my thoughts, chino had a disappointed look on his face. i suddenly leaned into him and pressed my lips against him. “i like you too, chino.” he cupped my face and brought me closer.
i scratched the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth. but before anything could escalate, he pulled away but remained close. “let’s not get carried away.” he smirked. damn you, chino!
i cleaned myself up a little bit. i couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. “so… what do you want us to be? there’s obviously a chemistry between us.” i dip my fry into his shake grinning at him. he had a sneer look on his face.
“i don’t think we should label anything yet.” i gave him a look. “it’s just that, i don’t wanna rush into anything. i really care about you so we should take things slow.”
his words made goosebumps grow over my body. i didn’t think he cared about me this much. “so are you suggesting we be friends with benefits?” i giggle at the idea. who would’ve thought this would be happening to little ole me?
“well when you put it like that it sounds bad.” he laughed nervously before pausing. “but yeah basically.”
i smirked. “you wouldn’t mind if i went out with other guys though, right?”
“no!” he quickly responded with a stern voice. he shook his face while clearing his throat. “i was thinking we could just be each others go to hook up whenever we needed it or something.” he mumbled. my heart started racing at what chino wanted.
“chino, i don’t want you to give up not seeing other girls. especially if we’re not even dating. i feel bad.” i shrugged.
“i’m willing to give that up for you.” he smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “besides, you’re the only girl i have my eyes on.” butterflies exploded in my stomach. at least that’s what it felt like because holy fuck. i didn’t think a man was capable of giving something up like that. i felt a little special.
i smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. “you pinky promise you’ll stay true to me if i stay true to you?” i stuck out my picky finger towards him.
he chuckled before pinky promising. “i pinky promise.” we turned back to the beautiful view. i rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine. his arm held me tight, close to his chest. the smell of his cologne made me want to be like this forever. i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else with anybody else right now. this moment was absolutely perfect.
a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapter !! i do have a few announcements to make. my first announcement is that i will be going on break for two weeks. i wanna catch up on some writing before i continue publishing these chapters. so i will be back March 29th ! and for the other announcement, when i come back, im not going to continue to post on tumblr anymore. i get shadow banned pretty often because of these posts and it’s kind of disappointing to see my chapters aren’t doing well as they are on ao3. so im sorry to all my tumblr readers but if you want to continue reading not too late, it will be posted on my ao3 from this point on. but if anyone opposes it, please just comment and i will keep posting on here. anything for my readers ! lots of love <3
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