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girlystories · 1 year ago

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Being the Bowers gang girl

*ೃ::Both platonic & romantic headcanon

– pairings: various x reader

addition warnings: swearing, bullying, very few depictions of sexism, few derogatory names, toxicity, abusive parenting.

words: 2.6k

this was entirely inspired by z0mbiekittyy, so please check them out!

Meeting/joining the gang

you were at first the quiet, loner girl who kept to herself, only having a few acquaintances, with very few friends.

it wasn't because you were a loser. only the opposite. everyone wanted to become friends with you or get to know you in some way but you never let anyone get close.

everyone had heard of you of course. when they realized you were different they stopped trying to read you or make their mind about you.

that was until greta keene couldn't get enough. she hated the attention you got. so one day she started spreading rumors about you.

it was relatively easy, since no one knew you enough to disprove them in any way. one word went to another and everyone in town now started talking shit about you.

despite that, you didn't care. you had your mind somewhere else. popularity and school drama weren't your thing.

you didn't mind hearing the remarks spat at you when you wandered the halls or when you were in class. you were completely and utterly unbothered.

word got fast that it even reached the all too feared bowers gang.

you were making your way to biology class when you were shoved against a locker, all your books falling one by one on the floor.

"well well well, if it isn't derry's most favored whore", henry was the first to indulge in the act.

he was followed by vic, or – as he liked to refer to him as his 'right-man', "hey, hank. why haven't we ever tried to mess with her before?"

you tried to back up slowly, but your back hit against another frame. when you looked up your eyes met with a pair of green ones, followed by an unsettling smile.

it seemed like no one noticed what was happening – or in better words, no one gave a shit about what was happening.

"dont worry, [name], we're not gonna kill you, jeez," belch revealed.

that made henry groan and turn his head towards his friend. "shut up."

patrick, still behind you, held onto your shoulders, which was very easy due to his height. "or we will, you will find out soon."

"both of you shut up," henry silenced them before it could escalate to something else. "so, how about you come with us for a ride? ya'know, get some air n' stuff."

"you mean like skipping school?", you asked.

"why? are you scared? I'm sure your reputation is as shitty as it can get. can't get any worse than that. even ours is better."

you shrugged, and just decided to follow them. just as you sat at your seat – between vic and patrick, you couldn't make out the read ahead of you, as they were driving recklessly. where you were, you hadn't the slightest clue.

they were laughing and howling, sometimes shouting at the drives passing by.

you? well, you were scared shitless. you clung onto your seat belt, and holding back the urge to start shrieking.

after a while you got used to it and had to admit deep down it was kinda fun.

when you stopped, you realized you were at a junkyard. they prepared a fire when the sun began to set down and opened some bottles of beer.

as you all circled around the fire you began to talk about whatever. you also found yourself to... tolerate them. or, better yet, even enjoy their company.

before you knew it, little by little you hang more and more with them, slowly becoming one of them. it was the first time you were a part of something. they felt like home and you could trust them, despite the hardships and more extreme emotional outbursts.

your reputation got even worse but you didn't care. you had found your people.

Activities

other than hanging out in the junkyard, you guys do other stuff (of course).

it's like you all live together, while you also don't. frequent sleepovers, meet-ups on each other houses take place, ect.

vic once convinced you all to go camping a few towns away. despite being the one who recommended the idea, he ended up despicing it. on the other hand, patrick who hated the idea ended up having the most fun. scaring vic by hiding bugs in his tent and pretending he was hearing bears or wolves. belch had enough and kept demanding they'd stop fighting, while you kept laughing at vic's reactions everytime. you never went camping again.

every morning belch picks everyone in order, first henry, then patrick, then you, and lastly – the sleeping queen himself: vic.

then, you make a stop at the local diner, everyone choosing their own specific order that the waitress had already memorized.

unless vic had a hangover from the party the day before, he wouldn't stop complaining about who-knows-what.

sometimes, when you were really bored, you'd go out of town in search of abandoned places, owning them for a while until someone else found them and ruined them almost immediately.

it was expected and common sense you'd show up at ever party. then you all would split for a while but meet up in order to leave. belch was in priority not to drink or get high until anyone else got a license. that's what you all agreed on but that possiblility seemed unlikely.

at school you avoided bullying anyone, but giving up on trying to stop them from terrosizing another kid since it was the only thing they ignored you on. the only time you fought back was to defend yourself. not that you needed to, but because you wanted them to know that you weren't as incompetent as you seemed.

when you had the change you'd shoot empty beer bottles with henry's dad's gun.

Henry Bowers

you and henry would share your deep wounds together. him about his alcoholic and insane old man, and you about your hard time fitting in, both in family and friends.

you would joke around, but to an extent. if you said the wrong thing he'd refuse to speak to you for days, weeks or maybe even months – depending how much it affected him. if he was too stubborn, vic would have to somehow find a way to talk him out of his bitchy attitude.

despite him trying to seem hard-shelled, deep down he was very sensitive. he knew you knew that, and he hated it. it was the only thing he hated about you except the fact that tend to be pushy sometimes.

he had never cried in front the guys, but one day he couldn't hold back when he was only with you. it happened only once, but he still feels humiliated about it and hopes you'd never bring it up. he made you swore to never tell anyone.

butch seemed to like you for a reason, only approving of you from the gang. he hated the rest. when you find yourself at their house, he'd warmly greet you.

at first he and patrick made a lot of sexist joke about you. later when he noticed you went silent you, he started using them less, only saying them once or twice.

always offers you cigarettes, and makes sure to buy your favorites.

sometimes (when he's not in a shitty mood) he pays for your food when you go at the diner without saying a word or giving you the chance to convince him otherwise.

all good things considered, let's be honest here cuz we all know he has more negative that good qualities.

for example; gets jealous super easily and gets mad at you for it, making you apologize for something that isn't your fault.

NEVER admits he's wrong. ever.

when you have a different opinion he tells you to shut up or straight up threatens you.

needs a lot of attention, while also can't have on his tail all the time, making him indecisive and confusing.

sometimes doesn't realize you need help and leaves you deal with your problems alone while you clearly do need some sort of hand.

still, you always have a way to be together again, unable to keep any distance between you both. on weekends you usually take the bus to his house, helping him with the choses around the farm.

Vic Criss

you and vic already knew each other from middle school. you were in the same class and he used to help you with homework.

then, when kids started growing up through that phase everybody did about that sort of rivalry against girls and boys. because of that, your 'friendship' fell apart.

you weren't really friends back then but you could've been.

he never admitted it but he always stared at you from away, wishing you would somehow start talking to each other again.

he was the one who convinced henry to approach you that day. the idea popped into his mind just as those rumors started going around.

he was glad henry agreed. even though he always did, he was anxious of saying no. later, he lied to you, saying it was henry's idea instead and that first interaction you had with him was henry's way of being kind (despite calling you a 'whore').

you and vic were close, in a different way you were with the others. he understood you better and he was very good at telling advice. he was also fun gossiping with. definitely the best when having a sleepover. the others found him annoying or bitchy about it, but with you he was himself.

he also was kinda subtle about his true personality, not showing his true small but intresting quirks only you knew.

speaking of gossiping, almost every weekend he crashed at your place, the excuse being his siblings giving him a headache, while his mom being 'a pain in the ass'.

everytime he had a problem with the others you would be the first to know. he was still henry's 'right-man', but sometimes henry was, well... henry.

at parties he'd get wasted and you'd be 100% sure he'd be found in the bathroom pucking his guts out.

you guys are so close he would be showering while you were doing your business at the toilet, gossiping about everything single detail.

still sometimes helps you with school after some persuation, but keeps reminding you that 'he is not your tutor'.

loves braiding your hair when you're hanging out, especially during class when it's something super boring (even for him).

Patrick Hockstetter

you were honestly pretty scared of patrick at first, and most definitely the only one from the gang who gave you the creepes.

the alligations weren't few, to say the least, and at first you kept your distance from him.

he also didn't try to make a move on you, which you found stange, yet grateful. maybe henry threatened him or something. either way you were considerably on good terms with patrick.

one day at school, while you were waiting for the other three to come at your usual spot during break, he offered you a cigarette. you received it with gratitude, since it was rare for an offer coming from patrick. he even stricked up a conversation, which was... maybe a bit thought provoking.

then he smirked – that one charismatic he wore when you would stop being able to read his mind. he was like a puzzle, but most pieces were missing or switched with incorrect ones. "are the rumors true?", he asked, closing his zippo with a 'click' after he light your cigarette.

"i dont think that you care if they're true or not," you answered back, the tobacco filling your lungs with nicotine.

clouds of smoke escaped his nostrils with each chuckle. "maybe."

on your ride home Black Sun Morning by Screaming Trees was playing from the radio and you found yourself singing alongside patrick. he rose his brows, "you know 'em?"

"duh, of course."

the next day on the ride to school, instead of gossiping with vic you ended up having a deep conversation with patrick about music. you never imagined that you'd be having a conversation about art with him of all people.

since then, you hit it off well. he stopped using sexist comments as well, and even attempted physical contact at the diner, brushing his fingers against your hair. when he realized you let him or try to stop him, he smiled to himself.

in the end you were usually seen together, you sitting on his lap during breaks or at the gym stands, in the car or diner. he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. it was making the others sick.

sometimes you attempted to help him with homework, but he only agreed so you could just hangout. he wasn't really interested in attending college. the thing he was good at was certainly playing the guitar. both bass and lead guitar. vic jokes about him making a band but it something told you he didn't view it as a light joke.

one day he invited you to his house to show you his vinyls and discs. that's when you met his mother and was pretty surprised to find out she was vietnamese. he made sure to never speak vietnamese around you or the others.

when meeting you he became less... interested at the fridge at the junkyard, viewing it less and less. maybe therapy was starting to work out? even for a tiny bit.

extremely protective of you, especially at parties. makes sure to keep an eye out even though you wouldn't know it.

Belch Huggins

belch was the most chill and the most independent one of the gang. aways making sure everything was in check and going smoothly. it was no surprise he was super welcome to you and tried to make you at ease the first few weeks, asking you if you were okay or needed a ride home.

is a gentleman, of course. doesn't tolerance any disrespect towards you, no matter how small it may seem to you.

offeres to pay for you when going out, no matter how many times you don't let him.

one time you both got so drunk you couldn't stop laughing; your bellys hurting and your eyes filled with tears while your faces were bright red. it made henry mad (as usual) but it's a memory you'd never forget. you had no way to get back home, though.

on fridays you watch him play basketball, sitting at the stands, and smoking and encouraging him. sometimes vic or patrick came too, but it was very rarely.

he offers you the ball but you immediately decline, being reminded of the day the ball hit you in the face after you missed your shot.

you requested him to teach you how to drive, which was a bad idea honestly. at first you didn't understand his instructions at all, but when he asked you if you had any questions you lied saying 'no'. after that instead of stepping on going forward you accidentally went backwards, almost crashing his beloved trams-am that he named 'daisy'. then you turned the wheel too far, almost falling at a ditch before he saved you two.

swore that you'd never get a license in your life and forbid you anywhere near the wheel, not even the passengers seat.

his dad owes a workshop, fixing cars. he helped too, supporting him in any way he could. you also helped him here and there while he taught you the basics and answered any questions you had.

he promised that he'd let you fix a car entirely on your own without his help. he said he'd also let you keep it for free.

you have a drawer contained only of belch's clothes. at first you'd ask him to try his sweatshirts on. then you'd complain you were cold and he'd sigh, saying you could give it back another day. but you never did.

you loved it when he gave you biggyback rides. his, especially. he could never refuse, despise how tired he was.

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cartierre · 2 months ago

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CHIHIRO | lh44

synopsis: and if all is too late, is there still a way to salvage what we once called love?

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader (formerly), theo james x fem!reader (mentioned) warnings: angst, heartbreak, (some) vulgar language, lots of dialogue, no use of y/n word count: 2.1k

author's note: yes this is inspired by billie eilish's song 'chihiro' and also a bit by nicole's and lewis' relationship/break up! tried to be experimental, please give me your honest opinion about this i beg you. this is also not proof read since i hate reading my own stuff!

You’re fine.

Everything’s fine.

You’re so close.

No one can take this away from you now.

Taking a deep breath, the only thing you could concentrate on were your shaky hands in front of you, the many voices behind you overlapping and blurring into each other. You couldn’t distinguish your mother’s voice from your sister’s, or your bridesmaid’s from your friend’s. Your dad was out there somewhere, getting everyone to take their destined place to take one worry off your mind.

The dress you picked out months ago suddenly starts to suffocate you, the white blinding your eyes in an uncomfortable manner. You couldn’t decipher what happened. A minute ago you felt like the most beautiful woman on earth and the next you felt like ripping off your own skin.

You have cold feet.

No, no I don’t.

“I think I need some fresh air.”

The voices behind you stopped at once. There was a split second of awkward silence before you could hear some feet shuffling over to you. Your mother’s concerned face appeared in your view. You could tell she tried to hide her worry.

“Are you sure my darling?” She asked. You just nodded without looking into her eyes.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Don’t worry.”

Don’t worry, your daughter is just having a panic attack.

“Should Savannah accompany you?” She looked at your sister, waving her over to help you up. You shook your head no.

“I just need a moment to calm down from all the excitement.” You lied to their faces, sending them your most believable smile you had in store. You were a great liar, the perks of being an actress.

Throwing over a soft robe to at least conceal some of the wedding dress, you hurried out of the suffocating room. You smiled and nodded at some of the people you passed by, trying to hold up your act of a happy bride. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life after all.

Getting out of the small house next to the main one, you fled the eyes of the guests and escaped into the big, blossoming garden, finding your way into the massive maze that adorned the centrepiece. The old mansion behind you disappears from your sight and with each step away from the buzzing preparations of the wedding, your breath starts to normalise again.

Bending over and holding yourself up by your knees, you caught your breath. The heavy feeling started to disperse, your mind clearing up. Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your surroundings.

The mild wind breezed through your hair and caressed your face, you could hear the leaves from the many hedgerows making up the maze and the water splashing softly against the fountain. Birds chirped in the distance and you could faintly make out some people’s voices up at the mansion.

And some footsteps approaching you.

“The centrepiece of the hedge maze might not be the most convenient hiding spot.”

You tensed, your eyes snapping open and you straighten your back. He was behind you, so he couldn’t see the shock written clearly all over your face.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” You still hadn’t turned around.

“It would be rude to turn down a wedding invitation without a good reason.” He answered, and you could hear his steps getting louder and louder behind you.

He slowly came into view. You had yet to turn your head into his direction, but from the side you could see him sitting down on one of the stone benches next to you.

Finally, you turned your whole body to him. He wore a black suit, classic yet he made it seem so chic. His hair was braided back, his beard trimmed neatly and you could see some of his tattoos peeking out from underneath. Gold jewellery adorned his ears, his neck and hands.

He looked absolutely ethereal.

“And I figured if you didn’t want me to be here, you wouldn’t have invited me.”

You felt your body burn out of embarrassment. You didn’t answer him, you just kept staring at him with your most neutral face you could muster.

“Theo was the one who suggested it.”

He chuckled, and part of you wanted to melt right there.

“He’s always been a gentleman.”

Silence. Birds chirping, leaves blowing, water splashing, the occasional yell from someone up the mansion.

“I see you’ve got the venue you always wanted.” He looked around. “The waiting list must’ve been long.”

“They made an exception for us.” You kept your answers to a minimum.

“Right.” He nodded and kept admiring your surroundings. “The perks of being rich and famous.”

His eyes found yours again, you felt your heart stop for a second before returning to a rather fast speed. You hoped you kept your cool at least from outside.

“You look beautiful.” His eyes soften, the smile on his lips genuine.

“Thank you.” You gave him a nod.

“Theo is a lucky man.”

You could’ve been that lucky man.

“So they say.”

He chuckled again. “You used to be more talkative.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to hold a conversation with you.” He laughed at your words, shaking his head.

“Say the words and I leave.”

You kept silent. He smiled.

“You have cold feet.” You felt like an arrow just entered right in the middle of your guts. “That’s why you’re out here and not up there.”

He analysed your body language.

Fuck, he’s always been good at reading you like an open book.

“You’re scared.” He finalised his conclusion. “I’m just figuring out why… You always wanted this. Big engagement, great wedding, grand marriage…” He placed his chin on his hands, his arms resting on his upper legs. “What are you scared of?”

You bit your lip, your arms felt heavy on your sides, your fingers started to fiddle with the material of the robe. You felt so naked in front of him, so insecure and exposed. Your breath starts to pick up again.

“What are you running from, my love?”

He felt your body language change up in pace, your neutral stance completely flipping over. He stood up, his face painted in worry as he approached you. “Hey, I didn’t mean-”

“Fuck you, Lewis!” You took a step away and he stilled instantly. “Don’t fucking call me your love!”

You breathed heavily, as if you were close to exploding from all the emotions flowing inside you. Maybe you were.

You’re fine.

Everything’s fine.

You’re so close.

No one can take this away from you now.

You calmed yourself again.

The birds are chirping.

The leaves are blowing.

The water is splashing.

The wedding is happening.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Lewis looked at you, you avoided his gaze. You could sense him sitting down again.

“I think you swearing at me is the closest I’ve seen from the you I know.”

“Well, you don’t know me anymore.” You snapped. “You haven’t in years.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t.”

You sighed too, your hands dropping to your sides again. You know you should just leave and return to your girls. They were probably already looking for you.

Yet you took one step after the other and sat down next to him.

“I am scared.” You confessed. You didn’t know why you were telling him this. Maybe because you felt like he was the only person you could talk to. “It was supposed to be you.”

Your mother would kill you for having such thoughts and your friends wouldn’t understand. Your sister would roll her eyes at you and god forbid your future mother-in-law knows about any of the doubts you had about marrying her son.

“I know.” His words made you smile sadly.

You looked at him and he looked at you. You don’t think anyone has ever looked at you the way he did. No one, not even Theo.

“You were always meant to be a bride.” He twirled a strand of hair of yours between his fingers. “I just wasn’t meant to be a groom.”

You looked away and he let go of your hair, his hand lingering for a second in the air before dropping onto his lap.

“I know.” Now he was the one smiling sadly.

You fiddled with the bow holding together your robe. Your thoughts were racing, but none made sense.

“You shouldn’t be scared.” He took your hand in his, his fingers playing with your engagement ring. “You wouldn’t be wearing this if it was wrong to marry him.”

“Sometimes I catch myself thinking what ring I’d be wearing if you had been ready at the time.” You breathed out, leaning back against the bench. “And then I feel silly thinking that way about a man who has broken me in a way I thought I was never going to recover from it.” You snatched away your hand from his grip.

You heard him sigh next to you. He held his face in his hands and you could tell he was ashamed of his past actions. “I was an asshole.”

You chuckled at his words bitterly. “Yeah, you were.”

There was some understanding silence between you. This time it didn’t feel uncomfortable, no, more reassuring. He knew, you knew. There was no need to focus on your surroundings.

“I don’t think I want you at my wedding.” You breathed shakingly, unsure how he’d react to your words. You looked at him on your side. He was already staring at you. His eyes were sad, yet he understood you. He always did.

“Can you do me a favour?” He asked. “Can you show me your dress?”

Without any further words, you stood up and unveiled yourself from your robe. He sucked in a breath.

It wasn’t particularly extravagant. The simple cut hugging you perfectly as if it was custom made for you. Maybe because it was. The designer of your choice had outdone themselves, keeping it the exact same way you had envisioned it.

Elegant, modern, ethereal.

It took Lewis a minute to compose himself. He never thought he’d see you in a wedding dress. Part of him regrets that he asked you to show yourself to him.

“You’re an angel.” You don’t look like an angel, you are an angel. You blushed.

You took your robe again, covering yourself up as much as you could. “Thank you.”

For a second you stood there and took a deep look at him. The way he sat there, it had changed. Before, he looked so confident, so sure of himself. After he saw you in your dress, you weren’t sure what to make of him.

He looked small.

“I should go.” You couldn’t bear it any longer. You’ve already talked too much to him.

Why were you still here?

You turned around without waiting for his response. Taking the ends of your dress in your hand, you made sure to not get any dirt on it as you stepped away from the man you once loved. Once.

“I think-”

You staggered, halting in your movements. You were a few feet away from him, already at the entrance of the maze to make your way out of it. Turning around, you saw him as he stood up.

“I think maybe I would’ve been ready.” He nodded unsure. “At one point.”

You stared at him, your lips pressed against each other.

“I think I was overwhelmed by it all. My career, my team, you… That’s why I ran away.”

You kept staring at him without uttering a word, your dress still held up slightly. He continued.

“I think I see that vision of yours now.” He took a shaken breath. “It’s really beautiful.”

You felt your stomach twist and your hands grabbing the material of your dress more aggressively. Why did he tell you all this now? Was he trying to sabotage you? He’s done it once, you needed to make sure he wouldn’t do it again. Not this time, never again.

You cleared your throat. “I meant it, don’t come to my wedding.”

“Wait, I-”

“Lewis,” You interrupted him. “My love isn’t yours anymore. You’re the one who needs to let go now.”

And with that you turned your back to him, your face looking up at the mansion that stood upon you. Your future lay there. He couldn’t stop you anymore.

You’re fine.

Everything’s fine.

You’re so close.

No one can take this away from you now.

You’ve never looked back again.

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murdrdocs · 6 months ago

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i know challengers inspo is dwindling, but i can’t get the idea out of my head of art and patrick having a stilted friendship after tashi’s accident and,,,, patrick knows art used to have a crush on you. hell, for all he knows, maybe he still does. so patrick starts cozying up to you— he lifts you up and spins you whenever the two of you see each other. he whispers things in your ear that either make you giggle or blush (always being aware of art’s glare as it digs into his back). he starts bring more than just friendly with you. art clearly hates it. but why is patrick starting to enjoy it more than he should?

art doesn’t have it in himself to stop being friends with you for something as petty as this. just because he’s no longer friends with patrick, and you and patrick are … you and patrick, that doesn’t mean you and art can’t be friends too. yeah, you and art might not be you and art, but art didn’t want that, not anymore. at least, that’s what he’s trying to convince himself.

but seeing the way you are with patrick, art starts to become a little curious. he wonders if it’s sincere, if the look patrick sends over your shoulder towards art is purely a coincidence, or a perfectly timed gesture. and then art can’t help but start to picture himself in your life instead of patrick. art with his arm around your waist during homecoming. art with his hand in your back pocket in the dining hall. art pornographically kissing you and groping your ass in the middle of the quad.

art tries to push his feelings down with overcompensation, but he finds himself wondering why patrick is on campus so often anyway while he’s balls deep in some other girl. his thoughts always come back to you and patrick, no matter what.

and patrick—he knows what he’s doing. at first, he’s doing it for art. he's acting on a plan that has been orchestrated behind his green eyes, written out along his broad smirk. it’s planned, but patrick does like you. he realizes that eventually, the first sign showing itself when he's deep within you, your legs thrown over his shoulders as you let him bend you in half.

you’re patrick's connection, his in without having to be in the group. you tell him about art and tashi as you cuddle (it's not cuddling as much as it's just patrick laying with his head between your legs) in your dorm room, and like this, patrick still feels like he’s with them. you’re the remnants of art and tashi. you carry art and tashi with you, specifically art, which patrick realizes whenever he starts to see art's jealousy.

the way art's eyes linger on patrick’s hand on your hip. that passive aggressive way art chews his gum while patrick kisses your cheek goodbye.

patrick likes to see the way art's eyes narrow when you show up with a new hickey, but patrick also likes giving you those hickies. he likes the way you squirm beneath him. the way you moan and beg for him to please you. it’s a nice mix for him, a win-win situation where he gets his dick wet while inciting rage inside of the person he knows best, and he wants the most.

#absolute brain dump #patricksworld!#artsworld!#art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #celeste writes challengers

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shelbgrey · 4 months ago

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✨Pookie😏✨Mother Pinecone🥳✨Fellow Simp🤩✨ can I request some lovely shrexy headcanons for the one and only Sammy Winchester😳 I just need some fluff and steamy steamy spicy headcanons please🥹 I’ll pay😉🫴💰💳💵

Dating Sam Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Sam Winchester X Singer!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Sam dating Bobby Singer's kid. -SMUT warning!

💚MasterList ML2 💚MoodBoard

Between Sam being John's kid and you being Bobby's, you spent a lot of time together as kids.

You were always closer to Sam, you and him bonded over books and you were both the quiet ones.

It was obvious there was something between you two even when you were kids, but you were both completely clueless.

“the only two people who don't know Sam and y/n like each other are Sam and y/n” - Dean

But then he went off to college, you guys talked through letters and Emails for the first few months. Then he met Jes and you guys talked less and less.

Deep down Sam knew he dated Jess just to get over you, but then he felt awful to think that way after she died.

He never would have expected that you'd show up with Dean, telling him John was missing. Sam honestly hated to see the skilled hunter you have become, he always thought you deserved better.

Deep down he knew he stayed for you. College didn't matter much to him anymore and neither did finding his dad. He rekindled his friendship with you and wanted to protect you.

Hell, he would take you away from the hunting life if he could.

Before you knew it the three of you were a trio again. Saving people and hunting things together.

Then before you knew it you and Sam both fell back in to your original, clueless act you had with each other. It pissed Dean off, because he knew you guys liked each other.

Dean also knew neither one of you had the balls to admit your feelings. So he took matters into his own hands.

“Hey, y/n, you busy Saturday night?” Dean asked one night. “no?”

“Sammy, you sure as hell ain't busy” Dean joked, Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. “yeah... I'm not”

“good, because I am... You two go out and have a good time” Dean told you both.

Yeah Dean asked you out on a date for Sam. Both of you had mixed reactions, you didn't know how to proses what what just happened and Sam was just annoyed Dean was getting up in his business. Dean didn't stop you guys from going out.

he is sweet and gentle when he kisses you. The kisses you and him share are always sweet and full of passion. He pours everything into his kisses when his lips are on yours.

He definitely said 'I love you.' he said it after he had to save you from a vampires nest he told you he couldn't lose you and he loves you.

Sam would be the one to encourage you to go on rants or nerd out about things your passionate about. He'll listen beginning to end. If your like: “sorry if I'm talking too much” Sam will say: “no, no, keep going. I'm listening”

Not being stuck in his Tuesday time loop, but helping the best you can.

Sam's Hugs are warm and tight. Since he's so much taller than you he usually picks you up and holds you to his chest as your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck holding him tight.

he promised to himself and you that if you were to get hurt by anything and he did mean anything at all, he would kill it. Even the smallest cut or bruse on you, he would freak out and with a gun in his hand, he would go after the very thing that dared to put a wound on you.

Sex with him has always been on the Adventurous side, but he learns your limits quickly and wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But when soulless Sam shows up there's no slowing down.

Even though Soulless Sam is hot one of the things he cares about most is sex and it might seem that's all he wants at the time, but the moment you get hurt the person or thing that hurt you is in a heaping pile of blood and broken bones.

Research dates all the time, you think it's boring as hell but your happy just to he able to spend time with him.

He's a health nut so he's always getting on to you and dean about your eating habits. “you know those things could kill you, right?” Sam asks as he watches you drink a monster energy drink, you'll just shrug him off.

You appreciate his concerns and you do back off on some stuff and let him cook you a healthy meal.

“what is that?” you asked staring at the blender in Discussed. “it's a smoothy, its good for you” he said pouring you a cup. “it's green goop”

✨Forehead kisses✨ he's a giant after all, so it's easier and convenient to just give you a little kiss on the forehead. He also loves it when your setting in his lap and giving him the same treatment.

Matching bracelets. Jack went through a friendship bracelet making phase and you made a couple with him. You and Sam both have one, he refuses to take it off. “you don't have to wear it”

“no, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off”

You and Sam are literally Jack's parents, you probably end up adopting him at some point.

Never giving up on getting him out of hell, you hated the fact Dean when to live with Lisa. So while he got a girlfriend you were threatening crossroad demons for awnsers.

Making dirty jokes with Dean all the time to annoy Sam.

If Dean pranks Sam, you'll help get back at Dean. One time you convinced Sam to have sex in the impala just to piss Dean off.

Lucifer has the undying love for you and hits on you all the time, it pisses Sam off to no end.

Getting to see Sully first hand because he knew how much Sam ment to you and Sully just really wanted to meet the person that made Sam so happy.

Jody being a mother to you.

He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough hunt.

If your a smut book you get really secretive about and he'll notice quickly. “What you reading?” you blush and hold the book away from him. “nothing”

If he gets a hold of the book and reads a steamy part if the book, he'll probably want to try what he read too.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He wants to hold your hand all the time too, if your walking around the bunker or a town your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had while doing research.

Communication won't be a problem in your relationship. You both just find it so easy to talk to each other.

But if you get into a fight, your fight loud and mean. There will be the silent treatment.

He's a bed hog so get used to sleeping right on top of him or right up against him because there's no room for personal space when you share a bed, especially if it's a motel bed.

He also hogs blankets.

You have bad sex in the bunker library, do with that information as you will.

You steal his flannels all the time, they're just so big and comfy.

He's good at turning you on😏

NSFW headcanons:

Sammy has a size kink, he loves the fact you are shorter than him. It makes it easier for him to manhandle you and throw you around without even trying.

likes to pretty much fuck you stupid. like to the point your shaking, you only can think of his dick and babbling his name. you probably won't be walking the next morning.

he's ✨skilled✨ with his hands, those big massive hands. it doesn't matter what he's doing with them, in between your legs, your face, around your neck, in your hair, I don't matter he knows what he's doing.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it untill you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”

Biting, he's loves marking you up. There has been many times you had to cover your neck with makeup, but most of the bite marks are on your thighs.

But he also lives for the moments where it's just sensual and gentle. He secretly loves just holding you and kissing you slowly.

He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.

He well bend you over the table in the bunker library and take you from behind.

The desk will creak from the force he uses and his large body will presse you hard against the desk.

He loves hearing the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth.

Part of him will want you to be louder, even though he knew you aren't supposed to be sometimes.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Sam loves being dominate towards you. Choking you and edging you. “come on, Baby. Cum for me again”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

“that’s it baby, there you go. takining me so well, honey.”

Sam loves the way his hands look on your body. Even better if you’re smaller than him, he just wants to be touching you all the fucking time.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

Sam first thought after sex he's always checking on you, making sure it felt good and your not sore. He is very gentle, cleaning you up and giving you anything you need before even thinking of himself.

#Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester X reader #Sam Winchester smut #Sam Winchester Headcanons #Jared padalecki #Jared padalecki x reader #Supernatural #Supernatural x reader #Supernatural headcanons #Sammy #Moose #Dean winchester #Dean winchester x reader #Winchester #Walker

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abbyromanoff · 7 months ago

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can i request little reader and mommy wanda, and they go to a park and little misbehaves and acts like a brat and gets a punishment for being a brat (this is the longest red light ever)

…HATE ME?

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1065

WARNINGS: angst, little reader, mommy!Wanda, silent treatments, Wanda feels down because of R, R also feels down bc of Wanda, not spell checked tbh, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your lip jittered as you whimpered, your pleads going silenced to the older woman. She sat on the couch with a book in her hands, her reading glasses perched on her nose as she flipped each page without digesting it entirely, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Mommy, ‘m sorry!” You felt tears pooling at your eyes and huddled your stuffie closer to your chest before rushing upstairs to your room. You closed the door behind you and removed every blanket and pillow from her side of the bed before placing your stuffed animals in the now unoccupied area. It was a rule of hers to not have toys on the bed, and if you did, it was only one or two that you slept with alongside her. Other than that, they were saved for play time only.

You huffed angrily and closed your eyes, intending on falling asleep until that came to a short fail. You couldn’t stop recalling the previous activities that led to this moment that had guilt gnawing at your heart.

“Baby, not today, okay? It’s too chilly for ice cream right now, and you’re already freezing!” She exclaimed her words with a rub to your arms that filled with goosebumps from the chilled wind. You glared at her after your pleading eyes did not work the way you wished, and she exaggerated a pout in return.

“That’s not fair! I wan’ ice cream!” Your hands balled into fists and your nostrils flared, your angered expression making Wanda audibly aww.

“My little cutie! Why don’t we just head home, lay down, watch a movie.” She dragged out, hoping it would bring back your excitement and tempt you into giving up.

“No, I don’ wanna go home until I have ice cream!” She sighed, annoyed that her suggestion did not work and you were still upset.

“Look, I said no ice cream, alright? Just be a good girl and listen to mommy, yeah?” She knew you always fell for the title, but there was something so strong about this truck that was now leaving that had it blanking your mind.

“No fair! I hate you, mommy!” You saw her facial expressions shift as her eyes widened with slight red behind them. You felt the hand that had been holding your wrist tighten, and her head titled to the side menacingly.

“You want to repeat that word for me?” You had come to realize your mistake and cowered down, gulping as you struggled to form a coherent sentence or thought.

“I…I didn’ mean it-“

“You didn’t mean it? So you didn’t mean to say you oh so proudly just how much you hate me? You said it, didn’t you? Fucking shit,” She mumbled the curses under her breath. “And here I thought I had trained my little girl well.”

“No, you did, mommy! I swear, you did! I didn’t mean to say it, I really, really didn’t.” She shook her head disapprovingly, guiding you to the car quickly as you struggled to follow behind her.

“Hurts, mommy.” You mumbled in hopes she’d listen, but that came to a quick end when you were pushed into the backseat.

“I’m sorry, mommy, I really didn’t mean it.” She ignored you the rest of the ride, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel and slightly filling the tense silence. You knew you were done for when you got home.

You heard the door close behind the woman as you refused to turn and look at her, knowing deep down it was all you wished for. You squeezed your eyes even tighter and pretended to be asleep, although Wanda knew you weren’t. She walked to the closet and sorted through a selection of clothes aimlessly.

“Mommy?” You eventually gave in, and Wanda did not turn to look in your direction.

“Please stop ignoring me! It’s hurtin’ my feelings,” You chewed your lip and rubbed your legs together for the warmth she did not supply.

“Oh, it hurts your feelings?” She asked, and that was the first time she had spoken in what felt like years. You sat up now, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them.

“Mhm.”

“Because it really hurt mommy’s feelings when you said you hated her, but that doesn’t matter?” You looked down in shame and she hummed, now stepping out of the small room and walking closer to your proximity.

“Now, I know you were upset that you weren’t getting what you wanted, but that gives you absolutely no right to be mean and say such horrible things to mommy.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You spoke lowly, your voice full of shame. She crossed her arms over her chest and placed a knee on the bed that was filled with your toys, but she didn’t seem to notice or care at the moment.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t change what you did.” You shook your head in agreement with her words.

“I- I was upset and I really wanted ice cream but I was really, really mean to mommy and I didn’t mean to, and ‘m really, really, really sorry.” She didn’t respond and you worried she didn’t forgive you. You were about to plead her once more before she stood and began walking to your side of the bed where you sat so anguished. She then placed herself in front of you and put her hands on your knees before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I know you are, baby.”

“You forgive me?”

“Not exactly, but I’m not mad at you anymore.” A smile began to grow on your face and she pinched your cheeks at the sight.

“Does that mean you won’ ignore me now?”

“I won’t ignore you anymore, my love.”

“And does that mean we can have ice crea-“

“Woah, woah, woah, I think we’re getting a bit too far now.” You giggled and she followed before scooting your stuffies to the side and making space for her own body to fit. She pulled you in closer and placed a kiss on your lips this time, sighing into it as she wrapped her arm around your body. She knew you could never hate her, and she knew she could never hate moments like this even if it meant she had to live out what led to it.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #scarlet witch angst #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch

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dakotalun · 1 year ago

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hi!! I just read both parts to your series ‘You Belong With Me’ and holy shit it’s so good!! I wanted to ask if I could request something maybe?? :)

i was thinkin something where Eddie and a super shy girl are dating. They’re only like three weeks into dating but they love each other so much. Reader’s parents fight a lot (maybe Eddie knows), and she randomly shows up on his trailer doorstep crying one day cause of it…sm fluff plz😭🙏

omg I love this prompt! I wrote this in one day because I simply couldn't stop thinking about it!!

Words: 2.2k

Eddie is the best thing to happen this year. I never thought that I would be dating the town “freak” but here I am. The only thing is that he’s not a freak, well in the ways everyone describes him as he’s not. He’s got a very sweet and loving side to him that if you just gave it time he would show.

It became apparent how much of a caring side he has when I told him about my parents.

“They hate each other! I never understood why the hell they got married in the first place. I mean if two people hate each other so much why be together?” I was ranting and pacing about the most recent argument my parents had.

“Sweets, you gotta calm down, please. Come sit,” Eddie motions for me to sit down on the bed next to him but I keep pacing, there are too many emotions for me to be still right now.

“I can’t calm down, I mean they do this all the time! They act all fine and loving around me but then once they think I’ve gone to bed they rip each other’s throats out. I can’t fucking deal with it anymore!” I can feel the tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, but I refuse to cry over them, over this.

Eddie gets up and stands in my path, “Move,” I look at him waiting but he doesn’t budge, “Eddie move. Please.”

“Nope. Not until you take a deep breath and calm down. This is too much for you right now, you just need to sit with it, trust me. If anyone knows fucked up families it’s me.”

“Don’t say that,” My heart breaks hearing him say stuff like that, “You didn’t choose for your parents to leave you.”

“And you didn’t choose for yours to hate each other,” He places his hands on my shoulders, “If anything else happens just know that I’m here for you. If they start fighting and you need a place to crash come here, Wayne won’t mind and if he does then I’ll kick him out.”

I laugh at his joke, knowing that he would really do it if it had to be done.

“Okay,” I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him tight, “Thanks Eds. I love you.”

“Love you too honey.”

That was last week. Only last week when Eddie said I could come over any time they were fighting and I didn’t wanna hear it. So when I heard the screams come from down the hall I started getting dressed, but then I stopped. It was only last week. Was it too soon to come over and sleep at his place?

We’ve slept in the same place before but it was merely by accident, either we were watching tv in my living room and we fell asleep or we were cuddling after school and fell asleep. Never was it purposeful, until now.

Another scream comes from my parents room, followed by a crash. I have to leave. I can’t deal with this, so I continue getting dressed and pack a small bag before sneaking out of my room. The worst part is that I can’t even jump out of my window like most teens, I have to actually use the front door if I wanna leave.

Quietly I open the door to my bedroom and slink out of it as quickly as I can without making noise. Their shouts are louder out here, no cushion protecting my ears now. This also means I can clearly hear what they are yelling about.

“DAVE I HAVE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE-” My mom’s voice coes riquseing down the hall.

“AND I’M TELLING YOU THAT I. DON’T. CARE! WE DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY FOR IT AND THERE IS NO WAY TO GET IT!” My dad’s voice follows close behind.

“WHY NOT? IS IT BECAUSE YOU KEEP SPENDING IT ON HOOKERS AND DRUGS? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK UP THIS FAMILY?!”

“FAMILY? FAMILY? YOU THINK THIS IS A FMAILY? THIS IS TWO HUMANS WHO HAD A KID TOGETHER FAR TOO EARLY AND NOW HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TAKE CARE OF IT!”

It. He referred to me as an it, not a she, or a they, or hell even a he. A fucking it! I’ve been their kid for 17 years now and they can’t even pretend to love me. I guess I was never their kid, I was just a burden for them. Well now they don’t have to worry about me.

I rush towards the steps and out the front door, not caring to be quiet anymore. I can feel the raindrops on my skin as they mix with the ever flowing tears. But I don’t care, I need to get as far away from that hell hole as I can, I need to be somewhere safe. I need Eddie.

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I’m walking for what feels like hours, the rain now completely soaked through my clothes. My feet and hands are frozen but I can’t turn back now, I��m closer to Eddie’s than I am home anyways.

Walking through this part of town at this time of night was always peaceful, it would help me clear my head of all the things it was holding on to. The pain, anxiety and depression would slowly fade away as I walk, left, right, left, right, left, right. Until there was nothing to think of anymore, nothing to worry about.

Now, as I walk the familiar route to the trailer park, my brain can’t seem to shut up or shut off. The screams and yells from my parents flood every corner of my brain, never letting go. No matter how hard I try to get rid of them, they stick like super glue.

I look up from the sidewalk noticing the world around me getting slightly brighter than it was before. Eddie. My heart flutters at the thought of him, the way I know he will hold me and kiss my forehead. I turn into the trailer park, now only a minute away from the one I love.

I approach the doorstep and before I can knock I take a deep breath hoping it will make it less noticeable that I was crying the whole way here. But it doesn’t.

So I knock anyway. Knock, knock, knock. The sound rings through the small home like a pen dropping in an empty room. There’s shuffling on the other end and then the click of the lock. The door swings open to reveal Wayne, Eddie’s uncle. He’s standing there in his work clothes, one shoe on the other sitting by his recliner.

“Oh honey,” He steps aside and ushers me in, helping me take my coat off, “Did you walk all the way here?”

I nod, not trusting my voice just yet. Eddie calls from the other room, “Who is it? I just ordered pizza so it really shouldn’t be here ye-” He talks as he walks out of his room, cups and plates sitting in his hand.

“Shit.” He rushes over to me and cups my face in his hands, “What happened? What’s going on?” His eyes are frantic and he looks back and forth from me to Wayne, hoping someone will answer.

“My-” My voice cracks as I try to speak so I take a moment to think of what to say, “Parents.” I finally settle on.

Eddie just nods and pulls me in for a hug, not caring that I’m soaked from head to toe. Wayne finishes putting on his other shoe then walks over to Eddie.

“She can stay as long as she needs, okay? Don’t worry about it. I’ll bring some stuff home after my shift.” Then he pats him on the shoulder and heads out into the pouring rain that you just escaped from.

Eddie keeps holding me while I cry into his chest, wishing that this nightmare of a life was over. As I calm down I can hear him spftly whispering things to me.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe here. I love you so much baby.” The words fill my heart with warmth and happiness that I can’t help but to stop thinking about my parents.

I sadly pull away from Eddie, missing his warmth and look up at him, “Thank you.” My voice is still weak but it’s less strained than before.

“It’s nothing. I told you I’m always here for you, I don’t care when you come over as long as I know you’re safe.” He plants a kiss on my temple, “Can I start a warm bath for you? I don’t want you to catch a cold from these wet clothes.”

This. This is the Eddie everyone needs to see, if they did they would understand him the way I do. This sweet and caring boy who only wants the best for those he loves and cares for. I couldn’t have wished for anyone more perfect than him.

I nod my head and follow him as he leads us to the small bathroom next to his bedroom. He turns the faucet on and tests the temperature before turning back to me.

“I’ll set out some clothes on my bed and here,” He grabs a towel from the hall closet, “Is a towel for when you’re done. I’m just gonna be in the living room, so call if you need anything okay?”

“Thank you.”

“You already said that sweet girl,” A smile spread across his face, showing off his signature dimples.

“I know, but I want you to know that I really mean it,” I give him a quick kiss before he’s heading out into the living room again.

I quickly strip down, tearing the wet clothes from my body with some struggle, before finally getting into the warm water that Eddie prepared. The heat immediately starts to soothe my aching muscles and joints, the feeling bringing a wash of relaxation over me.

I wash myself off and clean my hair with Eddie’s coconut shampoo and conditioner. I always love the smell when he’s fresh out the shower and the scent is the strongest. After I’m thoroughly cleaned I get out and dry myself most of the way, only missing a few spots on my back.

I exit the bathroom and am blasted with a wave of cold air, sending shivers up my spine. I head into Eddie’s room to change and dry my hair. I walk in and notice that he left out his favorite Hellfire short and some grey sweats for me to wear, even if they both are over sized I love the gesture. I throw them on and admire the fit in his mirror before heading out to Eddie in the next room.

“There she is!” Eddie says, opening his arms wide, “How ya feelin’?” I walk over and snuggle up next to him, engulfed in the scent and warmth of him once again.

“Better. Still a little cold though,” I nuzzle further into him, not that there’s much room between us already.

“Well you’re in luck. I looked in the pantry and found some hot cocoa mix and mini marshmallows. I got your mug sittin in the kitchen,” Before I could even try to get it myself Eddie is up and off the couch and in the kitchen warming up my cocoa. He comes back only seconds later with a large mug topped with far too many marshmallows.

“Thank you,” I say as I reach out and grab the mug with both hands. I take a sip and feel as the warm liquid heats me from the inside. “DId you add-”

“Peppermint and cinnamon, yes ma’am. I know what you like,” He winks at me. A blush creeps up my cheeks at the words but I hide my face in the delicious drink before he can see. Eddie turns away from me to grab a nearby blanket and toss it over my shoulders, but he doesn’t go back to his seat.

“Come back! I miss your warmth.”

“Yeah yeah in a minute I gotta put this movie on first,” He’s crouched in front of the tv shuffling through disks and tapes. A minute later he finds the one he was looking for with a triumphant “Here it is, that little bastard.”

I just roll my eyes at him as he sets up the movie. Finally done with that and anything else he might need to do, Eddie slides in next to me and cuddles in the blanket as well. We watch as the screen brightens and the opening scene of my favorite movie starts to play.

“Wait, how did you?” I look between the tv and the man next to me, who just has a smile on his face as he looks at my shocked expression. “I bought it a while ago, figured you’d be over a lot so I might as well start making it more homey for you.”

I am in too much shock to utter any words so I opt for smothering him in kisses instead. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I can’t imagine anyone else sitting here next to me other than Eddie. We both burst out laughing before settling down and watching the movie before both of us drift off to sleep.

Eddie Taglist: @ali-r3n @dixontardis @witchwolflea @micheledawn1975 @daydreaming-mood @idfwfeelings @adaydreamaway08 @preciousbumplingbee @rustboxstarr @plk-18 @teary-eyed-egg @needylilgal022 @exploding-bonbon @gagasbee @eddiemunsonsguitarpic @aol19 @thatwitchyoucouldntburn @meanlilbean @sonnyahngel @corrodedcass @pigwidgeonxo @marsmunson86 @lottie-90 @figmentofquinn @sareim123122 @eddies-puppet @gvf23 @kennedy-brooke @rocklees-wife @emma77645 @cherris-n-peaches @breehumbles @joequinn-love @anyoddthoughts @aysheashea @eddiesskittle @uncxmfxrtablex @cherrymedicine13 @mrsjellymunson @shotgunhallelujah @bambipowerblueaddition @hexqueensupreme @josephquinnsfreckles @harrysgothicbitch @paleidiot @smurfflynn @lilyungpeanut @selena-rocker27

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rosielou94 · 21 days ago

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Broken Pieces - Mitch Keller x Reader - Part 3

Warning: This series will deal with domestic violence. It will not contain graphic details, but is a large part of the plot. Please read with caution.

18+ only!

Synopsis: As the feelings between you and Mitch grow, a dark figure from his past reappears and threatens to break the bond you've created.

A/N: I wasn't intending to create a toxic ex-girlfriend for Mitch, but i hope everyone hates Alexa Michaels' character as much as i do :') I cannot wait to write more chapters because I have a million ideas for the MC and Mitch, as well as the horrible exes they're trying to outrun. This part was also a lot longer than intended, but i really hope you all like it!

Part one here Part two here

Fridays and Saturdays were the busiest nights at Bred 2 Buck. There were some shifts where you barely had a chance to sit down, running back and forth between waiting on tables and mixing drinks at the bar. This job had been a lifesaver for you, had been that final push you needed to bring you out of your shell. You felt more confident than you had done in a long time; you were walking a little bit taller, and your shoulders were a little more squared. You’d finally plucked up the courage to change your hairstyle, to practice doing your makeup the way you liked it and not the way Vince had insisted you wear it. You were keeping up with your therapy, and at the end of every session you left feeling just a little bit lighter. Goodie had told you that Vince was searching for you in New Jersey, based on some tip that may or may not have been orchestrated by your new friends to throw your husband even further off your scent.

Mitch had noticed the change in you. He noticed that your smile was finally reaching your eyes, that your laugh was now loud and bright instead of quiet and timid. You were wearing bolder, brighter clothes, your hair and makeup looked incredible, and you just seemed more alive. He watched you each night at the bar, and every Monday at shooting practice, wanting to tell you how great you looked but always stopping just before the words left his mouth. He didn’t want to scare you, didn’t want to seem like he was coming on too strong. You were a hit with the customers, chatting away with each and every one, remembering the names and order of regulars. So many people had sung your praises over recent weeks, and Mitch was dying to do the same.

You’d noticed Mitch watching you, the both of you breaking into smiles when you caught each other’s eyes. He’s just being friendly, you’d tell yourself. The part of your brain that told you were worthy of love still needed a bit of working on, but deep down you wondered if Mitch was looking at you with more than just friendship in his eyes. When he performed on stage, it was like he singing directly to you. His gaze held yours as he sang, every word sounding like it was meant just for you.

This Saturday might have been the busiest you’d ever been. Your feet were aching from standing all night, and you couldn’t remember when you’d last had a sip of water. You stole yourself a quick five minutes, slumping down on a bar stool and knocking back an entire glass of water as you tried to catch your breath. That’s when you noticed her. The tall, toned, beautifully stunning woman standing at the bar. She caught your eye and raised her hand, smiling sweetly as you hauled yourself off the barstool and over to her. “What can I get you?” You shouted over the music, Mitch’s warm-up act crooning about his lost love. “Is Mitch Keller here?” The woman asked, her voice the most perfect, sweet Southern drawl. “Yeah, he’s just about to perform though. If this was about open mic night, I can fit you in at the end?” You prayed she was only here to sing, but she shook her head, laughing. “No honey, I’m here to see Mitch.” Her waist length honey-blonde hair was impossibly silky, the golden tresses catching the light as she looked around the bar. “We go way back,” she smiled, giving you a little wink.

Your blood ran cold, and your heart sank at her words. You knew it was too good to be true, knew that the life you wanted with Mitch was only ever meant to be in the confines of your imagination. You nodded and smiled, as professional as ever. “Ok, well, like I said he’s just about to perform. You could grab him after. Can I get you a drink while you wait?” “A martini please, sweetie.” The woman winked again, her long thick lashes intensifying the green of her eyes that was somehow visible even in the dim lights of the bar. As you mixed her drink, resisting the urge to spit into it, Mitch started his set. You paused to look, to see if his eyes were searching for in the crowd like always. His eyes weren’t focused on you tonight but were instead glued to the blonde woman at the bar. His expression was unreadable, but you detected the slightest quiver in his voice that wasn’t usually there. You tried to not let it get to you; after all, Mitch was a free man. You busied yourself at the bar, refusing to look up at the stage for the rest of his set.

Mitch had been excited to perform tonight. He’d written a song for you that he wanted to sing, to see if you knew it was about you. He’d spent so long trying to figure out how to tell you how he felt, and then the night before, the words had all come tumbling out. He couldn’t get them down fast enough, rushing to write them in his notebook before he lost them. The melody has also come easily, the music flowing through him as he sang long into the night. He’d been so excited to get up there and sing it for you, to catch your gaze and hold it. As he sat down, he spied her standing right next to you. The woman who had torn Mitch’s life apart. He hadn’t seen Alexa Michaels since the day he was arrested, and his life had been a lot better for it. She was a dark part of Mitch’s past, someone he wanted to keep buried. He could see her talking to you, see your face drop as she spoke. What was she saying? What was she telling you? Mitch wanted nothing more than to jump down from the stage, to go running over to you and tell you that whatever Alexa was saying, it was a lie. That woman was nothing but trouble in a pair of stilettos and Mitch had stupidly believed he’d seen the last of her. Those green eyes of hers, they bore into his soul, her malicious smile tearing at the very fabric of his being. He was supposed to sing eight songs, but Mitch cut his set short after five, leaving the stage in a hurry to get to you.

“Well, hey there stranger.” Alexa’s sickly-sweet voice sounded from behind him, turning Mitch’s blood cold. He turned to see her sipping a martini, her long legs dangling down as she perched herself on a barstool. “Long time, no see.” She reached out a perfectly manicured hand to touch him, and Mitch stepped back. “What do you want?” He spat, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to find you in the crowd. “Still as feisty as ever,” she grinned, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she took Mitch in. “I want you out of my bar,” he growled, pushing past her as he headed towards his office. He could see Alexa was enjoying this, enjoying getting under his skin. “Oh, you’re no fun anymore,” she sighed, following him through the crowded bar. “I thought we could catch up, reminisce about the good old days.”

“What good old days?” Mitch hissed, “you mean the days when you got me addicted to pain pills? The days where you twisted me so far around your bony little fingers and then threw me to the dogs? I did eight years in prison because of you!” “Oh, Mitch.” Alexa rolled her eyes. “You always were such a drama Queen.” “You get the fuck out of my bar.” Mitch could feel his anger boiling over and he knew he needed to get away from the witch who had broken him all those years ago. Before she could follow him, he disappeared into his office, slamming the door behind him.

You didn’t see Mitch until the end of your shift. The blonde woman had left shortly after he’d finished his set, and his office door remained locked until last orders were called. You tried to distract yourself by cleaning the bar, thinking of anything other than who that woman could possibly be. You couldn’t compete with her, not when she looked like someone straight off the Victoria’s Secret runway. As you counted up the register, Mitch emerged from his office, his face drawn and pale. “A woman came in looking for you,” you told him, watching as he poured himself a large glass of whiskey. “I know,” was all he said, before downing the entire glass in one. “If she comes back, I don’t want you to speak to her. Please, don’t speak to her.” “Why?” You’d never seen Mitch like this before, so agitated and on edge. “Because, contrary to popular belief, the Devil ain’t a little red man with horns. She’s a blond in heels and her name is Alexa Michaels.” Mitch practically spat her name, before pouring himself another whiskey. “Is everything ok?” You ventured, taking a tentative step forward.

Mitch looked at you, his face softening as he remembered the song he’d wanted to sing. Alexa had taken everything from him; he wouldn’t let her take you. He wasn’t sure if it was the whiskey he’d just drank, or the three previous glasses he’d had in his office, but he knew that he needed to sing you that song, knew he needed to counteract any of the poison Alexa might have tried to tell you. “Wait here,” he said, setting his glass down on the side, “just wait right here.” He made his way to the stage, grabbing his guitar before sitting down. He started singing, the most beautiful song you’d ever heard. The words hit you like nothing ever had before. The song was about two people who were broken pieces, before finding one another and making each other whole. His eyes were glassy as he sang, and you couldn’t tell if it was due to tears, or the multiple drinks he’d had. When the song came to an end, you both just sat, both just staring at each other as you tried to find the words. Was this song about you?

“The night I came to your hotel room,” Mitch said, his voice thick with emotion, “do you remember what I said to you?” You thought back, your mind trying to conjure the conversations you’d had. And then it hit you. “You said “You won’t be broken forever; sometimes you just need people to help you put the pieces back together.”” His words had meant so much to you that night, had given you more hope than you ever could have asked for. “The song…” you whispered, your brain fitting the pieces together. “Was it about me?” “Yes,” he smiled, “you have no idea how long I’ve spent trying to write something for you. I’ve been going crazy trying to tell you how I feel.” Mitch stood up, the both of you slowly closing the gap between you. “I know you need time,” he said, “I know you might not be ready, but when you are, I want to show you how much I care about you.”

You were inches away from each other now, so close you could smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. You wanted to reach out and touch him, needed to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. “This Alexa girl,” you said, your heart breaking when you saw how Mitch flinched even at the mention of her name. “Did she hurt you?” Mitch nodded, tears coating his thick lashes as they rolled down his cheeks. “Did she hurt you like Vince hurt me?” You gingerly reached up to wipe his tears away and Mitch gripped your hand, holding it to his face as he pressed his cheek into your palm. “She never hit me,” he confirmed, but you could see the pain in his eyes. You knew that Alexa must have broken him down with her words, and you knew from experience that sometimes those words were more painful than fists. “Just two broken people,” you smiled sadly. Mitch laughed, a fresh batch of tears falling as you held each other in the silence of the bar. “We can fix each other though,” you whispered. “It’ll just take some time.” You couldn’t believe how brave you were being, how confident you felt. You hadn’t realised how much sadness there was in Mitch, hadn’t known how badly Alexa had hurt him. Your lips brushed his, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pulled him into you. Mitch kissed you back, the slowest, more tender kiss you’d ever had. You’d never felt anything like this before, every single nerve ending was on fire.

You reluctantly pulled away, the both of you looking at each other through tear-filled eyes. You both knew you’d have to deal with Alexa and Vince, knew you’d have to figure out a way to get them out of your lives for good. But right now, nothing else seemed important to you. You held each other in the dim lights of the bar, just two broken people who were desperate to be whole again.

#mitch keller x reader #mitch keller #tulsa king fanfic #tulsa king #garrett hedlund #mitch keller x you

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eddiemunsonhotgf · 2 years ago

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tw ~~ smut. size kink if you squint a little. please do not read if these are triggering to you. (also this hasn't been proofread yet, so bare w me!)

eddie would love to put christmas decorations up with you and be so cute and loving while you listen over and over wham!'s last christmas song on your vinyl records.

even though he hates mainstream stuff, he would just love and adore watching you dance around with your cute winter themed pjs. something about you being so happy with so little would make his little heart flutter every time.

it's all fun and games until you're hanging the mistletoe and ask him for your help. poor little thing that can't get anything done by herself he thinks. you just sounded so so sweet asking him for his help, he couldn't resist.

to put it bluntly, sometimes he would be lazy and not get up from the too-comfortable sofa, he might not be the most active human on earth, but anything that would make him stop listening to that same song over and over again, he's in. in reality, he's really loving, he's always trying to make sure you're comfortable in absolutely any environment you both guys are. with his friends? he makes sure you're comfy, grabbing your hand with his plush one and interlocking your fingers, waiting for you tighten his hand back as a response if you're not comfy ...sometimes their jokes can become a little too much. they think it's a little PDA, but he doesn't care, cause he loves you. more than anything in this world, and he needs to protect you at all times. whether you're with his friends, your family, your friends... he always makes sure that you're comfortable. and whenever he notices you're not, he tries to make you feel warm and if it doesn't work, he drags you out and takes you to his trailer to cuddle and kiss you until you feel safe in his arms again.

'eeeds!' you whined. maybe he didn't hear you the first time, so you tried again. but oh he did. 'teddy... please' again. no response. there was something about hearing you beg for his presence that lit something inside him. he's being awfully quiet and that screams there's no good coming from him. but you didn't see that coming, trying to figure the best way to hang up the mistletoe without falling and breaking all of the decorations that were put aside you. you feel a hand on your hip & suddenly all your problems are solved. big boy to the rescue!

'woop- my bad. didn't see you!" you're jumpy at this point, everything so silent but the record on the vinyl starting again, plus, you didn't see his hand coming. 'gotcha, little thing.' he replies, with a smug on his face like he's the most strong boy to walk on earth.

'oh no!' you pout. focused so sharply on the nickname he gave you. little thing, little thing! that you didn't even notice all the christmas decorations had fallen to the floor and now... well they were spraying all around.

'don't worry, pretty girl. don't worry your pretty head about it.' what was he doing! you were so reddened up at this point. all the nicknames had a serious affect on you, and deep down he knew that, he was just playing around & dumb. whenever you're nervous, your mouth acts before your brain can think, so you ask 'eds?' there's a silence. he knows what you're going to ask him.

crickets.

'hm. yes?' his back was now turned. he was squatting trying to clean up all the mess you made. 'uh, don't worry. never mind, teddy. let me help you.' and as you were about to bend to try and help him, he subtlety caressed your thigh, covered with the onesie pjs you were wearing. stopping you and letting you know that he was fine picking up everything, feeling guilty about laying in the sofa while you were so adorable and excited about hanging up the lights.

'oh, o-okay' you stutter. you guys were dating since the summer, although you had known each other since the start of the year. the first time he landed his eyes on you, he saw this coming. he knew you both would get along well, even though it might not look like it. you were so good girl, good grades, sweet thing... and he was just eddie, rocker boy, the drug dealer.

'you sure you dont wanna ask anything, baby?' you nod with your head a no, looking down at your feet. he was trying to make you feel small. he was succeeding.

now, the mistletoe was finally hung and all the mess was cleaned but something was missing. the tradition is that you need to kiss your loved one under it, to last through eternity with them. right at this time, you forgot what was the point of even hanging it, questioning every decision you've made until this very moment. 'so' eddie takes the lead and breaks the silence. while he gets up and looks down at you, asks 'now that we've hung this, are you going to give me a kiss under this or do i need to tell you that you need to give me a kiss under this?' he was being really forward today, not trying to waste anytime as he grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger as he makes you look up at him.

'sorry eds. wanted to kiss you since you've put you hand on me. 'm sorry i didn't do anything.' you made your best effort in putting into words how you were feeling right now, your world falling apart.

'no need to apologise, princess. c'mere.' and believe it he was so fast on putting and dragging his hands all over your body. once your lips crashed into each other, he was making sure his hands felt at least once every inch of your body. 'hm- oh' you whine as his kisses drag down little by little, connecting with that sweet spot on your neck. that sweet noise he thinks. how did he get so lucky.

'what was that, pretty thing?' you freeze. you were so into it you didn't realise that noise actually came out of your mouth.

'n-nothing. sorr-' 'baby, there's no need to apologise. was i making you feel too good, hm?' you eyes were shining, you were looking up at him in awe. 'aw, you can't even speak, can't you?'

'yes' he takes your face with both of his hands and drags them down until they meet your pretty neck. all ready for him to leave his marks over it.

'yes, what?'

you were put in your place, you knew the game was starting and so decided to join. 'yes, master' you looked up at him innocently, batting you eyelashes at him while his cock grew harder and harder inside his pijama pants.

'that's my good girl." and the rest is history! ♡

wanted to post a christmas special quickly! sorry if this feels kinda rushed, it is :( i still have some exams left but i wanted to post! enjoy bbs 💘 take care. love u so much 💞🎀

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie #joseph quinn #innocent!reader #joseph quinn smut #my babie eds #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine

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bosinclairsgff · 2 months ago

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Could you please write a NSFW about Dale and Ruth fucking in the first month of living together?

You are wild but I appreciate it. In fact it’s always welcome on my page. Also idk if this was what you were looking for if you wanted more smut shoot me another request and I’ll write a super dirty one ;)

warnings: NSFW

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Ruth and Dale had been living together for about a month now. At first Ruth absolutely hated him. She couldn’t even stand to look at him. He was a bad man who made her become a bad woman. Slowly though a relationship started to form between the two of them. She’d make dinner and leave him a plate at the top of the steps. Then it wasn’t only dinner but breakfast and lunch too. He showed his appreciation through little notes he’d leave with the dirty plate. Always in some weird code but she knew it was his way of saying thanks. Raising Lee wasn’t always easy and sometimes she needed someone to talk to. That’s when her visits downstairs started. At first she made some excuse like she was looking for something she might have left down there. But she’d linger, watching him make dolls or clean up some mess he made. Dale is such an awkward man he’d just breathe loudly and nod his head maybe breathing out a “thanks” now and then. One late night she couldn’t sleep and neither could he. He doesn’t usually sleep much but he just couldn’t focus on anything either. Not her first thought but she decided to go downstairs to see him. He was in his pajamas, she was in her nightgown and robe. It was silent between them for a moment. They just watched each other, neither of them making the first move. But then she did. He was lying down on his mattress, back against the cold hard wall, legs straight out. Even a book tossed to the side, he must not have been very into whatever he was reading. Ruth made her way to the mattress. He was still, his breathing loud and heavy. She hovered over him before straddling her legs over his hips. Dale’s breath gets caught in his throat but he doesn’t stop her. She can feel him getting hard. Slowly, she unties his pants, watching his face for a hint of uncertainty. She doesn’t find any. His eyes are half open and his breathing is fast and loud. Pulling his pants down, revealing his hard cock. It was bigger than she was expecting, letting out a small gasp. Dale chuckles slightly. Pre cum was leaking everywhere. Ruth sits up on her knees pulling her underwear to the side then slowly letting him fill her up. She whines because it stretches her out so much. He whimpers and hold onto her hips. Dale doesn’t help at all just simply lets his hands rest on her hips. Ruth slowly sits herself all the way down, moaning as she bottoms out. Dales a whimpering, whining mess. Bucking his hip upward trying to get her to move. So she gives him what he wants. Slowly rising herself up then crashing back down. That almost makes Dale cum, just that little act. Ruth picks up her pace, moving up and down finding a rhythm that makes both of them happy. Dales fingers dig into her hips, she lets out a small yelp. He whines at the sound she made. Slowly turning into a mumbling, whining mess he tries to hold out longer. But he can’t, cumming deep inside her. She holds onto his shoulders as she does the same. For a moment they sit in silence, Dales breathing being the only thing they hear. Ruth gets up and leaves. Not a word being shared between the two.

#horror #horror fan #horror movie #horror movies #horror films #slasher x reader #slashers #bosinclairsgff #longlegs dale #longlegs smut #longlegs #longlegs x reader #ruth harker #ruth x longlegs #slasher smut

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fa1rydr3ams · 12 days ago

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General Sub Prohero Bakugou Headcanons Pt. 1

| cw: 18+ mdni, sub! bakugou, dom! gn reader, fluff, nsfw, edging,

| a/n: this is one of many so come back and check the masterlist soon!

| wc: 210

prohero! bakugou who tries to act tough but really gets soft when you gently kiss his forehead or play with his hair. he might grumble about it, but deep down, he secretly loves the attention.

prohero! bakugou who loves to help you cook dinner after a long day, complaining about small things but truly loving the domesticity of it. he'll stand close, and grumble about how you're doing it wrong, but you can catch him sneaking glances at you, with his lips quirking up every so often.

prohero! bakugou who on his rare days off, likes to do high-energy activities with you. often you find yourself rock-climbing, hiking, canoeing, he's all for the thrill and prefers dates with some action though he also doesn't mind if you'd rather sit at home all day.

prohero! bakugou who acts like he doesn't care but will be incredibly overprotective. if he's with you in a crowded place, he'll make sure to always have you in his line of sight, subtly guiding you with a hand on your back.

prohero! bakugou who calls late when he's on patrol, with such a soft spot for your voice. it calms him down when he's had a rough day. "tch...just wanted to hear you that's all..."

prohero! bakugou knew you were perfect for each other with how gentle you were with him even when he was annoying. he had such a spot for intimacy when it came to you, he would rest his head on your lap while you were watching tv.

sub prohero! bakugou who may be used to giving commands, but with you he wants to be told he's done well. whispering in his ear about how good he's been, or how much you want him, can get him to quickly drop that hard exterior. "you're such a good boy for me, katsuki," will have him biting his lip, attempting to stifle a groan.

sub prohero! bakugou who not so secretly loves when you push him down and keep him in place. he obviously is bigger than you and could easily break free but he never wishes to. he loves to feel your strength, it's that unspoken trust, the way he allows himself to feel vulnerable makes it so intimate. "is that the best you can do..." he would bite his lip and look up at you with a teasing smirk.

sub prohero! bakugou who once in the full headspace can't help but let you hear him. especially after an intense patrol when he's beneath you, his head thrown back, lips parted, and he can't hold back those little noises you love and adore. soft gasps, shaky breaths, and barely audible whimpers. "I can't...ngh god...please," he'd murmur into your neck, torn between wanting more and being overwhelmed by the sensation.

sub prohero! bakugou sometimes wakes up needy, grinding his hips into the bed, half-asleep but very aware of how close your body is. if you start touching him, even softly, he'll let out quiet, needy little noises, slowly waking up with a deep blush. "good morning...uh-I... I didn't mean to wake up like this," he mumbles, still hazy but not wanting you to take your hands off his body.

sub prohero! bakugou has a love-hate relationship with teasing and edging. he'll curse at you, and groan in frustration, but the moment you finally give in, his voice cracks with relief. "fuck...don't stop, please," he'd gasp, hands gripping the sheets as he feels himself start to unravel.

sub prohero! bakugou has a spot on his neck that drives him absolutely wild when kissed or bitten, and he struggles to hide it from you. the moment your lips brush against it, he shudders and lets out a shaky breath, his voice barely breaking a whisper. "fuck do that again."

#sub mha #dom!reader #sub! bakugou #sub prohero! bakugou #boyfriend! bakugou #divider by cafekitsune #divider by anitalenia #gn reader

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lilacbunnygirl · 23 days ago

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Black Cat Luck

Chapter 3 - The One With The Sick Enemy

♪ Too Close - Sir Chloe ♪

➵ word count: 7,056

➵ warnings: this story includes +18 contents. so minors dni !!! if you wanna look at tropes and warnings here is the teaser chapter for black cat luck.

➵ author’s note: hello after a long break! even though i had planned to publish this chapter earlier, i ended up getting sick (the funny part is that i was planning to write about a sick Suguru in this chapter, and then i got sick too lol.) unfortunately, the writing of the new chapter was delayed. i hope you enjoy it. i’m looking forward to your comments. i also publish my writing on my ao3 account. if you’d like to support me, here’s the link to my account. sending love <333 lilacbunnygirl

Reader’s Pov

“Why did you even call me over if you were going to ignore me and keep drawing?”

You lifted your head from the sketch you’d been working on for about an hour and answered your next-door neighbor Nobara, “You’re the one who came here, without asking “Do you have work to do or not?”, Nobara.”

Nobara sighed in frustration, “Yes, I came because we haven’t seen or talked to each other in two weeks. Plus, you should take a break, or else you look like you’re about to pass out at any moment.”

You set the black marker down on the table and leaned back in your chair. You were truly exhausted. There wasn’t the slightest bit of progress. No matter what you drew, none of it looked good to you. And you still had to sketch the dress and deal with the sewing afterward…

While leaning back, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I should call my aunt and tell her I’m backing out of the dress job.”

Your neighbor got angry at your words and gave you a light nudge with her foot.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“That was a small warning to stop you from being stupid. You’re not backing out of anything. I said you just need a little break, not to quit!” Nobara stood up from her chair, came over to you, grabbed you by the arms, and pulled you away from the table, making you sit on the L shaped couch. Then she sat down next to you.

“You know, you’re really strong.”

“Oh yeah, Alex says the same. Especially in bed.”

You grimaced Nobara’s sentence. “Don’t even finish that sentence! Your Friday sessions already traumatize me enough.”

Nobara shrugged, “What can we do? We turn into monsters in bed. And don’t act like you don’t do it either.”

“I never bring guys home, and I definitely don’t make as much noise as you do. Anyway, can we please change the subject?”

Your neighbor perked up, “I’ve been waiting for this. Alright, please tell me what you’ve been up to these past two weeks since we haven’t seen each other. Other than that awful date and your Sunday with your aunt.”

Turning to Nobara, you said, “There’s really not much to tell. I’ve just been going back and forth between school and home. Later that shitty date, I met up with Iris and Satoru. Unfortunately, that jerk was there too.”

Nobara knew exactly who “that jerk” was, as you’d told her countless times about your encounters with Suguru and the mutual hatred between the two of you.

“Ouch. Sounds like a rough day.”

“Unfortunately yeah... After the worst date of my life, seeing Geto made everything even worse. That jerk dragged me through the mud that day and then did me favors he’d never normally do.”

Nobara raised an eyebrow, “Favors he’d never normally do? Are we talking about him screwing you?”

Eyes widening, you quickly interrupted, “NO! No, absolutely not. Believe it or not, that day, he gave me his jacket because I was cold and even drove me home.”

“Oh… So, a knight in shining armor for one night. I’ve never understood why you hated him so much. He seems like a pretty decent guy. And oh my god, that face and body… While my favorite is still your best friend’s uncle, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that sexy man either.”

What was it about this guy and his effect on women? He was tall, built, and covered in tattoos. It shouldn’t have been that hard to find someone of his type. And were you the only one who saw his true demonic nature? Everyone who thought Geto was a gentleman must’ve been blind to the fact that he could very well be the devil in disguise.

As much as you wanted to deny it, he had left a tiny bit of an effect on you. His scent from the jacket had lingered and pulled you into a few steamy fantasies at night. But you were sure it wasn’t because you were attracted to him; you just hadn’t had sex in over a month.

Or maybe you were just fooling yourself.

“Trust me, he’s as bad as I’ve told you, Nobara. Besides, please don't forget Alex.”

She raised her hands in a guilty gesture, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But even though you hate him, don’t you think it’s time for the two of you to make peace?”

You leaned your head back, “If he had been nice from the beginning, we’d be getting along just fine. But he didn’t want that. So as far as I’m concerned, our hatred and rivalry will continue forever.”

Nobara shifted her gaze from you to the view outside the window, “You know, sometimes I think he wants to fuck you so bad.”

Shocked by her blunt statement, you turned to her, “WHAT?”

“Don’t get mad… It’s just a guess. Look, from what I’ve seen, people who hate each other tend to have a strong attraction between them. At first glance, they seem incompatible, like they don’t get along at all, but in reality, they’re made for each other. The reason they hate each other is that they’re both afraid of the intense chemistry between them.”

“Now you’re just talking nonsense!”

Your neighbor went into defense mode, “Remember Lia and Constantine? Alex’s close friends. According to Alex, they hated each other from the moment they met. Everyone kept saying they were attracted to each other, but they denied it. But the first time I met them, I saw it, honey! There was this fiery passion hidden in those death glares. Like they just want to give in to it and stop fighting it. Well, long story short, they stopped being cowards and started dating. And now they’re expecting their second child. And oh god, you think Alex and I are sex maniacs? You should see them!”

You’d seen Lia and Constantine before when they’d visited Nobara’s place. Even if their relationship had started with hatred, you could clearly see the love in their eyes that most people only dream of having. They were made for each other. But Geto and you… Even if you were the last two people on Earth, you’d never lay a hand on each other.

Taking a deep breath, you placed your hand on Nobara’s shoulder and began to explain yourself, “What they had could never happen between Geto and me. There’s no attraction like that between us, and I have absolutely no desire to date him! The only thing I want is to understand why he hates me for no reason. If I could just figure that out, maybe we could all have some peace.”

“Good luck with that, darling, because whatever his reason is, he doesn’t seem like the type to tell you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re right. Which is why we’ll be sworn enemies forever.”

Nobara chuckled, “Sworn enemies, huh… Maybe you two should make matching enemy bracelets or something.” She then got serious again, “But hey, you said he gave you his jacket and drove you home. I think that shows he cares about you, even just a little bit.”

Sure, it was a nice gesture, but anyone would’ve done that. Then again, according to your aunt, if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have done it.

“He may be a jerk, but sometimes he does surprise you. And whatever cologne he uses, it lingered on me so much that even when I woke up the next morning, I could still smell it. Oh god, I practically got horny just from his scent that night and imagined the two of us—”

Realizing what you were saying, you froze like a deer caught in headlights. Turning to see if Nobara had noticed, you saw her standing up and spinning in circles, screaming.

“You liar bitch! You said you didn’t want him, but you’ve already imagined yourself going at it with him! Oh my god, my theory was right again. Great love always starts with hatred!”

Seeing her so excited, you quickly stood up and said, “NO, NO! Ugh, that’s not how it is.” You pulled Nobara back onto the couch. “Look… maybe I did imagine that, but the only reason I did is that I haven’t had sex in over a month. That’s definitely the reason! I’ve been so busy with school that I haven’t had time to go out and meet anyone. And for the first time in ages, I went out, all thanks to my aunt’s arranged date.”

“You’re such a liar. You’re totally into him! You’re just in denial. We’ve got a second Lia and Constantine case here ladies and gentlemen. Ahh… I can’t decide if I like the enemies-to-lovers couples in books more or the ones in real life.”

Fantastic. How else could you have messed up explaining yourself? Nobara definitely read too many enemies-to-lovers books… Why did everyone except Iris always misunderstand you?

“God... You’re just like my aunt now, Nobara. I even had to lie to her just to get her off my back.”

Nobara, still giddy, turned a bit more serious at your last words, “Lie? What do you mean?”

You sighed and said, "So, you know how my aunt is always trying to set me up with someone, right?" Nobara nodded in agreement. "Well, even though I never mentioned anything about Geto to her, when she saw me wearing his jacket, she started suspecting that there was someone in my life. So that day, I told her there was something between Geto and me and that I was finally stepping into the world of serious relationships. I thought it would keep her distracted for a while."

Nobara looked at you in shock. "Oh my god... did you really have to do that? Your aunt is definitely going to want to meet him. So what are you planning to do when that happens, genius?"

Honestly, you hadn’t thought about that at all. In that moment, you had just told the lie to get out of the situation and give yourself some peace. But oh crap… If you knew your aunt even a little (and you were the person who knew her best in the world), she would absolutely want to meet Geto.

Holding your face in your hands as if to say, "What am I going to do?" you muttered, "I’m definitely screwed."

Nobara burst into a strong laugh and gave your back a comforting pat with her hand. "Don’t worry. If I know you, just like you get out of every situation, you’ll find a way out of this too, honey."

You turned to your next door neighbor and hugged her tightly. Nobara wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close and laughing again at your ridiculous predicament.

Even though you acted without thinking of the consequences, you told yourself, “I’ll figure something out.” Right now, all you wanted was a warm hug...

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After Nobara returned to her apartment, you sat back at your desk and returned to your drawing. Just as you started sketching something, your phone rang, stealing your focus once again. Seeing “Sis” on the screen, you immediately answered.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Your best friend’s excited voice filled your ear, “Guess who has a date tomorrow?”

You quickly put down your pen and replied, “No way, did you finally talk to that handsome guy?”

“Exactly, baby! Oh my god, I don’t even know how to thank you. I’m so glad you pushed me to talk to him. Hiro is such a sweet guy! Here’s how it went…”

As Iris began recounting how she approached Hiro after class, asked him out for coffee, and then had a mini heart attack when Hiro suggested doing it tomorrow since he wasn’t free today, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since your best friend had liked someone this much. All you wanted was for this Hiro guy to never break her heart.

After a long phone call, you found yourself on your beloved balcony. You hadn’t smoked all day, and a few cigarettes now might do you some good.

You had made plans to meet up with Iris at Legacy tomorrow evening. It was a must to catch up on everything that happened after her date. At last, you were finally going to have that little girls’ night you hadn’t managed to have in ages.

As you deeply inhaled the smoke from your cigarette, you looked at the setting sun. “Things are finally going right,” you thought with a sigh of relief before putting out your nearly finished cigarette in the ashtray and heading back inside.

“I can design the dress later,” you told yourself as you collapsed onto the couch. Turning on the TV, you opened Netflix and decided to watch Friends for the millionth time from the beginning.

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There was no other day you loved as much as Friday. Fridays never went wrong. It was the one day that took away all the fatigue of a long week. Anytime you had a good time, it always happened on a Friday.

Except for your neighbors sexual activities, of course…

Luckily, you’d be out until late tonight. Around 7 pm, you started getting ready for your meetup with Iris. Wearing your dark blue flared jeans and the new black corset top you just bought, it was impossible not to get attention. Your breasts looked more rounded and firm, your waist seemed almost nonexistent, and these flared jeans made your legs look incredible.

“God, I really look like a sexy slut…”

You mumbled to yourself in the mirror, confirming you had officially switched from your month long nun mode into full on slut mode.

After refreshing your red lipstick and spraying your perfume, you were ready. Grabbing your bag, you headed toward the entrance of your apartment. You put on your black heeled boots and threw on a blazer. This jacket probably wouldn’t keep you warm, but it matched your outfit. Fixing your hair one last time in the small mirror by the door, you left the house.

As you walked to the metro, “Or Nah” was playing in your headphones. You were fully in Friday night party mode. When the song was interrupted by your phone ringing, you immediately checked the caller and answered.

“Hey babe, I’m about 20 minutes away, and I can’t wait to hear all about what happened today.” You responded cheerfully to your best friend.

“Please tell me you haven’t left the house…”

You stopped walking abruptly and asked, concerned, “Iris, is something wrong?”

Your best friend exhaled in frustration. “I might have forgotten to finish my presentation assignment for the economics class…”

“Oh no, please don’t do this to me…”

Iris responded with a regretful tone, “I know, I’m sorry. The deadline is Saturday at noon. I’ve already finished part of it.”

“And I’m the one who always gets called irresponsible…”

Iris feigned annoyance. “Hey, I never leave things to the last minute. It’s just that my date with Hiro made me forget everything. Sweetie, I’m really sorry, but that’s not the main reason I called.”

“Oh, really? What could possibly be more important than telling your best friend you’re ditching her?” You replied sarcastically.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. The real reason I’m calling is that Sugu called me and—”

You interrupted her, “I’m definitely not going to like what you’re about to say.”

“I guess… Anyway, he sounded really bad. When I asked him what was wrong, he said he’d caught the flu.”

“Oh, I’m sure my heart’s breaking…”

After the things he’d said to you the day you went to return his jacket, you thought this was probably karma catching up to him, and silently thanked the universe for it.

“I know, you’re probably close to tears. Anyway, I told him I could go over and make him some chicken soup. My plan was to go over to his place and make it before meeting up with you, but when I remembered the assignment, I had to rush home.”

“And you’re telling me this because…?”

Iris let out a deep breath. “Because I want you to go take care of him for me.”

Your eyes widened, and you immediately said, “No.”

“Babe, please—”

“No, sweet words won’t work. First, you ditch me, and then you ask me to take care of that devil? Anything else you need?” Your voice was starting to sound genuinely angry.

“Look, I know I messed up big time. But I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. There’s no one else to take care of Sugu, and I’m worried about him. If I know him at all, he’s probably doing his best to make himself feel even worse.”

Rubbing your forehead in frustration, you said, “Doesn’t he have anyone? The last time I went to his shop, he had his little minions working for him. And what about Satoru? Isn’t he supposed to be his best friend?”

“You must’ve forgotten, princess. They all have jobs.”

In your moment of anger, you hadn’t even considered that. Satoru was working late at the restaurant. And the other tattoo artists you’d met at his shop were probably busy, too.

“Iris, we’re talking about a 32 year old man. I think he’s more than capable of taking care of himself.”

“Look, Suguru’s stubborn. He doesn’t want anyone worrying about him. He’ll say ‘I’m fine, don’t bother,’ but in reality, he needs help more than ever. I even had to beg him to let me make the soup.”

You understood all too well what it was like to not want to be a burden on anyone. And you knew just how stubborn Suguru could be. But the last thing you wanted today was to spend your Friday with the devil himself. It seemed like your streak of perfect Fridays was coming to an end. But there wasn’t much you could do. Iris was your closest friend. You’d do anything for her.

“You’re lucky I hadn’t gotten on the metro yet. Send me the devil’s address, and you better pay for everything I drink tomorrow.”

Your best friend squealed in delight. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Save the flattery and just send me the address. And finish that damn presentation.”

“Aye aye, captain. I’m sending it right away. Love you, sis.”

“Love you too.”

As soon as you hung up, Iris sent you the location.

You were really going to the devil’s lair. Today was supposed to be a day to let loose, not a day for playing nurse.

Realizing you’d never actually made chicken soup before only added to your stress. But you were lucky because you knew the best person in the world for making soup.

You: What do I need to make chicken soup?

Your aunt texted back almost immediately.

Aunt Mikasa: Are you sick?

You: Not for me. For someone else.

Aunt Mikasa: Hmm, could this someone be the tall, handsome guy we talked about recently?

You rolled your eyes at her thinly veiled jab.

You: Maybe.

Aunt Mikasa: Lucky for you, I have the best chicken soup recipe.

A minute later, she sent you a photo of the recipe.

Aunt Mikasa: *photo*

You: I love you 😚

Aunt Mikasa: Love you too. Make sure you send me a pic of the two of you eating it together ☺️

You smiled a little at her message and started walking toward the nearest supermarket.

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When you arrived at the apartment not far from your house, you took a deep breath. You couldn’t believe the absurdity of the situation. You had come to make soup for a 32 year old sick man. And on top of that, this man was the one person you disliked the most on the planet.

Gripping the bags in your hands tightly, you walked towards the entrance of the building. You typed the apartment number Iris had sent you into the keypad on the wall and waited for the sick person you were visiting to open the door. As if Suguru had been waiting for this moment, he answered the front door without even asking who you were. You pressed the button for the third floor in the elevator. After a short ride, the doors opened, and you stepped out. A tall figure greeted you at the open door on your right.

Looking at you with his tired face, he said, “You’re not Iris.” Despite looking worn out, you still couldn’t understand how he managed to be so handsome.

“Wow, you’re getting smarter by the day, Geto.”

His red eyes trailed from your face down to your chest before returning to your face again.

“Where’s Iris?”

Damn, you cursed internally. Had Iris not told him you were coming?

“I’m so glad to see you too, Geto. When I heard you were sick, I just couldn’t resist coming to take care of you.” You held out the bags in your hands to Suguru.

Suguru glanced at the bags and quickly took them for you. He opened the door wide enough for you to step in. “Come inside,” he said, almost as if giving an order.

You took off your boots before entering. Two steps in, the door slammed shut behind you. What a brute, you thought. He might not like you, but the door hadn’t done anything wrong.

As you walked into the living room on the right, your beloved enemy followed closely behind. The room was dominated by gray tones. Normally, homes with dark colors made you feel suffocated, but for some reason, you found this place rather appealing. The kitchen and living room were combined into one large space. While Suguru placed the bags on the kitchen counter, your eyes were drawn to a painting hanging on the wall. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had painted it himself.

Noticing your curious gaze, Suguru said, “Seems like my place has caught your interest?”

You tore your gaze from the painting and turned to Suguru, who was leaning against the counter, his arrogant smirk still intact despite being sick.

“Not bad. It reflects you. Dark and boring.”

Suguru widened his smirk. “Thanks for the valuable input. Now, would you care to explain what the hell you’re doing here?”

“Trust me, I’m not spending my wonderful Friday here by choice. Iris forgot to finish her important assignment, so I’m here because of that. Otherwise, we’d be drinking and talking about the date she went on today.”

Suguru’s smirk disappeared after your words. He suddenly seemed gloomy, as if you had drained all the happiness out of him.

“Date? She didn’t tell me about that.”

“We’re talking about a 20 year old adult here. She doesn’t need to tell you every step she takes.”

Just as Suguru was about to say something, he started coughing. He really wasn’t good. For a moment, you felt sorry for him.

Once his coughing subsided, you quickly spoke. “Look, I know you don’t want to see me here, and I don’t want to be here either. But Iris insisted that I come and take care of you for a bit. I couldn’t say no to her. Besides, once I make the soup, I’ll leave immediately, so you can be happy about that.” You finished your sentence with a fake smile.

Suguru’s eyes roamed over your body again. “Do you always dress like this to take care of sick people?”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic remark. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? Today was supposed to be a girls night. Thanks to Iris’s impeccable timing, she decided to call me after I’d already left home. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a chance to change my clothes.”

You made your way toward the kitchen. When you reached Suguru, you began taking out the contents of the bags.

As he watched you, Suguru said, “Do you really know how to make soup? And, oh my God… what are all these ingredients?”

“Not all of them are for the soup. I tried to buy everything a sick person might want so you wouldn’t complain that I didn’t take care of you properly.”

You had bought whatever you could find at the store. Fruits, healthy drinks, vitamins, snacks, and junk food. You probably used all the money you had on your card.

Suguru, while you were unloading the bags, spoke again, “I’ll pay you for all this. You’re a student, after all. It looks like you spent all your money at the market.”

You stopped suddenly at his words. “I don’t like money talk, and I don’t need your money. Think of this as repayment for dropping me off at home on Saturday.”

“I don’t like owing people anyth—”

“If you want to do me a favor, you can lend me some comfortable clothes. I’d really appreciate it.” After unpacking the last of the ingredients, you turned to Suguru, waiting for his response.

“Come with me,” he said, and began walking. You followed right behind him. After leaving the living room, you entered a room at the end of a not so long corridor.

“How do you live with so many dark colors around you?”

Suguru, while opening his wardrobe with sliding doors to find something for you, said, “I like it.”

Was that seriously the only explanation he was going to give? The bedroom wasn’t that big. A double bed, wardrobe, dresser, and a full length mirror. And suddenly you thought, how many women had he brought into this room before?

Damn it, you were getting lost in stupid thoughts again. It didn’t concern you at all. He could bring anyone he wanted here.

Suguru closed the wardrobe and threw a sweatshirt and sweatpants onto the bed. “I hope these fit. I couldn’t find anything smaller. Get dressed; I’ll be in the living room.” He left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You started taking off your clothes. You neatly placed the black corset top and flared jeans on the bed. After putting on the sweatpants, your hand reached for the sweatshirt. For reasons you couldn’t explain, you brought it to your nose and sniffed it. The smell of detergent filled your senses. What was I expecting, you thought to yourself. Were you hoping to catch his scent? You quickly pulled the sweatshirt over your head and left the room. If you stayed there any longer, you might start thinking even more absurd things.

When you returned to the living room, you found Suguru lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching Friends on the TV. You never thought you’d see him like this. This guy, who usually looked so tough, was now lying there defenseless and sick, watching Friends with his pink blanket (perhaps the only colorful thing in the house). Great, at least you had found one thing you both liked, besides Iris and Satoru.

When his gaze shifted from the TV to you, he said, “Looks like they fit you perfectly.”

The clothes were incredibly soft. Even though you loved dressing well, sweatshirts and sweatpants were always the best choice. You glanced down at what you were wearing. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” You approached the couch, grabbed your phone from the bag you had placed when you first arrived, and started heading toward the kitchen. As you walked away, you noticed the TV had gone silent. Suguru had paused the show and was now getting up from his comfortable spot to follow you.

Looking at the soup recipe your aunt had sent you, you asked, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t trust your cooking skills, so I’ll hel—” He sneezed mid sentence, and you burst into laughter.

“Oh my God, you are as sick as a dog. Don’t worry, I may have never made soup before, but I know one of the best chefs in the universe, and they sent me the recipe. And I’m not going to let you sneeze all over and ruin it.”

Suguru grabbed a tissue from the holder on the counter and wiped his nose. “No need to hype up Satoru so much—” His words were cut off again by another sneeze.

You shifted your gaze from the phone to his sick face. “Satoru might be a good chef, but he can’t be better than my aunt. She’s the one who sent me the recipe. Every time I was sick, she made this soup for me. Now, if you want to help, get back under your pink blanket and continue Friends from season 5, episode 25.”

Suguru, still wiping his nose, looked at you in surprise. “You like Friends?”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “Who doesn’t? Sure, everyone has different tastes, but whenever I’m feeling down and need an escape, Friends is the only thing I watch.”

“Alright, but it’s something else to know the exact season and episode of the scene I was watching.”

Raising your hands in the air, you said, “Guilty. What can I do? This is what happens when you watch it a million times from start to finish. Sometimes I just close my eyes and randomly pick a season and episode.”

“Don’t you have anything else to do? Like studying, for example?”

Raising an eyebrow as if questioning, you replied, “My GPA is 3.4, and I couldn’t care less about your suggestions.”

Your words brought a small smile to Suguru’s face. It might have been the first time he genuinely smiled at you. After shooting him a sharp glance, you started looking for a pot to boil the chicken. You turned your head to your sick enemy when you felt a large hand on your waist.

“I promise I won’t spread my illness to the food. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

Still feeling his hand on your waist, you said, “Uh, I need a pot to boil the chicken.”

As Suguru pulled a pot out from one of the upper cabinets, you still couldn’t shake off the effect of his hand resting on your waist.

It’s just a simple gesture. A simple gesture… Don’t give in to the enemy!

After telling him the other things you needed and reluctantly sending him back to the couch, you said you had to cook the soup.

When you realized it would take about an hour to boil the chicken, you started to wonder what the hell you would do in the meantime.

Does it really take that long? It wasn’t exactly a complicated recipe, but the waiting… You thought about how you should’ve read the recipe beforehand. Cooking couldn’t be this hard. Making instant noodles didn’t even take five minutes. Apparently, cooking a healthy meal requires effort and time.

Not knowing what else to do, you sat at the large dining table next to the kitchen. You could scroll through Instagram until you got bored. But that wasn’t what you really wanted to do.

Hearing the sounds from the TV, you found yourself wanting to watch the episode where Ross and Rachel get drunk in Vegas and get married.

Would Suguru let you? Most likely, the man who didn’t want you in his house wouldn’t even want you near him, and you weren’t about to ask for his permission. Scrolling through Instagram sounded more fun; you could watch a bunch of funny reels and laugh—

“You came to cook, but you’re just sitting there.”

You snapped out of your daze and turned your eyes to Suguru, who had approached the dining table.

“I didn’t know it would take this long to boil the chicken.”

Seeing the dumb expression on your face, Suguru burst into laughter. The more he laughed, the more your nerves were getting frazzled.

“And you thought you’d just sit here alone and wait?”

“Exactly. And I’m not alone.” You showed him your phone and said, “Instagram is always with me.”

“God, thank goodness I don’t have a social media account. And you’re not alone here, monkey brain. You could get off your ass and watch Friends with me.”

Yes, that was definitely what you wanted. Screw Instagram.

“Well, since you’re so insistent, I’d love to watch.” You got up from the chair and walked toward the couch. You sat on the farthest side from where Suguru was lying and looked at the paused screen. Once Suguru settled back, he started playing the show again.

“Chandler is one lucky bastard. I still don’t understand how someone like Monica ended up with him.”

As the episode played, you responded to Suguru’s words. “They’re both lucky to have each other. Chandler might be a bit weird, but no one could love Monica more than he does.”

“Wow, the love expert speaks. Does the monkey brain who constantly changes boys even know what relationships are?”

You glared at him, annoyed. Once again, he was acting as if he knew everything about everyone.

“First of all, you’d have to be an idiot not to understand their love, which makes you the idiot here. And yes, I know exactly what a relationship is, Geto.”

Your words carried both sarcasm and seriousness. You knew all too well what a relationship was. Especially when it came to ones that ended badly.

Sensing the seriousness in your tone, Suguru asked, “So you’ve been in a relationship before?”

Turning your head back to the screen, you said, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to watch the show.”

And with a deep silence, both of you focused back on the episode.

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After about an hour of boiling the chicken and following the remaining steps of the recipe, you had finally prepared the soup. During that hour, neither of you spoke; you just quietly watched the show.

“Hey, sick man, your soup’s ready!”

You poured the soup into a bowl you found and placed it on the coffee table in front of the L shaped couch. Suguru sat up and looked at the soup, which smelled really good.

“Are you sure you didn’t poison it?”

“I added plenty of my hatred for you. Feel free to enjoy no poison, though.”

Grumbling, Suguru picked up the spoon and started eating the soup. You were dying to know if he liked it. After all, you’d waited an hour for this.

You picked up your phone from where you’d left it on the couch and saw notifications from your aunt and Iris.

Aunt Mikasa: Did you manage to cook the soup without burning the house down?

Sis: Is everything okay?

While Suguru was focused on his soup, you secretly snapped a photo of him and sent it to both of them. Your aunt, who had been waiting for this moment (she had asked for a picture after all), replied immediately.

Aunt Mikasa: My son in law looks sexy even when he’s sick. Please send him my best wishes.

You smiled as you read the message. God, in her mind, you were already married to him.

You: He sends his thanks and loves your recipe.

In truth, he hadn’t said anything. But ever since you’d told your aunt there was something going on between you, lying had become a regular part of the conversation.

Sis: He looks terrible. I hope the soup helps him feel better. Thanks again, babe.

Sis: I’m almost done with my assignment. Get ready to drink tomorrow 😎

You: This is the first and last favor I’ll ever do for him. I hope he chokes on the soup!

Sis: 😡😡😡

Closing your phone as Iris switched into “protect Suguru” mode, you looked over at Suguru, who had finished his soup and was wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Did you like it?”

“I never thought I’d say this, but if there’s something you’re better at than getting into trouble, it might be making soup.”

His comment surprised you. Even though it was a backhanded compliment, he had actually thanked you. In his own way.

“I guess that means you’re thanking me. You’re welcome, but the real thanks should go to my aunt. She’s the one who sent the recipe.”

“Please send her my thanks. Aren’t you going to have some soup?”

Shaking your head, you said, “No. I’m not feeling hungry, but I wouldn’t mind having some of the chocolate I bought if that’s okay with you.”

Suguru laughed. “You don’t need to ask, brat. Eat whatever you want, and bring me some too. I’ll need it while we keep watching the show.”

You quickly grabbed the chocolates from the kitchen and returned. Placing them on the table in front of you, you said, “Hurry up and start! The part where Ross talks in a British accent is hilarious.”

Suguru resumed the show. This time, unlike the earlier viewing session, you had more conversation. You shared which scenes made you laugh the most, and Suguru chimed in, laughing along with you. For a moment, you felt like you were actually getting along. When he was sick, he was at least tolerable. As you lay on the other end of the couch, watching the show, Nobara’s words came to mind. Could enemies really fall for each other? You didn’t believe that the two of you could ever be together, but maybe, just maybe, you could have a decent friendship instead of all the hatred. Moments where you talked without fighting, laughed while watching Friends together.

Damn it. Was this the same guy you wanted to kill at one point, and now you were considering being friends with him? Maybe his sickness was contagious, and it had messed with your brain.

You snapped out of your thoughts and refocused on the show. But soon after, the heaviness in your body lulled you to sleep.

You were roused slightly when your body was lifted. Your eyes opened just a bit, and though your sense of reality was foggy, you remembered where you were.

“Geto, did I fall asleep?”

“Go back to sleep.”

After a brief journey, you were placed onto something soft. You were pretty sure you were on his bed now. As you opened your eyes a little more, you saw Suguru about to leave, and you grabbed his hand. He turned back to you, surprised by your gesture.

“No matter how much I hate you, I guess you might be the best patient I’ve ever taken care of.”

Suguru smiled as he looked at your half closed eyes and gently freed his hand from yours. As you drifted back into sleep, you felt soft fingers on your face, as if he was lightly stroking it to help you sleep more peacefully.

“Thanks for everything.”

With those final words, unsure whether they were real or a dream, you fell into a deep sleep once again.

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You woke up with a strange feeling, as if you were somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Once your eyes fully opened, you realized how right that feeling was. Because you were currently lying in Suguru Geto’s bed.

Sitting up abruptly, you tried to process everything that had happened yesterday. It was like trying to remember the night after a heavy drinking session. In fact, after making the soup, you were supposed to leave immediately. Staying over hadn’t been part of the plan. Damn it! Everything had spiraled out of control once Friends was involved.

Getting out of bed, you glanced at the clothes on the dresser. You quickly changed out of Suguru’s clothes and put on your own. You folded the clothes he’d given you and placed them neatly on the dresser. You had to get out of there as soon as possible.

When you reached the living room, you saw Suguru asleep on the couch. Trying not to wake him, you quietly grabbed your bag and phone from the table. But as your eyes found his sleeping form again, you couldn’t help but smile. And then you did the most ridiculous thing you could have ever done.

You kissed his cheek.

Realizing the absurdity of what you’d just done, you pulled back immediately. Shit, why had you done that? Did every peaceful sleeping face deserve a kiss? At least he hadn’t woken up. Muttering to yourself about what the hell you were doing, you quickly headed for the door, put on your boots and blazer, and slipped out of your enemy’s apartment.

Over the past week, all the ridiculous moments you’d shared with Suguru started flooding your mind. You used to barely talk to the guy when you saw him, and now you were kissing him on the cheek.

What would it be like to kiss him on the lips?

“What am I even saying?” you muttered aloud, only to notice people on the street staring at you.

Great. You’d just thought out loud.

Alright, now you were going to go home and forget everything that had happened. Yesterday should have ended with the soup. But it was no big deal. A little Friends marathon and waking up in your archenemy’s bed things like that could happen. After all, he hadn’t kicked you out. It had all just happened in the moment.

Thinking about how he’d slept so comfortably on the couch, despite being sick, made you even more irritated. How could he sleep so peacefully there?

“Damn it!” You pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from your bag. Smoking would definitely help. After all, it was the best way to relieve your stress.

When you got home, you took a nice shower. Then, dressed and lying in bed, you tried to focus on your upcoming plans with Iris. But when a sudden sneeze hit, you couldn’t help but hope you weren’t getting sick. Then, after sneezing seven times in a row and starting to feel cold, you realized you were coming down with something.

Great! You went over there to heal him, and he ended up making you sick.

Getting out of bed, you walked to the kitchen. You grabbed some cold medicine from one of the drawers and took it before sending a message to Iris.

You: Looks like our meetup is going to have to wait, because I think I’m getting sick too :(

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