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So Blue | Han Jisung

•Synopsis: Who can you turn to in a dire situation if not your best friend? That's what Jisung thought when he texted you. Heart racing with fear that your best friend was hurt, you rush to his side. What you find however will change everything...

•Pairings: non idol Jisung x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, friends to lovers, strong language, mention of sexual enhancement drug, light anxiety, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating

an: photos of Han used in title graphic have been edited for entertainment purposes by me and are not real. no harm is intended in the edited pictures. also please do not take any enhancement meds without talking to a doctor for your own safety. i don't condone the behavior that's written.

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The house is quiet, way too quiet when you step inside. Knowing Chan, Changbin, and Jisung for years, you know it's never this quiet when they're around and it's unsettling... Shutting the door behind you and glancing around, you see nothing out of the ordinary. So far everything looks exactly the way you left it last night after the four of you hung out. Just as you're about to walk into the kitchen, you hear Jisung start calling your name from his bedroom. Your heart races with panic and you rush towards his room, dropping your bag on the floor along the way. All kinds of awful scenarios play in your mind and when you burst into his room you half expect to find him bloody or with a broken bone, not sitting on the edge of his bed in a white sleeveless shirt and black shorts, with his legs spread sporting a massive hard-on.

"Wait, why me?" you blurt out, when Jisung explains that he needs your help. Your cheeks heat up as you steal a quick glance at the unmistakable bulge in his shorts. There's a mix of embarrassment and unexpected arousal that floods through you, leaving you flustered.

You're shocked, jaw practically hitting the floor. Who knew he was so… big? After all these years of friendship, you never thought of him in any other way except as your weird and talented friend. But now, seeing him in this state… It's making you feel things you'd rather deny and your stomach is flipping like crazy. Every now and then you notice that his cock twitches underneath his shorts as if it's alive, pulsating and drawing your eyes down to it again despite how hard you try not to stare. Kind of hard when something that size is practically waving “Hello” at you.

"I- I can't tell the guys this. They'd clown me for life," Jisung stammers, fidgeting as he looks at you from across his messy room. Plastic water bottles scattered, tissues crumpled on the floor—yeah, it's pretty clear what he's been up to before you got here.

"Well, what do you expect me to do, Han Jisung?" you retort, emphasizing his full name for dramatic effect.

"I don't know," he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders. "It's been hours. I can't even leave my room. It hurts, y/n."

When he grabs at the stiffness beneath his cotton shorts and lets out a low groan, you stop breathing. Why does this have to turn me on? He's my best friend! You mentally scold yourself, tearing your gaze away. Shit, it's hot in here. Your body feels too hot all over. It's like standing too close to a blazing fire, the heat making you squirm uncomfortably.

"Ji... we need to get you to the hospital," you say, avoiding his gaze. "You've seen those commercials."

"Please, no! I can't let anyone see me. Did you forget, your bestie Annie, who also happens to be Chan's girl, works there. If she sees me, it's game over. She'll tell him." Jisung pleads, hands clasped together, desperation evident in his wide brown eyes. Those puppy dog eyes of his always get to you.

"Dude, what were you even thinking, taking Love?" you groan, plopping down on the cozy carpet with a heavy thud, completely confused by your friend's decision to take an enhancement pill.

You remember seeing those late-night infomercials a couple of years back, pushing that blue heart-shaped pill. They call it 'Love' because of the 'L0-V3' stamped on it. Basically it's like Viagra, but it's mixed with a very low dose of THC. They advertise that it does more than just keep things up. 'Guaranteed to give you the ultimate pleasure,' they say.

Jisung shrugs, watching you with a miserable expression. “I was curious if it would make masturbating feel different, better maybe? I mean it did the first 6 times. Wah! The orgasms were fucking mind blowing y/n.” He smiles and chuckles.

"Ji, oh my god! Ugh, have mercy on my ears bro." Both of you burst into laughter, but then you notice Ji wincing in pain. Your mood quickly shifts from playful to genuine concern.

"It hurts that much?" you ask, feeling awful that he's so uncomfortable.

He nods weakly, “It's not even just my dick but my balls feel so fuckin’ heavy. Like they're literally going to rip from my body.”

You cringe inwardly, fingers pressing into your ears as he launches into yet another one of his oversharing moments. His lack of filter has always been a trademark of his, but that's just Jisung being Jisung. After being friends since grade five, it's like he's incapable of holding back anything with you. You remember the day he lost his virginity, he texted you literally right after. His excitement was evident even through the phone. As a joke you got him a cake in the shape of the letter ‘V’. That was in highschool and his habit of sharing way too much is still going strong in your twenties. Only difference is this time his oversharing is doing things to you.

The dampness between your thighs, well, that's just gotta be a coincidence, right? I mean, it's not like the sight of your long time buddy sporting a hard-on is doing anything for you. It's more than likely just the frustration of being on a three-year dry spell. Yeah, that's gotta be it. It's definitely because you haven't been fucked in a long time and not Jisung himself. You give your head a shake, dropping your hands from your ears with a wry smirk.

"Ji, we've really gotta do something… before it gets worse. You don't want it to fall off." You tell him jokingly, trying to keep the mood light but you're feeling worried all over again.

"Yeah, yeah I know. You're right, but what are we supposed to do? I've tried everything, even beatin' it 11 times, and still no luck.” He says, sounding so casual about his masturbatory activities.

You let out an embarrassed groan and fall back dramatically onto the floor, while Jisung lets out a pitiful whine. You grab your phone and start searching for home remedies but after an hour of scrolling, you're still at square one. Not a single remedy seems feasible. Leeches? Nah, no way. As if either of you would go near those slimy things. And some tea from a self-proclaimed witch sounds sketchy as hell. Plus, she's halfway across the globe. It would take forever to get here, if it even would. Jisung hasn't had any luck either. Every twenty minutes You hear him curse under his breath and run his hands through his hair. You two are running out of options, and as time passes, you start to feel more and more useless.

"Y/n," Jisung whispers your name after another forty minutes of searching, his voice hesitant.

You look up at him, doe eyed and innocently chewing your lip. “Hm? What's up, Hannie? Did you find something?” With a strained grunt he nods in response looking at you intensely.

“Fuck, shit.” He mutters under his breath, almost like he's talking to himself. “My dick... It won't go down without…”

“Ji what is it? You're freaking me out. Without what?” You scramble up onto your knees and crawl over to the bed, inching closer to him, eyes full of concern.

Jisung looks like he's in absolute agony watching you crawl over to him. His emotions are all over the place, you can practically feel the tension radiating off of him when you reach the bed. His eyes are like flames, burning far too hot when he looks at you. You can see the struggle written all over his face like he's fighting with himself.

“Y/n, you're making it harder,” Jisung breathes out, his voice husky and balling his hands into fists as he tries to keep his composure.

You sit beside him scrunching up your face and like the good friend that you are, you place a comforting hand on his knee. Jisung's breath catches in his throat and a flush creeps up his neck when you touch him making him suddenly feel lightheaded.

"What do you mean 'making it harder'? I'm here trying to help you, remember?” You say, your voice soft and tinged with hurt. The pain in your voice and eyes catches him off guard. He's stammering, suddenly aware of how his words might've come out wrong.

He didn't mean for it to sound bad. You're the last person he'd ever want to hurt. But today, everything you do just seems to set him off. He's been trying so damn hard to push his feelings aside. But it's like having you in his room, despite you being here a million times before, it's messing with his head. He can't think straight. You've always been stunning to him, and yeah, maybe he's entertained some inappropriate thoughts about you in the past, but that was only once. Maybe it's the pill messing with his head but you’re making it impossible for him to focus on anything but you.

“N- no I mean, I’m grateful you're here, really love. You're the only one who can help me. I just mean… you're making it harder. Ya know?” He stammers, licking his lips nervously. He nods down once looking down at his lap before back at you and bites his lip feeling embarrassed. Your eyes flick down to his shorts and go wide when you understand.

"What? How?!" You glance down at your outfit. His black hoodie with the paint splatters that you borrowed a few days ago, paired with simple black leggings. Nothing revealing, yet you're somehow making his cock even harder than it already was.

"You're over there moaning and then you start crawling towards me on all fours. I mean, come on, how could anyone not get turned on by that? Shit!" He chuckles nervously, feeling his heart racing. He hides his face in his hands, laughing, and murmurs something when you giggle.

"You're such a perv, Ji." You tease, still chuckling as you playfully pry his hands away from his face. "Now try that again. I'm not fluent in mumbles, sorry.”

“I said… I just read that it won't go down without intercourse. Bro, I don't exactly have a girlfriend. I'm so fucked.” He sighs, sounding completely defeated.

Your smile falters when you see just how miserable he looks. It's been a while since he was last in a relationship, that was true. Probably a little longer than you, about four years now. His last one ended when she demanded he choose between you and her. She couldn't stand the fact that you would spend the night in the spare bedroom where Jisung, Chan, and Changbin recorded their music, dreaming of making it big someday. Jisung ended things with her on the spot; he wouldn't be with someone who couldn't accept his friends. Apparently she had issues with Minho too, which was probably what really did it for him. But somehow, you can't shake off the feeling that their breakup was somehow your fault, that his single status is on your shoulders.

“I'm sorry Hannie. We'll um, we can figure something out.” You reassure him, innocently rubbing his knee.

Without thinking much, your fingers gently glide over his skin comfortingly, feeling the tenseness in his muscles. He's so stressed. It breaks your heart seeing him like this. You don't know what to do right now other than offer him comfort. There are no answers or solutions that you can think of to give him. All you can do is show him that you're in it together as always. You start rambling on about how you two are both probably freaking out for no reason and that everything will be fine soon. But as your fingers continue to move in innocent slow circles, Jisung starts shifting. It goes unnoticeable by you so you keep talking. It's all nonsense really, delving into something completely random and off topic in an attempt to distract him from the issue at hand, only Jisung isn't processing a single word you've said. He's far too focused on your hand.

The moment your hand landed on his knee he prayed you wouldn't move it, he prayed you would. He tried so hard to focus on anything other than the heat and softness of your hand on his bare skin. It's too much though and his mind starts to quickly wander. He freezes and tries to focus on your voice but it's impossible. Jisung can't stop the thoughts that his mind creates or the images that begin to come into focus. He's imagining your hand sliding up his thigh until it's slipping under his shorts. He can almost feel it happening, his sudden daydream becoming so vivid. In his mind's eye he can see you take him into your hands, feel you stroking him until he's a mess and spilling all over your fingers. He's fighting his demons and you're oblivious to it all. You just continue to talk all while the sensation of your hand is driving him up the wall. He can feel the sudden familiar tightening in his balls and he panics. He can't get control of his body, not with the drug still in his system.

His hand quickly comes down covering yours, stopping the gentle caress to his knee. His intense brown eyes look darker when they stare into yours. His lips slightly part and his breath starts coming out in uneven quiet bursts. The warmth of his hand seems to grow hotter, becoming slightly sweaty against yours and your heart starts pounding in your chest. You feel the subtle shift in his body beneath your touch and his legs tense up as he lets out a soft, involuntary grunt. Jisung's gaze burns into yours with an undeniable intensity that makes air feel thick and your cunt slick.

Is he about to?

You glance down at his shorts and his cock pulsates underneath. You stop breathing when realization hits you. He’s going to cum, right here, right now, all while holding your hand and looking at you. He's leaking so much precum it's noticeable even in the black fabric. A wicked scene flashes through your mind, of you sinking to your knees to taste him, taking his fully clothed cock into your mouth.

"Ah, shit! Mm!" Jisung's moans slip out and his breathing escalates as he starts to tremble all over. "Y/n," he pants out. Your name rolling off his tongue, making your whole body flush as his orgasm quickly builds, like you're the cause of it. "I... oh, shit. I'm... sorry, fuck. I can't... Help it. I'm cumming. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!”

His grip on your hand tightens and he takes a deep breath before letting out a long low moan. You're left speechless, eyes fixed on Jisung's face as he cums in his pants. His hips move instinctively upwards, as if he's fucking some unseen entity and you can't help but find it incredibly hot. It's possibly the sexiest thing you've ever witnessed and now you're more turned on than you were to before.

His orgasm hits him hard, and you can feel his muscles tighten when he lets go. Warmth spreads through your body and it's impossible not to miss the way his release seeps through his dark shorts. The fabric quickly becomes wetter as his seed flows out in thick, white strings. His cock, still concealed and hard beneath the dampness, slows its wild twitching and stills.

“God, I'm sorry y/n. I don't know what came over me. Your hand... It felt incredible and it just happened. It was like the pill ramped up the feeling.” He apologizes, letting go of your hand. His heavy breathing slows and cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and shame.

“It's ok Ji, I understand. You don't have to apologize. I wasn't thinking. I'll uh, get you a change of shorts.” You start to get up and head towards his dresser but he catches your wrist. He looks up at you with those brown sugar boba eyes of his making you shift.

“Tell me what you're thinking, y/n. Please? I'm going crazy thinking I'm weirding you out. Be honest with me please, lovely. Please?” He pleads with you.

You sigh and sit back down beside him and almost moan when the seam of your leggings rub against you. Seeing Jisung cum right in front of you, has your body feeling ultra sensitive. You're so on edge as if you've taken an enhancement pill yourself.

"I'm not weirded out, trust me," You confess, your voice low and filled with something more that you try to hide from him and yourself.

"Then how do you feel? You've gone quiet on me." Jisung probes, daring you to reveal your feelings.

“I feel fine Ji.” You say and look at his closet door. It's wide open and his clothes are all over the place inside like a tornado went through it.

“Bullshit y/n. I can tell when you're lying. You never look at me when you lie.”

Sighing you look him in the eyes and your mouth suddenly goes dry. He's not going to let this go until you fess up to him. He'll drill you with questions until you crack and that will probably make things more awkward than it already is. You don't really have a choice but to be transparent with him like you normally are.

“I'm,” You start, only for your words to trail off into a mumble.

“What was it you said earlier y/n? I'm not fluent in mumble?" He smirks, feeling so damn proud of himself and you roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine. Fine, okay. I'm… horny. There, satisfied?” You admit red in the face. You look away fiddling with the sleeve of Jisung's hoodie.

"What else?" His voice, steady and resolute.

Your head spins back to him, caught off guard. "What else?" you echo loudly in shock. "Isn't all that enough?" He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he knows something you don't.

"Nah, not when I can feel you holding back," Jisung teases, leaning closer. "We're always so open with each other, but right now, there's something you're not saying."

“I…” You let out a defeated and frustrated sigh. “You turned me on.” You whisper. “The sight of you cumming. The look on your face, that fucking moan, Jisung. The way your cock bobbed from inside your shorts when you… damn it. It fucking made me wet. I've been wet since I walked in here!” You're practically yelling now, breathing heavily after releasing all your pent up feelings and he just smiles and chuckles.

“That wasn't so hard was it?

“Yes,” You say with a huff. “Yes, that actually was pretty damn hard.” You go to cover your face but he stops you.

“Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I think that's a normal reaction. Sorta like watching porn.” He replies, chuckling.

“I suppose… but it doesn't really help your situation though.” You say feeling mortified.

The room goes quiet for a minute, the pair of you at a loss for words until Jisung breaks the silence.

“Maybe it can?”

You give him a look, raising an eyebrow in his direction. His cheeks flush and he raises his hands in a surrender gesture, palms facing outward, “Hear me out. It doesn't have to be weird. We'd just be helping each other out. You wouldn't be horny anymore and I wouldn't be hard and in pain. You're my only hope.”

“Are you suggesting that you and I… fuck?” You ask gesturing between you both. He groans in half pain, half pleasure at your words and your face heats again matching the blush on his cheeks.

“Please? Please let me fuck you y/n. Shit I know we're friends, it won't mean anything. You'd be literally saving my life. It's torture being like this. Every twitch, every movement I make… it fucking hurts like hell.” He begs, sounding desperate.

Jisung's question hangs in the air and you find yourself unable to respond. Silence ticks on for only a few seconds but to Jisung it feels like an hour. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration and huffs.

"Fine, then," he grumbles, breaking the silence again. "Can you at least help me get into your car so we can go to the hospital then?" His voice is rough, but there's an underlying vulnerability to it.

Still you stay quiet, his pleas echoing loudly in your mind. He's begging for your help and you can't speak. You're torn between wanting to be there for him and the fear of the aftermath. It's never a good idea to sleep with a friend. God, how many times have there been movies portraying that, only for it to go wrong? Too many, that's the answer. You're already feeling things that you wish you weren't. This could ruin your friendship with Jisung. This isn't just a peck on the lips. You'll be far closer and far more intimate than you two have ever been. So your hesitation is valid but Jisung is losing his mind and panicking more than you are right now.

“What the fuck y/n? Are you really ignoring me right now? Look, I'm sorry I asked. Just forget it and hel-”

"Promise me," You cut him off, "Promise me that we'll pretend like it never happened."

"Absolutely, yes. I promise!" he agrees eagerly, his face lighting up as he reaches for the drawer in his bedside dresser.

Curious, you watch as he rummages through the drawer's content. "What are you up to now?" you ask, sounding amused despite the fact that the little voice in your head is screaming at you.

"Looking for a condom," he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes when he looks over at you.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Dude, even if you find one, it's probably expired or dried up. When was the last time you got some ass?"

"Oh yeah right, good point—wait! It hasn't been that long!" He whines.

Laughing, you playfully cover your mouth. "Uh huh, sure. Besides, you gave your last one to Chan a while ago, remember?"

“Shit, you're right. Now what?” He pouts looking disappointed.

“Just raw I guess. Don't really have a choice. We both know we're clean and I'm on the pill.” You shrug nonchalantly like the idea is whatever to you but your heart is beating a thousand beats per second and you're internally freaking out.

Jisung swallows hard, looking nervous in your direction. “You uh, you sure?”

“Yeah let's just do it before Bin and Chan get back. Shit would be really awkward if they caught us.” Your voice betrays your false confidence, shaking as nerves wrack your body.

“Yeah, good point” He replies with a nod, suddenly looking serious.

This is serious to him. This isn't exactly how he envisioned his weekend starting. Jisung's heart pounds hard, his palms sweating as he stares at you. Amidst the anxiety he's feeling about this, he's oddly happy. He feels lucky knowing you’re here willing to cross boundaries for him. Not everyone would do something like this for a friend, but you're different. You always have his back no matter what crazy mess Jisung finds himself in.

Despite the fucked-upness of it all, Jisung can't deny the excited flutter in his stomach. The thought of having sex with a friend is enough to give anyone major anxiety but he's surprised how well you both are dealing with it. Still, fear sits at the back of his mind. What if this changes everything? What if it ruins your friendship? This is a big deal. He's seen it play out in movies and dramas all the time and not once had it turned out well. He doesn't have a lot of options though. You're quite literally his only hope like he told you.

Jisung gets up carefully, giving you full access to his bed and watches you as you strip down to nothing. Embarrassment fills you as his mouth hangs open, in complete fascination and awe. He thinks you're unstoppable, the way you're confidently undressing like that. He doesn't know you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. His eyes find your breast and he mentally marvels over how hard your nipples are. He suddenly wants nothing more than to slip the peaks into his mouth and bite down on them until they're red and you're squirming under him. Your cunt calls to him like a siren, just as pretty and just as wet. His fingers itch to trace the contours of your body, to feel your skin beneath his touch. Every inch of you seems to call out to him.

Jisung shifts uncomfortably, clearing his throat as he glances towards the door. "Um, so about the lights... Do you have a preference?”

"You decide, Ji.” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, leaning back into his sheets on your forearms.

With a nod, he walks over to the door and locks it before reaching to switch off the light, enveloping the room in darkness. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. The sun had long since disappeared, hours slipping away unnoticed in trying to find a way to help your friend. A second later, the white walls covered in music memorabilia and anime posters, glow crimson from the light of the LED Akatsuki cloud lamp you gifted him for Christmas.

“There we go.” He says lightly, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart.

Jisung's trying his best to put you at ease, and you're grateful for it, even if it's not working. You're lying there, heart pounding like a drum, with the soft red glow of his bedroom casting shadows all around. Your breath hitches, nerves tingling as you steal a glance at him by the bedside. Your fingers toy with the sheets' edge and butterflies dance wildly in your stomach. This is risky, but you're only doing it to help him out, right? Nothing more. Yet, there's something brewing beneath the surface, something you're both feeling but haven't quite put into words or even thoughts. Not right now at least.

Jisung casually strips off his tank and tosses it onto his computer chair, standing over you. Even though you've seen him shirtless a million times, it feels different this time. Probably because the setting is more intimate. You can't help but admire the way his muscles are defined, how they seem to mold perfectly to his body. Every contour, every line, down to his slender waist, captivates you. Then, as he lowers his shorts, you find yourself holding your breath, unable to look away. He's got to be a good seven inches you think. Slightly curving upwards, angry and red with the veins ridiculously prominent. You don't even stop yourself from fantasizing about how he'd feel on your tongue. The temptation to reach out and touch him is almost overwhelming, but you hold back, afraid of what it might mean.

“Do you think you can take all of me y/n?” He asks curiously and you look up at him.

His features soften in the dim light. He looks so vulnerable, so unlike the confident guy you're used to seeing. It tugs at your heart, stirring up a mix of emotions you can't quite begin to untangle.

His question, It's not a cocky one. In fact he sounds a little bit self conscious, worried even. Like he's afraid of hurting you or causing you discomfort. As much as you try to not think of him as your best friend right now as a means of psyching yourself out, you can't. He's your sweet Hannie, he's the talented genius J.One, a rap name he created when he was 16. He's your Sungie, who sat with you when you were the new kid in middle school. He needs you… needs your help. What kind of friend would turn away from a friend in need?

"I can handle it, don't worry about me, Ji. Let's just get you back to normal, okay?" You reach out your hand towards him with a subtle tremble exposing your nervousness.

"Yeah, okay, lovely. Just... let me know if you want to stop, okay? Promise?” Jisung exhales, his breath jittery with nerves waiting for your response.

“I promise. Now just relax and fuck me.” You whisper.

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”

He moves closer to you, placing his hand in yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through you. The worries and hesitations you had vanish, replaced by a strong need to take care of this for him, to ease his pain. You feel the heat emanating from his body as he positions himself between your legs, gazing down at you with wide eyes.

He chews on his bottom lip and wraps his hand around the base of his cock with a hiss. He's still sensitive from the pain and his recent orgasm but he lines himself up with the entrance to your core, noticing how your arousal glistens in the red lights.

“Do you normally get this wet y/n?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious tilting his head to one side.

You hide your face with your hands, inhaling deeply. It's like you're a virgin all over again and this is your first time. You're nervous out of your mind and he's asking you a question like that. He's just curious, sure, but... he's Jisung... Your pulse pounds in your ears, and you slowly lower your hands. His eyes meet yours, and you can see everything you're feeling reflected in them.

You swallow hard, “Honestly, no. I've never been this wet, Jisung. Not even for myself.” You tell him, keeping eye contact so he knows you aren't lying.

“Fuck, that's hot.” He whispers. His cock twitches and rubs along your folds. “Ah, shit.” He winces and moans at the contact, feeling his cock stiffen even more beyond his belief.

Your body jerks at the unexpected touch, causing you to inhale sharply. His fingers lightly graze the curve of your waist, as if he's afraid you might vanish at any moment. His eyes, intense and penetrating, hold yours captive and heat pools low in your belly. Jisung's touch sends a shiver all over your body when his fingertips slowly begin tracing delicate patterns on your skin. Suddenly it's hard to deny just how bad you want him.

“Han Jisung if you don't stop stalling and just fuck me, I'm getting dressed and calling Chan.” Your breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. That brush against you was too much and not enough. You want him. God, you want him so bad it's almost painful.

“Okay, okay sorry. I'm just nervous. Fuck, I feel like a virgin all over again.” He says voicing your earlier thoughts out loud, making you both laugh loudly.

It feels almost normal. Like you're not about to let sleep with your long time friend. Like he's just above you now because you were wrestling for the remote. But after the laughter subsides, Jisung gathers up his courage and pushes the tip of his cock inside you without any restrictions. You're so wet that he slides right in. You both let out a moan, the sound echoing off the walls of his room, enveloping you in an intimate bubble. In the dim light, the boundary between friendship and something more blurs, and you find yourself swept away by the growing need. Jisung can feel his heart beating harder in his chest as he loses himself to the sweet feeling of you around the tip of him. A growing need intensifies within him with every passing second. He's got just the head in and he wants to slam into and cum right now.

"More. Keep going," you whisper, your voice quiet and dripping with lust. He bites down hard and complies slightly hesitating. Slowly he pushes further inside of you.

Your fingers tremble as they brush against his arms as he steadily inch by inch presses forward getting deeper, drawing moans out of you that could be heard from Pluto. It takes all of Jisung's focus to slide his entire length into you. He didn't want to cum just from sticking the tip in. But with each thrust into your eager pussy, brings him closer to bursting inside you.

"Fuck.” He breathes out as he fully sinks into you, his hand laying over your stomach gently. With a soft sigh, he leans in, resting his other hand beside your head. You feel incredible and he's reminded of the only moment he fantasized about you. A distant memory flooding back, something he tried to push away ages ago.

You tagged along with him, Chan, and Binnie for a vacation to the beach one scorching summer. He couldn't help but notice the way you looked in that red bikini with the guitar pick pattern. The way it barely covered your tits and ass. The sight made him feel insane. He was thinking things about you that he hadn't ever before. He used the fact that he couldn't swim just to sit in the sand, secretly enjoying the sight of you splashing around in the water. Every splash, every droplet clinging to your skin, it was like a fantasy playing out before his eyes. He imagined plowing into you from behind in the shower, your breast pressed against the shower tiles as you took all of him. Every detail was vivid and intense in his mind. That night, while you peacefully slept beside him in the hotel room you shared, he couldn't shake the images from his mind. Unable to sleep due to the ache in his cock, he pumped himself into his fist while thoughts of you consumed his mind. Guilt filled him but he pushed it aside, chalking it up to normal hormonal desires. It had been years since he even had those thoughts, until now.

Now he's buried deep inside you, all because of a dumb decision to try those enhancement pills. All because he wanted a mind-blowing, toe curling, orgasm. But deep down, he's kinda grateful for messing up. With you beneath him, he can fuck you instead of his hand. It's been too long since he's fucked anyone. He wants to savor this moment, take his time feeling your walls flutter around him since this won't happen again. As the urge to cum fades, he eases out of you, leaving just the head of his cock inside and begins moving again, slowly, teasingly, watching your reaction with his mouth slightly agape. Slowly, he rocks in and out, feeling your tightness gripping him in a way he's never experienced before. It’s better than anything he's felt with his exes. He's in awe of how amazing you make him feel. With a forceful thrust, he drives himself deeper into you, pausing when you cry out in pleasure.

"Damn it, y/n, you feel amazing. Fuck, so good.” he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper. “Can I... Can I go faster? Please, tell me I can fuck you faster, baby. Let me make you feel even better." He begs, grunting softly and shifting his hips in a slow, teasing rhythm, forcing a needy whimper from you.

You bite your lip, a rush of pleasure flooding your body as you nod in response, too overwhelmed to speak. Your breath hitches, coming in rapid gasps, and your legs tremble around him.

“Thank you, fuck.” He withdraws with a sharp pull, then eases back in hard, making you cry out. “Stop me if I'm too rough, baby. You gotta tell me sweetie. Can you do that?”

You nod, but that's not quite what he wants. Jisung wants to hear you, no, needs to hear you. His hand moves, brushing against your skin until he finds your nipple, teasingly taking it between his fingers. Your breath catches as he pinches it gently and rolls it slowly between his thumb and index finger. He feels your body react, your walls tightening around him when you whimper softly.

"Oh!" You gasp, unable to control that blissful feeling of pleasure that runs through you. He does it again, a little harder this time. The corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky grin when you arch your back.

“Yes Ji! Fuck, I'll tell you.” Your eyes close and you grip the blankets on the bed in tight hands.

“Thank you y/n. God you're the fucking, mm! You're the best. Knew only you could help me. I knew you'd take care of me.” Jisung whispers, gripping the sheets by your head tight, his fingers curling around the fabric and sliding himself back into you. The bed creaks beneath you, echoing his movements as he fucks you harder. “Knew you'd make me feel good,” He murmurs, his voice thick with sex. "Tell me, y/n, does that feel good? Does my y/n feel good because of me? Tell me baby.”

Does he always talk like this with everyone he's been with before? You wonder and you realize he's way more experienced than you imagined. The thought makes you jealous but the feeling doesn't last. Each push of his cock inside of you pushes that green eyed demon out of your mind.

His voice, smooth like honey, drips with sweetness, coating you with each word he utters. The way he speaks to you only makes you wetter and you're craving him more. He's not holding back anymore, lost in the moment where all that matters is pleasure. Yours, his… you both need more. He's not waiting for a response; he knows you're speechless, your words stuck in your throat, your silence speaking volumes. With one hand supporting himself, he cups your breast, teasing and massaging the flesh, making you squirm under him before taking your nipple into his mouth. A low, guttural moan escapes him, reverberating through you body. You moan passionately, feeling the heat of his tongue against your skin. When he gently bites the hard peaks of your nipple your body arches into him and your left hand cradles his head.

Jisung inhales deeply, and your scent envelops him, drawing him in with its intoxicating allure. "Damn, you smell so good," Jisung murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips and his heart literally skips a beat in his chest.

He swore nothing would change, but his heart rebels against that weak promise. Every day, he'll crave you more. Every glance, every touch will only intensify the want for you. The need to have you will only grow stronger. Your hands are all over him now, leaving invisible imprints that seem to penetrate straight to his heart. He finds himself addicted to your nails grazing his skin, the way your fingers weave through his hair, pulling him in closer to you with each tug.

Feeling his body pressing against yours, every movement sends waves of pleasure through you. Your hips respond to him, moving in sync and the sensation of his cock against your sweet spot makes you gasp softly. With each grind, the warmth grows blazing inside you. Jisung pauses, his lips leaving your nipple, and gazes down at you, his tousled hair framing his face in a way that makes him look irresistible in this moment. There's a silent shift between you that makes it harder to breathe.

"Close, aren't you, y/n?" he pants, a teasing grin playing on his lips. Something inside you explodes and a surge of electricity courses through you. It's not just the impending climax that has your insides uncoiling; but from that look he gives you. It's overwhelming in the best way possible. You feel like you're free falling through the clouds.

"Almost, Ji. So close," You breathe out softly.

"Yeah, baby, me too," He murmurs, his words laced with urgency. “I need you to come first. I'm gonna pull out." You shake your head and cling to him tighter, not wanting him to stop.

"Cum inside me, Sungie. Just keep going. Harder, Ji. Right there. Fuck!" Your voice grows louder with each word.

"Are you sure, y/n?" he asks, and when you nod, he grins at you. "Gonna give you all of me, baby. Fill you up real good. Gonna make a mess." He trails off with a soft curse. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he adds, his voice becoming more raw, his desire evident in every breath. "You feel so good, y/n. So fucking good."

Jisung's hips buck wildly, thrusting faster and you scream his name, pleading with him to not stop, to not hold back, to fill you up. He's trembling, his breath coming out in ragged grunts as he pounds his cock into you, driving deeper with every thrust. Your body tenses up, and you manage to gasp out that you're about to cum just before it hits you like a tidal wave. And when it hits, fuck, it's like fireworks go off behind your eyelids. The most explosive sensation you've ever experienced.

“Gah, y/n! keep cumming, just like that. Y/n, you're gonna make me cum. So tight. Yeah, keep squeezing me with your pussy. I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming baby." He moans, his voice strained with pleasure.

You feel it deep when Jisung cums. It jets out in spurts forcefully, filling you and the sensation rips another unexpected orgasm from you. His thrusts slows to a gentle pace, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm until your muscles relax around him. With a shudder, he finally stills, collapsing onto you panting, his weight supported by his forearms. Cupping your face in his hand, he looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and longing in his eyes that makes you feel indescribable.

Your soft moans and the way you're clinging on to him, gives him a different sort of pleasure. Just knowing he's the one making you feel good, is a heady feeling, one that makes him want to hold onto this moment longer. But it's done and over now and he feels disappointed that such an amazing feeling, like being nestled inside of you, won't happen again.

Jisung's heart is pounding in his chest as he moves his face closer to you. His impulses taking over, "Can I kiss you?" he breathes out, voice shaky looking down at you.

You give a hesitant nod, feeling suddenly shy despite what just happened between you two, and he leans in to press his lips against yours. It's gentle, soft, sweeter than you expected. He doesn't use his tongue, unsure if you'd even want him to but he couldn't resist the urge to kiss you. The way you looked up at him, so pretty with those heavy lids and his cum dripping out of you… he just had to taste your lips, just once.

When he goes to pull away, you grab onto him, pulling him back and deepening the kiss. Your lips part, inviting him to explore you with his tongue, which he eagerly does. Your muscles tighten, and you realize his cock, which had been softening earlier, is now growing harder inside you. You gasp, intending to let him know it worked but before you can, he starts moving again and your gasp turns into moaning. There's no need for you two to keep having sex now that his erection can go away but you don't stop him. This time it's not just about relieving his pain or a means to an end, it's about something more. You both feel it, the change that he promised wouldn't happen, only you don't seem to care. No, you encourage Jisung to keep moving, to go deeper. You part your legs for him even more, letting him have all of you and surrender to the feelings pulsing through your body. It's all so new, these intense emotions you've developed for him.

Jisung's movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust unhurried. His cock slips out leisurely only to ease back in, a rhythm that makes you ache for more. More speed, more friction, more everything. You want to beg him to move faster, but the intensity of his stare leaves you feeling tongue-tied. In this moment, you're the epitome of beauty to him. Your unfocused gaze, your neediness, it's all so intoxicating, urging Jisung to continue his languid movements. He watches as your eyes struggle to focus, blinking several times before locking onto him once more and he loves it. It's as if each blink only deepens the desire he has for you.

He’s amazed that you're letting him continue to fuck you, even though there's no real reason to keep going. But damn, your body has him hooked already. You're spoiling him for any other girl he might end up with, unless... No, he won't let himself go there. He can't think of you as his, not after the promise he made. Still, he craves more of you in every possible way. Jisung's body trembles as he enters you, feeling your muscles tighten around him, and it brings a grin to his face knowing he can coax another orgasm out of you. He wonders how many can say they were able to make you cum multiple times. Did they take care of you like him? He thinks cockily. With a grunt that mingles with your soft moans, he thrusts harder, pushing deeper into you, feeling the tightness around his cock. It's a rhythm of in and out, urging his cock deeper, with nowhere to go.

Did any of your past hookups take their time like this? Fucking you nice and slow, or were they all just in it for a quick nut? Not Jisung, though. He could never, would never just fuck you for his own satisfaction. Your pleasure matters to him. It's what does it for him. He gets off on seeing you lose control because of him, on making you feel good. He doesn't even need to be buried deep inside your cunt to cum. He'd cum in his pants again fingering you or while you rode his face. Just the thought of you cumming on his face is enough to make him explode right now. The sounds you make, your touch, they're his undoing. That's why he came so hard earlier when all you did was caress his knee. He knows that now.

He's finding it impossible to hold back anymore, despite wanting you to cum first. He can't though, not when you gently place your hand on his cheek. That simple touch pushes him over the edge, and he pours himself into you with a raw moan, unable to control himself any longer. His legs shake, his toes curl, and he experiences an intense orgasm, far beyond what he had hoped the pill would give him. But it's not the pill—it's you. He knows it's you.

Watching Jisung cum inside you for the second time, you feel yourself reaching your own orgasm. With soft gasps, your cunt shudders around him. The look on Jisung's face when he cums is easily becoming addicting to you now. You could probably cum just by that look alone. It's like he's lost in the moment, completely taken over by pleasure. His face scrunches up, brows knitting together, round cheeks puffing out with each deep exhale.

You both lie there catching your breaths, quiet and completely still. His cock's still buried inside you, keeping you close. Your eyes lock, taking in every little detail of each other's faces while you both catch your breath. He could stay like this forever, your pussy snug around his cock, and he would've. Only if the sudden sound of the front door swinging open and Changbin shouting about pizza didn't burst that private bubble. It startles you both. So much so that Jisung jerks out of you with a loud pop and scrambling to his feet, making you squeal in surprise.

"Shit, do you think they heard that, Ji?" you whisper hastily pulling his sheets over your body. He shoots you a glance from across the room, a grin spreading across his face. He loves that post sex afterglow radiating from you. You've never looked hotter than you do right now, all sprawled out and naked in his bed.

“Nah, I think we're okay for now. They might just think we're taking a nap like we usually do after binge watching something.” He tells you. “We should probably get dressed in case though.” You nod and when you go to get out of the bed, he stops you. “Wait, lay back. It's my mess, let me clean it up. It's the least I can do for you.”

"Alright..." you murmur, settling back onto the bed with the blanket draped over your chest, your legs parting invitingly for Jisung. Your eyes drift to the ceiling, as you await his touch, but he hesitates. "Ji, what's—"

Your words catch in your throat as you feel the brush of his hair against your thighs and his mouth on you. "Oh, God, Ji. Fuck, that's not what I had in mind," You gasp out just as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He glances up at you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, his lips glistening with a mixture of your shared juices. "Do you want me to stop, baby? I've got the towel right here," he offers, his tone teasing.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, pleasure pooling low in your belly. "No, don't stop," you urge softly, your voice laced with need. "Keep going. Please.”

You collapse onto the bed, feeling his head sink between your thighs. His lips and teeth graze your inner thigh, and you bite the sheets that are tightly balled up in your hands, trying to stifle any noises that might alert Chan and Changbin. When Jisung plunges his hot tongue inside of you, eating his cum and yours from your cunt like it's a five star gourmet meal, you almost let out the most pornographic sounding moan from the twirling motion of his tongue. You grab a pillow with quick hands covering your mouth so that it muffles your moans and cries.

He makes quick work in giving you another orgasm with that wicked tongue of his. You would've gladly returned the favor too if he didn't already cum in the towel that was supposed to be used for you. His mouth stayed locked on your clit while he moaned and pumped his cock into the towel. The vibration of his lips making you forget all about that thing you keep stashed in your bedside drawer at home. Yeah, Jisung eating your pussy like he was starving definitely didn't need to happen either but you're not complaining.

After getting dressed and making sure Chan and Changbin wouldn't notice anything odd, you and Jisung joined the duo and settled in for pizza, beer, and a movie. The TV casts a soft glow as some suspenseful action movie plays, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in a different kind of fantasy world. It's like your minds are synced, both drifting away from the movie. You and Jisung steal glances at each other in the dark living room, only to quickly look away.

Countless times he's caught you looking back in the direction of his room with a blush on your cheeks. He's hard just knowing that you're thinking about what happened and he wonders if you can still feel him like he can feel you. He just wants to say fuck the movie, to grab you by your wrist and drag you back to his room and fuck you again. He was actually worried that you would go through with the promise of pretending like sleeping together didn't happen but sometimes, in this case anyway, promises can be broken.

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munsonsmixtapes · 7 months ago

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munsonsmixtapes masterlist

Anthony Bridgerton

Tired of Waiting

request: you and Anthony are convinced that you’re enemies until you’re not

Benedict Bridgerton

Paint Me series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four (18+)

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Benedict x bestie!fem!reader series

Benny

Ben

request: you tell Benedict that you don't want to have children

request: your fiancé Benedict worships your body after you struggle with some insecurity (18+)

request: You see Benedict dancing with another woman and think your courtship is over, but he assures that he loves no one but you

Tyler Owens

Save a Horse (18+)

Make it Real (18+)

Oh, Baby (18+)

request: even though you claim not to be, you are very jealous when Tyler interacts with female fans

request: you give Tyler special treatment even though it’s your birthday (18+)

request: you and Tyler can't deny the tension and sleep together at a house party-based on the song shut up and drive by rhianna (18+)

request: Tyler knows exactly how to comfort after you've had a nightmare

request: kitchen floor sex with your boyfriend Tyler (18+)

request: Tyler decides to teach you a lesson after he gets jealous seeing you hang out with Boone (18+)

request: you're the only one who's able to tie down Tylet the womanizer

Finnick Odair

request: a snippet of your life with Finnick

request: you're totally oblivious to Finnick's obvious feelings for you until he comes out and says it

Peeta Mellark

request: make out session with Peeta after he tells you that he loves you

Boone (Twisters)

request: a storm causes you and Boone to share a motel room where you have plenty of time to talk about your feelings for each other

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence

If We Have Each Other

Summer Celebration Requests

You and Steve say “I love you” for the first time during a picnic in the park

You tell your best friend Eddie that you love him on the way to a camping trip

Your best friend Eddie takes you to see your favorite band in concert where you both realize that you’re in love with each other

You’re filling in for Gareth on the drums on the Corroded Coffin. Too bad you and the lead singer hate each other. Or do you? (18+)

Steve takes you to see a horror movie despite his hatred for them just so you’ll cuddle him

You and your best friend, Eddie become members of the mile high club while on a flight (18+)

A love confession with Eddie in the rain

rockstar!Eddie and roadie!you are finally together

One thing leads to another and you make out with your enemy, mechanic!Eddie in the rain while you both wait for a tow truck to take your car to the mechanic

Eddie hates the pool, but he accompanies you anyway because he loves you so much

You and Steve are working are camp counselors for the summer, but it’s too bad that you don’t like him

Halloween requests

You and your husband Eddie Diaz take your daughter pumpkin picking

You and your friend Eddie Diaz decide to take your friendship to the next level after months of pining for each other (18+)

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #munsonsmixtapesmasterlist #masterlist #steddie #evan “buck” buckley #eddie diaz #peter parker #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #tyler owens #buddie #buddie x reader

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c0la-queen · 9 months ago

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RAGHHHHHHHHH

Could you ever so kind and provide some general dating Headcannons for all the four boys?? 🥺👉👈

Maybe some extra with red leader or someone else if you’re fine with that??? 🥺💜

Mwah mwah you have amazing work <3 /p

Oh my gods I am SO sorry that this is so late!! For some reason, Mr. Tumblr decided not to notify me about your ask?? And then I was at my bestie's house this weekend, so I haven't checked my inbox until now. Begging for your forgiveness rn Anon!!

Also literally kissing you for asking for Red Leader!! Mwah, mwah!!

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Edd

If you are dating Edd... girlie I am so sorry for your sanity.

Don't get me wrong, I love Edd! He was my first Eddsworld love, my pookie bear for real! But he's the biggest bastard of the entire gang and I stand by that.

Calls you dumb pet names to try and make you laugh. Sugar Tits (regardless of gender or lack thereof, might I add), Baby Doll, Sexy.

He WILL grab/slap your ass all the time. Even in public. Only grins when you glare at him.

This man is a horrible influence. It will be so hard to get your shit done if he has decided that you need to be spending time with him. Why worry about work or chores when you could be all cuddled up with him and Ringo on the couch?

Will sulk if you reject his attempts.

If he's trying to get shit done and you're pestering him for attention? He will drop his basket of laundry or the dishes in his hands in a millisecond.

If he's working on a commission or animation, he'll let you sit in his lap in his chair, let you sit all pretty for him while he works. When he finishes, if you've fallen asleep by then -which you usually do - then he'll carefully move you both to his bed and snuggle up to you and take a nap with you.

Speaking of cuddling, he does naturally run hot. Comes with being a big boy <3 But if you don't enjoy that, then he'll use his powers to cool down his skin for you. Anything to keep cuddling!

He also uses his powers whenever possible. Will abuse them without shame. He puts things on the highest shelf, just so you have to him for help. He'll put patches of ice on the floor under your feet, just so he can catch you before you fall (he'll never let you actually get hurt), and uses his super strength to scoop you up randomly and carry you around.

You cannot show your text messages to ANYONE. He will say filthy things, just to fluster you. Horny Bastard. Finds ways to turn even the most mundane conversations into teasing.

He'd do cute couple things with you, like painting together and swapping canvases every 5 minutes. His favorite is going to cat cafes. The cats literally love him, its like he's made of catnip with how they swarm him.

Physical affection is a huge thing with him. Even little touches throughout the day, like ruffling your hair as he passes by, or a big hug from behind while you fix food.

Overall, big teddy bear that just likes to see his darling blush.

Tom

As I've stated in previous works, Tom is a secret romantic.

He's not a traditional romantic like Matt, but he's romantic in his own way.

Likes parallel play a lot. Finds it relaxing to just sit in his room, testing new songs on his bass while you lay on his bed reading a book. Or in your room, lounging on one of your plush beanbag and organizing his Spotify playlists while you fold your laundry.

Dates with him consist of record stores, concerts, and late night walks.

He'll sing for you if you ask him to.

Very down to earth, both as a person and as a boyfriend. If you have problems, he'll listen patiently until you're done, then help you brainstorm solutions. He doesn't downplay or ignore your feelings, but he doesn't jump to emotions like others might.

He tends to sleep in late on his nights off, since he's more of a night owl than anything. You know that, so you've made it a little tradition to fix him coffee around 11. You know exactly how he takes it, and he always thanks you with a kiss on the cheek and a sleepy, mumbled "you're the best."

Very caring. He'll make sure you've eaten and had water. Will usher you to bed if he can see that you're tired, or do your chores for you if you can't do them for whatever reason. If you can't sleep, he'll make you a mug of chamomile tea and sing you a little lullaby.

When it comes to his monster tendencies, he tries to keep you away from it all. He's bitter about what he is, and he thinks that you're better off separated from that side of him.

At the start of relationship, he'd get angry if you tried to push it. He'd snap at you, distance himself, not talk to you for maybe a couple of days. Further on in the relationship, though, if you push the issue and reassure him that you love every side of him, even the monstrous one, then he'd be more willing. Willing to let you in, to let you see that part of him. He'd be nervous about it, but he'd do it because he loves you.

Matt

He is a traditional romantic! His Mama raised him right, and he drinks his Respect Juice.

Makes sure you two have date night at least once every week. Dressing up nice, going out to dinner or a play, taking a walk through the town to wind down the night. Heading back into the house, changing back into comfortable clothes. He'd wipe your makeup off for you, if you wear it.

Absolutely the kind of guy to get down on his knees in front of you and unbuckle/untie your shoes or high heels for you. He's just so devotional.

If, for whatever reason, you guys are unable to have your date night, he'll make it up to you in some way. A bouquet of your favorite flowers sitting on your bed with a little note. A passionate kiss before one of you has to leave the house. A heartfelt love letter sealed with wax.

Makes sure to text you throughout the day with sweet messages. Compliments, "I love you"s, selfies, updates on what is happening at work. Or just reminders that he's thinking of you. Misses you.

Likes to cook meals for you if its just the two of you at home. Breakfast is his forte, but he's not the worst at following a recipe.

Always amazing for advice. He'll let you talk to him while he hugs you from behind. If it's something sad, he might cry. Just the idea of you going through something negative makes him sad, too.

If he doesn't have advice for you, he'd do anything in his power to find someone who does. One of the other roommates, or even his mother, if you're comfortable with it.

Speaking of his mother, she absolutely adores you. Since Matt has such a good relationship with her, he's already told her so much about you. She thinks its wonderful that her baby has fallen in love. After a while, Matt will even bring you along to his lunches with his mother. You two hit it off instantly.

If you're okay with it, then Matt would love to show you off on his social media. He thinks you're so gorgeous, the entire world should know that he managed to land you. Its never anything invasive, and he always gets your permission before he posts things. Blocks any weird or gross comments.

Loves going on shopping dates with you. Most of the time, its at the mall or a mall in a different town, because he loves walking around and window shopping. Occasionally, he'll take you to more expensive stores. It doesn't bother him, he loves spoiling you. No matter where you two are, he'll buy you anything that you want. If you are adamant to spend your own money, he won't put up too much of a fuss, though he does prefer to pay for you.

He'll do that couples trend with you where you find nail polish that matches the other's eye color.

Gift giving is just one of his love languages in general. It makes him so happy to give his loved one things that he bought. For you specifically, he'll also throw in hand made gifts. He may not be the most talented artistically, but he'll stay awake late into the night, sitting on the floor with a YouTube tutorial playing, paper and cardboard scattered around, a pencil between his teeth, paint on his hands and smeared on his cheek. The end result may look a little crude, but he'll still present it to you with pride. And, of course, you always love it.

Tord

Tord is probably the most romantically stunted of the four. Its not that he doesn't love you, far from it really. He just grew up in an environment where love wasn't freely given, and was often limited for appearances.

His father, as the Red Leader, insisted that he keep a professional and feared image. So, Tord never saw him being affectionate with his mother.

It might be hard at first. You'll struggle. You two may fight. But you'll always make up in the end. He'll listen to you, try to understand your point of view.

He's not against physical affection, but he's able to live without it. Will indulge you whenever you ask. If he's busy, which he usually is, he'll let you drape yourself over him from behind while he sits in his chair, letting you rest your cheek on the top of his head and watch him work.

More than anything, his love language is words of affirmation. Despite being a man of few words, he'll always give you praise. He'll make sure you know that you are his, he is yours, and he loves you. Nothing will change that.

Scary dog privilege. He'll always walk just behind you in public, keeping a guiding hand on the small of your back. Stays alert of you surroundings and the people around, so that you don't have to. You don't even have to worry about people approaching you in public. One piercing glare from Tord is enough to deter anyone.

Not the best at giving advice to problems. He'll listen, but sometimes he can't quite understand why something is an issue. Doesn't invalidate your feelings on purpose, it just happens inadvertently at times. Always, ALWAYS apologizes and holds you close when he realizes what he did.

His preferred dates are nights in at home. Cuddled up on the couch with takeout watching shitty rom-coms. Cooking food that he ate growing up in Norway while you sit at the kitchen table watching. Going to the convenience store at midnight to get Ben and Jerry's in the middle of anime binges.

You become his crutch. When he's having bad paranoia on nights that are too quiet, he'll seek you out. Just having you lay in bed with him, warm and solid and breathing, always calms him down.

He will never let you meet his parents. You are one of the very few good things in his life, and he wants to keep that away from his fucked up home life. Might let you meet his little sister, but not for a long time.

Surprisingly, he does tend to talk more when its just the two of you. He allows you into his head, verbalizing his thoughts to you. He'll ramble about his projects, tell you about the history behind his culture, or rant about things that annoy him. Denies it vehemently in front of others.

He is a huge tease, second only to Edd. What's dangerous is how casual he is about it. Loves making you squirm, and he'll never even change his expression. Sometimes he won't even be looking at you, but rest assured that he is swimming in satisfaction over how flustered you are.

Red Leader

I have so many thoughts about him. Oh my lord.

This is going off the scenario where Reader is a Red Army soldier and met him through the army, after the events of The End.

I want to clarify that this is NOT following the events of TBATF!!! This is my own Red Army timeline, what I refer to in my Eddsworld bubble as "The Bad End"

There are two ways that you'd be able to catch Red Leader's attention. Either you are an extremely talented soldier that does well among your peers, enough to earn the praise of your superior officers and eventually Red Leader himself. Or, you were assigned as his personal assistant to help with paperwork and meetings, but you were so good at handling his temper and attitude that he found himself surprised.

The latter of the two is my favorite, so I'll be working under that one.

Before you, Red Leader had been through several assistants. None of them lasted more than a month. By nature, he was a moody, temperamental man. The stress of the army and oncoming war only made that worse. He saw those previous assistants as nuisances, only getting in his way. He would yell at them, berate them, drive them to the brink until they beg Paul and Pat to transfer them.

When they assigned you to him, they expected the same thing to happen. The two even made bets on how long you'd last. On your first day, Red Leader was nasty to you. Gruff and rude. But... you bit back. That took him by surprise. Instead of taking the insult and shuffling out like a puppy with its tail between its legs, you pursed your lips and gave him a stern look and talked to him in a way that nobody dared to. He should've been angry. Should have screamed at you, discharged you from the army in a heartbeat.

Instead, he found that he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed your spitfire. Not that he'd let you know. He only gave you a noncommittal hum and dismissed you with a wave of his hand. But... he kept you around. Even found excuses for you to come into his office more than necessary. His penchant for teasing came back full force. He'd poke and prod, finding ways to make you react with that fire he so loved.

It takes a long time for him to finally make a move. Probably takes a near-death experience for him, or an injury to you for him to realize that he wants this. He wants a future with you.

At first, he may seem a little cold in public. Not to the degree that his father was - he promised himself that he would never be like his father. Simply a more... professional air about the entire thing. It was more out of anxiety than anything. He didn't want to make you a target, didn't want to cause you to get hurt. As his army grows more powerful and takes over more and more countries, he grows more comfortable with PDA. He knows that when he is the most powerful man in the world, he doesn't have to worry about anyone hurting you.

He would probably treat you more like a spouse than a girlfriend/boyfriend right off the bat. He's older now, thinking more about the future than the present. He already knows that he wants to be with you forever, so why go through the formalities and hassle of dating?

Always makes time for you whenever he can. If he's in a meeting with his generals or another world leader, he'll sneak text messages to you. Doesn't give a shit if he's caught. What are they going to do to him, Red Leader?

If he's cooped up in his office all day, his door is always open to you. Loves having you drop by unannounced to bring him food or coffee. He'll let you climb into his lap while he works, or sit behind him in his chair and cling to him. Even if you're just sitting in a separate chair nearby, working on your own stuff. He's happy.

If you want to continue being a soldier, or his assistant, he'll let you. But he's also perfectly happy to have you simply be his partner and not have a care in the world. You could sit all pretty in his quarters waiting for him to get off duty, or use the time to pursue your own hobbies and interests. As long as you're happy and cared for, it's okay with him.

Spoils you rotten. You're Red Leader's, so of course you only deserve the best things. Anything in the world you want, you only have to ask for it. It's yours. He would raze entire cities just to see you smile.

He does enjoy taking you out on dates. While also spending time with you, he sees it as a way to show you off to the world. Dressing you up in the finest clothes that he got you, the prettiest jewelry that he bought. Taking you to restaurants and operas where everyone can see you hanging on his arm. It makes him puff up with pride.

When the two of you are alone, he's so adoring. Loves snuggling. It's a struggle to convince him to let you out of bed in the mornings, he'll just be clinging to you. If you do somehow manage to escape his grasp, he'll catch you around the waist and drag you back to bed. Won't stop until Paul or Pat message him to get his ass out of bed. He always grumbles about how "it's my damn army, I should get to sleep in as long as I want".

Sometimes, at night, he has pains in his right shoulder, the side where he's burned and amputated. It can range from a dull ache to excruciating pain. On nights that it hurts too much to move, you'll scramble out of bed and get his medication from his nightstand, gently coaxing him to take it. You'll hold him and comfort him until the pain subsides and he falls back asleep.

He doesn't like to talk about it, really. It feels weird, letting anyone see this part of his life. Letting you see his vulnerability. Letting you see him.

But he does.

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PHASE ONE — always trust the match maker (jamie’s version)

part two

pairing(s): jamie drysdale x fem!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x fem!reader (besties), fem!oc (georgie) x fem!reader (roommates)

genre: a smidge of angst (like talks of breakup/dates gone wrong + reader feeling like she’s not good enough for love), tons of fluff (jamie is a lovesick fool let’s be real), & comfort (in regards to hugs, etc.)

word count: 5.1k+

warning(s): trev thinking he’s cupid, bickering, trevor recruiting readers roommate into his “master plan”, mentions of familial teasing & making reader feel bad about her dating life, drinking + mentions of drinking, mentions of a party, cursing, lowkey moon!reader & sun!jamie, this is literally mostly filler lol

note(s): please remember that this is a work of fiction & nothing the characters in this work say or do is a reflection of them or what they do. i always try to make the reader as racially ambiguous as possible so please let me know if i did not achieve that in this work! :) reader’s job is also mentioned as a journalist. please ignore the numerous amount of times i say painted 😭

It was an ongoing joke between your loved ones that you had bad taste in romantic partners. It somehow always being brought up during family gatherings, giggles gracing their lips as they recalled your past failed relationships and the kinds of people you had brought home throughout the years. You knew that they never truly meant to hurt you with their words but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop and frown at their teasing everytime it happened. This was something that followed you from your hometown to your new place of residence in Anaheim, California, even during your near four years of living there. Especially when your good friend of those four years, Trevor Zegras, noticed the pattern one night and the world of your shitty past relationships were revealed to him.

( Trevor glanced at your approaching figure from the corner of his eye as you walked into his and Jamie’s small apartment, having just come back from somewhere as you paused by the doorway to take off your shoes. The man was in the kitchen making himself a bowl of cereal when he had heard the lock and door knob turn.

“What’s up?” He’d asked.

A sigh was the only thing he heard as a response, the sound of your shoes hitting the floor barely a thud on the rugged portion of the entrance, something you had insisted on getting Trevor and Jamie as you had wanted to give their dull and barely decorated apartment some life.

“Alright, I know that sigh. What’s wrong?”.

It creeped you out at first at how well Trevor knew you when you first became friends. He was able to read you like a book, as clear as day. You never met someone like that before. Who took their time in memorizing your little habits and quirks, being able to immediately clock them and check in on you if needed. You had eventually found comfort in that. It was something that you had appreciated about your friend.

“Just a bad date s’all,” you replied, eyes still downturned towards the floor as you make your way to the kitchen, laying your warm and sweaty face onto the cool granite of the counter.

Trevor had turned his body towards you the minute you sighed, concerned laced in his facial features. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you lay against the cold surface.

“A bad date? I didn’t know you went on a date tonight. What happened?” He softly asked.

Another thing you were grateful for was that Trevor wouldn’t immediately start teasing you about something if he saw you in a state like this, upset and flustered. It was something you had addressed to him very early on in your friendship and he respected that.

You briefly contemplated lying to the boy. But you told the truth anyway, deciding that this was something you needed to get off your chest.

“He was just such a…dick, to put it nicely. He was late by nearly an hour and talked about his ex the entire time. He even expected me to get the bill, which I wouldn’t have minded doing but he practically insulted me about my job saying how the only thing journalists do is gossip and shove rumors down everyone's throat. I literally couldn’t wait to leave and get back here”.

Trevor had a frown painted on his lips once you finished explaining. He didn’t know much of your dating history. Only that most of the people you dated were exes for a reason. Hearing about someone treating you like that made him sad and think how you most definitely deserved better.

The brunet didn’t respond to your explanation, only handing you his bowl of cereal and going to pour himself a new one as he lead you to the couch afterwards, eager to take your mind off of the lackluster night. )

You are forever grateful to have someone like Trevor within your life. He treated you like family and never failed to make you feel welcomed within his presence. Something that you very rarely felt with anyone.

And just as you felt a smile spread across your face at the memory of Trevor giving you his last bit of favorite cereal from that night in an effort to make you feel better, your roommate, Georgie, had pulled you out of your thoughts with the wave of her hand passing over your eyes.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)”.

You hummed out in acknowledgment, eyes shifting from their glazed over position to the figure of your roommate. She huffed in response.

“Where were you just now, babe? Wait – no. Don’t tell me. I know exactly who you were thinking of,” she smiled, bright teeth on full display as a teasing look spread across her face. “Was it a certain roommate of the Anaheim Ducks player number 11? Or a darked haired man that absolutely cannot play guitar for the life of him?”.

Her words caused you to groan out and roll your eyes, “No. I was not thinking of Jamie, for your information”.

Georgie didn’t seem to believe you, eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher whether or not you were lying to her.

The woman across from you knew of the ‘crush’ you had on the dark haired man. It seemed to be quite obvious to everyone but the man in question. Georgie had commented one too many times on the kind of look you give him when he walks into the room or the kind of smile that subconsciously spreads across your lips when he makes conversation with you, something that Jamie rarely ever does to other people. You always insisted that he must’ve felt comfortable with you to engage in talk with you, but your roommate never failed to point out that he never talks to people first and he always approached you first to talk.

( “Babe, he practically gets excited when he sees you. I mean, dude, he has the biggest smile ever and willingly makes conversation with you first. I don’t see him do that to Trevor every time he sees him”. )

But regardless of the confirmations and signs that Jamie Drysdale may like you the way you like him, you always denied it. He felt too real. Too soft to be tainted and touched by your scarred heart. Too loving to have to put up with you. With the kind of dating history you had, it was hard to believe that you weren’t a problem or a burden to others when in a relationship. Many of your exes had stupid excuses to leave you, all which left you heartbroken. It was hard to not believe the kinds of things they said after every relationship you had ended in a disaster one way or another. You completely believed that it was something you did that made them all leave and you did not want that for Jamie. You didn’t think you’d be able to do that to him nor would you be able to recover from the inevitable heartbreak that awaits you on the other side. It was better to admire him from afar you had decided.

( You did not deserve someone so soft, so loving, and so kind. He looked at the world through rose tinted glasses and you forever had cracked lenses that were barely hanging on the frame of your face. It would never work out. )

Georgie licked her lips as she saw you begin to spiral back into your own head, sighing as she let out a breathy fine and left it at that. She returned to the topic she was discussing with you before she noticed you weren’t even paying attention to the words she was speaking. She wasn’t even entirely sure you were currently listening to her as your eyes began to glaze over once again.

Maybe I should take up Z on his offer, she thought to herself, fingers beginning to twirl around a strand of hair as she continued. Getting J and (Y/N) together is something that definitely needs to happen.

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“Ah! There she is! The girl of the hour!”.

You wanted to crawl in on yourself and never come out when Trevor’s loud voice reached your ears upon entering his full and cramped apartment. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, raising the box of beers you had picked up at the last minute above your head. More cheers erupted upon your gesture.

Trevor had informed you of his ‘little’ get together approximately an hour before it was planned to start. It was nearing the beginning of the hockey season and he wanted to party and celebrate before his days were filled with hockey and nothing but hockey. He practically pleaded with you to come over when you had declined his offer, comfortably in bed with your comfort movie playing as you got ready to have an early night in. You only caved when Georgie bursted through the door and dragged you out of bed, demanding you accompany her to Trevor’s party. And that’s how you ended up nearly two hours late to his party with beer in hand as an apology with Georgie trailing behind you.

“God bless you sweets,” Trevor mumbled as he engulfed you in a hug, brushing his lips against your hairline, snatching the box of beers from your hands and setting it on the table upon pulling away.

You muttered a yeah yeah before making a beeline for the kitchen fridge, dead set on getting your usual drink. You weren’t a big drinker nor were you able to handle hard alcohol so Trevor always made sure to get you more flavored drinks so you wouldn’t feel left out on the ‘buzz’ of the party.

The cool air of the fridge felt nice on your face compared to the warm heat that began to cling onto your skin from the amount of bodies around you. But as your eyes scanned the fridge and its compartments, you realized Trevor must’ve forgotten to stock up as you couldn’t find a single drink of yours in sight. A frown quickly made its way onto your lips as you realized, already defeated.

“Some people were taking them so I hid them in my room. They might be a little warm if you still want them,” a soft and familiar voice spoke from the right of you, behind the shelter of the silver fridge door.

You slightly stilled upon hearing his voice. But that didn’t stop a smile from making its way onto your face.

“Hey, Jamie,” you spoke, gently closing the door of the fridge, fingers still lightly wrapped around the handle. “That’s nice of you to do. You didn’t have to do that y’know”.

He flashed you his infamous smile, making that warm and fuzzy feeling crawl up your stomach and settle in your chest. “I know. I wanted to. Plus, I know you would’ve given Trevor shit for it and he seems too occupied right now to make a trip to the store for more”.

A giggle left your mouth in response to the man's observation. He wasn’t wrong though. You would've definitely given Trevor shit for not putting the drinks in a safer place, making him feel bad to the point that he would be grabbing his keys and muttering a I’ll be back before exiting through the front door.

“It’s the least I could do for the amount of shit he’s put me through,” you joked, leisurely following Jamie as he led you to his room, weaving through the numerous bodies littered throughout the apartment.

You faintly heard the man chuckle, his head shaking as the fluffy ends of his hair followed the motion of his head. You found yourself smiling harder at the fact that you made Jamie Drysdale laugh, even if it was for a brief moment.

“Well, he definitely deserves it,” he responded, slightly turning towards you as he twisted the door knob of his bedroom door and opened it, revealing his half haphazardly clean room and the brightly colored alcoholic canned beverages on his night stand. “That’s all of what was left. I tried to get more but nobody would budge”.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, eyes trained on the cans. He truly did try to convince those who had the same cans in their hands if they would be willing to trade it for another kind of drink. But they all just looked at him weirdly and declined, practically chugging the liquid in front of him to put more emphasis on their decision. Jamie knew they were one of the only alcoholic drinks that you would consume on nights like these and he didn’t want you to miss out on the fun, if there was even any to start with, just because Trevor wasn’t diligent enough to hide them somewhere else.

Your heart began to swell at the sweet gesture from the boy next to you. It was probably one of the sweetest things someone has done for you in a very long time. It made the warm feeling in your chest grow and spread up into your cheeks.

“Thank you so much, Jimmy. I really appreciate it. This is more than enough, trust me,” you spoke, a gentle smile on your lips as you did so.

Jamie only nodded in reply to your words, copying your smile as he turned his head towards you and away from the condensating cans. The tips of his pale ears tinted pink.

He watched you as you made your way to his night stand and grab a can, promptly opening it before taking a sip. His blue eyes stayed on your figure as you tipped your head back to drink the beverage, lukewarm liquid filling your mouth before sliding down your throat as you swallowed. Jamie found himself copying you subconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed too. Everything about you seemed to enchant him, never able to take his eyes off of you as you did whatever or talked about whatever. There was just something about you that pulled him in. And he began to find himself addicted to it at times. Always itching for a new fix.

“You want one?” you asked, nodding your head towards the cool cans, effectively pulling Jamie out of his stupor.

“Oh, uh, no. It’s okay. I already had, like, three beers anyway. I think I’m done for the night,” he responded.

He was lying. He only had one. He was too nervous to drink. Trevor had informed him that you were going to be attending the party and he suddenly couldn’t stomach anymore alcohol. It’s not that you made him nervous in a bad way necessarily. The kinds of nerves he experienced around you was hard to put into words but the only thing he could describe it as was something akin to having an elementary school crush. Those excited nerves to see the new kid in school that you found cute. The kind that made him want to pull the flowers from the elderly lady’s garden in his neighborhood and gift them to you as a token of his love. The kind that made him see you everywhere, even in the littlest things.

You narrowed your bright eyes at him, not being able to accurately tell if he was lying. A simple nod of your head was your only response as you took another sip of your drink and sat down on his neatly made bed covers.

You stared at the pictures tapped to his wall. Pictures of his family to his idols scattered the plain white walls of his room. It made you smile that he displayed those he adored and loved on his bedroom walls. You began to wonder what it would look like if he had you on there amongst the pictures of his loved ones. But as quickly as the thought popped into your head, it went away just as fast.

“I must’ve been like, six or something in that picture,” he spoke, gently making his way towards you, pointer finger brushing up against the printed picture of him as a child surrounded by both of his parents and brother, Pre-K graduation certificate tightly grasped in both hands as he brightly and widely smiled at the camera, his freckles danced across the bridge of his nose and apples of his cheeks. “Had just graduated Pre-K. My parents made such a big deal out of it. I thought it was the best day of my life back then”.

The softness of voice managed to catch you off guard a little, seeing a side of him you never really got the chance to see.

“You look extremely proud of yourself, Drysdale. Very cute too. Your parents look proud too,” you said, tone matched in the same gentleness as his.

A grin made its way onto his face as he angled his head towards yours, eyes gleaming in something you weren’t able to recognize as he sat next to you.

“Oh, I know. Had all the older moms fawning over me and my adorably cute looks,” he joked, chuckling to himself.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as well, gently pushing the thigh pressed against yours, shaking your head to yourself. “Of course. I wouldn’t’ve expected anything less, Jamie. Bet you had all the Pre-K girls chasing after you on the blacktop too, huh?”.

“Nah, they had cooties. I couldn’t catch that!” he exclaimed in response, a hearty laugh escaping his soft lips as he gently pushed you with his shoulder, causing you to tip over a bit onto his pillow.

You had only gotten a small whiff of the smell but that was enough to make your insides twist and warmth in your body to completely engulf you. His pillow carried a small smell of his normal scent, something that made your mind entirely short circuit and mouth slightly water. You knew Jamie took well care of himself and smelled good. But getting more than just a quick sniff of it as he leaned in to listen to what you had to say while in a busy, buzzing bar or brushed past you made you slightly freeze in your tracks and just want to drown yourself in whatever he used as cologne.

Geez, get yourself together girl, the voice in your head scolded, shaking its head at your behavior and thoughts.

Jamie had opened his mouth to say something else when the door swung open, bouncing off the wall it had made contact with. A couple had stumbled into the room shortly after, lips and arms entangled with each other as they obviously wanted to find a vacant room for some privacy.

Your jaw dropped open in shock at the sight in front of you, a creeping smile beginning to spread on your lips as you tried not to laugh out loud. A couple just barged into Jamie’s room to try to have a fun time without realizing they were occupying the room.

“Uh,” Jamie coughed, springing up from his seated position to stand up, silence and awkwardness filling the air of the room as the couple halted their movements and quickly pulled away from each other.

Apologizes began spewing from their lips, blushes evident on both of their skins as they back up and out of the room, leaving the door wide open as they left in a hurry.

The laugh you were keeping in finally escaped your mouth as you doubled over, clutching your stomach as you found the entire situation hilarious.

Jamie only looked at you like a wounded puppy, frowning as he whined about the couple trying to hook up in his room and how gross that was especially since the two of you were currently in the room. But he eventually gave in and joined in on your laughing fit, just happy to have had spent some time with you before the both of you were so rudely interrupted.

( “What do you mean some couple barged into his room? Did they think it was empty?” Trevor exclaimed, the tone of it whiny. “Does that mean they didn’t do it?”.

Georgie rolled her eyes at the six foot something man. She shouldn’t’ve even agreed to this stupid plan in the first place. Getting you there was a hassle within itself and then to have Trevor’s ‘spectacular’ idea fall to shit not even an hour and a half into the two of you being there was evidence enough that Trevor Zegras was indeed not a match maker.

“I don’t know, Trev! They just came out of his room like two minutes ago. I was watching the door when I saw the couple approach it. I don’t think (Y/N) and Jamie were able to do anything. Your plan sucked, dude. Major time”.

Trevor only groaned in defeat. The first phase of his plan failed. Big time. And now he had to come up with something else to try to get his roommate and best friend together. And God knows that Trevor Zegras will do anything in his power to make it happen. )

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You didn’t know why you kept doing this to yourself. Kept going on dates with people who just simply didn’t care for you or cared for what you had to say and just wanted a quick succession for the week. It truly boggled your mind on how you managed to attract these kinds of people and had you wondering if you did anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

As you walked in the pouring rain from another horrible date, you found yourself walking the familiar path to Trevor and Jamie’s apartment. Something you always found yourself doing after a particularly hard day, or awful date in this case. It was like your legs had a mind of their own as you appeared in front of the wood door, knuckles rapping at the hard surface before you could think twice about it.

A barely audible coming! and shuffling came from the other side of the door, it swinging open once the owner of the voice finally managed to get to the wooden door.

“Hey! – Oh. What happened? Why are you soaked?”.

Jamie had stood before you, hair slightly disheveled as he probably was gaming or getting ready for a nap before you had interrupted it with your presence. A frown also made its way onto his lips, the corners of his mouth drooping. He looked legitimately concerned as to why you had shown up at his apartment at seven-thirty at night soaked to the bone with your heels in hand.

You must really look like a mess right now, you whispered to yourself in your head, mentally scolding yourself for disturbing whatever he was doing before you had shown up.

“Are you okay?” He softly asked, ushering you inside the warm apartment with the same amount of gentleness his voice carried. God, that made you want to cry on the spot.

Your wet and cold hand quickly slipped out of his warm calloused ones as you pulled it back, stepping back into the hallway, shaking your head as you went to open your mouth. “It’s not that big of a deal anyway. I don’t know why I stopped by. I’m sorry for disturbing your night”.

Your words seemed to have an effect on Jamie as his frown deepened and hand went out to grasp yours back into his own. Eyes filled with concern as he tried to decipher why you would say that.

It must’ve been a big enough deal for her to end up here, Jamie thought to himself as he knew that his and Trevor’s apartment was often a safe place for you. More like the people renting the space we’re the comfort than the home itself.

“Please,” he pleaded, “Come inside. You don’t have to tell me what happened but at least wait until the rain stops to go back home”.

When you had looked up, Jamie’s blue eyes held such concern that you wanted to comfort him, ignoring your own hurt to make him feel better. Maybe that’s why your relationships always ended badly. You put others needs and feelings before your own, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with Jamie.

You simply nodded your head to his request, allowing him to gently drag you into the warmer apartment as he took your discarded heels from your hands and dropped them onto the floor, other hand still in your own.

“I can get some of Trevor clothes for you to wear if you’d like. He’s out with Mason and the boys tonight, but he’ll be back soon,” he whispered as if he was scared you’d crack and crumble to the ground in a thousand pieces if he spoke any louder.

“Please,” you muttered, now shaking from the rain you endured only minutes prior. Droplets of water still dropped from the soaked end of your dress and hair.

Jamie mumbled a quick okay before urging you to follow him, your soft hand still grasped in his rough one before he gently dropped it to retrieve some clothes for you.

Upon entering the apartment, its warmth settled itself into your skin, causing a shiver to run through your body, dress still dripping from your walk in the rain. Wrapping your arms around your shaking torso, you shook your head at yourself and began to mumble about how stupid it was to go to Trevor and Jamie’s instead of yours. You didn’t want him seeing you like this. You felt pathetic enough already and didn’t need him judging you for your lackluster of a dating life.

“I couldn’t find anything of Trevor’s that was clean, or that didn’t look suspiciously dirty. So I hope you don’t mind wearing some of mine,” Jamie spoke up, a large sweatshirt and some gray sweatpants in hand. An awkward smile painted his lips as he nervously held out the pieces of clothing for you, heart beating rapidly in his chest as you grabbed the clothes from his grasp.

“Thank you,” you shuttered, lips a paler color as your teeth knocked themselves together.

Your eyes avoided Jamie’s as you made your way to the guest bathroom, stripping yourself of your sopping clothes and quickly changing into the dry ones of Jamie’s. Albeit him not being a very tall man, the ends of his sweater sleeves still managed to cover the entirety of your hands and engulf you in a comforting way.

The feeling of wearing Jamie’s clothes was very different from wearing Trevor’s. You never felt warm or giddy wearing Trevor’s stuff. It was always something normal between the two of you that neither of you thought twice about. But with Jamie, it felt different. A good different. Like there was more to it than just wearing his clothes. It comforted you in a way that Trevor’s wasn’t able to.

A soft knock came from the other side of the door as you wiped the remnants of your makeup away, “Do you want some hot chocolate? I could make some for you if you’d like. Warm you up a bit”.

A pang of guilt erupted within your chest, feeling bad for having Jamie do all of this for you when he didn’t even know why you had showed up at his front door upset and wet from the rain. He shouldn’t have to deal with this. With you.

Your hesitation and lack of an answer allowed Jamie to believe that you weren’t in the mood for one. But he’d make you a cup anyway. Just in case.

Minutes had passed before you exited the bathroom, hair thrown up in a towel to dry and body now warm and skin back to its original hue. Jamie was propped up against the counter, elbows on the cool surface as he hurriedly typed away on his phone, thick eyebrows drawn slightly together as he focused on the screen in front of him. You assumed he was texting Trevor and updating him on your presence in their apartment. Another pang of guilt struck.

“If you need, I can leave. Don’t want to be too much trouble,” you spoke up, nervously picking at the nail beds of your fingers from where you stood.

The dark haired man slightly jumped, surprised to have not heard you exit the bathroom. He turned to face you, placing his phone onto the counter as it continued to buzz. “No,” he spoke, “You don’t need to. I want to help you and it is not any trouble at all. You were in need and I want to be there for you”.

The words he spoke to you made you want to cry all over again. No one’s ever made it a point to you that they genuinely wanted to help you. Jamie seemed honest enough in what he said and the concern painted on his face was enough to convince you that this was alright. That it was alright for him to help you and be there for you, even if you didn’t believe it yourself.

You gently smiled, “Is the hot chocolate still an offer?”.

“When is it not,” he smiled back, reaching for the tucked away microwave in the corner, opening it to reveal a still steaming cup of hot cocoa.

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“Hey! So sorry for not getting here fast enough. Traffic was literally the worst. And Mason! Don’t get me started on – Oh”.

Trevor stopped in his tracks, jaw open in shock as he began to properly process the scene in front of him. The poor boy had to rush from the bar he was at with Mason and the others once he was sober enough to drive back. But the LA traffic had gotten the best of him and caused him to come back home more than an hour later than intended. He was utterly disheveled once he managed to unlock the door of his apartment and squeeze through the opening, apologizing for being late. When Jamie had texted him about you showing up at their door soaked and barefoot and that he probably should come back to the apartment, he nearly choked on the beer that was making its way down his throat. He read and responded to the text at seven-forty-five but had now just gotten back home, which was at nine o’clock.

“Looks like she didn’t need much of my comforting after all,” he whispered to himself as his eyes danced from you and Jamie’s intertwined bodies.

Trevor could only assume that Jamie had offered to watch your favorite comfort movie in an attempt to cheer you up, the end credits of Coraline on pause as the screen displayed the director and producer of the movie. Another thing he could most definitely assume was that halfway through the movie, you fell asleep on Jamie, which caused him to try to shift you into a more comfortable position only for you to cling onto him for his warmth, forcing yourself closer to his body heat as he gave up and just settled into the position he was currently in.

The brunet only snorted and shook his head at the two peacefully sleeping. There’s absolutely no way he was going to allow either of them to forget this moment. Even when the both of you would deny and deny the fact. Perhaps his plan was working, slowly but surely.

Now, he thought, onto phase two.

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ladykailitha · 8 months ago

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Icarus Part 4

Oops! I didn't realize this one had so many chapters done. I had been using it as my "I'm stuck on the other two stories so I work on this one to clear my head" story and I currently have five chapters backlogged. So instead of Batshit Soulmates today, you're getting two of this one. One now and one tonight.

In this chapter we have Eddie doing his research and we find out how he recognized Steve. Also Jeff&Eddie besties for life!

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

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The last few days in Hawkins went by in a blur. Eddie couldn’t do the research he wanted to, not without alerting everyone else what he was up to, so he focused on buying both their albums and listening to them nonstop.

“This that band you went to go see?” Wayne asked after three days of him having both albums on constant repeat. “The one you were whining about have to go to?”

Eddie sat up from where he laying on the floor with headphones on and took them off, resting them around his neck. He pulled one knee up and draped his arms around it casually.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Dustin has been gloating about it, so I would rather you didn’t add to the pile.”

Wayne crouched down so that they were eye level. “This about that secret you found out?”

Eddie opened his mouth to lie but Wayne just raised an eyebrow and he snapped his mouth shut with a click. He let out a low shuddering breath and then nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s about that.”

Wayne picked up the vinyl sleeve and looked at the cover. He studied the image a moment or two before he said, “You think that someone you know is in the band, don’t you?”

Eddie bit his lower lip and then sighed heavily. He knew he couldn’t keep it from Wayne, but he had hoped he would have been back in Cali before he realized it.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” he said tilting his head back, “but yeah. I think I know someone in the band.”

“You jumping to conclusions?” Wayne asked in that gruff but gentle way that was a staple of Eddie’s childhood.

Eddie looked up at Wayne and then shook his head. “I don’t know enough. Not yet.”

Wayne got to his feet with a grunt. “Good. You keep it that way. There’s probably a good reason for all that.” He waved at the vinyl sleeve. “So don’t you go pushing your friend’s buttons until you know that reason.”

Eddie nodded. “I read you loud and clear.”

Wayne ruffled Eddie’s hair and walked away, leaving Eddie with plenty of time to think.

****

Dustin was staying in Hawkins for the whole summer, so when Eddie left, he was finally on his own.

Finally able to get out of his head and do some real research. He also knew better than to do anything than listen to his own music mid-flight. Too many wandering eyes.

Any one of his fellow passengers could be some blogger, Youtuber, Tiktoker, influencer or actual fucking press.

Thankfully the flight was most empty and short.

He was met at the airport by his manager Chrissy Cunningham.

She grabbed his bag, leaving Eddie to juggle his guitar better.

“Record management has all four of you in a hotel nearby,” she told him as she stowed the bag in her trunk. “They want you sequestered this time.”

Eddie winced. It wasn’t for any music related reason, though he didn’t doubt the sequestering would help with the process.

Nope.

It was because last time Gareth and Brian went on a three day drinking bender and were too sloshed to function for at least two days after that. Almost a whole week of recording down the drain because half the band went off the rails.

“Roger that!” Eddie said with a jaunty two fingered salute.

“You can have alcohol sent to your room,” she continued as they got into the car. “But Gareth and Brian aren’t allowed. So if you share your stash, that’s on you.”

“You can count on me and Jeff not contribute to the delinquency of our bandmates,” Eddie bit out. “We were just as pissed as the label when we couldn’t get a hold of them for those five days.”

Chrissy nodded. “Fame can really do some fucked up shit to people.”

Eddie hummed his acknowledgment. “Just please tell me I’m not sharing with anyone. You know they all hate sleeping in the same room as me.”

Chrissy snorted. “Only because you stay up all hours of the night perfecting song, while they actually want to, oh I don’t know...sleep?”

Eddie cackled. He was the world’s worst insomniac when they were working on an album. The rest of the time he was a sound sleeper.

“But no,” Chrissy hummed, “you all have your own suites. With Brian and Gareth on opposite sides of the hotel so they don’t fuel each other’s vices.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “That’s great news.”

They went up to Eddie’s suite and he immediately got to unpacking. He couldn’t stand living out of his suitcase and didn’t know how anyone else could.

He ordered a couple of six packs of beer, his favorite vodka, and a couple of whiskys that should last him at least a couple of weeks. He stashed the beer in the suite provided mini-fridge and settled down to watch Youtube on the big screen TV.

He was just devouring everything he could on The Fallen. He started with their music videos. The one for “Kiss the Boys/Kiss the Girls” was especially sweet. He found out that the lead singer was bisexual and that the song was about finding love in whatever form that took. With a full verse on non-binary peeps despite the title.

But the videos weren’t helpful. The band themselves were rarely in them. So Eddie turned to interviews. Impromptu ones on red carpets and podcasts, as well as sit down interviews for talk shows and entertainment press.

Again the lead singer was charismatic and charming. And it was looking more and more like his theory was correct.

Then he came across the interview.

“How does Azrael see out of his mask?” the Vanity Fair interviewer asked.

The drummer pulled out another mask and handed it to Abbadon. It seemed like it was part of the shtick that the drummer never spoke.

Abbadon held up the mask to the light. “You can see that the eyes are a mesh-like material. It works like a one way mirror. You with the strong light, can’t see in, but Azrael with darkness of the mask can see out.”

Eddie hummed his interest. That was a cool trick. It meant that the drummer wouldn’t get hurt while still maintaining that anonymity.

And it appeared that the interview thought the same as they nodded along, impressed.

“What is the reason for the masks?”

Astraeus leaned forward into the mic. “Because when we first got started no one would take us seriously as ourselves?”

Just then the hotel door swung open and Eddie quickly pressed pause. He sighed with relief when he saw it was Jeff.

Jeff stopped in his tracks to stare at the screen. “Oh hey, The Fallen. They’re pretty cool.”

Eddie whipped his head around and glared at him.

“How do you know about them and I didn’t?”

Jeff laughed. “Dude, the radio embargo was you thing, not an everyone thing. They’re really good. I love their new single ‘You’. It’s really sweet.”

Eddie nodded, it was really good. It was one was of his favorites, too.

Jeff got closer to the TV. “Wait. Is this the ‘metal fans would hate us if they saw who we really are’ interview?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s such bullshit,” Jeff scoffed. “Metal fans are the most welcoming group of fans out there.”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip and thought about Steve. And how preppy he still dressed even this far outside of high school.

“Not if they were preps,” he said softly.

That brought Jeff up short. “What now?”

“I think Abbadon is Steve.”

Jeff started laughing and laughing like he couldn’t stop. Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled up the picture he had taken of The Fallen’s lead singer. Once Jeff had gotten control of himself, Eddie showed him the picture.

“Okay...” Jeff said. “I’m not sure what this shows other than your obsession with necks.”

“Zoom in.”

Jeff rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “Okay, so what am I looking at?”

Eddie licked his lips nervously. “You see those two moles, just under his chin?”

Jeff half shrugged. “I mean, I guess.”

“Steve has moles in the exact same place,” Eddie explained. He took the phone back from Jeff and went through his IG feed. He pulled up a picture of Steve. The angle wasn’t exact, but it was close enough.

He handed it back to Jeff. “Now zoom in on the neck.”

Jeff did as he was told.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Eddie pursed his lips and chewed on the bottom one. He played with his rings and was just fidgeting.

“Dude!” Jeff cried. “We should tell someone!”

Just then Eddie’s fidgeting hit the remote and the video began playing again.

“Is there any chance of a future reveal?” the interviewer asked.

Asmodeus leaned into the mic and said, “Ask us again in ten years when we’re world famous.”

Eddie managed to get a hold of the remote to pause it again and in the resulting silence Jeff and him shared a glance.

“Fuck, dude,” Jeff said. “We can’t say shit, can we?”

Eddie shook his head. “It would be like outing a queer person before they were ready.”

Jeff came around the sofa and flopped down next to him.

“Wow,” he said with more than a little awe. “So Steve Harrington is in a metal band...” He let out a shuddering sigh. “And is good. Not just good, but damn good.”

Eddie nodded. “Is it bad that I kinda feel like I’ve been tricked?”

Jeff let out a slow breath. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but if no one knows, that it’s not personal.”

“You mean to tell me that no one knows?” Eddie hissed, getting to feet. “Not Robin, not Dustin? Or any of the kids? Because I call bullshit!”

Jeff looked up at him. “Robin, maybe. Those two are attached at the hip. Hell, Robin could even be their slinky and sexy manager, Celeste. But Dustin, man? I wouldn’t tell that kid shit. Not if I wanted it to still be secret ten minutes later.”

Eddie fought to calm his breathing. Yeah okay. That tracked. Robin with makeup and a black wig would completely disguise her to the point that not even her own mother would recognize her if they passed on the street.

“Dustin wouldn’t–” he began but Jeff cut him off.

“This is the kid that spoiled Will’s surprise party that he was planning,” Jeff said, counting off on his fingers. “The kid that would go searching through his mom’s closets and under her bed looking for birthday and Christmas presents. The same one that announced our second album six hours before it was set to drop. I wouldn’t tell Dustin Henderson the time of day if I didn’t want everyone to know about it.”

Eddie huffed. He wanted to argue that all that was little shit. Not really that important. But then he remembered all the times where Dustin would say something out of context, something that all his friends would jump on him for, only for it to be revealed later that Dustin had spoiled some surprise. It was just that no one had realized it at the time.

This time he let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, sitting back down next to Jeff on the sofa. “And I know that if Steve had come to me and said he wanted to form a metal band, I would have laughed in his face.”

Jeff gave his knee a squeeze. “We all would have. So let’s do what we do best. We change the culture. We make the metal scene open to people of all walks of life, not just the freaks and outcasts. We make it safe for them to come out.”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “Yeah. I could do that. We could do that.”

“Good,” Jeff said, patting Eddie’s knee. “It’s not going to be easy, but we’ve never liked easy.”

Eddie laughed as Jeff got up. “So what are you doing in my room anyway? Don’t you have your own?”

Jeff opened the mini fridge and took out a can of beer. “I forgot to order beer and I hate it warm, so I thought I’d steal one of yours.”

Eddie threw a throw pillow at him, which Jeff deftly caught and lobbed back at him.

Jeff came over and kissed his cheek. “Get out of your head and do something with all that restless energy you’ve built up with this eating away at you.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, man. Thanks.”

Just as Jeff reached the door, he called out. “What would you and the boys think about inviting them to open for us on our next tour?”

Jeff grinned. “They would probably kiss you on the mouth.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Duly noted.”

****

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bitchyycapricorn · 2 years ago

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Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.6K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties

AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.

You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.

You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.

Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.

Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.

“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.

Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.

“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.

“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”

Wait what?”

You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”

Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”

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The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.

“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.

Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”

You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”

“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.

You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”

His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”

“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.

“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.

“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.

“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.

“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.

A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”

“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”

Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”

Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.

Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.

“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.

“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.

Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.

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Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.

“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.

“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.

Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”

“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.

“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”

“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.

“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.

Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”

Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.

“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.

“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.

Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”

Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”

“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”

Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”

“Others?”

“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”

“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”

“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.

“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”

Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”

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ratsoh-writes · 22 days ago

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THIS IS HALLOWEEN THIS IS HALLOWEEN!!!

Happy Halloween y’all!! Here’s a fun bonus post to see what the guys are up to!

In Goldenvalley, several farmers pooled together their empty fields to host a MASSIVE Halloween party for ebott! There’s a pumpkin patch, a huge corn maze, farmers market, haunted house, a trunk or treat in the parking lot, and when it’s late, a big after-party for the adults!

Sans: this year he’s going as fools gold. Sans is in a yellow and orange jester outfit and hands out fake gold coins to the kids. He’s a little out out that no one is getting the pun right away.

In spirit of supporting G’s sobriety, the geek squad will not be getting sloshed this Halloween. Unfortunately for every one else, a sober geek squad is a mischievous one. Somehow sans Pluto G and lens have gotten into a prank war with cricket bruiser and cash. Things are gonna get nasty real quick.

Papyrus: he lost a dare with willow earlier in the month, and his older friend/technically brother got to choose his costume. This year papyrus is orange blossom from strawberry shortcake! Ngl, paps thinks orange blossom is the best and he’s really feeling this costume. It also helps that he tricked his best friend into matching with him lol

Papyrus and Star have been stuck in the corn maze for nearly an hour now. They’re certain they’ve found the exit, but they swear the maze is moving somehow. It’s like someone angered the spirit of Halloween!

Star: he doesn’t know how, but paps convinced him to dress as strawberry shortcake. Sure the costume rocks, but Star wanted to do something a bit more adult and manly! People keep cooing at him! He’s a grown *ss monster dangit!

Oh he swears they’ve seen that scarecrow four times now! He and papyrus have been stuck in this murder maze for ages! Star keeps getting the uncomfortable feeling of recognizing something but not quite being able to place his finger on it.

Honey: naturally this nerd needs to be something dnd, so he’s going as his favorite bard character complete with a ukulele to finish the outfit!

Honey was real nervous about such a big festival, but with salt and his dnd crew by his side, he thinks he can brave it. Salt keeps stealing his ukulele thoigh to make dirty lyrics lol

Red: he’s going as doctor bones from Star Trek this year. Reds honestly shocked he hasn’t done a Trekkie outfit yet until now.

Surprising no one, red stuck to oak like glue for the whole Halloween party. His partner was feeling good today and wanted to try and stay up long enough for the after party. So red is playing guard dog making sure nothing gets in the way of oaks plans. He swears he’s already made them dodge at least three pranks. Who keeps leaving them everywhere??

Edge: he made a very handsome Hercules this year. Although edge felt a bit exposed in the toga. Rhythm had insisted though wanting to have matching Greek costumes with buddies and edge has a hard time saying no to his best friend

Edge partied hard this Halloween. After the kids went home, he got on the dance floor and just shredded it with an equally drunk rhythm. He doesn’t remember half the night but is sure it was a good time lol

Mal: naturally of course he was matching with lord and wine. It’s practically tradition at this point. This year they decided on the three fairies from sleeping beauty. Mal of course is the green one. Unfortunately due to lord and wines red eyes, they could never pull it off

Mal did hang with his two besties for most of the holiday, but he must’ve been neglecting his little brother, because at the end of the night mal found himself dragged into a prank war between the geek squad and the trouble makers. Cash was so grateful to have his observant older brother on his side

Cash: he went as a strip of bacon. Yep, bacon. Why? Cause it was 50% at the discount boutique on his street. Sue him, he’s had a busy month and forgot about needing a costume.

Cash naturally finds bruiser and cricket the second he and mal arrive in goldenvalley. And naturally, bruiser the evil… something that he is decides their first prank targets should be the foursome of sans Pluto G and lens. Cash quickly learns one should never prank a squad of geniuses.

Oak: he’s stitch from lilo and stitch this year. Technically his costume is just a onesie. Oak seems to have a lot of those.

Oak is feeling great this Halloween! He made sure to sleep in extra in the morning, have a good breakfast and lunch, and do his stretches that he hates. He’s determined this year to see the afterparty! He manages about 30 minutes into it before deciding every one is crazy and taking red home with him lol

Willow: for once he’s not a chef. Lilac and noir bullied willow into getting an actual costume this year, so he went with jack skellington from nightmare before Christmas! He looks quite handsome~

Willow was banned by his employees from working this Halloween. They’re taking care of the bakery stand, so for once he has to enjoy himself. And he does! Willow noir and lilac spend a good amount of time on the hayride gossiping. Every time someone suggested they’d get off, lilac would whine about his leg, noir about his hips and willow about his back. That shuts them up

Lilac: he’s going as Captain Hook this year, and he replaced his prosthetic with a wooden peg leg to really sell the costume. And a hook of course!

Lilac is having a grand time with noir and willow on the hayride talking sh*t. He loves his jock buddies, but he feels like he’s been neglecting his famine friends lately. Plus Jupiter went running after bruiser again and lilac just doesn’t have the energy for that today.

Rust: he needed a costume with lots of pockets and a way to keep a large gaggle of kids in sight, so rust is going as cruella deville! And he’s equipped with a bunch of spotted kiddie leashes for his “Dalmatians” lol

Rust got talked into joining a parent group with one of his coworkers, and is now with a small handful of other adults and about two dozen kids of various ages. The really young ones get the Dalmatian backpack leashes because frankly, this place is packed. It’s a fun night of trunk or treating with his daycare brats

Noir: he put actual effort into finding a costume this year, so noir is totally decked out in jewelry rocking his cool pharaoh outfit! And the best part? The “gems” are all just painted pebbles from his front yard. Genius. Every one loves them lol

He was not liking the idea of pushing through the crowds and walking everywhere, so noir was the one to suggest hogging one of the hay rides. Best idea of his life

Lord: he’s been dragged into matching with wine and mal once again. They’ve gone with the three fairies from sleeping beauty this year. Lord absolutely refuses to be the pink fairy and mal claimed green, so blue he is. He looks adorable in his dress.

Lord has a fun time in the beginning shopping with mal and wine. They do a good job at keeping people from bumping into him. However mal gets whisked away at some point, and wine decides to stir the pot by joining sans and the geek squad. So what’s poor lord to do? Wait- why’s mutt sneaking around like that?

Mutt: he’s in camouflage this year looking like a marine! In his gun holster is a few baby mice he’s saved from the stomping crowds, and in his backpack is his pet raccoon, freeloader.

Mutt has had his eye on this tall gentle looking baker skeleton for a while now. Something about the guy draws him in. So naturally he decides to stalk the other monster, or at least that’s the plan until lord is angrily dragging him away. Dammit

Wine: he’s matching with mal and lord again this year as one of the three fairies from sleeping beauty. Wine could never pull off the green one, and lord insisted on blue. But he’s totally fine with that, after all the pink fairy is the superior choice. It’s not his fault his friends don’t see that~

This Halloween party is fun and all, but severely lacking in drama. So wine is internally cheering when cash starts dragging mal away. Oh! And is that sans~ hmm a prank war sounds way more interesting than shopping. He just has to sell mutt out so lord is occupied, then he’s free to cause a bit of chaos himself~

Coffee: he’s Tom nook this Halloween. Coffee loves that landlord raccoon man! Best animal crossing character ever!

someone made a poke stop in the corn maze this year, and slim and coffee are gonna take it over! Except their electronics all bugged out once they got far enough in and now they’re lost! Coffee tried glitching through the corn stupidly and now has a cob stuck through his shoe making the walk much more unpleasant

Snipe: for once he gets to dress up instead of being on guard duty. Not wanting his face out, snipe goes with a simple outfit and a horse mask, easiest bo-Jack horseman costume ever

Snipe is on ace babysitting duty tonight. It’s fine, because he has a plan. Get his brother as sloshed as possible, then ditch and go home early. And if that doesn’t work he snuck in a tranq. Ace may hate him after but he’s taking this job seriously

Bruiser: he’s lightning McQueen this Halloween. Does he look ridiculous? Absolutely. Is he embarrassed? Not one bit. Lightning McQueen is his hero and idol and no one can say otherwise.

Of course the first thing bruise wants to do is prank some people. He’s brought fake snakes, noise machines, fading glitter spray and even a drone decorated to look like a bat lol. And he makes the wise educated decision to prank G first. That will never go wrong.

Butch: butch doesn’t have guard duty this holiday, so he’s rocking a fun costume! He’s going as Beetlejuice! The stripes in the suit remind him fondly of his mafia days lol

Butch decided to tag along with charm and Winnie and check out the haunted house! He thought it was rather mid, but his bestie and the kid tag along were shaking in their boots at the end

Boss: he for once doesn’t have a guard shift so this holiday boss is determined to party hard! And his costume is perfect for that! He wanted something easy to move in, so his outlaw costume is a perfect fit!

Boss of course started the evening by dragging Green away from some stuffy colleagues to show his friend a real good time. And by good time boss means starting a mosh pit on the dance floor with the help of pepper and sugar. Bruiser would be proud

Ace: he’s the queen of hearts from Alice in wonderland this year~ and boy does he look fine in his costume. He even did his makeup to match!

Ace is on a trial run from the royal guard where he no longer needs a “handler” to go to events. Naturally this means snipes paranoid *ss is gonna follow him around the whole time. Ace doesn’t mind though and spends the evening teasing his older brother

Slim: he uses Halloween as an excuse to cosplay. This year is no different with slim rocking a gojo cosplay. He likes the wrap around his eyes. It means he doesn’t need to wear contacts. They make his eyelights itch.

He and coffee planned to take on this poke stop in the corn maze that was advertised. Slims Pokémon go team has been undefeated for nearly six months now and he needs a challenge! However all their devices shut off after they entered the maze, and the corn looks the same no matter where they turn. He’s starting to freak out.

Charm: charm couldn’t be too skimpy this Halloween with Winnie in tow, but he refuses not to have some sort of raunchiness in his costume. So he goes as a maid! Sugar narrowed his eyes at the implications, but charms skirt was long enough so he couldn’t complain lol

Charm is watching winnie this Halloween as a favor for sugar, and cause his niece wants to do the haunted house and knows her dad won’t let her, but her uncle certainly will~ and with butch tagging along, she’s sure she’ll get to see the adult party too! lol tough luck, after midnight charm drives his niece home

Sugar: with no kid in tow this year, sugar can go all out, and he does~ sugar rocks a sexy bunny suit this Halloween. It’s pink of course, the perfect color.

Sugar naturally meets up with pepper first and together they head straight for the adult area of the festival. They’re here to have a good time and maybe bring a few pretty fellows home together~

Sparks: oh this Halloween is gonna be epic! Sparks put a lot of thought into his costume and decided to go with something a bit more refined…. Attack on Titan! Mostly he just wants an excuse to do parkour in the uniform lol

Sparks is spending the day with lush exploring the shops and trunk or treating. Lush is really grateful for his cuter friend’s presence. He would’ve been alone otherwise

Salt: he’s looking quite dashing as Prince Charming from shrek two lol. Salt thinks the character is hilarious. Plus the cherry chapstick joke is a classic.

He’s sticking with honey for the evening. His original plan was sugar and pepper, but those two are in a wild mood and while salt loves a good party, he’s in no mood to get as wrecked as they surely will lol

Lush: he was feeling lazy this month with all the work that’s been piling up, so his costume is pretty last minute. Lush went with borrowing an old costume from sparks and throwing a hoodie on it for a quick and easy Spider-Man.

He’s really grateful his best friend decided to tag along the whole night. The shops are bustling and the music is great! Although it’s depressing that so many kids are scared of him even though he picked a “friendly” costume

Pepper: he’s gorgeous as ever. This year he’s decided to knock everyone’s pants off and be Jessica rabbit from who framed Roger rabbit. Monsters everywhere are drooling over him

Pepper is of course out with sugar. After being joined by a hyped up boss and jittery green, they shred up the dance floor. Peppers hoping to take someone home tonight, and that cute Han Solo has been eyeing him for a while.. if the guy approaches him he might give him a chance~

Sir: he’s dressed as a classic king with a crown, red velvet cloak and lots of gold jewelry. In fact sir picked the theme for the whole brothel. With rumors of pranks planned for the evening, he thought it would help to keep every one close

He spends the night escorting some of his “workers” while they have fun. There’s been a rumor going around about spiked drinks. Not on sirs watch!

Weasel: he’s the fool of the royal court! With a jesters cap and jingly shoes, weasel fits the part perfectly!

Weasel is with snow and pesto and some other brothel “workers” for the festival. They’re supposed to keep an eye out for trouble. Rumors of drugs being snuck in has sir on alert. He’s a bit grumbly about technically being a guard for the evening but weasel wouldn’t dare let his family down

Butler: he’s dressed as a knight in shining armor, complete with a “fake” long sword. The sword is foam, but hidden inside connected to the handle is an actual dagger. Nice

Butler is escorting the third and final group of “workers, with the help of Flambe. Two of them brought their kids, so they plan on leaving early in the evening before the bar stands open

Gold: he’s the beautiful princess of the group! Gold went with a deep purple for his color scheme since lighter colors don’t wash him out enough lol

Gold is with sirs group having the time of his life. Sure he’s supposed to be a watch out too, but every one knows this pampered diva won’t see anything

Flambé: Flambe is the queen of the brothel, dressed in a beautiful navy blue dress and silver jewelry. He’s quite tired as he had a late shift the night before, so he’s happy to be with the group protecting the kids.

Pesto: he’s the executioner of the royal group. Pesto has the hood with the eyeholes over his head and a wicked looking fake axe.

His job is to keep weasel on task mostly, and to help guard his group. However the ladies are quite excited pesto was convinced to come out and are trying to get him to let loose a bit. They think this party will be good for him

G: he’s dressed as Rick from Rick and Morty. Every one agrees this costume is perfect for his arrogant *ss lol

G is already a bit pissy that he won’t be drinking tonight, so when bruiser threw that popping buzzer at him, he welcomed the challenge. Blame G for dragging the geek squad into this prank war

Green: he promised boss that his costume wouldn’t be something completely white this year, and green delivered. He looks quite cute in his penguin butler costume. The black feels a bit dark to him, but hey! It’s not all white!

Poor green was having a good time discussing the latest medical technology with his colleagues when boss dragged him away. Now he’s fighting for his life in a mosh pit. This is what he gets for befriending soldiers

Lens: he’s simply in a decorated black morph suit dressed as venom. He’s not very intimidating looking with how small he is, but whatever

Lens is pissed that his brother was stupid enough to try and prank G. Now he has to spend all night making sure his best friend doesn’t get hurt in his race for revenge

Cricket: he’s rocking his shadow the hedgehog costume tonight. You can blame cash for it. Cricket had also forgotten to prepare a costume and unwisely trusted his friend to snag him one.

Cricket was going to try and keep bruiser out of trouble until he heard who he wanted to prank first. Cricket never wastes an opportunity to anger lens

Pluto: oh my stars, if you guys could see his costume now you’d loose it. Pluto is adorable dressed as sapphire from Steven universe. The color and fit suits him perfectly

Ok! This prank war is actually a bit fun. Sure it’s tiring running after the trouble makers all night, but every one is laughing. Even lens cracked a smile… well it looked more like an angry grimace but close enough!

Jupiter: he’s with the fire fighters tonight, so Jupiter is in uniform tonight! He sadly lost a raffle for who had to man the party on standby.

Atlas: atlas looks very charming dressed as Han Solo from Star Wars. The best character of course!

Atlas has been popping in between different groups all night, but towards the end of the evening he can’t help but gravitate towards this absolutely gorgeous skeleton dressed as Jessica rabbit. Hopefully he can pull together his courage and talk to the guy

Orion: he has the scream mask and a black robe on. He also has a fake buzzer knife!

Orion is busy this year working in the haunted mansion. It’s a passion project between him and a few other artist friends. He took extra pleasure in scaring the heck out of charm and the kid he was with. Unfortunately that ex mafia guy barely even blinked

Helios: he and Artemis got festive this Halloween and are going as heat and snow miser from “the year without Santa clause”. Obviously Helios is heat miser. It matches his eyelights

Helios is wheeling Artemis around the festival this year. The siblings duo are mostly trick or treating but Helios is hoping to find a cool moon lamp for his room

Artemis: she’s snow miser from “the year without Santa clause”. Artemis even brought fake snow to sprinkle on kids lol. They love it!

She and Helios had the delight to run into a mum with twin babies who are also dressed as heat and snow miser! They of course got pictures with them. The mom insisted

Pop: this year he’s dressed as the cutest little.. pigeon? Pop has a pair of grey wings and a feathery sweater on. He looks ridiculous but you should see the other guy ;)

When pop ran into the corn maze with quill, the first thing he did was knock over a strange looking scarecrow. The thing started screeching about some curse of eternal wandering but he didn’t stick around the listen. He has a maze to explore!

Rhythm: he’s dressed as a satyr from Greek legend! It goes perfectly with edges her uses costume, plus he loves bouncing around

He got so sloshed the second the bars opened. Rhythms busy season of dance recitals with the kids is finally over. He’s ready to RELAX. Or party.

Tempo: he’s DJ for the afterparty dance! So tempo is decked out in a bunch of neon as a raving DJ. He’s working with the band all night

Vibrato: he’s dressed in a neon witch outfit, and he’s working the afterparty providing music for the dance going on!

Quill: he’s dressed as a bag of pop rocks! He looks so goofy waddling around in the boxy bright costume, but he’s not nearly as silly as the other guy ;)

Quill is freaking out. He’s been in this corn maze with pop for ages, and some scarecrow keeps chasing them and screaming about curses. Pop is screaming back at it certainly not helping the situation

Crow: he’s providing security for the band tonight. Crow is dressed in a professional suit with a goofy witch hat. His job is to make sure the crowd doesn’t swarm vibrato and the mettas

Roost: he’s dressed as the caterpillar from Alice in wonderland. The whole vineyard is doing that theme tonight!

Roost is out in the crowd offering taste tests of harpy’s wine. They’re hoping to use the festival as an advertising opportunity

Harpy: she’s dressed as the mad hatter from Alice and wonderland this year!

Harpy makes a wonderful scene at the wine stand. They’re serving the wine in tea cups to go with the vineyards costume theme this year. It’s a big hit!

Mango: she’s adorable in her fluffy angel costume. But papaya keeps calling her a flamingo. She might kill him

Mango is chilling with Finn for the night. They’re spending most of their time at the lake the venue is next to. They’ve found a group of hadals in the water and are having a grand time playing frisbee with them!

Papaya: he’s a basic b*tch this Halloween as a ghost. Very original. However there’s a twist! Thanks to the strange workings of sails mind, papaya is a ghost wearing fishnet leggings under the sheet.

Papaya is tagging along with sails and Jasper tonight. They entered the haunted mansion, and in their panic and attempt to escape, papayas sheet costume caught on a branch. He refuses to go back for it, so now he looks like a stripper with nothing but fishnet tights and a pair of little black shorts.

Fisher: fisher is hosting a haunted boat ride with some sailors. He’s playing as a siren calling monsters into the water, so he has a wicked seaweed wig and lots of jewelry! It’s super fun!

Jasper: he’s dressed as a monster energy can lol. He thinks he’s so funny for this!

Jasper had the fright of his life in the haunted mansion with sails and papaya. Poor papaya even lost his costume! He and sails are trying to convince the guy to go back in for it

Finn: he’s dressed as Donald Duck this Halloween! He hardly even needed to get much for the costume since he has most of the outfit in his closet already

Finn is so proud of himself for getting mango to socialize with other monsters. It seems like she’s much more open to hadal monsters. He’ll have to take note of that

Sails: he’s looking quite goofy as Patrick star from SpongeBob. And of course he has the fishnet tights to go with. He bought a two pack and gave the other pair to papaya.

Sails thinks he may be having a heart attack after that disastrous haunted mansion run. And crazy Jasper wants to go back for papayas costume? Really???

Hook: he’s helping run a haunted boat ride with some other sailors tonight! Hook is going as a zombie seaman who pops out of the water to spook the riders!

Captain: he’s running a haunted boat ride with his crew and some seashore sailors! Captain is the boat driver, dressed as an old hag!

Silex: he’s dressed as Poseidon with nothing but a trident prop. Sue him, he hates clothes lol

While most of the festival is land locked, the venue is next to a small lake accessible from the underground waterfall chambers. Silex is a bit disappointed at the lack of activities for the hadal monsters but hey, this is better than last year

Pearl: she’s dressed as Ursula from little mermaid. Her friends insisted since her tentacles are perfect for the part!

Pearl is enjoying the smattering of shops near the lake shore, but really she’s spending most of the festival planning for next year. She’s gonna try to make next years big event at Portland

Stitches: he’s going crazy! This year stitches is toy Bonnie from five nights at Freddie’s! Kids are adoring the costume and many adults are cooing over it as well. He’s soaking up the attention like a sponge lol

Stitches is dragging tinker around as they’re matching of course! They’re mostly haunting the craft stalls and exploring the shops tonight

Tinker: he’s dressed as toy chica from five nights at Freddie’s. It’s not really his style but stitches insisted on matching tonight

He really didn’t want to come. Tinker was working on a new large commission, but he can never say no to stitches. He winds up having more fun than expected when he sees a stall selling crochet patterns as well as their creations

Thistle: this year he’s working the covens stand selling color changing potions. The coven is hoping to expand the business above ground, and the Halloween festival is the best place for it. Not wanting his face on display, thistle is wearing a clown mask and colorful costume to match

Yarrow: he’s dressed as slender man lol. Yarrow thinks his figure is perfect for the costume

he’s out and about giving out free samples from the potion stand! He’s in this sort of competition right now with a bird skeleton dressed as a caterpillar . Good times

Gears: he’s dressed as Pinocchio! Gears thinks the fake wooden joints are so fun!

Gears has been tailing peaches and rancher for most of the evening. He’s enjoying catching up with the two as they’re used to house him and compass before their father bought the garden shop! It’s like a family reunion!

Compass: he’s dressed as a tree. Yep, a tree. He has fake apples on his arms too lol

He’s been hanging with peaches and rancher for the evening! Compass missed his pseudo “cousins”. It’s hard visiting when one lives in the city after all

Peaches: he’s the giant peach from James and the giant peach. His whole family is disgusted with the obvious pun lol

Peaches is seriously regretting this costume. He’s waddling every where and knocking stuff over. At some point in the night he gives up and just makes rancher carry him around lol

Rancher: he’s dressed as a giant grizzly bear because bears are strong like him! Also it’s comfy and he ripped his wrestler costume from last year lol

Rancher feels like a pack mule this Halloween when he has to carry peaches, then gears insists on being carried cause the little diva was feeling neglected, then compass was invited so as to not leave him out.

Cider: of course the family is hosting a few bar stalls around the festival. Cider is working the one in the craft stalls. He’s dressed as a scarecrow to match.

Barley: poor barley is being forced to work this party away at one of the bar stalls his family is hosting. As a small act of rebellion, he’s dressed as a hooker this Halloween

Moose: he’s dressed as Oscar the trash man from Sesame Street this year lol. Moose is enjoying the costume

Moose is a kind friend who’s keeping cider company while he runs the bar. Of course the occasional free drink is a bonus too~

Maple: he’s working in the haunted mansion as the chainsaw guy chasing people at the end. Truthfully, he isn’t supposed to be there, but nobody bothered to check if he’s an employee or not lol

Ram: he was sweet enough to take a spot at rosemarys pie stall so peaches and rancher could enjoy the festival. Plus Ram is being paid overtime! He’s dressed as a granny to really sell the look lol

Pitch: he joined ram at the pie stall mostly so he can hide behind it and read lol. Pitch is dressed as a haunted priest with fake blood running down his eye sockets

Zen: no Halloween for this skeleton. Instead zen is at the temple performing the sacrificial ritual for a good fall harvest. They’re offering an assortment of apples and squash to lady magic this year

Shield: he’s dressed in his guard uniform as one of the security detail at the festival. However shield did get to spice things up by adding a cute witch hat on top of his helmet lol

Alden: Al is dressed as Bob Ross! The greatest painter of all time!

Al is taking pictures of everything at the festival it seems. He’s seeing inspiration everywhere of course. No doubt there will be another statue soon after!

Ollivander: Ollie is dressed as professor dumbledor from Harry Potter. But every one keeps calling him Gandalf. It’s quite annoying!

Ollie is with a reluctant saga and a HYPED UP hilda. The energetic sister is dragging around her friends everywhere. Thankfully she gets distracted by arwin and Ollie and saga are able to escape lol

Hilda: she’s working her awesome Spyro costume. It takes a color changing potion every hour though so she definitely won’t be repeating it next year. That craps expensive

Hilda wants to see EVERYTHING this year! She’s dragging Ollie and saga around to each attraction, but looses them by the haunted boat ride. That’s fine though cause she’s met arwin and he’s a real party animal!

Saga: she’s dressed elegantly as an ice queen for Halloween. Saga enjoys the color palate.

Saga wouldve rather stayed at the temple to witness the harvest sacrifice, but Hilda had been begging for years for saga to just go to one Halloween festival. She’s already regretting it lol. Every one here is so undignified

Barin: he’s dressed simply as a Viking for the evening. Barin is feeling a bit shy, so after hanging with arwin for a little bit, he sneaks away for a moment alone. The corn maze seems like a good choice… thankfully for every one stuck in there, when barin tries to leave, he accidentally breaks some sort of curse? He just thought it was a shoddily done rune on this scarecrow so he fixed it up

Arwin: he’s dressed as a sexy pirate! Complete with a fake parrot on his shoulder! Super fun!

Arwin is determined to party hard and make new friends! He’s delighted when he meets hilda. This Drake monster is crazy! They do the haunted boat ride together then shred it on the dance floor when the band comes on!

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #swapfell #underfell #horrortale

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mamawasatesttube · 10 months ago

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I'm reading some of your fics and let me just say. Casual physical affection my beloved. I love the way you have YJ as such firm believers in kissing the homies good night it is so good

yeah!!!! theyre besties they love to snuggle. i am a firm believer in things such as sitting on your friends, lying your entire body down on top of your friends, making pitiful eyes at your friends until they give you a shoulder massage, giving your friends shoulder massages, taking naps in your friends laps, BODILY TACKLING YOUR FRIENDS TO THE FUCKING FLOOR, getting your hair played with and playing with your friends' hair, etc.

frankly all of core four are touch-starved little clowns jingling across the floor until they all simply collide and form a big pile. youve got kon and bart who were raised in a tube and in vr and did not get hugs for their entire [hyperaccelerated] infant-to-adolescent periods, then tim and cassie who both had loving relationships with at least one parent and then lost that via the horrors (helena sandsmark is alive but as of tt03 cassie was living separately from her for her own safety). if they dont all cling to each other they might die (real concern!!!!!!!!!)

#answers #the-dracologist #i generally reserve the tackling for one specific friend but you know.#core four

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hikikolol · 1 year ago

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*vity as your fwb*

ot9

idea from this piece (*slip up*) where in; nine of your friends take turns into pleasuring you -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

♡ park serim

he'd so be the type to call you up in the middle of the night when he's feeling a little stressed from all of the requirements given to him from his course

hard dom on days he's frustrated and soft dom on days he just wants to chill

calls you 'angel' 'babe' 'baby' with the occasional 'slut' 'cum bag' and 'cock sleeve'

dreams of the threesome you did with woobin that one time (it was the first time you squirted so much)

would literally invite you out to the gym just so he could fuck you right after

black lingerie sets him off bad

asks you to cockwarm him often when he works on his reqs

♡ ma allen

it's obvious that allen is a giver, your pleasure is his pleasure

insane fucking stroke game through and through

he calls you in once every blue moon, it's because he always waits for you to make the first move (he feels guilty that the other guys use you too much that he doesn't want to take your rest days and make it his own...unless you ask for it)

literally would make a list on his notes app on things he did that made you moan loudly so he could do it all in one go the next time you guys do it

such a SWEET FUCKING THING

one of the best aftercare fr

moan his name, it would make him lose his mind

♡ koo jungmo

would literally use his "black card" excuse to bed you when you're not in the mood

sugar daddy in the making fr

the one who started it all by asking you to suck on his dick one night when he was feeling horny and it was just the two of you in his room

you don't know why you said yes but it was mostly because his eyes were too mesmerizing

great at sex and you can't even deny it

highest sex drive amongst the rest, it surprised you the most when his stamina was so high even after three rounds (as if he doesn't almost die from running up four floors of stairs)

treats you out on dates after resting which is nice

it's the literal princess treatment

♡ seo woobin

the literal definition of soft dom

so caring before and after intercourse that you might've thought he was your actual boyfriend

sweet fucking words dripping like honey while he whispers them into your ears MY GOD

tries not to ruin you too much but can't help it on some days when he's feeling a little bit more

you still dream of the day when sweet ruby choked you while you were having sex, it was one of his rough days

he dines and he wines before he fills

makes you breakfast when you sleep over too, waffles became a staple

loses his fucking mind when he sees you in a skirt. he would literally go up behind you and starts grinding (this is when you guys are alone in the dorm, he's not big on exhibitionism)

♡ ham wonjin

it's a 50/50 with this dude, there are times where you're horny but his jokes turns you off immediatley, and there are times where his jokes made you completely wet

he's great with sloppy thrusts, those make you cum so much faster

he likes eating you out too

lingerie lover, would seriously not take them off whilst you fuck

high socks too? sign him the fuck up, he loves the visual of your flesh being so tight in long socks, it turns him on way too much

you had to remind him that periods were a thing at one point because he was trying so hard to eat you out but you kept pushing away

texts you at the ass crack of dawn to say he's at the door and to let him in so you can fuck (there are times when you left him out to go home, though)

literally goofy sex to passionate real quick

besties 5ver tho

♡ kang minhee

lazy sex? yeah, lazy sex

literally would be lounging around on his bed and you'd catch him stare at your tits until you give in and pull your shirt up yourself

can't deny this man of tits, could literally spend hours fucking them

wearing a low cut shirt will be the death of him (cue dragging you into his room for a quick fuck)

sleeping on his bed would most probably end up with sleepy sex as he grinds his hips onto you while you try to sleep

you can never say no to minhee, honestly, because once he uses that eye smile that lifts up his freckled cheeks oh you're done

aftercare consists of him wiping you down then throwing it at a random corner of his room to lay down with you...falling asleep right away (one time you had to put his brief and boxers on for him while he slept)

sugar daddy in the making

♡ song hyeongjun

an absolute switch, one day he likes being on top then the other he's a complete bottom

his whimpers makes you lose your mind, gets louder the nearer he is to cumming too

he texts you in the middle of the night to tell you that he touched himself to the thought of you, in a very shy cute way that had you running to his doorstep

drives you insane with his thrusts, insane stroke game pt. 2

high stamina = hours on end

skirt kink pt. 2

most fav position is when you ride him though, best position for switch me thinks. one minute, you control the speed and the next, he has you slightly lifted up so that he could ram himself into you (cue screams)

luvs luvs luvs when you call him 'puppy' but will never say that out loud

♡ kim taeyoung

has an ego taller that the tallest building fr

pretty chill but can totally be evil, he starts up most of the threesomes...

absolutely gets a kick at seeing you fucked out, and maybe being fucked by someone else while he's in the room

flirts nonstop to get your attention

something you found cute though is when he kind of gets shy after cumming, the shy smile that creeps up to his face when he reaches out for something to wipe you with looks so ethreal

loves to look at you while he fucks, it's either staring at your fucked out face or his point of view when his cock disappears into your cunt, he feels like it's straight out of a porn video

after all that shy shenanigans though, he never fails to pull up his digi cam to take a picture of you being a mess (all with consent of course)

♡ ahn seongmin

the first time you had sex, you were expecting him to learn quickly but you never expected him to make you moan so loud

seriously has the most sub energy but is surprisingly a switch, you loved it when he put your legs up to ram into you (made you cum embarrassingly fast)

tries not to overthink too much when he's pleasuring you so that he could enjoy it himself, forgets that thought the moment you moan out his name though

he knows the a to z of aftercare, went as far as to put on a face mask and pampered you all night

likes to do it in private, meaning, if there are other people in the dorm, you can forget about it

would like to learn how to eat you out next

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- surprise!! came earlier than expected lmaoo i had way too much motivation to write today so here you goo hihihi hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

#cravity smut #serim smut #allen smut #jungmo smut #woobin smut #wonjin smut #minhee smut #hyeongjun smut #taeyoung smut #seongmin smut #cravity hard hours #hikikolol-vityy

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howlingday · 1 year ago

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tragic backstory (tm) au) ozpin finally gets to show up merlin as the wizard mentor to a inspiring king who is also a symbol of hope. granted jaune has no real authority since the council does everything nor does he wish to take over but ozpin knows exactly what jaune needs.... no not actual training in the basics of combat to act a a foundation to his greater feats, that's rediculous! no he needs PHENOMENAL ACTING TALENT!!!!!!!

time for everyone's favorite cinnomin role to come back and help jaune decide on a persona and how to play it!

Original Cin-Cin

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Ozpin: How was your mission, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Uh, great! Really great! Definitely didn't say or do anything wrong.

Ozpin: I'm glad to hear it, since Springtime's current headmaster is a dear friend of mine.

Jaune: O-Oh, really?

Ozpin: Yes. In fact, I was just in contact with him recently, and he said-

Jaune: (On the floor) I'm sorry! I didn't know that the microphone was on!

Ozpin: ...You caved much faster than I thought. Is that really how a king should present himself?

Jaune: Again with the king stuff? (Stands up) Sooner or later, people are going to figure out I'm not a king.

Ozpin: Indeed. Just someone who got extremely lucky and famous.

Jaune: More unlucky...

Ozpin: And infamous. As I recall, that was how you referred to yourself when being introduced.

Jaune: Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I did do that.

Ozpin: Indeed you did, and it was enough to get people talking. To get people thinking. Everyone now knows who you are, or has at least heard of you.

Jaune: Yeah. And now my family's getting harassed every day and I can't do a thing about it.

Ozpin: Sadly, no. It is one of the many flaws of being famous, and infamous. But the people need leadership, Mr. Arc. As the adage goes, sometimes you have to fake it until you make it.

Jaune: What about after I make it?

Ozpin: Then you'll be on your own, in a way. You'll be in a position where your faking no longer applies, and you'll have friends you can rely on to help you however they can.

Jaune: So I just have to keep pretending I'm someone I'm not? Just this... fake king guy?

Ozpin: Well, if you'd like, I can assign you a... shall we say "outsourced tutor" to help you build your confidence?

Jaune: An outsourced tutor? What do you mean?

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Yang: You sure you don't want to come down and see Cin-Cin?

Blake: I'm sure. From what Jaune's told us, she's still nervous around Faunus, so I'd prefer to not do anything that would upset her while she's visiting.

Yang: Alright. I'll try to record as much as their sibling bonding as I can. Just for you.

Blake: (Smiles) Thank you.

Weiss: Ruby, what do you think? Blue earrings, yes or no?

Ruby: Wow... You're asking for my opinion?!

Weiss: Don't make me regret asking you.

Ruby: No, no! You can trust me! Um, uh, well, uh...

Nora: I dunno why you're so concerned about her. Doesn't she already not like you?

Weiss: Which is exactly why I'm trying to show her my better qualities!

Emerald: But wasn't one of the reasons she doesn't like you is how superficial you are?

Weiss: ...

Weiss: (Crouches in a corner) I just can't win, can I?

Ruby: Ah! B-Bestie!

Ren: Nora, are you upsetting Weiss again?

Nora: Maaaaaybe?

Mercury: Nice goin', Em. Brutal honesty wins again.

Emerald: Was it really that brutal? I was just asking a question.

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Jaune: So it's just the four of us, huh?

Yang: Almost like we're our own team, huh?

Ruby: What would we be called? R-Y-P-J? Rip J? Uh, R-P-Y-J, Rippage? R-J-Y... Uh, what was the other one?

Yang: P.

Pyrrha: ...Were you talking to me?

Yang: Nah, I was answering Ruby. Also, pretty bold of you to assume you'd be the leader, Rubes.

Ruby: Why not? I like being a team leader.

Jaune: That makes one of us. I was already barely scraping by as a team leader, and now I have an even bigger team to take care of.

Yang: He said, already months into his role as super leader of his own super harem team.

Ruby: Yang!

Yang: I'm kidding! ...Mostly.

Jaune: What are you- Oh! There she is! Cin-Cin! Over here!

Cin-Cin: ...Hi, Jaune.

Jaune: Hi.

Ruby: ...So, was the, uh, flight okay?

Cin-Cin: It was fine. Can we hurry up and go to the headmaster?

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure.

Cin-Cin: (Walks ahead)

Jaune: (Following behind)

Yang: Wow, she's...

Ruby: Kinda mean?

Pyrrha: Distant?

Yang: I was going to say, "she's not happy to be here," but I guess those work, too.

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Velvet: (Reading)

Fox: Hey, Velvet?

Velvet: Hm? What's up, Fox?

Fox: Uh, just wondering, but are you and Cardin... y'know?

Velvet: (Blushing) W-What do you mean?

Fox: Well, it's just, you and him are getting along and actually talking to each other, so I was wondering...

Velvet: We're just friends, Fox.

Fox: Oh, okay. Just friends. That's good. Good, good, good.

Velvet: ...Is there something wrong with us being friends?

Fox: No, no, it's great, but, uh...

Velvet: ...Did Yatsuhashi put you up to this?

Fox: ...No?

Velvet: Coco?

Coco: He did, Bun-Bun.

Velvet: (Sighs) Why is he so against me and Cardin being friends?

Coco: You mean besides the obvious?

Velvet: He's changed since his first year!

Coco: Which ended a few months ago.

Velvet: (Pouts)

Coco: (Sighs) Fox, could you give us the room, please? And tell Yats I wanna talk to him, too.

Fox: Sure. (Walks out)

Coco: Velvet, listen, I know you like the guy- And before you start, yes, I know it's more than just being friends, but you can't expect your closest friends, us, forget about all the crap him and his cronies put you through. The teasing, the ear-pulling, (Lowers glasses) the comments?

Velvet: I... I didn't forget, but...

Coco: We're all just worried about you, okay, Bun-Bun?

Velvet: ...Okay. But can I please stop having you all mother hen me?

Coco: Only if you stop making us worry. Oh, and don't forget our trip to the mall coming up this weekend.

Velvet: I won't.

Coco: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got me a gentle giant to talk to.

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Cin-Cin: Again. Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc.

Cin-Cin: Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the new king of Vale.

Cin-Cin: Who?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the King of Vale. I am the hero of Mallet.

Cin-Cin: I don't know who you are, but you're not convincing anyone. Who are you?

Jaune: My name- Cin-Cin, do we have to-

Cin-Cin: Stop! If you want people to believe you, you have to believe it yourself. And if you want to believe it yourself, then you have to know what you're talking about. So who are you?

Jaune: Who am I? I'm Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc family and the older brother of Cinnamon Arc. That's who I am.

Cin-Cin: (Turns away, Facepalms) I can't believe you said that with a straight face.

Jaune: (Thinking) Ugh, I probably sounded lame to her.

Cin-Cin: (Covering her cherry face, Thinking) He sounded so cool and confident!.

Pyrrha: Do you think it's going well?

Weiss: Hard to tell... Then again, this is Jaune we're talking about.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Weiss: Ever since we learned about his past, he's been adamant about denying it, and yet everything he does contradicts what he says. And that's not including the specifics on what he does.

Weiss: One evening, he's embarrassing the Schnee Dust Company, and the next day, he's besting the leader of the White Fang, only to then go on to lead an amalgamation of two huntsmen teams with no confidence, and emerge from the first joint mission with a massive internationally observed Grimm kill near single-handedly! Nothing about him makes any sense!

Pyrrha: Well, for as long as I've known Jaune, I've found the easiest answer is the most simple one.

Weiss: And that is?

Pyrrha: He's just Jaune being Jaune.

Weiss: Hm... (Looks to Ruby)

Ruby: You can do it, Jaune! Here, try this! (Pulls out paper crown) It's not real, but it'll get you in the right mind thing!

Weiss: I think... I know what you mean.

#rwby #jaune's tragic backstory (tm)#jaune's tragic backstory (tm) au #rwby au #jaune arc #ozpin #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #mercury black #emerald sustrai #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #fox alistair

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thevegandarkelf · 2 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Four

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Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, description of nightmares, mention of being held at gunpoint, allusion to drugging, mentions of blood, medical stuff (changing the dressing on a wound)

Word count: 2k

I was finally able to open my eyes ever so slightly. My eyelids felt like lead. Where was I? Why was I so groggy? Had I been drugged? Eventually, I was able to open my eyes all the way. My vision was fuzzy, and it took a minute to clear. Before it did, a gun was forced into my mouth. It tasted of metal and gunpowder. There were a few moments before I was able to piece together what was going on, and before my vision could fully clear, I screamed.

I hit the floor with a loud thud, scaring myself awake. I scrambled up into a sitting position next to the bed, taking in my surroundings. I was still in the bedroom in Alexandria. I was safe. It had all just been a terrible dream.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I had screamed in real life, but that was confirmed when my door opened. I poked my head up over the bed to see him standing there.

“The hell was that?” a half-asleep Daryl asked me, sounding frustrated that he had been startled awake. God, his tired voice was even more attractive. I tried my hardest to keep myself from blushing, both from the sound of his voice and from embarrassment. Thankfully, it was dark outside by this point, so I don’t think he could tell.

“I umm, just fell out of bed. Sorry to scare you,” I replied. I propped myself up into a squat and stood up.

“Well don’t do it again,” he told me, “scare the shit outta everyone with how loud ya was.” He turned and started to walk away.

“I’ll try not to,” I said, “sorry again.” With that, he shut the door behind him. I sat back on the bed, laying down and staring up at the ceiling.

“Fuck. Way to make an impression,” I whispered to myself.

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The following morning, I rolled myself out of bed and looked out the window. The sun was just coming up, and I figured most people were still asleep. Despite my nightmare, I felt rested for the first time in months. I looked over and noticed a piece of paper sitting on the dresser with a small basket next to it. In the basket were all of my clothes and some extra, minus the plaid shirt I had used to wrap Aaron’s leg. The note read “Didn’t wanna wake you. Dinner’s in the fridge.” I figured it was from Maggie. I was going to have to do something nice for her and everyone here for welcoming me in so warmly.

I realized I was absolutely ravenous, so I dug through the small basket of clothes for a pair of my underwear and put them on, tossing my shorts back on before going downstairs. The floor was cold, and it creaked slightly under my feet. I tried to walk slowly to make sure I didn’t wake Daryl.

In the kitchen, I saw a coffee pot and grounds on the counter. I hadn’t had coffee since this whole thing started, and I missed the sweet rush of caffeine in the morning. I opened the fridge to see a plate it in with a note that read “Vector” on it. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but I didn’t care. I was just happy to have food that wasn’t freeze-dried. The first bite was pure ecstasy. I almost cried.

I managed to figure out how to work the coffee pot and got it going. I cracked open the kitchen window, and a gentle cool breeze made its way in. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawning. My eyes and face felt puffy from all of the sobbing I had done the night before. My bun was starting to fall out from rolling around, and I’m sure I looked like hell. I was hoping to be able to get a cup and get back upstairs before he came down. Even though there wasn’t even really a friendship between us, I wanted to stay out of sight until I felt a bit more put together.

I heard a door open upstairs, followed by footsteps. It appeared I spoke too soon.

I quickly turned and faced the window, pretending that I had been looking out at birds or something and didn’t notice him coming down. My stomach dropped as I heard him making his way down the stairs, and I could feel the butterflies trying to make their way up my throat and out my mouth. I turned around once it sounded like he hit the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing the tank top and vest that he was wearing the day before, and I got a better look at how muscular his arms were. He looked strong, like he could pick me up and throw me on the ground with ease, and his bed head was tousled all over the place. He was beautiful.

“Mornin’ Daryl. I made coffee,” I said semi-cheerfully. He hardly looked at me as he came over and stood next to me, pouring himself a cup. I took a sip of mine. I hated the taste of black coffee, but I would take it over nothing.

“I’m sorry again about last night. I usually have nightmares when I sleep. Just never had a bed to fall out of until this point,” I explained.

“Dunno know why ya telling me,” he replied. His morning voice made me swoon, but he sounded cold. I tried to remind myself of what Maggie said about not taking anything too personally.

“I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I sipped my coffee repeatedly out of anxiety. He stared out the window and sipped as his. There was what felt like an eternity of silence before he said anything.

“What’s your name ‘gain?”

“Vector.”

“The hell kinda name’s that?”

“Oh, Lil’ Ass Kicker is fine, but Vector is a problem?”

“Ya parents give ya that?” I sighed and shook my head, taking another sip of my drink.

“It’s my last name, so I guess they kind of did.” I could feel where this conversation was potentially going, which was uncomfortable territory, so I thought of an excuse to leave, “I should probably go check on Aaron.” Which was true, I did need to go check on him. His dressing needed to be changed, and hopefully there were some antibiotics and painkillers in the infirmary I could get him.

I set my cup down and scurried over to the stairs to go up and grab my glasses and bag. After I came back down, I took my bun out and flipped my head over, shaking my long black hair out. Tying it up wet had caused it to become wavy, which was a little bit of a confidence booster. I zipped up my boots and turned to Daryl. He had turned and was leaning up against the counter, facing me. I could feel my face start to get hot.

“Thanks for…whatever this was,” I told him before heading out the front door.

We were across from the infirmary, so the walk was short. It had started to get a little brighter, and I could see lights had been turned on in some houses. The only sounds were some birds and the sound of my boots on the ground. It was so peaceful, tranquil—things that I didn’t think were possible again after the world fell.

In the infirmary, I grabbed, gloves, gauze, padding, a bottle of painkillers, and three different kinds of antibiotics, in case he was allergic to any. I saw a light on in their house, so I figured it would be safe to approach. I gently knocked on the door, making sure not to startle anyone inside. After a minute, Eric opened the door.

“So the doctor makes house calls,” he laughed. He embraced me in a hug, which I wasn’t prepared for but gladly accepted.

“Mornin’. How did he sleep?” I asked, stepping in and allowing Eric to close the door behind me.

“He didn’t really. I was going to come get you last night for some painkillers, but Maggie said you were out cold. I didn’t wanna bother you given it was probably the first good night’s sleep you’ve had in a long time,” Eric explained.

“Oh my God, you can come get me anytime something’s wrong. That’s what I’m here for.” I unzipped my boots.”Now where is he? I come bearing painkillers and antibiotics.” I followed Eric up the stairs into their bedroom where Aaron was lying half-asleep.

“Wake up sleepyhead, the doctor’s here,” Eric told him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Aaron tilted his head over and looked at me.

“Sup doc?” he said to me, and I suppressed a chuckle.

“Sorry to wake you, but we should get that dressing on your wound changed. And I have painkillers.” A look of relief flooded Aaron’s face. “Now do you know if you’re allergic to any antibiotics? I grabbed a few just in case.” He shook his head.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. I knelt down next to the bed and started taking supplies out of my bag. I slipped the gloves on once I had everything out that I needed.

“Can I get you anything Vector?” Eric asked me, “I made coffee not too long ago.”

“You’re so sweet. Umm, some water would be cool. I had coffee already,” I said, “can you also grab me a rag? Run a little under some warm water?” He nodded and stepped away, and I began carefully unwrapping Aaron’s ankle.

“So how are you and your roommate getting along?” Aaron asked. I set the gauze on the floor next to me. I could feel myself starting to turn red, so I shifted some hair in front of my face to try to hide it.

“At best, I’m being tolerated,” I explained, “he’s hardly said a word to me. Maggie said not to take personally, but it’s hard not to.” I gently peeled back the padding. His wound was looking about as good as it could given how it occurred. I folded the padding in half and wrapped the used gauze around it, tying a knot to keep it together.

“Oh my god, you’re blushing,”,” Aaron exclaimed. I couldn’t toss any more hair in front of my face, or I wouldn’t be able to work. I just swallowed hard and kept going. Eric, my saving grace, came back in with some water and the rag.

“Thank you,” I said, taking the rag from him. I began wiping up the dried blood from around the top of his wound.

“I’m making breakfast. I think we’d both love it if you’d stay for some. It’s the least we can do after all you’ve done for Aaron. For both of us.” Eric said.

“Aww, thank you. I’d love to,” I replied. I had finished the plate Maggie left for me, but I wasn’t going to pass up home-cooked food after months of freeze-dried ice cream. Eric went back downstairs, and Aaron tried to get me back on talking about Daryl.

“You’re still blushing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh my God, you have a crush on Daryl.” I avoided his gaze as I pressed the freshly-unwrapped, clean pad to his leg and began wrapping fresh gauze around it.

“Here, this is amoxicillin. It looks like there’s enough for maybe a week in here. Take it three times a day, around every 8 hours.” I finished wrapping his wound and slipped my gloves off, grabbing the pill bottle and placing it on the nightstand near me, “and I found some Tylenol. Take 2 every 4-6 hours, and if it doesn’t help, let me know. I can see what else they have going

on in the infirmary. Change your dressing once a day. I’ll leave some supplies here for you for that.”

“So are you just going to ignore what I said?” he asked. I finally met his gaze, and my face was as red as could be.”Wow, you’re really blushing now.”

I inhaled deeply before letting out a long sigh. “Just…please don’t say anything to anyone. I just got here. I can’t fuck anything up.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” he reassured.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #eventual romance #slow burn #slow romance #the walking dead #twd #twd daryl #original character #twduniverse #my character is so funny I love her so much

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wanderinghedgehog · 2 months ago

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Another high school Les Mis. Live reaction:

Oooo they got actors in the aisles. I like that.

Good singing so far.

This Javert seems oddly timid. Like even as a prison guard, he’s not especially scary. He does seems to be rather tall though.

Valjean seems good. I wish they let him sing that one verse from his soliloquy but, alas, it’s cut from the school versions.

This ensemble seems more coordinated than others I’ve seen. That might be because there’s not quite so many of them. This doesn’t seem like a very large cast for a Les Mis production.

Fantine is very sweet and her voice is lovely.

I like that her dress is decently period accurate. They gave her a modesty cloth and everything.

She also doesn’t seem to have a jarringly awful wig like usual.

I think they brought Javert in a little early during Fantine’s arrest. It was a little odd.

There’s some guy in the ensemble with a lovely red waistcoat.

Amazing runaway cart scene. Javert was so embarrassed on “forgive me sir I would dare” that he tried to just leave. He did skip a line though. But I’ll forgive :)

Valjean putting his heart and soul into Who Am I.

Awwwww they gave Champmathieu a friend or something who gave him a hug when he was let go. I like that they didn’t just leave him to stand there.

FANTIIIIIIINE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

HOLY SHIT THE CONFRONTATION WAS AMAZING!!!!! Okay the last fight section was a bit disappointing, but the rest of it was fucking phenomenal. I’m screaming! Javert was such a fucking drama queen too. Fantastic.

Lil’ Cosette :)

I think this Madame T could do to spice up her vocals a little. She sounds a little too pretty maybe. Go nuts, babe!

Red waistcoat guy is back!!!!

This Thenardier couple is kinda all over each other. It’s goofy

Don’t throw the child!!!!!

I love this stage setup. Very versatile.

Living for these background actors.

Eponine should keep Marius’s hat. It’s a good look.

They need to stop making Javert show up from one of the side entrances. It’s awkward staging.

Thernardier gets all obnoxious during “in the absence of a victim…” and Javert just lightly shoved him. I’m dead. You really just have to see it.

This Javert is kinda… doing to much I guess. He just doesn’t show quite enough restraint in my opinion.

Stars was cute. He could’ve done more on the line “and so it must be.” But it was good otherwise.

This Grantaire has stolen my heart. Adorable guy.

I can’t see very clearly, but there’s a pattern on the front of Enjolras’s waistcoat and I thought it was leopard print for a second.

IS THAT FANTINE’S ACTOR AGAIN??????? Or does Cosette just look something like her?

Marius should’ve hopped over the gate. It’s really low anyway.

This Marius is so damn pale. Ghost fella

Eponine pushed three people consecutively. Go girl!

THENARDIERS IN THE FLOOR

This Gavroche is absolutely adorable. I just know I’m gonna go catatonic when he’s killed.

Still no “shoot me now or shoot me later.” I like that line :(

EPONINE NOOO

Bestie Valjean has returned to the plot :)

Damn look at all that smoke.

Javert is back to being oddly timid. I feel kinda bad for him this time. He has such a sad look.

Nice little Drink With Me moment :)

Bring him hooooooooooooooome

AAAAAAAAAA GAVROCHE NOOOOOO

Seriously that kid was fantastic

That’s a nice tablueo

Go in the floor

Really dragging Marius around. Ouch.

two four six oh ooooooooone

Little line fuck up BUT WE FORGIVE AND MOVE ON

That jump was pretty smooth. I approve.

That was a damn good rendition.

Good harmonies in Turning.

Damn. They really put people in those empty chairs at the empty tables and then took them away again.

Cane time for Valjean.

Bishop actor spotted at the wedding.

Saddest onstage punch ever. Sorry Marius.

Is Madame T holding a real little dog? I can’t see very well.

Old man Valjean.

I think that wicker wheelchair he’s in is being loud.

Oh my god they are different actresses. Do they just have the same hairstyle? I might be a little face blind.

Yes! Actors in the aisles!

I think that’s a Javert in the finale!

Final thoughts:

Standout performance was a Gavroche. That child was brilliant so very cute. I hope he keeps doing theater.

All the singing was wonderful.

Things ran very smoothly which is impressive for any high school production.

As always, the show suffers from the amount of lines that are cut. But that’s definitely not the fault of this production.

In some ways, it was too good. Maybe it was just too traditional. I often watch school productions for the weirdness and interesting choices, but they just didn’t really take anything all that far in this production.

I loved that they had an extra bit of stage in front of the orchestra pit. That really gave a set some extra pizzazz.

I called this Javert “cute” too many times. Not sure why. I just thought this actor looked oddly sweet. Not especially intimidating I guess.

Valjean really put his all into this and he gave a fantastic performance. I just need him to get weirder with it.

I’m so sorry to Fantine and Cosette’s actors for thinking they were the same person.

#y’all this has been in my drafts since June #I need to rewatch it but I have no clue which production it is #what do I dooooooo #les mis #high school theater

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year ago

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hi hello! you and your fics are seriously the best. I appreciate all that you do for us hotchniss fans!

I know you’ve done a few fics about aaron comforting emily when she feels insecure about how she looks but I thought maybe you could write something the other way round with emily comforting arron? maybe he’s retired from the bau and so he hasn’t been exercising or staying as active as he used to and he thinks emily doesn’t find him or his body attractive anymore. but of course emily finds out and tells him it’s not true (with smut maybe?👀) obviously if you don’t want to or don’t have the time I totally understand!! ❤️

also: maybe some jealous hotch with him comparing himself to derek or someone???

hiiii bestie.

this got away from me pretty massively...and (I know I say this every time) is the smuttiest smut I have ever written.

I hope you enjoy it.

This ones for the Hotch girls.

-x-

New Perspective

Aaron feels insecure. Emily shows him he has nothing to be insecure about.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Oral Sex

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There was nothing quite like coming home. She’d feel whatever tension she’d been carrying in her chest ease the moment she turned onto their street and saw their house, the one she and Aaron had bought together to raise their family in.

She knows it's because she never had a home before this, before him and their children. She’d spent her whole life without roots, without anywhere or anyone to call her own. Then she fell in love with Aaron and Jack. A family she’d never expected to find right in front of her the whole time. Shortly after they got married they decided to try for a baby of their own. Then Alice came along, the six-year-old already fiercely independent, followed by Hazel, the baby of the family even though she was about to start preschool.

Emily was now part of a family of five - her life as full of chaos as it was of love, something she could never have imagined when she was alone in Paris wondering if she’d ever see anyone she loved ever again. There were still moments, even now all of these years later, when she worried it would be torn away from her. She’d lay there in the middle of the night listening to Aaron breathe, or she’d stand in the doorway of one of the kid's rooms to do the same with them, just to remind herself that this was real. This was her life.

Emily sighs in relief as she walks into the house, the smell of home washing over her as she closes the door behind her. She has mere seconds to put her go-bag down by the door before she hears a familiar yell throughout the house, her youngest daughter’s feet loud against the hardwood floor as she launches herself at her.

“Mommy!”

She bends down and catches the four-year-old in her arms before she heaves her onto her hip, holding her daughter close for the first time in a couple of days. Hazel is already in her pjyamas, her hair braided in the way she could always convince Aaron to do for her, and Emily knows her husband would have kept their daughter up a little longer than usual so she could say good night to her.

“Hi Hazel,” she says, pressing a kiss to the little girl's head, “Mommy missed you.”

Hazel leans her head against her chest and plays with Emily’s necklace, her tiny fingers wrapping around the metal chain, “Missed Mommy.”

Emily smiles and readjusts her hold on Hazel as she walks further into the house, “Let’s go see what Daddy and your brother and sister are up to.”

“Daddy missed you too,” Hazel says, rubbing her face against Emily’s collarbone, a sure sign that she was getting sleepy having found solace in her mother’s arms.

When she was pregnant with Alice, Emily and Aaron had decided that one of them needed to leave the BAU. Their work was not only dangerous, but it took them away from home and leaving an infant with Jessica didn’t seem like the right thing to do. Ultimately, Aaron decided to retire once Alce was born. Emily had worried if it was the right thing to do if people would judge her for continuing to work even though she financially didn’t need to, but Aaron assured her it was the right decision for their family. He was older than her, he’d achieved everything he’d wanted to with their career, and he was still haunted by the time he’d missed out on with Jack when he was in hiding with Haley.

“He did huh?” Emily asks, rubbing her daughter's back, feeling her getting heavier against her.

“Daddy’s been sad,” Hazel says, yawning as she settles even further into Emily’s grasp.

It sets off alarm bells in her head, and she’s suddenly repeating every conversation they’d had in the couple of days it had been since she had left for the case. He’d seemed himself as he updated her on what the kids had said and done throughout the day before he let them speak to her, their excitement at talking to her warming her from the inside out even when she was on the other side of the country.

The morning she’d left had been normal too. She’d been woken up early by her phone ringing and had done her best to be quiet as she got ready to leave. It was rare that she was up before him, even though it had been years since he’d retired, but Aaron had been out the night before with Derek, Dave and Spencer, a ‘guys' night’ that Dave had organised for them all. She’d dropped a kiss on his forehead before she’d left, chuckling as he grumbled at her.

The thought of him keeping something from her makes her uneasy. She adjusts her hold on Hazel as she walks into the kitchen, and her uneasiness only increases when she sees the tight smile that flashes across her husband's face before he can cover it.

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, walking over to greet her. He presses a kiss to her cheek and when he pulls back she sees the same smile on his face again, not the usual one that makes her stomach swoop, “We missed you.”

Before she can reply in kind, or ask him if he’s ok, Jack and Alice rush into the room to see her and the moment is lost.

___

The next time they were alone together was when it was time for bed.

The kids were all in bed, and as Emily took a long and well-needed bath, Aaron made lunch for Alice and Jack to take to school the next day. She’s changed into her pjyamas, a large t-shirt of Aaron’s and a pair of sleep shorts, and walking back into their bedroom when she pauses in the doorway of the ensuite, frozen in place as she watches her husband look at himself in the mirror.

She can see the critical way he’s looking at herself. How he looks himself up and down, his hand on his stomach as he turns sideways as he furrows his brow.

“You ok?” She asks, and he flinches, unaware that she’d been standing behind him at all. He turns to look at her and he clears his throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies, smiling at her like he had in the kitchen again before he nods and tries to walk past her. She sighs and she stops him, her arm around his middle.

“Yeah, that’s how someone who is fine would say that,” she says, smiling softly at him. Her eyes searching his for something, anything, that would give away what was wrong. She reaches up and cups his cheeks, holding him in place. “Hazel said you seemed sad.”

He sighs and closes his eyes, guilt for the fact his four-year-old had been able to pick up on his mood making his chest ache, “I didn’t think she’d pick up on it.”

She leans in to kiss his cheek and she smiles at him, their eyes meeting as he opens his, “Well she’s very good at picking up on how other people feel,” she says, brushing her fingers through his hair, “Just like her Daddy.”

He chuckles softly, “And her Mommy.”

She kisses him and wraps her hand around his to lead him to the bed. They sit on the edge of it, their thighs pressing together, and she lifts their joint hands to kiss his knuckles, her lips catching the cool metal of his wedding ring. “So, what’s wrong?”

It feels absurd even as he thinks about it, the comments that he knows were a joke the other night rolling around in his head as they had for days.

He hated that he felt a little out of place with the team these days, that he was on the outside with jokes and comments that he would have once been at the centre of. He knew he’d made the right call, that not one part of him regretted retiring to stay home with their children, but it had been an adjustment over the years. He appreciated that Dave still insisted he went out on ‘guys night’, but he had different priorities than his friends now. The others would speak about cases, that he’d already heard about from his wife so could give his advice on, and he’d tell them about the kids, shaking his head as Dave pointed out the sparkly nail polish on the fingernail on his pinkie.

The other night had been fun, he’d drunk a little bit too much beer, enough to make him a little handsy with Emily when he got home, but he kept thinking about something Derek had said. He’d just come from the gym, his upper body aching, and he’d commented that Aaron could do with joining him if he wanted to, a teasing smile on his face as he patted his belly, before saying something about Emily and how he wondered how Aaron kept up with her.

Aaron was aware that he wasn’t quite as fit as he used to be, that his body had changed as he got older and less active now he was no longer in the field, but someone else mentioning it had thrown him. It made him self-conscious in a way he hadn’t been since the scars Foyet had given him were fresh, and he hated it.

He’d been grateful that Emily was away for a few days so he could attempt to get over it. So he could reconfigure his thinking and get over what Derek had said, but apparently, he hadn’t been able to.

He should have known better than to try to hide something from his wife.

“It’s stupid,” he says, and she raises her eyebrow at him, love for him shining in her eyes.

“Nothing you say is stupid,” she says, shifting so she can look at him properly. She squeezes his hand, “Just tell me.”

Aaron nods and huffs out a breath, “When I was out the other night, Derek made a comment about the fact I’m not as…fit as I used to be, and he asked how I keep up with you,” he says, feeling embarrassed he was even admitting to it, watching as her mouth falls open “And I know I’m not, and I know he was mostly joking, but I can’t stop thinking about it,” he smiles tightly, “I…I even signed up to a gym yesterday.”

She scoffs, her hand tight around his, “I’ll kill him.”

Her fury is stoked by the way Aaron chuckles and leans down to kiss her cheek, “It’s ok, sweetheart, I promise,” he says, “I shouldn’t have let it get to me,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “I don’t care what Derek thinks, I only really care…” he drifts off, clearing his throat before he can say it outloud, but she catches it, and she chuckles humourlessly, not quite sure she can believe what he was about to say.

“You think it bothers me?” She asks incredulously, staring at him as he avoids eye contact. It's her turn to scoff and she shakes her head at him, “How could you think that?” She can see the tension in his shoulders, how tightly he is holding himself, and she sighs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as an idea comes to her. She leans in and presses a kiss to his neck and then his jaw, her lips catching his cheekbone before she speaks again, “I love you,” she says, her hand sliding his down his chest as she reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, smiling as she hears his breath catch in his chest, “Every part of you.”

He isn’t sure how she manages to pull her shirt off of him, his arms moving almost of their own accord as she throws his t-shirt onto the bed behind them. She shifts so she’s straddling his lap, a knee on either side of his hips, a glint in her eyes that makes him groan, familiar desire pulling in his belly. He puts his hands on her waist holding her securely in place, moaning as she rolls her hips against his, smiling as she presses a kiss to his lips. He can taste the toothpaste on her tongue, and smell the lavender essential oils lingering on her skin from her bath.

She kisses down his neck and to his chest, pressing her lips to the scar at the top of his chest, “I love these scars,” she mumbles, running her hands down his sides, smiling when he shivers, grinding down on him as she feels him harden underneath her, “They’re made of you,” she says, kissing the next one as she works her way down, her fingertips now at the waistband of his sweatpants, “And they show you survived,” she murmurs, repeating words he’d told her over the years when it was her turn to feel insecure, “That you made it to me.”

She stands up and encourages him to lift his hips just enough to pull his sweatpants down, both of them working to remove them completely. She kneels on the floor in front of him, pressing her legs together to get some friction as she looks at him, half hard and laying against his soft stomach.

He was different to how he used to be, but she loved it. She loved that it made his hugs feel all the more encompassing, that she loved to lay in his arms or half underneath him, the weight of him against her the greatest comfort of her life. That she loved watching him hold their kids, how he’d comfort them and encourage them and somehow make them look tiny, even now when they weren’t babies anymore.

He was huge, in every way, and she loved it. And she hated that he’d ever think otherwise.

She knows he wouldn’t believe her if she said that, so she carries on proving it to him. He’d always been an action kind of guy anyway.

She shifts forwards on her knees so she’s between his thighs, and she feels nothing short of powerful at the way he’s looking down at her, his pupils blown wide as she sees a different type of tension take over, his hips thrusting towards her before she even touches him. It had always been like this. He’d been desperate for her from the start, as she had been for him, and that desperation hadn’t faded over the years. If anything, it had got worse. Anticipation and knowledge of how well they knew each other, how well they took each other apart, enough to make them crazy for each other.

She grabs him, unable to stop herself from moaning as he does too, the sound that leaves him as she pumps him up and down is punched out as she spreads precum over his skin. She leans in and wraps her mouth around him, one of her hands at his base, still slowly pumping him, and the other on his thigh to keep her balance. Aaron groans, one of his hands wrapping itself into her hair, holding her in place as he once again thrusts involuntarily.

“Fuck, Em,” he grits out, any previous insecurities starting to melt away, all of his focus on her. How she bobs up and down, choking slightly as he hits the back of her throat, “Sweetheart, you’re so good at that.”

She pulls back to look at him, gasping for breath as she does so, spit connecting her to the tip of him, “You’re so fucking hot,” she says, never stopping pumping him up and down. She tilts her head back towards the mirror behind them, knowing that from where he was sitting he’d be able to see himself, to see her kneeling in front of him, “Just look at you.”

She leans back in, and he watches himself in the mirror as she goes down on him again. The mixture of the sensation of it, of her mouth hot and slick around him, and the sight of it reflected back at him kicks his pleasure up several notches. He doesn’t see his softer skin or his less defined chest. He sees himself as she does. He sees them together. And they were magnificent.

He thrusts firmly into her throat, groaning as she moans around him, the vibration almost pushing him to the edge. And he tugs on her hair, pulling her back, smiling at the sight of her. Her hair messed up and her eyes wide, her skin flushed with desire as spit dripped onto her chin. His stomach rolling at the knowledge that she was like this because of him. And he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“What?” She asks, wiping her hand over her mouth as he pulls her up, turning them so she’s laying on the bed. “I was trying to-”

“Oh, I know what you were trying to do, baby,” he says, already pulling her shorts down her legs, smirking against her neck as she whines as he purposely runs his thumb against her as he does so. “But you know what makes me feel better every time?” He asks, as she shakes her head chasing his touch as he skins his fingers over her thighs. He pushes up her shirt and allows her to sit up just enough to pull it off her, throwing it to join his somewhere higher up on the bed. He places his lips next to her ear and breathes over her skin, making her shiver, “Making you fall apart.”

She moans as he pushes two fingers into her, stealing the air from her lungs as he curls them inside of her, “Jesus Christ.”

“Nope,” he smirks, pulling his fingers from inside of her and lifting them to his mouth, groaning as he tastes her on his skin, “Just me.”

She wants to be annoyed at him, but she can’t bring herself to be. Not when he’s pressing her into the mattress, his lips against her throat as he pushes her thighs apart even wider, a pull in her legs that she thinks would make her wince in any other circumstances

“Please,” she breathes out, throwing her head back as he pushes into her, the familiar stretch of him making her moan loudly. He captures it by kissing him, just about aware enough of everything beyond the two of them that if they woke up the kids this would be over. She buries her hands in his hair and kisses him fiercely as she matches him thrust for thrust, the two of them naturally falling into a rhythm they’d found years ago.

“Fuck, Em,” he says as he pulls away from the kiss to bury his face into her collarbone, “You’re incredible.”

“So…so are you,” she grunts out, her breath stolen from her as it feels like he pushes in deeper every time, and she knows she’ll still feel him in the morning, “You feel so fucking good.”

He puts his hand in between them and draws circles on her clit, groaning as she clenches impossibly tighter around him, “Come for me, baby,” he says, biting into her shoulder, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

She comes, hard. And she pulls him into a kiss to muffle her scream, and he comes too, his hips stuttering against hers as his orgasm chases hers.

She lays there for a moment, to catch her breath content to stay there under him, and she groans in disappointment as he tries to roll off of her. She wraps her arms and still shaking legs around him as she buries her face in his neck.

“Stay there.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice thick, “I’ll crush you.”

“Don’t care,” she mumbles, stamping her kiss against his, “I love it,” she kisses him again, “It makes me feel safe.”

He feels pride swell in his chest, the last tendrils of his insecurity finally letting go, and he nods, purposely shifting so only half of his weight is on her, “We’ll need to get dressed soon,” he says, resting his head on her chest, “Hazel will sneak in soon.”

She hums, the thought of spending a night sandwiched between her husband and her youngest after spending a few days sleeping alone filling her with joy.

“In a minute,” she says, clenching around him on purpose, laughing when he moans, “Then we’ll shower together.”

“Sounds good sweetheart.”

___

She yawns the next morning as she pours herself a cup of coffee in the bullpen kitchen, and she hears a familiar chuckle from behind her.

“Late night, Princess?”

She turns to look at Derek and smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee, making a point of winking at him as she thinks of her very late night with her husband. The shower hadn’t been the end of it last night, and by the time Hazel did sneak into their room in the early hours of the morning they’d only just changed the sheets.

“Something like that.”

He shivers and makes himself a drink, “Gross.”

“You asked,” she watches him carefully, her tongue pressing into her cheek as she questions whether she should say something, but her desire to protect her husband wins out over everything else. She steps closer to him, “Derek?”

He hums in response and looks a little shocked as he looks up and sees she’s closer now, “Yes?”

“If you ever say anything to my husband again about his appearance, or imply he is anything less than perfect for me, I will kill you,” she says, her face stern, “And we both know I’d get away with it.” She says, and she suppresses her smile as his face falls and he swallows thickly. “Are we clear?”

He nods, “Crystal clear.”

She smiles at him, “Perfect,” she walks away and heads towards her desk when she hears Derek call after her.

“Are you limping?”

She turns back to look at him, a wide smirk on her face that makes him immediately regret his attempt to get the upper hand again.

“Oh Derek, when will you learn not to ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

-x-

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Lost & Found - Chapter Thirteen.

One Friday update for you all, besties! Hope you have a lovely weekend :D

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Words - 3,986

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The grasp upon the top of her arm was so tight, she could feel pain down to the bone, his thick fingers vice-like, manhandling her, dragging her along as she stumbled and slipped upon the perfectly polished floor.

That glossy marble was hard on her knees as she was thrown into a heap, turning to face him, grunting in pain when he kicked her in the thigh.

“What’s what right there?”

“Wh-what?”

His hand went to her hair, pushing her head down. “That there, you blind puttana!”

A tiny smudge upon the floor, Emma pulling the cloth from her pocket and immediately buffing it away. “I-I’m sorry, I’m s-so sorry, R-Rocco.”

“You damned oughta be.” Each stern word was bitten off from his boxy, white teeth. “Now get out there and mow the lawn, you lazy cunt. Move it!”

His foot hitting her in the ass was the breaker of her dream, Emma sitting up with a gasp in bed. Gathering herself and her bearings, she caught her breath, at least glad she hadn’t woken in a zoned-out state and ended up in the closet or the corner. Unfortunately, she had disturbed the man who always found here there.

“Y’okay, Em?” he muffled sleepily from within the pillows, his hand moving to stroke her back. Unfortunately, the prazosin she’d been prescribed to treat her nightmares hadn’t kicked in yet, the doctor explaining it would take a week or two, perhaps longer. At least she was on the right track with it, though.

Thankfully the drugs he’d given her to decrease anxiety were starting to work in her waking life, which was a definite ease of emotional burden. Sudden loud noises no longer spooked her, and she was much less nervous around new people. Shouting still made her jumpy, though. Baby steps.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay now.” Sighing, she reached for the lamp, turning it on and locating her water bottle. Chugging back a few mouthfuls, she saw Guero’s hand making a grabby motion coming into her line of vision. “There you go, my little brontosaurus.”

He snorted softly, taking a few gulps. “For someone who hisses like a demon in her sleep, you need to knock that shit off. I never know whether I should pinch your nose or call a fucking priest.”

“Oh, so he’s comedy brontosaurus!” He tickled her for that, handing the water bottle back as she giggled. Humour. It was about the only way she knew how to deal with the nightmares from her ordeal, two months after finally escaping it. At least he indulged her in it, being a comic person by nature. Okay, so there was a fair amount of smart mouthed sass that also went hand in hand with it, but still, nobody made her laugh like Guero.

There were also other ways she dealt with the lingering effect of her nightmares; ones that also involved something else he was very good at.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, after she’d turned over and huffed for the fourth time.

“Nope.”

Moving the covers off them, he shifted himself between her legs. “I gotta real good remedy for that.”

He truly did, pushing her thighs apart to bury his mouth between them. She gasped, his tongue pushing through her folds, taking that first explorative lick at her. Using his fingers, he parted the petals of her cunt, licking her again, a slow, flat drag of his tongue causing her back to arch off the bed, bending elegantly like a bow. He smirked to himself, the thrill of having caused such a response with a mere two licks.

His eyes took in her glinting hole, sparkling pink and dewy with need already, pushing his tongue within her, a cry leaving her mouth, slowly dragging a hard lick up to her clit and proceeding to circle, softly at first, making her tingle. He coaxed further exclamations from her, those responses causing his cock to harden, fast little flicks over her bud making it swell.

“Mmm, you like that, huh?”

“Oh, I’ll give you about a month to stop!” Her words made him chuckle deeply, gently kissing her, wrapping her clit in the soft, pillowy heat of his full lips and sucking, her nails digging into the thickness of his shoulders as she trembled. Her head spun, running her nails over his scalp as she quivered, hips softly undulating against his face, each lick at her clit like wet heat driving cool fire as he built her up steadily.

The sensations of bliss pooling against his mouth turned his groans to gravel, eating her with more fervour, devouring every last bit of her pink, sending pleasure sparking up her spine. Her release brimmed forth, her little cries of ecstasy driving him on, his tongue lashing hard against her. It sent her reeling as she teetered and then exploded, the release washing over her, her waves crashing against his shore and leaving her breathless.

She was still warmed to her veins with the haze of bliss when he moved behind her, hooking her leg under his arm and gliding into the satin of her pussy, Emma mewling softly at the delicious stretch of him parting her walls. Another thing she’d managed to procure from the discreet doctor were contraceptive pills, of which he’d furnished her with enough of to last until their next appointment.

The hot, naked drag of him within her, no longer barriered by latex felt incredible, his mouth buried at her neck, kissing a constellation onto her flushed skin as he groaned faintly. Glimmers shot through her from the insanely deep punch of his cock, the pace slow and rolling, his hips quivering against her as she fluttered around him.

For her, it was the kind of intensity that made her heart swell, bolts burning brightly in her chest. His hand reached beneath her neck, turning her head to lean his face near, nuzzling her softly before he kissed her with smouldering desire. Sex with Rocco had never been like that, but then again, since it was against her will she understood well that what she had with Guero was a million miles from it.

What they shared was beyond anything she could have ever imagined back then.

“Fucking love you so much, baby,” he groaned, kissing her again with stormy affection. It was the moment she’d longed for, for years and years, to have a man fall in love with her, hear him tell her that with sincerity unmatched. God, her heart.

“I - oh fuck, fuck, fuck - I love you too, ahhh!” she cried, her voice breaking as the deep spear of his cock sent pleasure bursting through her.

“And if that isn’t the most beautiful way for me to hear you say it, right between those pretty little moans.” It gathered momentum, swirling like a tempest, sharp little shocks skittering over them, their bodies heated and sweat slicked. A frisson of warmth pooled low in her, the sudden overflow having her crying out, her mouth breaking from his as she wailed. He followed her into the abyss of undoing, his teeth sharp at her neck, hot breaths blasting against her skin as the tight clutch of his hands upon her finally slackened.

He lay inside her for a time, fingers trailing her breasts, kissing her shoulder as they enjoyed the feeling of their nerves still tingling in afterglow. Finally, he slid from her with a slippery pop, pulling the covers back over them, his arm tightening around her waist. She slept very, very soundly that night, waking from a long sleep at 9am, she and Guero with nowhere to go and nothing to do for the morning.

“Why did you choose the moment you did to tell me you loved me?” she asked out of nowhere, stroking his chest idly.

It was a question he hadn’t been expecting, Guero smirking a little with the randomness. “Um, might’ve been prompted by the fact I was balls deep in you at the time.” He puffed his cheeks out, eyes rounding as he looked down at her, the expression cracking her up.

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

“And so damned romantic, huh?” The playful sarcasm dripped from him, lacing his fingers through hers and kissing her hand, turning to her. “I did mean it, though. I did. I do. You’re incredible. You’re beautiful and gentle, and so much stronger than you know, too. Haven’t told a woman that in a long time either, that I love her.”

“Who was the last before me?” she asked, skimming his collarbone with her thumb.

He winced slightly, but offered an answer all the same. “A girl called Astrid Henry. We were together for five years before I found out she’d been fucking my cousin for the last fourteen months of it.”

Her mouth dropped open immediately. “Who in their right mind would cheat on a guy as great as you?” It baffled her completely. To her eyes, he was the complete package.

“Someone who was being neglected, but still liked the lifestyle offered to her from dating an outlaw. I was coming up in the club more back in Tuscon, reconnecting with my dad, too. I didn’t put her first a lot of the time. Then when I found out, me and my sparky fucking temper acted before the rational side kicked in. I should have just called it quits with her, but nah. I went and fucked her best friend, because I’m vengeful.” He scrunched his nose up, shaking his head. “Wasn’t my proudest moment.”

She shrugged, squeezing his hand. “At least you acknowledge it. I think the person I’m slowly starting to become now I’m out from under the weight of Rocco recognises that, the need to hurt if I've been hurt. I can feel there’s something growing within me that wants to get back at him, and it’s gnawing at me that I can’t. Anyway, I’m not making this all about me. What did Astrid do when she found out about you and her friend?”

“Threw a lamp at me,” he began, biting the corner of his lip, “because when she found out, I was piledriving the friend in question at the time. Set it up so she’d catch me doing it, wanted to hurt her as badly as she had me. It all fucking went crazy after that, cops showed up because of all the yelling, I spent a night in the cells because of it, until my dad came down and smoothed things over with the local PD. I then got one of the famed Ibarra rants for the entire journey home about not thinking with my dick. I guess he was right.”

“From what you’ve told me, he seems like the type who’d never miss an opportunity to call you out,” she laughed, watching him nod vigorously.

“Uh huh, the old man was all about that. Teachable moments, delivered at a billion decibels.” He smiled, thinking of his dad, the sadness that they were only just getting back on track again before he’d died stinging at his insides. Those few years they’d had at the end of his life weren’t enough. He brightened then, remembering something. “There was another thing he told me that’s always stuck, something useful.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

Turning her onto her back, he pinned her there, hands curling around her arms as he leaned to place kisses against her throat. “That if a woman can still get up and walk after you’re done with her, you didn’t do your job properly.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s your aim here, hmm?”

His mouth continued to glide, the crush of his teeth around her nipple sending a jolt through her. “Total paralysis.”

Once he was finished railing her into the bed, she could still walk, but it was extremely bow legged and wobbly. After showering and having something to eat, they headed down to the clubhouse on foot, Axl trotting along between them happily. He usually didn’t head down of a Sunday, but Emma had reason to that day, booked in with Hank to begin a project they’d discussed a couple of weeks back. She tired of her scars, and he was the very man who could help her with that.

A couple of other guys were hanging around, Gilly, Nestor and Bottles, EZ absconded to his trailer with some girl or another, from the sounds coming from it as they’d walked past. Hank was all set up in the corner, greeting her with a big smile.

“You ready, then?”

She nodded, cringing a little bit. “As I’ll ever be.” Removing her top, Hank cleaned down the area first before taking one of the two transfers he’d drawn out, making sure it hit her skin just right before placing it down. “Like we discussed, this is just to give me a guide. Anything else I can free hand, make sure every last scar is covered up.”

He’d suggested the flowers he was placing upon her, a full colour piece of tree peonies and oriental poppies, flowers with large blooms to cover the most, the vivid reds, purples and oranges she wanted them in acting further to camouflage what lay beneath.

Arranging herself on the table, she prepared for pain, Hank beginning with the outlines first, of which he’d told her to anticipate would be the worst. The needles hit her skin, yet her face didn’t change. He exchanged a glance with Guero, the men raising their eyebrows a fraction in surprise. She’d probably start to make some kind of noise to voice discomfort as soon as he hit bone, he wagered, but once there, her reaction was zero. She sat solid.

“I hope you know you’re making your guy here look like a pussy right now by comparison,” he chuckled, Guero raising his middle finger. “When I put that elephant on his side, he bitched and complained the entire time.”

“That shit hurts!” he exclaimed, Emma curling her lip a little.

“Eh. It isn’t too bad. Kinda soothing.”

“Soothing?” A head shot up across the clubhouse, Gilly ambling his bulk over. “Nah, you’re cheating and using numbing cream, girl. Ain’t no way anybody would claim ribcage tattoos are fucking soothing otherwise, nah. Uh-uh. It’s hell.”

She shrugged lightly. “Hell is being held down by your throat and having red hot knives held against your flesh. Gives you a new appreciation for how cattle must feel, I can tell you.”

At hearing that snippet, Hank stopped tattooing immediately. He’d been much too considerate of her privacy to ask exactly how she’d gotten her scars when she’d shyly revealed them to him, but hearing that sent a chill through his blood. Gilly’s too.

“Wait, Lombardi did this to you?” the bald man asked, his forehead crinkling from the depth of his frown.

“He did,” she hummed quietly, reaching to stroke Guero’s arm, noticing the little giveaways of his temper flaring. Tight jaw, flared nostrils. It still made him seethe.

Gilly shook his head. “Motherfucker, doing that to a girl. What the fuck? Damn, no wonder you’re sitting it rocksteady. I’ve burned myself on hot metal before lemme tell you, I’ll take tattoo pain every time!”

“Yeah, me too,” Hank grumbled, nodding as he looked at her. “You’re damned tough, Emma.”

Having a couple of big, scary outlaws tell her that was perhaps the highest praise, she thought. “Did what I had to do to survive. This is why I said it was soothing. Cathartic, even, covering up what he did with something beautiful.”

Although they had no comprehension over everything she must have gone through, they could understand that desire, at least. She sat relatively unflinching for the first two hours, all the outlines and a little of the colour done, having a few sips of water before she lay back for the remaining two, soldiering on, wanting the first half finished.

“Can we do the outlines for my lower back too while we’re at it, or are you getting hand cramp?” Emma asked, Hank flexing his hand after putting the tattoo machine down.

“I could, but you’ve sat for long enough today. Go get something to eat and rest.” Pausing, he then picked up the large mirror at his side lifting it onto his lap. “Ready to see it?”

She nodded, Hank turning it around as she shuffled side on and lifted her arm. Immediately, she let out a little sob. They were gone. Every single one of them, and in their place something truly, truly beautiful. “Hank! Oh my god, I love it! Thank you.”

He returned the hug she slid down to give him, feeling his cheeks flush a little when she kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome. Let’s get it covered for you.” One large dressing applied and she was done, Guero moving to hug him.

“It’s dope as fuck, man. Thanks for doing that for her.” he told him earnestly with a nod, Hank smiling. Looking over at Emma, it was worth the hand cramp he’d lied about having, knowing how important it was to her that she cover up at least one third of the scars that obviously brought her emotional stress. She seemed to stand a little taller, her smile a little wider as she stood talking to Bottles.

“I have to walk around like this now, like I’m doing the half chicken dance!” she exclaimed, holding her arm up, Bottles shaking with laughter. What a difference to the terrified young woman who’d first entered the clubhouse in Guero’s arms two months prior.

They decided to remain at the clubhouse for the rest of the evening, Bishop and Lee arriving, ordering in pizza, beer and tequila flowing. They flowed so much, in fact, that Emma got to witness a first; a smashed Guero.

“You gonna be okay getting him and the dog home?” Nestor asked, who had Axl lying across his lap, enjoying the belly rubs he was receiving.

Emma turned to view Guero, him and Gilly near cry laughing at something Bottles was telling them, her guy collapsed on the bar. “Not too sure,” she replied, before calling out to him. “Honey! Can you walk?”

“Pfft, course I can, hic, walk!” he yelled through a loud hiccup, sliding off the stool onto his feet, wobbling. “M’drunk, not, not... th’thing where y’can’t walk.”

She shook her head, resting a hand to her brow. “No, but he’s definitely the thing where he can’t talk.”

Nestor snort laughed as he reached to squeeze her arm. “I’ll help you get him back.” Guero protested this, yelling that he was ‘habsoltey, hic, fine!’, Nestor shaking his head and steering him away from walking into the doorframe. It continued along the twenty-five-minute walk back to the house, Guero entertaining them if nothing else.

“Baby, be ready. Cuz’ imma, hic, smash the hell outta you when wh’home,” he proclaimed, turning to Emma with a huge, dopey grin, Nestor moving quickly to prevent him from walking into a streetlamp.

“Bro, the only thing you’re gonna smash is yourself. Eyes forward man,” he advised.

“You can’t tell me whadda do!” His roared words filled the mostly desolate street, Emma in soft fits as she walked, Axl trotting along obediently at her side. “Gonna go bone the living fhuk outta my woman!”

He continued to behave like a complete liability for the rest of the journey home, stumbling up the drive, their return heard by the local all-seeing eye next door.

“Fuckboy hammered outta his mind, yo!” Tyrone yelled, his high-pitched laugh sounding as he emerged from behind the curtains. Immediately, Guero’s face lit up.

“Tyrone! Whassup, bro?” he beamed, steaming across the lawn at full, drunken stampede.

“Oh Jesus. Apply brakes man, slow down... woah!” he cried, scream laughing as Guero heaved himself up and then promptly vanished through the window rapidly, landing in Tyrone’s living room with a loud thud. Emma and Nestor couldn’t breathe for their hysterics, walking over, peering in to see him lying on his back laughing, Tyrone hissing with tears running down his face. “Fuckboy be all up in here with his bad gymnastics. You scored a solid two point zero for the window vault, my man! You okay, bro? Fuck!”

"M'great! Window vault was at least a, hic, seven, holding out on me, Tyrone!"

The big man continued to laugh, wheezing hard as he turned to Nestor and Emma. "I know I give the mofo' shit, but I love this guy so fuckin' much! He the damned best when he hammered!"

Guero finally peeled himself off the floor, grabbing a handful of chips from the bag and shrugging. “Love you, too, big poppa! Gonna go score higher in the sexy ghymnhast-hics!”

Tyrone continued to hiss laugh. “You ain’t doin’ shit other than passin’ out!”

“WATCH ME!” he roared, spraying a mouthful of chips everywhere before vanishing from the room. Emerging through the front door and slamming it behind him, he stumbled over to Nestor, holding his face in his hands and kissing his forehead. “Love you, Sacagawea. Later!”

His words were followed by another hiccup, Emma thanking Nestor for his assistance and saying goodnight to him and Tyrone, surprised to see Guero actually manage to get his key in the front door and slide inside, almost toppling over. Oh, god. After unclipping Axl from his leash, the dog moving to curl up on the armchair, she ventured through to the kitchen, finding Guero raiding the cupboards.

“Love, what are you doing?” she groaned softly, a packet of soup mix hitting the floor with a thud.

“Need instant choffee.”

Confusion creased her face. “But you don’t like instant coffee.”

“Need it! No time to, hic, do choffee macheeeen! Makin’ my dad’s sober drink. Called in the, hic, resurrector.” He paused, burping, giggling to himself and muttering something undecipherable. “Well, m’not gonna be properly sober, but it wakes a dude up.” He continued his searching, finally finding it, hiccupping again. He poured a frightening amount into a mug, putting water into another and taking it to the microwave, putting it on and then staggering to the fridge.

“An egg, hot sauce and Red Bull?” Emma inquired, raising her eyebrow.

Guero turned, grinning. “Trust the process. Ten minutes and m’gonna be alive aghain.”

She expected the process was going to make him throw up, if she was honest. Watching him concoct the disgusting sounding remedy, she felt ill just imagining the flavour and texture of it. Guero paused, taking a deep breath before knocking it back. Immediately, he heaved.

“Bathroom, now!” she ordered, pointing in the direction. “Really, honey. I can’t deal with cleaning up puke.”

He held his finger up, heaving again, swallowing hard. “Ten minutes.”

“Are you going to be alright if I go shower? I’m too hot.”

He beamed. “Damn right, y’are. Leave it on cold f’me.”

She left the bathroom door open, anticipating a thud she’d have to go and collect him up off the floor from, showering carefully around her fresh tattoo. He entered the room about five minutes after she’d left him in the kitchen, singing to himself as he brushed his teeth. Remaining unconvinced of the process she was meant to trust, she exited the shower, switching it to cold, Guero climbing in.

“MOTHER FUCK, that’s freezing!” Well, he sounded less slurred. Still, though, the expectation was for him to hit the bed and pass out. What she didn’t expect was a steadier looking Guero to enter the room, whisk the covers off her and hum with approval.

“Spread your legs, baby. Lemme see that pretty little pussy.” Doing as instructed, she pulled her legs splayed, her knees touching her chest, Guero’s grin widening. “Mmm, fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

Her day might have begun with a nightmare, but how it ended was anything but.

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