#fuck there was a typo and i only saw it one day after god

[born-in-hell]

I NEED TO SAY THIS

qBbh is NOT a cannibal. Why?? Cause his not human!!!

Yes im enough of a nerd for this to drive me crazy

This man is anthropophagic. He eats people. He eats a lot of things actually kkkk but he never stated that he has eaten demons

[wonton4rang]

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that's not how this works.

pairing: sungho x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of cheating.

summary: based on charlie puth's song 'that's not how it works', with some changes because yes. basically cheater coming back and sungho fucking the shit out of you < 3

note: small thought i had to get out, wrote this in like 15 min, did not check anything so it might have typos but omg sungho is soooo hot 😭😭😭

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sungho was never the type to sleep around, he is a very relationship centered boy, he loved to have something stable with an specific person to woke up to and think about when things were getting heavy on his daily life.

he loved to have dates, go to the park and sit down on a mat while you ate whatever and talked about everything while laughing like it was the funniest thing. he loved to stay late nights at your place and kiss you for so long you both wouldn't even notice when you fell asleep until you woke up the other morning with the boy arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder while cuddled you from the back.

it was all so lovely. so endearing and everyone, including yourselves could see this long term.

that until you messed up.

sungho couldn't believe his eyes the day he was texting you while walking down the street, smiling like a dummy to his phone screen.

"i miss you so much, baby, can i make you dinner at my place today?" sungho typed.

"awww, i miss you so much too, sungho :( but i can't today, i have so much work to do with the finals. i'm so sorry..."

and sungho was not even going to complain, the opposite, in fact, he was going to offer you help or at least offer to send you food to your place for you to study in peace.

but he got distracted when he heard your voice a few meters away, you were standing in front of that cafe you both loved so much with your phone on your hands, apparently waiting for his answer and he just smiled candidly at your sight.

he loved you so much.

right before he could lift his hand and call your name another person joined the frame, making him frown his eyebrows when the boy held your waist and you just looked at him with a wide smile, putting your phone away and walking down the street with the other male holding your hand.

and he wasn't even mad right now, he was just confused as to what the fuck just happened. he might've got it wrong, right? maybe that boy was a family member or a close friend, not necessarily a lover, right?

oh, boy. sungho was trying by all means to make this a misunderstanding.

sad thing for him it wasn't. cause when you guys met the next day and he mentioned that he saw you at the cafe, you went pale, your hands shaking and you suddenly stuttering a lot with every word you said.

at the end he just called it quits after a few weeks of you ignoring him and his words whenever he brought the subject up.

changing the subject with a "oh my god, not this again, babe, i already explained this. i don't wanna talk about it"

but as much as sungho loved you, he wasn't a fan of cheaters or toxic environments so he just broke up with you, not giving you much details but his words being very blunt and explicit.

"i've loved you for many years but i can't be in a relationship were i am the only one committed. i don't like cheaters and i no longer feel comfortable with you. i wish you the best, thank you for everything you gave me"

and he was truly thankful because even though he cried like a baby for a whole month while going to sleep, ignoring your messages and not picking up your calls, he was thankful for the good moments and the bad ones too. he got great memories and a good lesson.

what he didn't expect was you in front of his apartment when he came back from college that night, looking so sorry but he knew better than that so he just passed by your side and opened his door without saying a thing, barely reacting when you pushed him away and got inside his house.

"what are you doing here? i thought i was clear when i said i didn't wanna see you anymore" he said still standing on his door frame, making space for you to leave as he said: "go away"

"i've missed you so much, i'm... i'm so sorry, sungho, i made a mistake and i-"

"we already talked about this, y/n" his voice sounded tired, he was in fact, because he couldn't believe you were so shameless to show up to him like this right when he was getting over you. "i don't care about your excuses, we are not a thing anymore"

"but we could be"

"no, we couldn't"

"but i-"

"you're not gonna leave?"

"please just let me talk"

"i already left you talk and all you could say was bullshit, y/n, i'm done with you, i don't want to be with you anymore and i sincerely hope you could understand that because you hurt me, okay?"

"why you gotta be so hot when you're mad?" sungho just chuckled, closing the door behind him and looking at you with his tilted head, bottom lip between his teeth and his expression yelling 'what am i supposed to do with you?', and honestly, you were up for anything.

"you gonna do the same to him too?" was all he said, swallowing when you got close to him, caressing his shoulders with a sly smile that made him tense.

"we broke up"

and even though sungho tried to play it nice, he wanted to be the bigger person so bad, he just wanted to keep it healthy. but here you were, too close to be apart and too hot to be ignored.

sungho was a weak man.

so he just took you in for a kiss, but not the soft type as you guys were used to, he grabbed the back of your head to press your lips harder and your arms hugged his waist to get closer.

you guys were just so hungry for each other.

sungho's hands were all over your body, holding your hips, your shoulders and then your face, his tongue getting in your mouth and making your pussy leak cause he knew how you liked it.

it didn't take him long to walk against you, your back pressing against the boy's bedroom door before he opened it and threw you on the bed. your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him take his shirt off and lay upon you to continue the kiss.

your legs were open and sungho's hips kept rolling against your clothed cunt, making you tremble and moan during the kiss, your nails pressing on the skin of his wide back and making him groan too.

"fuck, i need you" he said before attacking your neck, playing with your sanity when he started moaning against your skin, leaving long trails with his mouth before he looked you in the eye. "can i?"

and there was a reason you were there at night.

you just nodded and felt him unbuckling your pants, caressing the skin on your thighs when he pulled them down with your panties.

his eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, licking his lips before shaking his head to come back to his senses. he wanted to eat you out so bad but he knew he shouldn't, not right now. he had to fuck you.

and so he did.

he unbuckled his own pants and pulled out his dick, sliding it between your wet folds and making your legs shake a bit at the feeling. damn, you really missed it. but it got even better when he finally pressed his head in your entrance, looking at you like you were the most delicious meal, foxy eyes being slightly covered by his hair and his lips looking so wet that it made you clench your pussy. he was, in fact, the most delicious meal you ever got.

"you have condoms?" he inquired and you just denied with your head, your hands pressing on his back.

"please, get in" sungho kinda pulled back at that because he was not used to fuck you without protection, but you held him close and looked at him with that bright eyes that made him weak "please"

not a single word left his lips when he was pushing inside and once he got in, you had to arch your back, moaning at the stretch, sungho was definitely gifted, not huge but a nice size and width. and the best part was that he actually knew how to use it.

he held your hips and thrusted in a few times before actually starting to moan himself, biting his lip and your hands tangled in his hair, gosh, he loved when you did that.

his weight dropped a little bit in top of you, his lips moving quickly to find yours and start a desperate kiss while his hips kept speeding up, making your body move against the sheets and your hair get all messed up.

but you really didn't mind to be messed up, not when it was sungho the one who messed you up.

and he knew that. everyone fucking knew that.

"you feel so good, sungho" you muttered when he left your lips and hid his face on your neck, crying a little bit out of pleasure there and making your pussy clench "fuck, you're so hot"

"stop saying that" but you know he loved it, his body spoke for him the things his words were denying "my god, you're so wet and warm"

"just for you"

"you suck me in s-so well" he continued, this time leaving your neck to look at you while he pounded your tight cunt "perfect for my dick, and just my dick, right, baby?"

"yes, i'm only yours, please"

and to be honest you both were edging at this point, so you just left yourself go and started matching sungho's thrusts to chase your own high, smiling when his hand grabbed softly around your neck, hard enough to make you feel the rush but not as hard to hurt you.

"i'm cumming" he announced and even though you thought he may want to pull out, he didn't, instead he pressed himself so deep in your pussy that you shaked when you felt him in your cervix.

"dammit" you moaned when the warm liquid filled you, making you feel so dirty, full and even wetter that it made your orgasm arrive while sungho's softly grinded his hips against your clit "oh god, w-wait"

"i know you fucking love it"

and you did.

but it was kinda sad though because as soon as you came, he pulled out, started putting his pants back on and looking for his shirt on the bedroom floor.

you looked at him confused because he never, and i mean NEVER, left you like that after having sex, where was the after care? he didn't even kiss you or said you did well.

the next thing was what actually made you snap, him giving you your pants with a serious look in his face.

"what?" his voice was neutral, no feeling on it, not happiness, not anger, nothing.

"what's wrong?" you said while you took your pants and looked at him, you were still full of his cum, he didn't even pass you a tissue or a paper towel to clean yourself.

"about what? ain't you leaving?"

"sungho, what the fuck is this?" the sound of anger in your voice made sungho look at you confused while you put your pants on "we just had sex, why are you treating me like this?"

"we are not dating, i was pretty clear about that"

"but we just..." he just stayed put, listening to whatever you were going to say "i thought we made up"

"wow, for real? i'm not that easy though" and you damn knew his words had a double meaning when he just looked at you and laughed "anyways, get out of my apartment, let's get you a taxi, it's late"

and you couldn't say anything against it, he was right, you guys were not together, he never said he'll forgive you and, to be honest, you kinda had it coming.

but you tried one last time before he left your side once you got in the taxi.

"sungho, i am really sorry, he is not as good as you and i... i honestly miss you so much, can't we just try again?"

"you know that's not how it works, y/n. did you really break up with him before coming here?" you went silent and he got his answer "yeah, i thought so. i don't fuck with cheaters, pun intended, you can't be coming over or calling me each time you feel lonely or he fucks up"

"but i-"

"i don't deserve that. and neither does he" he cut you up and it was basically game over "get her home safe, sir, please"

the taxi man just nodded and the car finally left, you feeling like the worst person in the world while you texted your current boyfriend that you were going home.

sungho just watched the car go and smiled for himself because he knew you'll come back but this time it won't be the same as before.

because now sungho knew the drill. he was just wishing on a star that he would be able to push you away when you came back because that's not how it was supposed to work.

[olive-fics]

☆Abby comforting FEM reader after nightmare☆

Hi! I would like to mention rq this was a request but I'm actually super duper stupid and accidentally deleted the request.. I absolutely LOVED this idea. <3 sorry for lack of posts! writers block tbh.kjfkldsjkljsk

Use of Y/N a few times, fluff, Y'know.. the usual. (Not proof read and probably many typos, bare with me.)

For the girls and the gays.. Men DNI! (Please. <3)

-This was one of the first nights "away" from Abby, your girlfriend. Abby was off at work for one of her first nightshifts this month at the office. Abby knew this would be hard on both of you so she promised she would put in her best effort to keep you happy, even with these new shift hours.

All day you felt crazy without Abby's touch.. Her hugs from behind, neck kisses and nuzzles. Hell, you're still trying to savor the soft kisses and hug Abby gave you before she left for work that morning.

As much as you do miss Abby, you can't even lie about how much she makes.. Because fuck, does her job pay well.

Abby spoils the shit out of you whenever she can, She never spoiled you in that rich people bullshit and fancy brands stuff but truly, if you wanted any of that she would buy it for you. Abby liked to spend her money on good memories.. EX: Trips, Dinners, occasional video games to play with you.. But you get it. She loves you and works hard so you're happy.

As much as money was important for bills and taxes it's not what you really needed. What you really needed was her physical touch.. Why did she have to take these night shifts??

You sat in bed trying to pass time by watching shitty cable tv, you couldn't even watch the current Netflix show you and Abby were watching together or she'd get upset, even though that's all you wanted right now. To make Abby upset, she made you upset? Why not get her upset for taking these shifts. Of course you could never betray Abby like that though so...push aside those evil thoughts Y/n.

All you could think about was the sound of Abby coming home.. Her coat and keys being placed on the counter with her boots dropping with a thud in the kitchen floor.

You weren't lazy all day of course, you did all that house wife shit like cleaning the house, making dinner, and buying groceries. Abby of course appreciated your work you did for her but she thought you were so lonely when she's not home.. "You need friends Y/n, please go join a book club or go to the gym.. you can make friends--"

When you sat in bed you couldn't even sleep, you haven't slept alone since you and Abby had first started dating.. You eventually fell asleep with Abby's pillow, inhaling her pine soap scent as you slept with another pillow between your legs as a replacement for Abby.. As much as it was embarrassing for how much you needed Abby it somewhat helped.

As you were sleeping Abby had finally came home, the click on the front door was quiet, Abby knew you were asleep with how dark the house was and how you didn't get up from the couch or something to hug her. The only Light she could see was the lamp in the living room and the Tv light from your guy's shared bedroom.

Abby had gone to bathroom to brush her teeth, wash her face off and change into some pajamas.

The longer you slept that's when your shitty re-appearing dream had appeared when you were stressed. Abby knew too, she heard your little mumbles and saw the little beads of sweat on your forehead..

"Y/n? baby?" She whispered to you, not to frighten you but to hopefully wake you up slowly. You didn't get up. Of course Abby had to have a heavy sleeping girlfriend.

Abby got in bed behind you, wrapping her forearm around you, pulling you into her chest. She tucked her right leg between both of yours and smelled your hair. God she missed the smell of you and the house. Abby rubbed soft circles on your back and thigh to comfort you incase you woke up.. and you did, horrified.

Gasping you woke up in a pool of your sweat and Abby's arms around you..

"Hey.. Hey calm down Y/n.. it's me.. I'm right here.." Abby whispered into your ear and kept trying to calm you down.

"It was just a bad dream.. I'm home now.." Abby gave soft kisses on your neck instantly calming you down. Finally.. Abby was home and that's all that mattered..

"Missed me huh sweet girl?.." Abby rocked you in her arms as you just turned around and wrapped your own arms around her.

"Missed you so much Abigail.. Please don't take those night shifts.. Please.." You begged her in your sleepy, teary eyed voice.

"Oh Y/n... I'll see what I can do princess." Abby ran her big fingers through your hair and kissed you softly, her minty breath made you sigh contently.

"Goodnight Y/n.." Abby hushed you to sleep again, and you did. Perfectly. ☆

Ahh ok hi I know I haven't posted in a few days but trust me.. I've been writing stuff!!!

☆ SMALL NOTE: Please stop sending me pure vents in the anonymous asking thing! It doesn't bother me but I'd feel bad about posting about it y'know? Just give me a general request! That's it! ☆

Sleep well!

[justanamesstuff]

Chapter 1

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.

Word count: 3 K

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Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…

Around November of 2020, England

“Matty- Oh my god!!“ 

The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind. 

Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.

It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.

Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.

After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything. 

Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.

Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.

It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually  comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.

For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.

 Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.

Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.

The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.

Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.

“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.

“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head. 

“So, you heard, huh?”

“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.

“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.

“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.

“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.

“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”

“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”

A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.

“What the hell can I do?” 

“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question. 

“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.

“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.

“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.

“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.

“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.

“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George. 

“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.

“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.

“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.

“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”

“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.

“But- “

“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.

They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.

Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.

Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.

Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.

When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.

Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.

Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.

For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.

“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question. 

“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.

“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.

“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.

“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.

“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.

“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.

“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements. 

A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”

“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.

“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.

“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.

“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.

Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied. 

Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.

“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.

“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.

“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”

“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.

“Matty-”

“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought. 

“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.  

“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.

“Matty!” Y/n said again.

“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation. 

The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.

Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.

“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.

“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.

“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”

“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”

“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.

“Bullshit!”

Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”

“Bullshit!”

“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty. 

“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.

“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.

“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.

“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“

“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought. 

“I know.”

“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.

“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.

“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.

“What?” he played dumb.

“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.

“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.

“Yes.” Y/n simply said.

“Okay, I understand. You can go.”

“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.

“But- “ he ignored her.

“But?”

“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.

“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.

“Can we hug?” he said very slowly. 

Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.

“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.

“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference. 

Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship. 

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Taglist: @hollybrislen

[autumnaaltonen]

How do you think alucard would react to a gen z humor? For example: would he enjoy tiktok and vine? Would he be confused by our memes? How would he react to our self-deprecating humor?

This will be a running theme in my fanficiton, so I'm all for this. Also, I am barely Gen Z, and continuously learn new slang from my students, so excuse the cringe 😅

In my personal opinion, Alucard very much gives supportive grandpa vibes.

He's happy to view whatever "KidToks", "YouViews", or "Bumblr" memes you shove in his face. He's not going to understand it, but he's happy to watch if it makes you smile.

He really loves BookTok for reading material when he's chillin in the dungeon, especially murder mysteries and modern fantasy.

When he first got a taste of your Vine-Vocab, he legit just thought that was the way you spoke.

Seras delivering you a birthday gift: "so you just gonna bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?"

Giving the Hellsing taskforce driving directions for their next mission: "Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does."

Joining him in the shooting range for target practice: "Don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side!"

When you eventually informed him it was from a dead meme-site that defined your generation, he was very impressed that you young-folk have such an extensive reference log to communicate with each other.

Like I said, grandpa vibes.

His favorite moments are when your Gen Z slang is directed at him. He has no idea what you're talking about, but he loves it cus it's you. You love it too, because you can use it to your advantage and flirt with him incognito.

"Alucard, I admire the 40s coat and sunhat drip, but it's a little camp these days. We really need to give you a glow up."

"I saw the footage from your last mission, and I have to say, you were an absolute snack. Totally bussin'."

"You high-key live in my head, rent-free, Alucard."

He enjoys your silly words. Such admirable youth.

But when it came to your self-deprecating humour, it was kind of 50/50 for him. He understands it with no issues, and as long as it wasn't too hurtful towards yourself, he thought it was hilarious.

"Sorry, demons! There’s no room inside me because I’m self-possessed." Hella relatable for him.

"I question my sanity a lot of times. Every now and then, it replies." He's like, "same."

You'd think he would enjoy it all, given his dark-humour streak. However, when you talk too poorly about yourself, it really puts a damper on his mood.

Even though he's a grandpa, we have to remember that Alucard is incredibly intelligent. So whenever you're shitting on yourself, he plays your game to his advantage.

You: "I'm the human equivalent of a typo."

Alucard: "But you'll always be my type."

Wait. What?

You: "If I remember correctly, the last time that I was someone’s type was when I was donating blood in the blood drive."

Alucard: "I had it for my dinner last week, it was one of the best bags I've ever drank."

Motherfucker. There more you try to put yourself down, the more creative he gets. It's like a ping-pong game of put-downs and affectionate counter-attacks.

You: "My life’s purpose is to be a cautionary tale for others."

Alucard: "I'll just have to be your happily-ever-after."

You: "I wouldn’t even settle for me, so why would you?"

Alucard: "Because we could be settling together in my coffin when we sleep."

You: "When I’m ready to sleep, I don’t bother checking if my foot is hanging off the end of my bed anymore. Come get me, demons."

Alucard: "Is that a proposition?"

You finally admit defeat, as your red cheeks and blood pressure could only handle so much.

Damn that sexy old man.

[cantthinkofauserlololol]

Condiment Frozen Yogurt

Chōta Segawa x Reader

!Warnings!: Language (like one swear word), some typos probably, You smoke in this, mention of rat carcasses.. thats all i think

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Working as an IT company worker in a 9:00-5:00 job was just painfully unfulfilling. You did nothing but sit through 5 hour meetings that you deemed irrelevant to you. If not, you'd hurt your ass from sitting on an office chair that was everything but comfortable.

Although, you couldn't complain about meetings when he was there.

Chōta Segawa. Your cubicle neighbor. Your sometimes break room seatmate. Your longtime crush, even though you've only had like 5 conversations.

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Today, like any other work day-- was uneventful so far. You woke up (you had thought about skipping work, but as tempting as that sounded, you wouldnt have anything better to do anyway), brushed your teeth, showered, ate breakfast, and you were on your way.

Now, you were sitting in your cubicle, playing solaire on your computer. You were about to win, not until your co-worker announced that there was an impromptu meeting.

Oh. My. God.

You groaned to yourself, not in the mood for another one of those impromptu meetings that would end up in you and your co-workers would have to overtime for.

Maybe skipping work wasnt so bad after all.

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Once you knew that the others were in the meeting room, you bolted to the empty hallways to get the hell out of there.

It was quiet, the only sound you could hear was your breathing and the light clacking of your office heels. You kinda liked it. You were lost in your own little bubble of peace when you didn't notice you were about to bump into someone, and that someone was the one and only. Chōta.

Your eyes lightly widened, and so did his. You both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, before you ran to the stairs, scared that he'd tell on you, unaware of the fact that he was walking in the hallways for the same reason as you.

It only boosted your fear when you saw that he was chasing you. You thanked the gods that you had longer legs than him.

Your legs couldnt take much more, especially when you were wearing those goddamn heels you despised so much, so you stopped in a nearby alley, were you took out your half empty cigarette box and your hello kitty lighter, and lighted up a long needed cigarette.

You closed your eyes in satisfaction as the smoke entered your lungs. You smiled in satisfaction. You hadn't had a smoke in a week.

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Chōta spent what felt like hours trying to find you. He assumed that you were skipping the meeting, like he was, but before he got the chance to ask if you wanted to spend your "break" with him, you made a run for it.

He didn't know why, but he chased after you, as if you were connected by a string, and he was afraid he'd get dragged on the floor if he didn't follow you.

Since you weren't anywhere inside the building, he assumed you where outside. He was right, and the corners of his mouth almost reached to his ears.

He finally had the courage to talk to you and ask you out-- well, who wouldn't after you've had to endure endless teasing from your friends about a girl you like at your work.

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You were-- again, lost in your own little world; you didn't notice that the sole person you had been running away from was 5 steps away from you

Your fight or flight reflex was awakened again when he tapped your shoulder, you almost went in to punch him.

Good thing you didn't; you saw his pretty face before you could possibly break his nose.

"Jesus-- you fucking scared me, Chōta " you chuckle lightly, putting the base of your palm in the hand that was holding your cigarette on your forehead.

His laughter, although you could sense it was nervous-- sounded melodious to your ears.

"Well- um- sorry for possibly freaking you out by chasing you, but i just wanted to ask if you maybe would like to hang out with me?"

Your eyebrows nearly was raised to your hairline. Those words were the last thing you expected to hear from him. You were surprised he had made a first move. You had a crush on him, but you weren't ignorant to the rumors that he was a virgin. Nonetheless, you said yes.

A peaceful silence went over the two of you. You liked it, basking in eachother's presence.

Unfortunately, you couldnt stay in the alleyway where there were probably rotting carcasses of rats, so you broke the precious silence.

"So, want to get some frozen yogurt? I heard this new place opened just this month." You turn to look at him, to see him looking back at you with a slight sparkle to his eyes.

"Of course! I heard they have condiment toppings! I have been dying to try them, but my friends seemed to disagree with the idea everytime i brought it-" He cut himself off. "You probably dont want to hear me gush about unusual frozen yogurt combinations.." He says, looking down, his palm rubbing against his nape.

"No no no, continue! Besides, I could use a little unusual in my boring life." You grin at him. You didn't know it was possible, but your smile got wider when you saw his eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

You let your cigarette fall to the ground before stomping on it. You offer you hand to him before saying "Shall we? I'm a little too curious for mustard frozen yogurt."

He eagerly takes your hand before dragging you out of the alley.

Who knew skipping a meeting could be this fun?

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid

Heyyyy it's me again. Yeah, hi.

So @buttmuncher77's earlier post about Davesport as parents got me thinking too much about it, and, well, let's just say I wasn't planning on writing 1k words of doting-father Dave, but here I am!

Is it cheesy? Yeah, probably!

Full text below the cut if links and tabs intimidate you (me too, bud)

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid

The two of them were stuffing child bodies into the dumpster out front. That was four bodies now. Just gotta get one more lone kid, should be easy enough.

But suddenly Dave’s neck whipped to the side as he stared at the corner of the building.

“Hold on one sec’.”

Jack shrugged and continued to push the boy’s corpse fully into the dumpster enough that it would close. But he suddenly heard a child-like yelp around the corner followed by a

“Gotcha!”

Dave held it up by the armpits from behind, but as he turned it around, his (metaphorical) heart unexpectedly melted while the scared girl nervously closed her tearing eyes from seeing her captor.

“Oh my god… you’re a me. You’re a me!”

The confused child chanced an open eye and saw a gigantic purple smile staring back at her. Terrified for her safety, she whimpered and intensified her struggle.

“Sportsy! Look what I got!” he said coming back from the alley.

“What, what do you– What… is that?”

The girl had purple skin.

“She’s a real live aubergine kid in the flesh! Reminds me o’ myself when I was her age! Isn’t she just neat?”

“That’s… wow.”

But Jack pulled out his knife.

“Welp, then let’s get number five over with–”

Dave dumped the kid on the ground in outrage to slap Sportsy firmly in the face.

“–OW!”

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“Wh-What!? Whaddya mean, a kid’s a kid!”

“Are ya outta yer mind!? She’s a living, breathing person!”

But the girl had made a run for it seconds ago.

“Oh no, you get back here!” He booked it after her.

Jack stood there next to the dumpster flabbergasted.

“Employee, THERE you are! What are you doing loitering out here by the dumps!? …a-and with a knife…?”

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“Look man, blame Ronaldo, he’s the one who sent me there for ‘ingredients’! The knife was just to cut off a slab of some of the meat.”

“Well never do ‘errands’ for Ronaldo ever again! Am I clear?”

“Yes, chef,” he said sarcastically.

“Right then. Back to work you go.” He waved him off.

“Now where the heck has Dave gone off to…”

But as he approached his office to check the cameras, he was met with Dave and some kid messing with the computer.

“What are you doing?”

“O-Oh, hey Scott!” He hurried his typing.

“What is a child doing in this employee-only space?”

“Didn’t you know?” The hurried typing intensified until he finished with a triumphant click after which he swiveled around to reveal a smug smile.

“It’s Bring-your-kid-to-work Day today. Or did ya miss the company-wide memo?”

“What.”

“See fer yourself!”

Sure enough, the company newsletter had a typo-ridden section about it being “brign your kid to word day (sic)".

“But how the heck do you have a kid!? There’s no way you’re a father!?” The concern in Scott’s voice was uncannily sincere.

“C’mon kid, lemme show ya the robots!”

He grabbed her wrist, and she complied, still greatly confused and terrified.

“Th-That’s not a good id– …wh-what…”

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“See kid? This one here’s a rabbit! Y’know, ‘hop hop!’ and all that? Eh?”

She was too intimidated by the 7ft faceless monstrosity towering over her to respond.

“Eggplant, my fucking face is gone.”

“Ah fuck off, rabbit. I wouldn’t give it to ya if I had it.”

“Ouch.”

“Alright, you seem bored, where should we go next?–”

“Dave.”

“Huh?”

“Saferoom. Now.”

“C’mon, who wants to see me n’ my pal dress up and dance?”

Jack smacked his own face as he marched toward the Saferoom hallway.

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“C’mooon, old sport, let’s keep her!”

“Dave, we’re child murderers! Not kidnappers! She’s seen too much, we can’t just–”

“How DARE you! You wouldn’t rat on us, now wouldya?”

The girl shuddered as two rotten faces suddenly turned toward her, but she vehemently shook her head.

“Y’don’t really talk much, do ya?”

She stared back.

“What’s yer name?”

She looked down in front of her feet.

“Dave, she probably has parents looking for her! O-Or some kind of authorities–?”

“Tah, no way Jose! She’s a tried and true street rat for sure!”

He knelt to pet her on the head with pride. She persevered through it as if her life depended on it.

“Well kid, if you’re gonna give us yer name, now’s the time t’speak up! Otherwise, we’re gonna name ya!”

“Dave, don’t get attached to it. Don’t name her.”

“Geez, I didn’t realize my partner here was such a heartless bitch!”

“Wh– WE KILL KIDS DAVE!”

“I don’t see what that has to do with you bein’ such an asshole to her!”

Jack was stunned into silence.

“Aright, Pruny, it’s just an hour and a half left of our shift, and then we’ll show ya your new home!”

“What new home!?”

“Yours, genius!”

“No! Take her home yourself!”

“Please, I hardly have what one would consider a ‘home!’ She deserves a warm, loving abode with a soft bed and food in the fridge! One like yours.”

“Fine, we’ll take her to an orphanage then!”

The girl let out a nervous gasp, and Dave was livid.

“You really are heartless. Why the fuck would you ever say that!?”

Startled, Jack decided remaining silent would be the best way to de-escalate Dave’s unexpected outburst.

“C’mon, Pruny, let’s go find that creepy ass virgin and get you a new shirt. Which robot ya want on it?”

“‘Pruny?’ C’mon, don’t be mean to the poor girl!”

“Whaddya mean? I think it’s a cute name! A cute name for an adorable little aubergine girl!”

Dave bent to pick her up and put her on his shoulders, and he was met with surprisingly little resistance from the confused girl as he did so.

Jack decided not to argue. Arguing would mean suggesting a better name of his own, and Jack would have enough sympathy to give her any other name than Pruny.

And he knew that that would be the first step to attachment.

(Chapter 2) ->

[yifftwiceplz]

do one every ten lines :)

🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

big fan of dave (yifftwiceplz) and dave (dj-shitslot) basically looking in a mirror at each other at all times, younger self in awe of "older" self (its just that dj is a guardian / has more responsibility) and older self looking back at younger self fondly. thats the good shit. they dont make shit like that anymore but we do like you pass your 13 year old self on the street and your gut reaction is to light up and say oh my god i love you and your 13 year old self is like holy shit, the parts of myself i always wanted to shine through are right there plain as day, we made it

🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

dave wakes up in the afternoon and mostly just lounges around for a few hours. due to his audhd and dysfunction he cant do Anything in any day unless 1. it was preplanned a week in advance 2. he has his obligatory four hour Do Fuck All time. where mainly he smokes weed and listens to music loud enough you can hear it across the house (even though he's wearing headphones). and then once he feels like a person he'll have breakfast, shower, brush his teeth etc and focus on work

😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

it's so hard to make dave angry. maybe it was easier in sburb but he's genuinely a very happy guy. i specifically decided to RP him after i saw that smile on daves face on the lilypad i thought. my guy can heal now. so mostly any time he gets mad it's probably just that he's overstimulated. which is nebulous and random and hard to predict and he tries to grit his teeth and not show it until he snaps, which isn't ideal but he hates looking sensitive or asking someone to back off him in terms of actual real true anger - i dont think he feels it. maybe for a brief moment if someones attacking his friends - only a moment because immediately following that he's got his body and sword between them

🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

this bitch cant drive. bro never drove; they lived at the top floor apartment in a walkable neighbourhood what good would a car do yknow? bro had the hoverboard for any long distance trips actually it would be so moe of him to start skating again maybe i should do that. but anyway mostly he walks everywhere he goes. he FREQUENTLY forgets he can fly because thats like... a super power to him. to be used during a fight. but a long fly doesnt work as well as a long walk to clear your head if you have attention issues and mildly dissociate. hed end up in tennessee

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

oh boy definitely the drinking is his worst habit. it's well-managed but sometimes gets out of hand which is HARD to recognize because dave does not typo when he's drunk. he says roxy is either weak or faking it. striders in general are high dexterity builds so it doesn't matter if his eyes work or if he's coherent - them fingers are gonna find the keys. but he's also a fun drunk! he and roxy share that trait where you get a little booze in them and it's a little easier for them to laugh and open up and be confident in themselves so dave is really good at playing off being totally wasted with being totally charming. and it leads to people letting him drink more than he should quite frequently. luckily karkat isn't as fond of drinking as he is and has a keen eye for when dave is too far gone

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

dave is very passionate about film/tv even with his limited "real" education on it, dude just has an eye for it. good editing / camerawork tickles him to death like in a reality show where the interviewee is oblivious to something and there's a slow camera zoom in... got him seal-clapping and kicking his legs in glee part of the reason he's always so busy and tired (which is hard to see because he's always online and blogging casually - that's just part of his process and he just responds to a couple things at a time) is he's such a perfectionist with his own videos. he will not hire an editor. no one understands his vision.

[12romy]

for the wip game : blush 😁

I realised I use that word WAY too much, so I actually had to chose between like 20 different extracts in my wips here... I found the word in three of my main wips, so here, enjoy! I decided to give you a bit more than just one sentence ;)

And sorry for the typos, it's not read-proofed x)

So, here's the first one, for I already know your name (the sebcharl time travel 2010 fic)

“Yeah, I mean, Jules and I are more than friends,” he said, shrugging, and saw a triumph illuminate Vettel’s face. “We grew up together, he’s like my brother,” he added, and Vettel lost his smile. “If what you were implying was that we’re dating, well, first of all, ewwww, I’m not into incest, and second, he’s completely straight.”

“And you’re not?” Vettel asked after the minute of silence it took him to regain his composure.

“What’d you think?” Charles smirked. “And what interest would I have in telling you anyway?”

“I don’t think you are,” Vettel shrugged. “Not that it matters.”

This time, Charles laughed out loud. “Well, that would be ironic if it did, you’re definitely the gayest out of the two of us.”

Vettel blushed a little, sputtered some incomprehensible words, and tried to deny it.

“Although, if it was a way to know if you have a chance with me, well, I guess you’ll have to find out by yourself,” Charles added, satisfied to see Vettel blush harder, and smiled to himself.

I win that round too.

Here is for Goodbye, World, (a feels-good fic with no plot just vibes sewis)

“Sweety, don’t let anyone give you shit for making that decision,” his mother said. “Or they’ll have to deal with me.”

“Thanks, mom,” Lewis said, feeling tears gathering in his eyes. His mom was the first one, beside Seb, to fully support him.

“So, this friend of yours… I hope they took good care of you,” she said, and Lewis could hear the implication in her tone.

“It’s not… It’s really just a friend, mom,” he scoffed, a light blush on his cheeks. Thank God no one could see him right now.

“Yes, yes, for now… How long are you staying there?”

“The whole year,” he confessed with a wince. His mom wasn’t going to let go, he knew it.

“Oooooooh, I see how this is,” she teased. “Must be a really good friend.”

“Mom!” Lewis whined.

“Alright, alright, I’ll let it go,” she capitulated, finally. “For now.”

And finally, for the Underground band AU (the fic doesn't have a title but this tells you enough about it...)

“Sorry about all the questions, Mr. Räikkönen,” he said once they were done. “That was a lot...”

“No, it’s good,” he shrugged. “It’s thoughtful. Call me Kimi, though.”

“Oh, okay,” Antonio nodded shyly once again. No, no, no, he was not going to blush just because Mr. Rai- no, Kimi, was a little bit nice. And handsome. And had a deep voice that made him shiver. Nope.

He stayed a little longer, playing with the kids, before bidding his farewell to the little family and leaving.

He was coming back the next day anyway to pick them up from school.

Going home in his tiny flat and cooking himself some dinner, he played the whole interaction in his mind again. Kimi was a bit rude, yes, and not very talkative, but he didn’t seem to be a bad person. If anything, Antonio was only more curious about him.

He realised by the end of his dinner that he had spent the entire time thinking about the man. Oh no, he was not going to get a crush, he swore to himself. Definitely not.

He spent a good part of the night with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

God, he was so fucked.

[winderlylandchime]

Just want to send you guys little moments that have happened in the last few days that for sure wouldn’t have without qaf. Just in case if you guys thought that maybe he has even one normal day/moment in his life. I am here to show you that you’re wrong. Anyway:

Our mom called him like 4 times which he didn’t answer. Finally when he called her back, she asked why didn’t he answer before to which he said ‘sorry mom, i was playing with Brian’ and my mom went dead silent and had the most scared look on her face and then just slowly went ‘please, please say you mean the cat.’

He went on a walk with the neighbor that watched qaf and he mentioned to him that he saw Gale on Criminal Minds. And the guy, i guess told him that Gale was on Desperate Housewives and the next thing I see out the window is a grown man trying to speed walk back home. And he barges in and goes ‘we gotta watch Desperate Housewives! Right now! Brian is there!’ And when I told him that he’s only in a few episodes in a later season, he went ‘fuck. So now I gotta watch that whole thing for a bit of Brian? That’s rude but I guess I gotta do what I gotta do’ so now he put DH on his watch list next.

Then he had a call with his therapist and I don’t know what they talked about but whatever it was, it lead to him bursting into my room going ‘do YOU think Brian would fuck me if given the chance?’ We got into an argument because I refused to answer. I mean what do i even say to that? But also i want to know what he asked his therapist with the way he emphasized the word ‘you’.

I was in a “meeting” (more like a catch up) like 2 days ago with my boss and a coworker (who thankfully have met my brother and are both cool) when this dude burst into my office to ask ‘when do you think Brian fell in love?’ He thinks it was before prom, he can’t make his mind up between 1x16, 1x18 or 1x20 he wants to say it was sooner but he doesn’t think so. But he thinks prom solidified it, which btw he said all that while still in the room and then when he noticed my laptop, he very, very slowly walked backwards and closed the door behind him.

Then I went to our local store (it’s like a tiny corner store or whatever) and when I was at the check out ready to pay, the guy working there goes ‘hey, i thought you only had one brother?’ And i confirm that yes, i onky got one, thank god. And then he goes ‘so who the fuck are Brian and Justin?’ And i felt like a deer caught in headlights. Turns out he’s been talking about them like they’re normal people, so the poor guy thought Justin was our little brother and Brian is his boyfriend/my brothers friend.

And my all time favorite one this week was the one that even made our mom laugh so hard she cried: an old lady that went to PT with him (after pt they have him on like some lasers or whatever to help the pain, so he’s laying on one of the beds and she’s on the other) she has heard him talk about Brian to the nurse(!!!) so many times that she actually thought Brian was his boyfriend. And he didn’t even realize it until she left her last session yesterday and before she left she went ‘sweetheart, leave that man, you deserve much better than what he gives you plus by the sound of it, he’s still hung up on his ex’ and my dumb brother sighed and went ‘yeah, i know- wait what’ and she waved and left. He couldn’t figure out if he gave off a certain vibe or was it how he talked/moved and she was just being a little ignorant about it or if all this Brian talk made an old lady think he’s gay. And when I didn’t answer bc idk what to say, he got into an argument with me again because and I quote ‘how dare you not know if I’m gay or not to other people.’ Oh and he texted our mom ‘do I seem gay?’ But he fucked up and wrote ‘seam’ so it changed the whole thing to ‘Am i gay?’ Mom’s response was ‘i don’t know hunny, maybe. Who knows at this point anymore’ it took him TWO HOURS to realize the typo/autocorrect and by then it was too late to fix it so he just gave up.

So i’d say living with my brother at the hight of his Qaf obsession has been going great.

Dear sweet anon! This has made me laugh so hard. Your brother is really in the mix of it all, isn't he?

my mom went dead silent and had the most scared look on her face and then just slowly went ‘please, please say you mean the cat.’ LOL. Because let's not have an adult man with a new imaginary friend who's a character on a long ago TV show.

I am so terrified of what he asked his therapist. I wish your brother was my client because I would just discuss the show for a session and get paid but now I'm imagining this happening to a therapist who has never seen QAF and how confusing it must be and how this therapist is probably consulting with other therapists to figure out how much to indulge this. (Btw has QAF come up in my own therapy? Yes, yes it has.)

As for when Brian fell in love - that is such a good question. I think I had an anon who asked me that. I think there's a meta post in your brother that is dying to be posted to tumblr.

Also everyone thinking Brian and Justin are other brothers or your brother's boyfriend or... the fact that your brother is not prefacing all of this with "this is a tv show and these are characters on the show" is just fandom brain. And it's hilarious. And the little old lady telling him to leave Brian? DEAD.

Mom’s response was ‘i don’t know hunny, maybe. Who knows at this point anymore’ is a great response to "am I gay" but also brother not realizing the typo/autocorrect is killing me.

You are a saint. Thank you for your service. This is incredible.

[actualbird]

merry xmas eve kuya zak!!!! sorry in advance if this is filled wiht typos i had my very first bottles of soju and san mig light tonight haha.

hope ur noche buena was fun <33 hope this year was good to u and i hope the next year is gonna b good to both of us

also if ur willing to divulge what was it first drinking experience like??? what did u drink and with whom and what did u feel the day after etc etc idk now that im tipsy i wan know how othe rpeople experience it

neway thank u for being here in general ur blog and ur fics brought me so much joy and im glad u made every wip and published fuc and every analysis and every silly and not so silly but sad headcanons

lotsa love !!!!

that one marikenyo In Ur Inbox All The Time

wahhh merry christmas, inbox-marikenyo :DDD!!! i saw this ask on christmas eve but during then i too was also drunk off a few cocktails and promptly passed out a little bit later orz

i had a great noche buena!! i kept falling into a food coma because i kept eating so much, as the lord intended <3 JHVSKJHFVSD. i hope you also had a great christmas eve and are having a lovely christmas day today ^w^

and as for ur q, my first Real drinking experience was at a party i went to on my last year of college actually in 2020 right before the pandemic hit omg, kinda "late" by some people's standards. i say Real drinking experience, cuz prior to that party i did drink sometimes, but never enough to get drunk!

at that party though, i was with my girlfriend and it was the party of her college org and i was continually handed drinks. i Definitely Got Drunk.

what did i drink? no idea. a mutual friend of my gf and i was mixing the drinks and i never ask whats in stuff, i just drink whatever tastes sweet enough or is drowned in enough soda that i can stomach the bitterness of whatever alcohol content is within.

how was i when i was drunk? the same way i am when i get drunk nowadays: absolute disaster jahsfvasfhasvkfjh. i tend to get loud and lose all my filter when im drunk. also clingy. two things i remember clearly at that party are

1 ) my girlfriend went to the bathroom and i sat on the floor texting another friend about how i missed my girlfriend So Much and i love her So Much. later, when my gf had to leave early before me, i loudly announced "IM GOING HOME, MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONE SO I DONT WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE"

2 ) i was talking to the mutual friend who was mixing the drinks and he was talking about how he plays billiards. i remembered how billiards gloves looked like (it's like a normal glove but two fingers are out in the open) and i said something along the lines of "oh my god so you wear the WHORE GLOVES. why are billiards gloves so fucking SLUTTY"

thats pretty much how i am when im drunk up to this day ajhfvajshf but i seldom drink enough to get to That point, basically only at parties since like, im not the one paying for the drinks LMAO. when i drink lots, i get drunk. but when i drink little, i just get sleepy.

and when i drink enough to get drunk, the next morning always has me regretting Every Decision Ive Ever Made because i always...always....forget to drink water the night before....people around me try their Best to hydrate me while im drinking, but i get stubborn and forgetful and when im handed water i just put it down instinctively and look for something sweeter and usually with alcohol in it and im caught in a vicious cycle that ends with a fuckoff terrible hangover

but it's nothing a soft boiled egg breakfast cant fix HAHA

hope that answered ur q :DDD!! and thank you for the well wishes and the kind words ;v; im really glad that the stuff i make here can bring joy, and i really hope i can make more things in the future

sending u all the love too, inbox marikenyo!!!

[flowerisevil]

Hiii can I send in a request for daemon? Maybe him and the reader having a fight and he says something hurtful in the heat of the moment and makes reader accidentally cry? He feels super sad and tries to make it up to her? With a happy ending please :)

Unblessed| reader x Daemon Targaryen.

a/n: hope you like it, english is not my first language or expect for grammatical errors and also typos, i made a bit twist another reminder that I may not be able to answer all of your requests sorry.

part two

trigger warning: domestic abuse

It's been a year since you have married Daemon, you left your life to be with him and you can say its one of the best thing you did though there was a one problem, the gods haven't bless you any children yet. You visited different Maesters from different places but they can't find a way why this is happening to the both of you.

The people from the Keep whisper that maybe you're the problem and say how unlucky Daemon is to be wed to you and how you can't give him heirs.

Now you're here in the Keep while you're husband is somewhere away doing his job its only been weeks since he left, you felt so lonely without him, the only one you can talk here is either the Queen or her daughter Helaena, Rhaenyra and her family left to Dragonstone and it didn't bother you since you both aren't really closed.

"It must be very hard is it?" You turned around and saw the King's Hand, Otto Hightower behind you he was also looking at the view of lake outside the balcony..

"Is what hard?" you asked.

"Not being able to do your job as a wife" Otto stated and slowly turned his head at you, "Not being able to give your dear husband heirs" he continued.

Your jaw clenched but you remained silent you tried your best to stop yourself from punching this man in front of you, good thing he decided to leave you alone but before he can disappear he spoke again.

"Even I would understand your husband why he chose to bed common whores than you" was his last word as he completely vanished from your eye.

Did you heard that right? Was that the reason why he's always away? he fucked whores behind your back?

No Daemon loves you, he literally married you in their house tradition he would never do that.

You tried to cheer yourself but you remembered what's Daemon true color is, he wasn't like this before the both of you met, he crave for different women's cunt, he is a man with a lot of needs, and no one cam ever stop him from that, perhaps even his own wife.

You keep overthinking what the King's Hand told you that day and soon enough there were rumors spreading around the Keep that your husband was seen in one of brothels in Pentos.

It even reached the King you can't looked at him without getting embarrassed.

"It said here your Grace that the Prince visited one of his former whores, Mysaria a lady from Essos" the messenger continued.

Mysaria.

Of course, you knew her, she was a big part of Daemon's life now it was clear as sky what your dear husband is doing whenever he's away and doing his "job".

"Stop that now and go" she heard Viserys said.

Him and the Queen both looked at you, you just looked down you're ashamed about your husband's actions, you're even ashamed how you really thought that he would be patient with you, that he would change for you.

"I will write a letter to him and make him come back by tommorow, we can't just believe to some rumors" Viserys defended him, you can see how the Queen beside him rolled her eyes.

You smiled "He can do whatever he wants there your Grace I don't care, I have done my part as a dutiful a faithful wife and that's all I can offer now" and excused yourself.

You walked your way through your chamber and cried, you throw everything in your room, books,  goblets, jewelry literally everything.

You heard knock after knock but you didn't care you didn't opened the door and they can't get inside either because you had it locked. You grew tired and break down on your knees, you felt dizzy and suddenly everything went black.

You opened your eyes when you felt something cold contacting with your skin, you opened your eyes and saw the Queen wiping your forehead with a cold wet cloth, you tried to stood up but Alicent pushed you back.

"Rest..." she said and smiled a bit.

"What happened?"

"You've been unconscious for four days, and we can't open your door but Ser Criston Cole climb the castle all the way to your window and saw you lying on the ground, we tried to call the Maesters but there's no available until today so please rest and wait for them" she explained, you saw Criston at the corner of your room staring at you pity was written all over his face.

"Another thing.." you looked at the Queen who spoke  but it was interrupted when a knight entered the room.

"Your Grace, Princess..." the knight greeted and bow for respect.

"Prince Daemon asked for her wife's presence,,  he's in the meeting room" he continued.

You frowned and looked at the Queen she was closing her eyes and sigh and looked at her, you scoffed and remove your blanket to face your husband but the Queen stopped you

"Rest princess, let him come here-"

"No I want to see him" you insisted and forcefully pulled Alicent's hand away from you, Criston blocked your way when you were about to leave your room.

"Let me through" you pulled the collar of his armor, you're mad not to them but to your husband and they surely want to be involve of your wrath right now.

Criston looked at his Queen and when he saw that she nodded in approval Criston stepped back.

You walked through the halls fury also walking beside you, the sound of your shoes echoing in the halls as you walk fast when you reached the room you opened it unannounced and you didn't expect the amount of eyes that looked at you. You knew that you interfered their meeting or other important thing you supposed to be ashamed but your anger chose otherwise. Viserys sensed the atmosphere you brought in the room and instantly ordered his men to leave the room they all looked at you as they walked past but you didn't care.

"My dear wife-" Daemon's smile faded when your palm said hi to his face.

"How dare you show up here" you calmly said but your tone was pure venom even Viserys flinched at your sudden burst, you who truly love and cherish his brother is now looking at him with pure anger.

"What? you do not wish to see me?"

"Oh yes I don't, after all the news that arrived to me, job huh? what kind of job you're having with Mysaria? or your whores?" you screamed and it already alerted Viserys he stood up waiting for the right time to stop both of you.

"My wife I am not in the mood now to fight with you I am tired and all of this are just rumors" he said as he softly caress your shoulders but you pulled away.

"Is it Daemon? Cause you proved yourself many times of how unworthy you are, do you have any idea how embarrassed I am? people are looking at me with either pity or disgust!"

"People have always something to say, and I was away for my job wife" Daemon's voice also rose a bit.

"Tell me does she make you feel good? Mysaria? does she satisfy your needs?" you asked, you're looking down to your feet you don't want him to see you crying.

"We always keeps having this conversation! over and over again! when will you ever trust me!" Daemon bursted out and throw his sword to the side so his gold cloak.

You just cried there still looking down, you're both tired physically and mentally. 

"I just want to know the truth Daemon..." you said that turned into a whisper, you looked around and realized that Viserys already left. "Did you sleep with other women when you're away?" you added, and looked up to your husband.

"Perhaps I should've just stay there" he replied with pure anger.

"Perhaps I should've just married a different man" you replied.

Daemon looked at your direction, you were about to walked out when he grabbed your arm very hard.

"How dare you tell that to me when you can't even be a dutiful wife"

"I have been a dutiful wife Daemon! and a faithful one! what more do you want? what does your whores have that I fucking don't-"

"Atleast they can bear me my child you useless woman!" he pushed you your back landed on the edge of the table.

You looked at him with wide eyes, processing the words that came out from his mouth, is bearing his child what all matter to him?.

You slapped him hard that his nose bled.

"I tried my best..." you whispered. "Fuck you Daemon" you added and leave.

Before you can even walked out the room you felt dizzy you stopped your tracks to steady yourself, you felt Daemon's caressing your back.

"Get off of me" your said in monotone and pushed him.

"Please let me..."

"No! Fucking get off of me!!" your snapped at him, tears escaped your eyes faster now, even you you're cursing yourself somewhat that maybe if you had just bear him a child nothing of this would happen.

"The gods knows how many times I cursed and blame myself for my condition, and I understand your reaction because of this but also I would never tolerate this action of yours, so I hope you'll understand my decision" You looked away, when he softly grab your cheek you can't look into his eyes, the eyes that made you fell for him, those eyes that once looked you with love, he wiped your tears.

"I'm sorr-"

"I want an annulment with you" you cut him off.

You can see his eyes widened, Daemon hugged you and shook his head, he cannot lose you the only person who truly understand and keeps up with him, the only woman who he truly love.

"No no no, my love please...." he pleaded, you pushed him away but his hand hold your hand.

"I didn't mean to say that but I know it's not enough and not reasonable to throw that words to you, I'm scared to lose you" he admitted.

"Scared to lose me? yet you slept with other women while you're away, how did you expect me to react Daemon? Throw a fucking fiest for you?!"

"I didn't sleep with anyone (Y/N) I promise..." he was crying, the tears that flow down on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by you.

You shook your head, and pulled away before leaving the room, you didn't care if he was telling the truth or not, you're marriage is now shattered.

You spend two whole days in your room, crying yourself to sleep no one bothered you and you are thankful for that you wrote a letter for the King about the annulment you want with your husband you just hope it will turn well.

On the other hand Viserys called for his brother at the throne room and your husband attended, not uttering a word yet when his brother, the King punched him in the face Viserys ordered his guards to hold his brother.

"What is this?" Daemon asked confused of his brother sudden rage.

Viserys show a piece of parchment to his face with your handwriting stating that you want to annul your marriage with him.

"You've lost her now brother, congratulations" Viserys sarcastically said "I'm so tired defending you my whole life now you're own wife also had enough with you, I'm not going to favor you anymore I will grant her request you don't deserve someone like her" he continued and turned his back at his brother.

"Don't.....brother please! The rumors are all false I already told her that!" he defended.

"Then why is she requesting this then? Your wife is a kind woman she would've believe everything you say to her and if you're saying the truth she wouldn't write this to me!" The King yell and throw the piece of parchment to Daemon's face.

Daemon knew the reason, the real reason. He hurted you with his words he didn't mean it but still he shouldn't spoke like that to you, now he's already losing you.

"Just let me talk to her brother"

"She doesn't even wanna see you"

"Then I'll find a way to talk to my wife!" his shout echoed to the room, he's already panicking inside because of your request now his own brother is going against him, he can't lose you god forgive him of what he will do if you ever leave him.

"You don't have the right to decide for my marriage!"

"I'm not the one who decided for your marriage brother, it's your wife. I'm just granting it" Daemon can read the disappointment on his brother's face but he didn't care, he never care for what his brother have to say.

"Then don't, if you granted our annulment Viserys, I'm telling you. You will see the real reason why people call me Rogue" he spat, the guards was alarmed their gripped to him tighten, the King can have his head for saying a such threat.

"Go, Let me see, let your Lady (Y/n) see..." Viserys challenged him, Daemon forcefully pushed the guards away from him and leave the room.

You're already packing your clothes with the help of your handmaidens, you already sent a letter to your father that you will go back to your home thankfully they approved and didn't asked more further questions, you flinched when the door of your chamber slammed opened revealing Daemon, you looked at him confused before gesturing your servants to leave both of you alone.

"I didn't remember your inviting to my chamber" you spoke.

"I'm your husband and this is our chamber" you scoffed to his reply.

"Not after the King approved our annulment" you answered and go back on fixing your clothes, you squealed when he tossed all of things and clothes to the ground, it was all over the floor. You looked up to him to argue but instead he kneeled in front of you and hugged your waist.

"Do not leave me...." he softly whispered, his head down refusing to look at you, you chewed the insides of your cheeks to contain the tears that's threatening to fall.

"Daemon..." you tried to push him away but he only gripped tighter.

"Please my love I'm begging do not leave me, I'll do anything you want if you want I'm not going away anymore I will stay with you wherever you are, I will always be on your side just please do not leave me" he was sobbing and it breaks your heart but you know that even how many times he would apologize it wouldn't change the fact that he still wants and need an heir soon which is you can't give him.

"I can't give you a child Daemon, it's better if we just separate and you find a woman who can bear you a child" you stoke the hair on top of his head, his beautiful white hair.

"I don't care about a damn child, I don't care if you can give me or not I just need you, just you and if you're still doubting about the rumors I can let you talk to Corlys he will assure you that I didn't go to any whore house, I was with him the whole week" you helped him to get up and he instantly cupped both of your cheeks.

"Daemon can't you see? I am not normal it would be a big shame to you that you married someone like me"

"I said I don't care! I just need you if you're scared of what they will say about me, you or us then let's run away we can go somewhere and live together we can  adopt a child or do anything we want" he pressed his forehead to you and held both of your hands "......just be with me please? I am sorry for all the things I said I really didn't mean it"

You smiled and nod you kisses his hand and cupped his face "We don't have to run away, you don't have to run away" you said, same as Daemon you also just need him and only him you wouldn't care about what the others would tell you anymore.

"Don't leave love...." he pleaded.

"I won't do not worry..."

He half smiled and kissed your lips,

This is enough for him, you and him together is enough and he couldn't ask for more.

[confessionbrain-writings]

Check, please? - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part one)

Summary: You work with your bestie at a bar when you spot Henry drinking with his mates. Both of you are a fan of him and his work, you quickly share your thoughts about him. What you didn’t know was that he overheard you…

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings:  Swearing, maybe implied smut? Furthermore none

Word count: approx. 1,6k

A/N: Hi there babes. I wanted to try to write something shorter than I did so far so here this one goes. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome! [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

“No you didn’t! You are fucking lying you bitch!” You half whispered half shouted at Jenny, her eyes so wide and big you could see the whites around her irises. She squeezed your hands again which she held in a tight grip. 

“I shit you not and swear it on my most expensive vibrator. Henry fucking Cavill is drinking out there with his mates!” She hissed and glanced over her shoulder and you followed her gaze. Holy mother of shit balls.

The handsome man with his godlike body, sharp jawline and bright sky-blue eyes, who you’ve been fantasizing about since seeing him at first in The Witcher (after that in loads of movies) and had now enveloped this massive crush on, was indeed drinking with his mates at the table in the corner of the pub where you and Jenny worked.

As you gaped at him you squeezed your co-workers hands back and squealed with your mouth closed so the customers at the bar couldn’t hear your little freaking-out-fan-girl moment. 

“Okay Jojo, keep it together,” she breathed as you straightened your back, “he’s just a normal person, just like us, just out drinking with his mates.” You narrowed your eyes and nodded as she brushed her hands down on her thighs.

“Yeah duh, totally fine. It’s just a person who also happens to be Geralt of Rivia, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, August Walter and all the other cuntpuddling characters!” You hissed and Jenny snorted loudly at your statement and you shook your head. “Keep telling that yourself Jen, but I’ll definitely be having trouble to keep my mind sane.”

—

It was a crowded evening which thankfully took your mind off from wondering and fantasizing about the handsome man too much. The brief moments you could glance his way you saw him sipping his drink and having conversations with his friends which were joyful as you could tell by his smiles and gleaming eyes. Even when you had turned your back at him while preparing an order you could hear his bright, broad laughter rumble all the way across the bar which gave you goosebumps.

Jenny coming around the bar to bring in the empty glasses or to retrieve your prepared orders kept lingering a few moments so you could have a small chat and exchange both of your thoughts and fantasies. 

“Oh but what about that moment Geralt was in the brothel and fucked that woman for three days straight!” Jenny whispered and you nodded at her, recalling the image of him as Geralt, laying in that bed all greasy and sweaty and only covered by a thin sheet. 

While drying a wine glass in your hand you replied, “Oh how I wish I was that woman…” 

She shook her head and sighed. “I know right! Imagine all the things he would do with you and that for three whole fucking days.”

“What about the bathtub scene in Superman? If he would do that to me the bath would only be filled half with water and the other with my arousal,” you smirked as you filled another tray with drinks for Jenny to serve.

“Ha my God, Joanne you filthy, thirsty bitch,” Jenny playfully smacked your arm while she returned your smirk. 

“Let’s not forget the August arm pumps in Mission Impossible tho,” she said and you gasped as you turned your back at her to fill two glasses of wine.

“Ah shit, yeah. That was hot. Talking about arms, that video of him putting that pc together. My. My. I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart!”

You half turned to place the glasses of wine onto the tray when you saw that Jenny’s eyes went wide, her brows rose as she bit her lip, trying to hide her smile as she glanced behind you. Your brows furrowed at her expression and then felt the blood drain from your face as you felt someone’s presence behind you.

Oh no. Please don’t tell me -

“Uh hi, can I have the check, please?” You knew that voice. You’ve heard it so many times by now that you could’ve dreamed it. You whirled around so fast your head spun for a moment and there he was. Shit. You were sure that he had heard the two of you talk or at least what you said about allowing him to take you apart…

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could even think. “Oh fuck me…”

He raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms over his broad chest as you quickly cleared your throat. 

“Hi! Yeah of course!” Your voice suddenly two octaves higher and from the corner of your eyes you could see Jenny quickly making her way back into the bar with the tray of drinks, leaving you alone to handle with this awkward situation, the bitch.

Handing him the check you tried to keep your breath steady as your heart hammered in your chest and took him in. You knew that he was tall and big, but standing now so close towering over you as he scribbled his signature on the check made your insides turn into liquid. The denim shirt hugged his body in all the right places, bracing his muscular biceps and showing a bit of his curly-haired-covered chest due the unbuttoned top. 

He cleared his throat which made you snap up your gaze and realized he caught you staring. Great.. fucking great. First he overheard you and now caught you drooling over him, way to go Joanne..

He put the pen down and shoved one hand into his pocket. You crinkled your nose while holding your breath as you could feel the heath scorch back, flushing your cheeks. 

“Look I don’t know what you exactly heard but I’m really sorry about what I said, that was not appropriate.”

A chuckle escaped his mouth as he eyed you down. “Don’t worry about it…” he cocked his head, waiting for your response.

“Joanne,” you answered.

“…Joanne,” he parroted and just stared. “You’re cute. I’ll take it as a compliment.” You swallowed and smiled at him and felt the creeping awkwardness ease from your stomach.

“Good, you should because it is a compliment, even when it was… kind of inappropriate.” 

The familiar rumble of his laugh reached your ears and you had to suppress a shudder from running down your spine. 

He returned your smile and shoved the check your way and as you reached out for it to pull it towards you he halted your movement by placing his hand over yours and stared at you.

You almost yelped at the feeling of his warm, big hand covering yours and the intensity of his stare. The stare of Henry fucking Cavill, you couldn’t believe it. He was standing right there, right before you, his hand covering yours. Heart pounding aggressively in your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins, heat coiling in your stomach as you stared right back. You were already impressed by him by just seeing him on a screen but having him standing so close in real life, touching you, you froze like a deer in headlights.

His oh so handsome lip curled up as he leaned forward. Hypnotized by him you mirrored his action and watched him. 

“You know, speaking of inappropriate, I would love to take up on your offer…” His deep voice now only just above a whisper so only you could hear it. The hairs in your neck stood right up and you felt like your heart would jump right out of your chest. Offer? What offer did he—

He saw your questionable face and tapped the check. “Just let me know,” he winked at you and went back to his friends who were already at the door waiting for him. 

Your eyes were glued to him, still frozen onto the spot while your mind tried to keep up with what happened. Just before he left he glanced over his shoulder, smirked and winked again just before he stepped over the threshold.

The tightness in your chest eased as you released a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and wiped your forehead.

What the fuck did just happen?! Did it happen? Were you dreaming? Still a bit shocked you looked down at the check to find out he wrote something beside his signature.

You had to be fucking kidding me right now. Scribbled next to his signature was the name of the hotel around the corner and a number which you guessed was the number of his room. Eyes widening your hand flew to your chest as your offer chimed in your head.

I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart.

Jenny walked- well more likely almost ran - back to the bar and slammed the empty tray onto the bar. “Girl!” She breathed and took in your shocked face.

“Oh my God, what did he say? Are you okay? You look..”

“I think he invited me to his room,” you interrupted and looked at the check beneath your hand. 

“WHAT!” She bursted out and quickly covered her mouth and apologized to the people around. 

“No way! You’re going?” Her eyes were just as wide as they were when she announced that she spotted him.

Still a bit shocked you shook your head and stared back, “I… I don’t know?”

“Oh Jojo, I’m sorry, that sounded like a question. You’re going.”

For a split second you just stared at each other in silence and then a broad smile appeared on both of your faces, words sinking in. 

“Oh fuck yeah, I’m going."

A/N 2: follow up can be read right here 👉 Consequences🔥 [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

[havecourage-darling]

Firsts: I love you

First I love you.

Part 3 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< First panic attck, part 2 || First song, part 4 >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 7.4K

warnings: cursing, poorly written (i tried lmao) light ish smut, S4 spoilers at the end

A/N: y'all are really killing me with your comments, asks, and messages. thank you so, so much! this one got away from me so there's bound to be typos. Eddie might also come off as ooc a little in some parts, whenever I write from his POV I can get a little lost lol hope you like it!

Eddie knew very early into his relationship that he loved you. It was just a fact of his life.

The sun was bright, jocks were morons, his campaigns were unbeatable, Metallica was music from the Gods, and…he loved you. Fuck, did he love you.

He loved the way you smiled in the mornings when he was the first thing you opened your eyes to, excited to see him. He loved your scent, Jesus fucking Christ, did you smell good. He loved the little noises you made whenever he kissed the base of your neck, a sharp inhale like you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. He loved how you spoke – about anything. Your classes, the news, the book you’d read in class, shit, the weather. The way your eyes brightened and your hands moved passionately, accidentally smacking into him half the time, as you included him on whatever ran through your mind.

He loved how bold you were, how you never failed to match his sarcasm and teasing, how even if you could swear with the best of them, you’d get flustered at sweet compliments. He loved how it didn’t matter where you were, and who was watching, every time you saw him, you’d completely light up. Unabashedly kiss him in stores, at the movies, in front of your friends, at work – anywhere. Like he was something to be proud of.

For how simple, and easy, it was to fall in love with you – he couldn’t say the words.

Now, in his defense, he didn’t exactly know how. Ugh, he rolled his head until it smacked against the wall.

His family wasn’t exactly what one would consider normal. He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. His mother had been sick for as long as he could remember. She’d have good days, and those days were great. But the bad days were filled with him calling his uncle because his mom hadn’t gotten up from her bed in days and he didn’t have any mac and cheese left and he was hungry.

His Uncle Wayne had been the only constant in his life. His father had gone out to work when Eddie was five and hadn’t come back. He knew, out of all his sob story, that was the part that angered you the most. He loved watching you get so indignant on his behalf, your eyes flashing furiously. No matter how much he’d assured you that his father was a wound that had already scarred over, you would always be ready to fight for him. Another reason why he loved you.

Love…hadn’t come easily in his life. His mother had been the only person who ever said it to him and after she died, there was no one left. He knew Wayne loved him – he had to; Eddie had put him through too much shit for him not to – but no one had said it out loud in a long time.

Which is why it felt like someone had dropped a fucking anvil on his throat the second he came anywhere near close to saying it to you.

“Eddie?” Your voice brought him out of his head.

He snapped his head up and watched as you ran a hand down the new dress you’d bought earlier today. “What do you think?” You asked, looking down at yourself, unsure.

“Are you kidding?” He snorted, making his once over obvious, and delighting in the flustered expression that followed. “You’ll be the hottest girl at the party.”

A smile blossomed onto your face, lighting you up from within and Eddie felt his pathetic heart try to claw its way out his chest. It didn’t belong to him anymore and the longer it took him to say those stupid three words, the harder his heart seemed to fight him.

“Are you ready?” You asked, stretching out your hand to him.

Eddie smiled, hopped off your bed, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

Home. You felt like home.

His heart jabbed him once more and he ignored it again. “Come on hot stuff,” he said, “we’ve got a college party to go to.”

Eddie had started to get a little nervous on the ride over. He usually was the one to drive you both places but you’d insisted on driving. You wanted him to be able to drink if he wanted, and you weren’t much of a drinker – Halloween night aside. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Eventually, when you arrived, you’d given him a long kiss and took one in yours. He shoved the other one into his leather jacket and let his usual persona take over.

“I promise,” you said, seeing under the mask, “it’s a small party. I know almost everyone who’s coming and they’re all really cool people. Steve said he’d try to make it but he had a shift.”

“God forbid Harrington miss a party,” Eddie joked, biting back a laugh when you rolled your eyes. You pulled him into the large dorm suite. The lights were dimmed low, most people wearing glow sticks around their necks. You grabbed a few from the entrance table and stuck one in his upper pocket. Eddie snapped his teeth at your fingers and you grinned.

“Come on, let’s introduce you to a few people. I’ve been talking about you all semester,” you said, brightening.

Bracing himself for the usual distain, Eddie was a little floored when all your classmates welcome him warmly. He met too many people to remember but they all had friendly smiles and interesting stories. There were theater majors, pre-med students, engineers, foreign exchange students, and every single one of them seemed genuinely excited to meet him. A few of them teased you, wondering if ‘that perfect boyfriend of yours really existed.’

Eddie almost burst out into laughter then. Perfect and Eddie didn’t belong in the same sentence.

At one point, you’d grabbed him a beer and pulled him towards a loveseat in the corner. An Asian girl sat, twirling a straw absently, her eyes darting around a group of people nervously.

“Hi you,” you said, greeting her happily. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, well, Brian insisted, you know how he gets,” she said, eyes catching Eddie’s. “Oh my God, is this the mythical boyfriend?”

“Why did everyone think I was lying? How the fuck would I have given myself those hickeys you all gave me shit for?”

“Listen, I’m not judging, you could’ve been out there living your life – he just seemed a little too good to be true,” she grinned widely, reminding Eddie of a Cheshire. “Hi, by the way, I’m Angela. Your girlfriend’s favorite classmate this semester.”

“I’m Eddie,” he said, shaking her hand.

“I’ve heard,” she said, tone suggestive as she ran her gaze down his body. You groaned to the side of him, slapping your hand to your head and Angela laughed. Eddie grinned, he liked her. “Calm down, astronauts could see he’s only got eyes for you. You’re both disgustingly cute.”

Eddie sat down next to her at your urging and pulled you into his lap.

“Ooh, Angie, tell Eddie what club you started on campus,” you said, grinning down at Eddie.

“Ah, yes,” Angela said, “I hear I’m in the presence of another dungeon master.”

Eddie straightened, his eyes coming back to hers and she laughed. “No shit?” Eddie said. “I started a club in our school too. It’s where we met, kind of.”

“You play?” Angela asked, brows rising up.

“No,” you snorted, “I do not have the mental capacity. Eddie has tried – Dustin has tried. Shit, I think Lucas and Mike have tried. It doesn’t stick. I’m a great cheerleader though.”

“She is,” Eddie laughed, kissing your jaw.

“Ugh, you’re going to make me sick,” Angela teased. You rolled your eyes but he felt your hand squeeze his arm three times. He looked up at you but you were lost in the conversation.

Angela talked about her current campaign and the group she played with, offering him a spot if he wanted one. Eddie explained what he was planning – he had a major campaign coming up before spring break and he was sure his team was going to cream themselves. He went to turn to you but blinked when he realized you’d disappeared. Eddie straightened, not having noticed that you’d gotten up and left, his eyes glancing around the room.

“Henderson’s by the food,” Angela said, pointing you out to him. When he caught your eye, you were mid-bite and nodding along to something the theater major was saying. You smiled brightly at him and scrunched your nose. He smiled back at you, heart skipping, and turned back to Angela.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly at her look.

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” Angela said, sighing. “I wish I had what you two do. It seems nice, you know?”

Eddie’s eyes trailed back to you as you threw your head back and laughed, your hand coming up to hide your smile. He nodded. “I want to say we’re not usually like this…” he said, smiling at the memory of the heated kiss as you’d parked the car outside.

Angela grinned. “But you both can’t keep your hands off each other and you’re head over heels in love?” She rolled her eyes, completely unaware at the panic that had surged in him. “It’s alright, rub salt into the wound.”

“Come on, there’s gotta be someone you’ve got your eye on,” Eddie laughed, shaking off his panic, watching her face turn an alarming red and her eyes darting to the left side of the room.

“No,” she said, unconvincingly.

Eddie followed her gaze and grinned when he saw a tall black girl with long braids swaying to the music. Her eyes were closed and she had one arm up in the air as she twirled around.

“What’s her name?”

“Sienna,” Angela said with a wistful sigh. “I’m bisexual.”

Eddie glanced back at Sienna. “Is she interested?”

“I have no idea,” Angela groaned, dropping her face into her palms. “She’s in my organic chemistry class and she sat next to me in our first semester. She’s just – she’s got the prettiest fucking smile. It’s like I can’t breathe around her and I stumble over my words, it’s mortifying.”

“I get that,” he said, taking a long sip of his beer.

“You?” Angela huffed. “You’ve got Henderson as a girlfriend and look like you just walked off a stage at a rock concert.”

Eddie laughed so hard he almost snorted beer out his nose. “You’re hilarious, I’m literally called Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “High School is a shitshow. People who peaked then end up trapped in a marriage with a cheating partner, two point five kids, and a dog that prefers your neighbors.” She took a deep drag of her cigarette. “And a shitty job.”

“You know, Angie, I like you,” Eddie said, laughing. Is this what it felt like to have people not judge him before he’d even opened his mouth?

Angela winked. “Back at you, Freak.”

A warm hand trailed across Eddie’s shoulders and a familiar voice cut through the music. “You two seem to be getting along.”

“Why’d you hide this one from us for so long?” Angela asked, snuffing out her cigarette. “I’m this close to stealing him from you.”

You laughed, carting a hand through Eddie’s hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “I’ll give him to you for your notes for Psychology,” you said, “and a week’s worth of your famous cookies.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I’m worth at least two weeks’ of baked goods.”

Angela squinted. “Chocolate cake and test notes only.”

You shook your head. “No deal!”

Angela snapped her fingers. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for friends, Munson, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Might be for the best,” he said with a pointed look to the dancing girl.

Angela blushed and you leaned in. “Oh, secrets already, come on – tell me!”

“Sienna,” Angela sighed.

“She’s here?” You straightened and followed where Eddie had glanced. “Please, please, let us find out for you. She’s in my American Classics class and she’s amazing.”

“You’re both as subtle as a bus,” Angela snorted.

The song faded into a new one, couples bouncing onto the makeshift dancefloor. Eddie heard the familiar guitar notes and dramatically groaned when you snapped to look at him.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

“Oh, Eddie, please,” you plead, widening your eyes and sticking your lower lip out.

“Go on, dance with your girlfriend.” Angela waved you both off.

“He loves this song,” you told her, pulling him up. Eddie shot you a narrowed look and Angela laughed.

“I didn’t have you pegged for a Fleetwood Mac guy,” she said, lighting another cigarette.

“It’s our song,” you said, winking at Eddie. He hated the fact that his entire chest felt like it would burst at your smug look.

“Of course, it is,” Angela groaned, tossing her head back. “You both disgust me, go be romantic somewhere else.”

Before Eddie could protest, you’d dragged him to the center of the mass of swaying bodies. You turned around, pressing your back to his front and he immediately brought his arms around you. He leaned his chin over your shoulder and smiled when you shivered.

“This isn’t our only song,” he said into your ear, “you’re giving me a bad rep with my new friends.”

“Methink thou doth protest too much,” you whispered back, squeezing his arm and swaying with him. “You agreed to a truce. This and KISS.”

He had, because how could he not with you?

“I know you know the words,” you said, nipping at cheek. “I know you can sing, I've heard you.”

Eddie sighed, pretending to put up a fuss to see you roll your eyes. Hiding his grin in your hair, he flipped you around and pulled you into his chest.

“You better make it soon, before you break my heart,” you sang softly, your eyes softening when he looked down at you.

Fuck. He wanted to drown in you.

“Oh I, I wanna be with you everywhere,” he sang to you, relishing in the grin that split your face. He smiled and kissed you, because there would never be a version of him who didn’t give you what you wanted. You smiled up at him, your eyes roaming around his face before you cupped his cheek. Eddie nipped at your palm playfully, your eyes flashing.

I want to be with you everywhere

“Thank you for coming, I know this isn’t your favorite thing to do,” you told him and Eddie’s chest clenched. He pulled you tighter against him and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, princess, for not coming the other times,” he said, “your friends are cool, I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”

“Because you’ve never known anything but judgmental assholes on an ego trip. They don’t get you, not the way I do – the way these people could,” you said, frowning in indignation for him. Eddie’s heart all but stopped. Shit, he loved you so much he could explode with it.

I want to be with you everywhere

The words climbed up from his heart, to this throat, and stalled at his mouth. He exhaled, frustrated, and kissed your forehead instead. “Besides, they’re our friends now. Angie and Carlos said they’d come to your gig next week!”

“Really?” He asked, rearing back his head. His inner turmoil taking a backseat.

“Yeah,” you said, beaming. “I think Carlos’ girlfriend had actually heard you guys before. She said you were good and now he’s convinced he’s gotta come check it out. I wouldn’t be surprised if Angie’s D&D group came too.”

You motioned for him to get closer, looking around you cautiously. Eddie leaned down and you whispered: “I’m inviting Sienna too, that way maybe Angie will grow a pair and talk to her!”

You smiled, glancing back at your friend and sighed. “She deserves to be happy. She’s had a bit of a rough few years. She loves love and I want her to get it, you know?” Eddie’s throat closed in on itself.

“Yeah,” he croaked, “I know.”

/////

Eddie was sure that the craving he had for you, the desire and desperation, would never fade. He’d be old and grey and you’d still turn him on at the drop of a hat.

“Eddie, please,” you breathed, your voice high and desperate. “Eddie!”

He loved the way you moaned his name. He loved the way your nails dug into his back, leaving reminders that you craved him just as much as he did you. Eddie loved the way he fit in between your legs, the way you fit together, and the way it chased away the darkness around him.

Eddie tugged your leg up further and you both groaned at the new angle. He choked when he felt you tighten around him. “Holy fucking Christ, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me.”

You laughed lightly, head thrown back, and legs tensing as he pumped into you faster. “You shouldn’t – ah – take the lord’s name in vain,” you teased and Eddie huffed a laugh.

“He understands,” Eddie panted, his pulse pounding, kissing your neck sloppily. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

“Oh,” you sighed, your legs tightening further his waist, your hand looking for his. Eddie intertwined your fingers together, knowing it was your sign that you were close. He closed his eyes, concentrating on chasing his own and felt it begin at the base of his spine. Your hand squeezed his and right as he felt you both at the edge, your other hand came up to his face. Eddie opened his eyes, surprised, and you were looking at him with a soft smile.

Your eyes darted between his and a slow smile grew on his face. He felt his chest cave in at the adoring expression you wore openly. He squeezed your hand back and almost jumped in surprise when you bared down on him suddenly, your eyes closing, and your grip become steel. You moaned into his ear and in your mindless search for him, reached up and tugged his hair just shy of painful. He groaned, stilling as he felt a flash a white and a constellation of shooting stars behind his eyelids.

With a wet exhale, he collapsed on top of you. He waited until he could feel his limbs before rolling you both over. You squeaked when he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I missed you,” you said after you’d both caught your breath.

“I missed you too princess,” he said, kissing your temple. “Three days was too long.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, trailing your fingertips down his arm, “finals kicked my ass.”

“I’m a great study partner,” Eddie said, bringing his other arm to the back of his head.

You snorted and he feigned hurt. “I’m offended.”

“I’m sure you are,” you snickered, “doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Wooow,” Eddie huffed, “I wine and dine you and this is the treatment I get?”

“You opened the door and we barely made it to your bed,” you said, shooting him a look.

“Right, and who’s fault is that? I drove all the way to your favorite restaurant, laid it all out, a whole night for m’lady. With only the purist of intentions, I welcomed you into my home. Then you jumped me,” he teased, “clearly you only want me for my body, daughter of Satan.”

You laughed heartily and Eddie let it wash over him, warming him. “I did jump you,” you admitted, surprising Eddie with the lack of argument or quip. “I just…feel like I can’t be fully happy without you there. Like a piece of me is missing. I was jumping out my skin and when I finally saw you, it felt like my heart was going to explode. Ugh, doesn’t that sound corny?”

Eddie’s pulse pounded in his ears. It was corny, especially for you, who despite loving the cheesiest things he said to you, you rarely indulged him back. Eddie looked down at you, to reassure himself that you weren’t a figment of his imagination.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, hiding in the crook of his neck. Your light laughs and warm skin made all his nerves stand at attention.

This one, his heart thumped. He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he felt you bite down onto a fading bruise from the week before. He jerked, surprised, and couldn’t help his laugh at the sight of your triumphant, mischievous smile.

“So,” you grinned, thrusting your hips down to his and Eddie was suddenly acutely reminded that he was still buried inside you. His body, however, was completely aware by the feel of things. He couldn’t keep a groan in, his entire body coming alive at your touch. “Ah, how about you jump me this time? I promise to let you lead.”

You waggled your eyebrows, your expression silly and comfortable, and delicately brushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead. Eddie smiled, ignoring the lost opportunity – besides, what kind of asshole said it for the first time during sex? – kissed you and fell a little more in love.

He was pathetic.

/////

Eddie was having a shitty day. They were rare, being a ray sunshine like himself, but they happened.

Wayne knocked on his door and Eddie grunted. He didn’t try to hide the scent of the joint in his hand, just glanced over at him.

“You should go see her,” Wayne said, not forceful but stern. “She wasn’t the best but she was still your mother. She loved you the best way she knew how.”

Eddie nodded, not sure if he’d make the drive up to the cemetery but he didn’t want to start an argument. Not that Wayne would force him but, Eddie hated the idea of disappointing Wayne any more than he already had.

“Alright, I left you a burger in the oven if you want it,” Wayne said, sighing. “I’ll be back by tomorrow night. Why don’t you call one of your friends?”

“They’re busy,” Eddie lied.

“What about your girl?”

“She’s got a test tomorrow,” Eddie said, which was the truth, he’d watched you start studying yesterday – you were frantic and sure you were going to fail. You always said that though, a chaotic usual for you.  

“I love you kid,” Wayne said quietly, “if you need me, uh, you can call me at Sam’s.”

Eddie didn’t know if it was the joint or his uncle’s once a year display of affection, but he felt completely gob smacked. He was sure his expression showed it because Wayne made a quick departure.

Great, now he couldn’t even say it to his uncle. Quite literally, the only family he had left.

Turning back to staring at the ceiling, Eddie heard a muffled knock at the front door. Wayne’s surprised voice quickly followed and a short laugh.

“Be gentle with him today, honey. He’s in a mood,” he heard Wayne say. Eddie frowned. There was only one person Wayne ever laughed with.

He heard a knock at his door and you peeked your head in. “Hi hot stuff.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked. “Didn’t you have a study group tonight?”

“We both know I’ll probably ace the test anyway,” you said lightly, stepping in and closing his door softly. “You know, it’s considered a little rude not to answer your phone when your girlfriend calls.”

Eddie glanced at his phone. He’d managed to accidentally knock it off the receiver with his bag.

“I’m joking, in case that’s not obvious,” you said, hopping onto the bed and patting your thighs. Eddie laid his head on your lap and let the comfortable silence settle. Closing his eyes, he let the smoke furl within him, relaxing his shoulders.

He felt you trace the shape of his eyebrow, your fingers light and the action familiar. It helped dull the ache in his chest, like a balm he could never apply himself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

Eddie looked up at you, your expression open and eyes on him. Sometimes, in middle school -- when the bullying was at it’s worst because his growth spurt wouldn’t hit him until freshman year of high school. Even then, he still couldn’t punch for shit but at least he was taller than most of his classmates – Eddie would wonder if he’d ever get the chance to have someone who loved him again. Everyone else had parents, siblings, and cousins. He had Wayne; who, to give him credit, tried his best. He worked two jobs and long hours so it was inevitable that he wasn’t able to be around much. Eddie had only had himself growing up, and his abundance in energy, to rely on.

“Today’s my mom’s death anniversary,” he said, still a little numb.

“Hmm, okay,” you said, running your fingers through his hair methodically. “Do you want to talk it through, be mad about it, or distract away from it?”

Eddie glanced up, surprised. What little people knew always apologized, or worse, said she was watching over him. Guiding him. Which was bullshit because if she was supposed to be guiding him, she wasn’t being a better mother in death than she was in life.

“Can I choose two?”

“You, Dungeon Master, can choose whatever you want. This is your game,” you said, tracing his lips.

Eddie smiled and turned his face into your stomach. “She wasn’t a bad mom, she was just – not mentally checked in. She tried her best but it wasn’t good enough and I hate that I feel that way.”

Your hands ran up and down his back slowly, a soothing motion, the knots untangling themselves. Eddie watched you reach for his arm and squeeze it three times in a row. It seemed to activate a part of his memory because he turned to look at you. “You do that sometimes, with my hand, does it mean anything?”

He watched, a little surprised, as you startled. “Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you looked down at your hand, as if needing proof, and flushed.

Interesting.

“It’s a habit leftover from my dad,” you said, smiling at the memory, “Dustin was too young to remember but, he was super affectionate. He was always hugging us, holding our hands, giving us compliments. He loved seeing my mom light up or Dustin giggle at the attention. One day, I must’ve been like six years old, I told him that I felt bad that I wasn’t as loud or open with my affection like Dustin. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him, you know?”

Eddie nodded; he could imagine you as a little kid. Serious, protective, and a little badass.

“So, he told me that whenever he was holding my hand and I squeezed it three times, he would know that I…” Your eyes darted down to his and away quickly.

Love. That you loved him. Eddie’s heart sputtered, begging to be let out so it could jump into your hands. It wanted to go home.

“Um, he would know that I cared too,” you finished after clearing your throat. “After he died, mom, Dustin, and I just kept up the habit. It’s dumb, I know, but-”

“It’s not dumb,” Eddie interjected, hating the way you wouldn’t look at him. He felt the answer in chest. He knew now, that you felt the same – at least on some level. “It’s not dumb at all. It’s pretty fucking cool.”

I love you.

He wanted to sing it to the world but the words wouldn’t come. He felt caged and frustrated at his inability to just fucking say it. Your hand pulled him from the slippery slope of insecurity and he looked up at you.

“I…I care about you a lot. I just, want you to know that I know you care about me too,” you whispered. “Don’t stress, okay? At least not on my behalf. I’m not going anywhere.”

His blood froze. For some reason – whether it was his mother, his fucked-up childhood, or simply to prove everyone wrong, he wanted to be the first one to say it. He wanted to be able to scream it from mountains and for you to never doubt that you were so, so loved by him. It’s what you deserved. He just…wasn’t ready and you knew that. Somehow, you knew. You always knew. Maybe there really was a God, and maybe his mother had guided you to him. Luck, circumstance, religion, a club campaign, whatever it was – he’d never be more grateful for anything.

“Three was my mom’s favorite number,” Eddie said, the memory floating up to the front of his memory, “she said it was divine number. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. She used to drag me to church ever Sunday. I hated it. She thought it’d help with my energy or put me on a good path.”

“Clearly, it didn’t work,” you joked. Eddie pinched your thigh and you laughed, smacking his hand away.

Eddie continued to tell you stories about his childhood, about his mom. Her good days and bad days. How he’d sit with her on the bad days and sing to her because whenever he was sad, she’d sing to him. She was the first person to teach him that music was healing.

You listened, attention completely on him, and he reached for your hand. You smiled, letting him play with your fingers while he spun his stories. Feeling brave, he squeezed your hand three times. You returning smile was blinding and Eddie couldn’t help but think that sometimes, being brave was worth it.

/////

Eddie was obsessing and spiraling. Two things that should never go hand in hand when it came to him. It created a chaos even he didn’t know how to climb out of.

Enough was enough, Eddie berated himself. He had to stop dicking around and tell you.

What if you didn’t say it back? He smacked his head. Idiot, you already knew and were taking it at his pace. Isn’t that what you’d both alluded to last month?

Your six month anniversary was next weekend. Eddie would do it then. Gareth had already handed him the key to his uncle’s cabin in the woods this morning and it was burning a hole in his pocket. Eddie almost had enough money to buy that kickass necklace he saw at the mall. He knew you’d love it by the way your eyes had stuck to it when you’d walked by the store.

Eddie groaned, anxiety still thrumming in his chest.

He had a plan, goddamn it. He was going to buy roses, the necklace, and enough condoms to last a fucking apocalypse. He was going to tell you over dinner, because it was the truth and he was making a big deal out of nothing. Of course, you loved him back. Didn’t you show him every day? Eddie wanted a future with you, he’d all but admitted that to you already. He was going to graduate in three months, start working at the record store downtown, and finally ask you to move in with him. He was going to stop being a goddamn coward.

A knock at the window startled him so hard he smacked his head. Fuck. He glared at your laughing expression and unlocked the door.

“You did that on purpose,” he groaned, rubbing his head.

“Maybe,” you laughed, breathless from your jog over to the car.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, turning to you.

“Hi,” you greeted back. You leaned across the center console and kissed him. Eddie grabbed your collar, held you in place for a minute, and deepened the kiss. “What was that for?”

Eddie grinned. “Can’t I be happy to see my lady? Even after she tried to scare me to death?”

You rolled your eyes. “You saw me twelve hours ago and it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me the first two times I shouted your name.” Your hand tangled with his and his chest lightened as he felt you squeeze his hands three quick times. He brought your hands up to him and kissed your knuckles. He squeezed back and you beamed.

“Okay, so you wanna hear about what happened with Sienna and Angie?” You asked, settling into your seat as he started the car.

“Always,” he grinned, pulling out the lot.  

After including him on your day, Eddie let you know about his. He loved this part, the intimacy of it. “Ah, and Gareth gave me the keys,” he said, fishing the key ring from his pocket. “we’re good for next weekend.”

You grinned, bouncing in your seat a little and Eddie laughed. Your excitement was contagious. “I’m so excited! I’ve never been to that part of Indiana. Maria said it was beautiful, that there’s a lake nearby we could swim in.”

Eddie smiled, nodding along to your growing list of plans for that weekend. The light in your eyes and wide smile was wreaking havoc on his ability to keep it together.

The urge to blurt it out now was strong but Eddie gripped the wheel tighter. You deserved better. It was one week until spring break. He could last one week.

/////

Eddie really, really should’ve told you earlier. In his defense, he didn’t think that shit was going to hit the fan this badly. He was supposed to be in a cabin, two hours north, blissfully in bed with you. Instead, he was on this God forsaken lake, watching Harrington get pulled under the water.

"Don't you dare," Eddie growled, his hand gripping your wrist desperately. You couldn’t be thinking about jumping. He couldn’t let you.

"He's my best friend," you said, desperately, expression decided. "Eddie, he's been my best friend since I was three. I can't - I can't let him drown. I'm the next best swimmer, I was the other co-captain. I'll be right back okay sweetheart?"

"Henderson," he exclaimed, his panic clawing at his throat, "don't do this to me."

“You’d jump if it was me,” you said, peeling off what he knew was your favorite jacket and tossing it to the bottom of the boat. You reached over, grabbed his hand, and squeezed three times. Eddie’s anxiety shot through the fucking metaphorical roof. There was no way he was letting you go. Who knew what the fuck was down there? “Eddie, you wouldn’t let me drown.”

Eddie heard his voice hitch a touch too hysterically. “Because I want to marry you some day! I can’t do that if you’re jumping blindly into God knows what!”

“I know, but it’ll be okay,” You kissed him and Eddie tried to tighten his grip on you but you slipped away and jumped into the water quickly. Eddie dove to the side of the boat desperately.

“You can’t just kiss me and leave! Don’t Han Solo me!” Eddie let out a frustrated shout. "I can't fucking believe this," he grunted, standing at the edge of the boat without hesitation.

"Are you jumping in?" Nancy asked, her tone surprised and gaze frantic as she searched the water for the two of you.

Eddie glared at her. "She's the love of my life, of course I'm jumping in," he huffed, "Harrington better be fucking alive or I’m going to kill him myself." 

Did he just admit to Nancy Wheeler, of all fucking people, that he loved you? He wanted to slap himself. After half a year, the first person he said it to -- wasn’t even his girlfriend. The panic in his chest didn’t let him dwell on it too long. You could be dead at the bottom of this stupid lake for all he knew. That thought sent him in a downward spiral. The memory of Chrissy’s body flashed across his mind, freezing his entire being. You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t -- he wouldn’t survive it. Eddie Munson wasn’t a hero but he’d be damned if he stayed behind while you went headfirst into danger.

He felt a hand grab his and he turned to see Robin's determined face. "Let's go," she said, taking a deep breath. Eddie nodded, trying not to think about it too much, and jumped down the rabbit hole.

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Eddie was pretty sure his heart was ripped from his chest when the first thing he heard after falling through that weird ass portal was your screaming. It was guttural, primal, and worst of all - painful.

He angrily swiped the water from his eyes and found you — and what a magnificent sight you were. You had a broken oar in your hands, using the splintered end to stab through a demented looking bat. Alive. You were alive.

Scared and turned on, again. Damn if this wasn’t a cycle with you.

Without wasting another second, he ran towards you, picking up the other end of the oar from the ground.

His heart almost stopped again when he saw one land on your back, its claws ripping at your sweater. “Get the fuck off her!” He screamed, grabbing it by the tail and flinging away.

You whirled around, oar cutting through the air, and smacked it into the ground. Without hesitating, you jumped up and slammed both feet onto its head. Eddie winced as the bone fragments – holy shit what was his life – splintered under your feet. You flipped your hair out of your face, sweat beads across your forehead, and beamed at him. “Thanks sweetheart,” you said, spinning around and hitting another like you were passing out homeruns for free.

Eddie had three seconds to realize two things. One, he definitely had a boner. Maybe he should see someone about that. Two, he was never going to love anyone else as much and as deeply as he loved you.

“Duck!” Nancy screamed and Eddie hit the floor, knees scraping against the ground. He watched her smack another creature with her flashlight and he joined the fight.

Within minutes, Steve ripped the last one apart, spitting out a worrying amount of blood. Eddie watched you steady him and Steve caught his eyes. Eddie was surprised to see a glint in them.

"If you say anything about being turned on right now, I'll kick you," he said dryly to Eddie.

"You found it hot too?" Eddie said, unable to keep the touch of hysteria out of his voice. "Don't sexualize my girlfriend like that man, not cool."

Steve chuckled, moaning immediately after and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're both idiots." Robin pointed to the portal but soon, more screeching came from the skies.

Nancy herded you all towards the trees. "We need to hide, come on!"

Eddie came up to Steve’s other side and helped him limp into the refuge of the woods. You all covered a fair amount of ground quickly, everyone stopping to duck under the same rock he’d hidden by a few hours ago as a group of the bats flew by.

You and Nancy had ripped a few pieces of your shirts to tie around Steve’s oozing wounds. Eddie swallowed around a lump in his throat and reached for you when you’d stepped back.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, hands running down your body.

You shook your head at him. “Just a few bumps and scrapes. This isn’t my first rodeo Munson. You should’ve seen me last time,” you said, reeking of exhaustion and terror but still joking. He was pretty sure you did it to put him at ease.

Eddie felt his entire world tilt off its axis as he stared at you. You were dirty, bloody, and were still clinging onto the broken piece of oar like it was a deadly weapon. He thought back to you a few minutes ago and smiled. He guessed it was deadly. Eddie reached out to you and you immediately turned to his touch. You sometimes reminded him of a sunflower, always turning towards him. You never left, never judged, and never expected more than he could give.

This one, his heart thumped. Eddie felt adrenaline rush through him once more, the world disappearing around you.

"I love you," Eddie blurted out, wincing at the way your lips parted in surprise, "I'm sorry I'm finally saying it when we're in this hellhole and you're bleeding but we might die."

"I sincerely hope not," a Robin-sounding whisper muttered behind you both.

"I had a plan, in the cabin this weekend, I was going to - that doesn't matter anymore," Eddie's felt a surge of determination. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as long as you'll have me, so I can't continue onward looking for Wheeler's guns - which, when the fuck did someone like Wheeler have guns? Although I wouldn’t have pegged you for being strapped either and then you stabbed those things like a goddamn warrior queen – which was hot by the way-” 

"Eddie," you said with what looked like tears in your eyes, guiding him back to his original point.

"Right. I fucking love you princess. So don't be the hero, at least not without me," he said. "Wherever you go, I go, in this monster hunt, okay?"

Eddie watched as you said nothing, your eyes welling up and your grip on him tightened. After a few beats of silence, you spoke. "I love you too, Munson. So much."

"Yeah?" He said, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"Of course, how could you ever think otherwise?" You said, peppering his face with kisses. "I willingly listen to that awful band when you drop me off for work almost every week."

"Woman, do not insult Metallica in my presence," he grumbled, kissing you anyway. Eddie was pretty sure you could upend his entire life and he’d still follow you like a lost puppy. "Since we're airing things out, might as well go for gold - when we're out of this shithole, move in with me?"

You beamed. "Took you long enough to ask."

"I was going to ask this weekend!"

"Mhmm."

"I had a whole plan. Moving in was penciled in right after the second round, when you were all distracted, boneless, happy, and less likely to argue with me."

"I never argue with you," you huffed.

“What are you doing now?”

Eddie felt his entire body beam at you when you wrinkled your nose, huffing. “We’re discussing, Eddie.” God, he loved your haughty I-know-better-than-you voice.

"Princess, you're arguing with me about arguing with me."

"I'm not."

"Jesus, is this their foreplay?" Nancy muttered. You turned to glare at her.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie answered, smirking when you whipped your glare to him. “Well, at least I’m turned on.”

At that, Steve snorted and while you fought your smile - shaking your head – he could see it slowly growing.

"This is cute and all and I’m for you," Robin called out, "but we really need to keep moving."

"We're right behind you," you yelled back, loosening your grip on Eddie. He watched you reach up and bring your mouth to his ear. “Let’s get the fuck out of here so we can finally get that weekend away.”

Eddie’s blood thrummed, like it always did when you teased, and he reached out for your hand. “After you, m’lady.”

You both lagged a few feet behind the trio, your grip on his waist tight.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie turned to you, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

“I would’ve waited for you to be ready to say it,” you said quietly, “I never mind waiting for you.”

This one.

“I wanna be with you everywhere,” you sang softly, snorting when he shook his head at you. He really did love that damn song, not that he’d ever tell you that. Although, he’s sure you knew.

“I know,” Eddie said, and he did. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too, goof,” you said, grinning at him.

Eddie smiled and squeezed your shoulder three times.

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Yowww i've been thinking about this for a while now😩😩😩 imagine

Fem reader and jay are childhood bffs and after so many years both of you meet at a meeting for like collab of your companies as ceo and then both of you are the only one left at the meeting area and start talking for a while, until you can't control it anymore so you just kiss him, so he brings you to his office and starts fucking you rough at his desk😩🤤🤤, and after that he's going to be so gentle to you like he wasn't fucking you so rough mins ago😫 both of you talks about the collab thingy at the bath tub😍😚👌👌✨

CEO JAY??!!! I JUST I CANT 🥵🥵 like just imaging him calling you his little cum slut ª *dies. Gurl you just inspired me to write a whole story ily <3. Hope you like it. (I made it very special couse you are my first ask omg I really hope you like it)

Our Little Secret

CEOJay x CEOreader

Jay was your childhood friend and also your first love. But as always, first love's never end up right. Now you seem in a very difficult situation between the CEO of Park Tech. Corp. and you, CEO of T.T.Corporation, who is trying to do a collab between companies. You might ask what is the problem here? Well the problem name is Park Jay. "u know? I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, princess...”

Warnings/genre: CEOJay, CEOreader, SecretaryHeeseung, childhood bffs, fluff, suggestive, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex(stay safety), use of curse words, pet names(slut-princess-baby), breeding kink, kind of public sex. (Also a lot of typos sorry)

Words: 6k (it's kind of long.)

You have been friends with Jay since childhood, charing and doing everything together. From him assisting to your littles tea parties, playing pirates and rescue the princess to even bathing together, obviously  the bathing thing stopped when you guys grew older, but sleeping together still was a thing. For Jay you were his princess, the most beautiful he ever seen and for you, Jay was your brave knight in shiny armor. You loved to play with him because he became your best friend and your confident in crime, but for him, you were more special than a friend. He didn't have any friends because he was very (a mean a lot) shy so when you appeared and told him that he will stick with you because you are a princess and he must protect you...he just did. And after that you have been the only friend and the only one who he wanted to be with. His parents were so happy to see how a shy boy like Jay, everytime he arrives home shout out loud, that when he grow up he is gonna make you his wife, like in the movies where the knight who rescue the princess get married. Even though your parents didn't understand why such a fancy boy and a future CEO saw in their little daughter who still eat buggers and can't use skirts couse she doesn't now how to sit properly, "well anyways its just kids love" they said. But for Jay as the time passed and he grew, so did his love for you. "She is my best friend!" "What am I thinking? I'm getting too greedy" thoughts like this rounded in his head hoping they'll disappear one day.

It was beggining to bother him a little, also because you were so dumb that you didnt think your actions make to him, you never notice his small nervousness when you both sleep together or when you hold his hand everytime you want to guide him to somewhere, he really tried to control himself whenyou sited on his lap or when you ask him to shower with you like the times we're you were little. You always told him everything from your first kiss with the weird guy of your class (story wich he couldn't stop making fun of you, of how desperate you were to kiss someone, that you didn't even care if you knew him) to when you got your period. You were his precious special person, and so was he for you.

"Mum! I'm leaving bye"

"Are you going to y/n place? Remember to give her the sweater she left here, God she left everything her panties, her shorts and even her bra. Everything is in the bag hahahaha this kid..." she smiled remembering when y/n heard that Jays aunt was having a birthday party without cake couse they forgot to buy one. Which was something you'll never let it be. "Every birthday party need a cake" that's what you said. You didn't knew the mess that baking a cake took, so after making the cake you were so dirty that you had to borrow some of Jay's clothes (something very normal between them) "she got all dirty helping me to bake the cake for your aunts birthday"

"Got it! Bye!"

"Jay com here please!! I don't want to keep screaming!"

With a little sigh he went to the kitchen were his mom was, he knew what she was going to say, but he didn't want to hear it, it just wasn't fair.

"Jay, you know you have to tell her right? This is your last week and-"

"I know I know" he takes a deep breath and kisses his mom head.

Jay was the only son of Mr. Park, CEO of Park Tech Corp and eventually, he will became the  CEO of PTC in the future.  Because of this, his father made the decision to send him to study abroad so that he could prepare himself in a better way. It wasn't as if he couldn't prepare here, but his father was sure that this would benefit his son so no one would have the opportunity to remove Jay from his position with the cheap excuse that he was not prepared. Jay tried to intervene in his father's decision by never getting into trouble and having perfect grades, but all his attempts were useless. And for the worst, Jay's last year in school, his dad decided to send him to Canada where he could be an exchange student.

He really was upset because he didn't even have the time to confess you how much he loved you.

When he arrive to your house, he found your mom making salad, but with green olives. Jay knew your hate to green olives, so he made a mental note to let you know what your mom made for dinner.

"Hi Jay! How are you?" Your mom asked

"Hi Mrs. L/n, I'm fine. Is y/n upstairs?"

"Yes! Go tell her that dinner is ready"

"Okay!" Jay said while going upstairs to your room.

"Jay!" You exclaimed, excited to see him

"You haven't eaten yet?" He throw the bag with your clothes on your face

"Yes I diiiiid, but at kfc, after school, you didn't come with me remember? You said your father arrived from his business trip, and you wanted to talk to him about some "none of your bussienes loser""you muck at Jay trying to imitate his voice, you were angry, couse he didn't tell you about what he would be talking to his dad. He just mess with your hair while he ignores your face full of curiosity about what he have talked with his dad.

"My mom washed your clothes. ¿ y/n you know? You need to stop forgetting your clothes on my house, this will scared hot chicks from coming since they will think that I have a girfriend"

"Firstly thank your mom for me, and second, Jay you are so lonly that the only comfort you have for your "needs" is your hand"

Jay scoffs "that's what you think"

You just roll your eyes at him while making space at your bed for him to take a seat besides you.

"Sooo playboy, what's new?"

His smile drops when he hears this, just remembering what his mom told him, and that he only got 1 week with you. He didn't want to seem obvious but it just went like this.

"Jay? What's wrong? Are you Ok?"

"It's nothing I'm just sad that my best friend still a virgin"

he really didn't want you to get sad the whole week so he said he will wait a little more to tell you the truth.

"JAY SHUT THE FUCK UP I TOLD YOU THAT HIS DICK WAS UGLY AND I GOT SCARED"

He laughs while you was beating his ass. He really wish things were different, and those cute little moments, like this ones, with you, stay like this forever.

"¡Hey hey ok ok! stop punching me, it actually hurts ¡auch!"

"Yeah? I think I'm still stronger than you"

"Oh really?" He stands on his knees and he grabs both of your wrists with strength hovering over you. He was really strong, and you knew that, it was useless to even try to slip away. Gosh Jay was going to be the death of you someday. You don't know when or where did the little shy and crybaby go. You were even not just stronger but taller than him. He was now a man, he is way more stronger and taller than you now. You would be lying if you said you didn't loved to have such a hot best friend like Jay, every girl at you school was envious couse the guy was just too perfect. He was handsome, always with perfect grades and also perfect body; a body like his got every girl drooling over him, he was a little tan and his abs were tonned just in the perfect size (everyone knew it couse he always he always took off his sweater in practice) but you never wanted to admit it. You didn't want his flirting ass over you bothering you until you die. But you where always thankfull that you have the opportunity to watch him in your everyday. The way his arms flex when he carried the groceries, the way his jaw line accentuate while eating or how his eyes twinkled just when he was with you, you loved all of him and also you loved how goofy he was only to you, always taking care of you. But you didn't want to cross the line, you thought that he only saw you as a friend, and he knew so much about you and your not girly side, that you were sure he didn't even look at you as a woman. Nevertheless, you were so gratefull that you at least you got to see him be happy.

"Ok you win you are stronger" You shove your head looking at other side, not wanting him to see your flustered face with your now reddened cheeks.

He chuckles at your attempts to try to throw him off of you and he throw himself beside you in your bed. The little action giving you butterflies.

"I'm gonna stay tonight, and I'm not asking you"

"Again?" You sounded annoyed but in the inside you were so happy. " come on, you know how lucky you are having Park Jay at your bedroom?!" "Oooooh im so sorry your highness, what an honor" you said sarcastically.

"Thats what I thought loyal peasant, Oh and your mom made salad with green olives so I don't recommend you to go downstairs" you went to take a bath after that and so did Jay,in the guests bathroom.

You fell asleep first and he made space beside you, but unlike other nights that he sleeped with you, he was way much closer to your face, just admiring you, trying to take a mental photo of you for him, to never forget this moment. He take a strand of hair behind your ear and then put his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "Gosh you are so beutifull" All of this was happening WHILE YOU WERE TRULY AWAKE. You were waiting for Jay when he was washing, but you don't know why, when he got into your room, you act like you were sleeping.

You didn't know what to say, you would be ruining the moment if you said you were awake. You try to calm yourself saying that maybe it was just a compliment as a friend right? Then he hugged you, your heart beating like crazy. He put his head on the top of yours and with that, both bodies being this close, both of you went to dreamland.

All the week you notice Jay being a little weird after that night, he was being way to nice to you. He was always nice, but in all that week he didn't even make fun of you with anything he didn't even make those flirtatious lame joke on you. He always did make fun of you when he had a chance so you knew something was happening. You ignore it couse you like the extra care he was giving you, it was like he was your boyfriend, just the mention of the idea made you happy until Saturday came. That day, he invited you to the park to watch the stars with him while eating ice cream just for fun he said.

"I don't get it" the handsome boy say "so you like to eat toothpaste??"

"Jay it's just choco-mint ice cream bear with it, anyways I know you wanted to tell me something. You don't like parks because of mosquitos, so tell me what's wrong?" You stare deep in his eyes wanting to know what got the picky guy to have a date in the park for fun, with you.

"Y/n" your breath hitch In your throat to the proximity of the boy to your face. He put your ice cream away (they were on cups) cupping your face with his big hands.

"I-i don't know how to tell you this, it's just so difficult for me-"

You didn't even let the boy finish the sentence when you close the gap between each other and you kiss him with so much desesparation that you fell over him in the blanket that he placed on the grass. You chuckle at the surprised face Jay did.

"Gosh you are so slow, Park, that's why you are alone" you stand in your hands with him still caged under you. "I also like you Jay"

And with that Jay hugs you by the waist making you sit on his lap while crying. You were happy that you both felt the same, and the thought that he was crying because he is such a crybaby , make your heart skip a beat but what you didn't know was that the real reason was that he knew that when he finally got you he now will loss you.

He didn't say anything, scared to hurt you, he just let the night pass like those dreams that you know that you are dreaming but you don't care because it's just so perfect that you want to sink on them until it's over and  then you wake up facing reality. Both of you slept together just kissing and laughing because now your unrequited love was finally yours. Or that's what you thought when you were heading to the airport on Monday to say goodbye to Jay. You had so many questions ¿why he didn't say anything, ¿why now?  What was the reason of him leaving?

"I hate you" it's the first thing that slips out of your mouth without hesitation while he wiped your tears that were flowing like waterfalls "I hate you Park Jay...I-i hate you with all my soul" you said this while he caresses your cheek with his thumb and with both hands as you leaned your face to his touch.

"I promise I will call you." You start to cough while crying and sniffing all your nasty fluids trying to maintain them inside your nose.

"Hey hey" Jay chuckle softly at your cuteness. "if you cry, i’ll cry....and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

You try to stop crying just sniffing couse it was really hard to calm yourself down

"Pro-promise me tha-that you will call me everyday"

He laughs kissing your forhead "I promise baby dw"

And with that your first love die that they. He didn't call you even once. He just called you when he arrived but after that he totally disappeared. The first day you were really sad but then you just got to hate him for what he did. You went to his parents house to ask why he left. Mr. Park only told you that he needed to prepare himself to be a CEO and that he is actually very busy so that's was the reason he was avoiding any distraction.  ¿DISTRACTION IM I A DISTRACTION? you thought. "You should study abroad too y/n, one day you will be also a CEO at you family business, and you are a girl so the competition will be not that easy." Mr. Park said.

Jay's mom didn't even want to see you couse she felt guilty about why was Jay really avoiding you. His dad didn't like the show you made in the airport because made Jay to pick a fight before heading the airplane, he almost dropped his bags and stayed but his dad told him that  he will make your live miserable if he stayed. His dad just wanted the best for him scared of people saying that his son is not capable when he know he is.

Way home you cry a little more thinking in that one night you both were so happy because you both felt the same. But now those are just memories that you hope soon forget.

"FUCK U PARK JAY" And with that your summer vacation and first love was over.

And yes here you were too stunned to speak watching the famous Park Jay in his glass office at the PTC offices building. He was all dressed up in a black suit, he got much bigger in muscle and height "wtf is wrong with the boy? Is he a Pokemon that just evolve into a better him?"You said to yourself.

"Miss L/n, Mr. Park is waiting for you to talk about the collab between both companies" You are really to stunned to speak, you knew Jay was CEO but, Oh come on there are a lot of Parks how would you know it was THAT Park company, and when you were little those were just adults conversations so you didn't know nothing about their company name.

"Ok thank you i-i am going to the bathroom first" the lady who might be Jay's secretary return you a smile and went back to her sit in the reception. And you went run-walking to the bathroom.

"Ok Jay Park, you will regret this" you said to yourself in front of the mirror and you began to doll up and open a little more your shirt by opening two buttons. You were really happy to see him again but all your sour memories of him also came to your mind. So you give yourself two gentle face slaps and you arrived to Jay's office. He was facing the Windows looking at his beautiful view in the tall building. He is so handsome, from the back he looked like the shy boy you once met and fell in love.

The secretary opened the door "Mr. Park, the CEO of TTC has arrived" when she left, you entered to his office "Good afternoon Mr. Park, my name is y/n L/n, it's a pleasure to meet you."

At first he didn't believe that he was actually watching you in front of him. You got more beutifull, he finally met again with his princess. He already knew he was going to meet you but he preferred to play it dumb. He even cut his hair so maybe he looked more handsome.

"Y/n!" He said it a little to excited "drop formalities you look so good y/n" he run to embrace you in a warm hug. "I mean I didn't know we would meet like this, ¿how are you?" You back off from the hug feeling a little mad that he got to give you butterflies even though it has been a while since you have seen him.

"Oh sorry, what's wrong?"

"Jay, people outside can still see us..."

"Oh fuck your right" he run to his desk to press a button  that make curtains to lowered when there are meetings.

"So where were we? Oh how ar-"

You push him back to his seat and lean over him, giving him a view of your breast and your face to close to his face, while your hands rest in the head of the chair. "Mr. Park do you want to know how I've been?" The poor man didn't have words to get out of his mouth at your question, too drunk in your sweet scent. "To be honest with you i've been lonly, really really lonly...and neddy" you said while you remove his glasses from his face, tracing your finger from his lips to his, now hard, throbbing friend. He groan at the feeling of your knee getting pressed against his hard cock. "I kinda need help, but idk if you can do that for me" you coo and by inertia Jay puts his hands around your waist which make your breath hitch and feel dazed at his touch. "Yes y/n don't worry I will take so much care of you I promise" he guide you over his lap, you felt controlled by him, you didn't want him to take control but he was so intoxicating. When you were on his lap he first began to tell you nothings in your ear while kissing and bitting your earlobe.

"God you don't know how much I missed you...you are so perfect so hot....i-i just want to fuck you so hard baby...I missed you" he said this while groaning in your ear caressing your sides up and down. You whimper at his words and began to bounce and move a little over his big hardened dick.

"Wa-wait don't do that a-ah"

"You don't want me?" You ask pouting your lips out

"Yes I do baby b-but mmmh not a-ahg not here"

His hands stop you because he was so strong, you were needy indeed but you really want him to suffer so you stopped as he said and get up from his lap. You have almost everything planned in the bathroom, you send a message to your hot secretary and also your right hand Heeseung, that you need him to fake-date with you, which he agrees knowing the story about you and Jay. He knew you didnt hate Jay, he knew you were so in love with him that he always felt bad for you.

"Y/n I know this will seem off but would you like to take a coffee or something with m-"

"Sorry that I'm late y/n, also good evening Mr.Park, nice to meet you. I'm Lee Heeseung, secretary of Ms. Y/n."

"And also my boyfriend" you said smiling at Jay and grab Heesungs hand,putting it around your waist"

"Baby why are these buttons of your shirt opened? Let me help you" you let Hee help you and in front of him, ignoring completely the poor man existence, he was stunned like a real statue.

"I'm sorry, I came here running from your apartment Hee, I didn't wanted to wake you up,  to help me, please do."

Jay cough for the attention from both of you. "Hi I'm Jay, I'm y/n's childhood best friend."

"Oh really? She never told me about you"

You must have won the lottery because you looked to happy to try to act surprised 😮.  The three of you sit down and began to talk about business, Jay was falling more for you, he was amazed of how you were talking and how good your company was being carried by you, he was so proud that his girl...well not his but anyways, his y/n became such a great woman. He kind of miss the dummy y/n that always misheard things and always forgets that the math tests were on Fridays. He was looking at you as a little child is watching his favorite superheroe movie. But what bothers him is the way you keep touching your boyfriend who's name was heeseung.

Gosh he hated so much the nickname you put him "hee am I right?" You ask him while touching his chest, sometimes slipping your fingers between his bottom to touch his skin. He also didn't like the way Heeseung laid way to long his eyes on your big and heavenly butt. That just was not it, how can your boyfriend be this disrespectful. Jay said to himself, he said that he wouldn't do that things to you. He began to think about the way Heeseung touch you. Does he makes you cum undone all wet just by talking to you? Does his hands makes you feel sexy? Is he even that good that you are playing to touchy with him in a so important meeting? Jay began to let his mind fly as he imagine how he is way better than heeseung for you, he would first tell you how pretty and unique you are, how beutifull and perfect it's your body, then he would trace forms with his hands while caressing your body, making you feel loved and then he will eat you up making you feel wanted, making you want his dick inside you, Fuck, balls deep inside you " I can make you feel better"

"Excusme?" You asked knowing that maybe he was thinking about you.

"L-like I can make the company feel better, we can make our employees feel better. That's what I meant." Damn Park Jay stop thinking with your dick, he thought to himself.

"Well thats everything, what do you think"

"It's perfect, please send this to my secretary, she would take you to the Boardroom to talk about this with the others Partnerships, and y/n I need you to sign some things before you go" Hee left both of you alone giving you a quick peck on your cheecks, that took you by surprise too, how Hee was being so bold, but he was helping you to get your revenge. (He needed a raise ) you thought to give him a raise for being such a good friend.

" Y/n why didn't you tell me you have a boyfriend?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"You said you felt l-lonly a-and" he saw you bent to sign the papers he gave you. Your skirt wasn't helping him, neither his throbbing dick. He was angry hard and leaking pre-cum. "You have a boyfriend and you were playing with me a few hours earlier". "I mean I can do whatever I want since you don't own me"

"Yeah I know! but do you even know him that well? ¡ I saw how he looks at you, he just want your body! And maybe your company." He was just giving excuses from how jealous he was.

"I don't really care u know?" You step closer to Jay, he was so tall that he need to look down to look at you. "As long as he fucks me hard and good it's perfect for me" you look at him with a smirk and seductive eyes.This just make Jay more angry at the thought you having hard sex with your secretary. He was angry but also sad.

"I thought you miss me" His voice being lower while your hands slips around his neck. Getting way to close to his face.

"Yeah but...do t think you can fuck me as good as he does?" and with that you take your folders heading to the door but before you go you say: "fuck, he just fucks me as good as the boy who slept with me while you were gone" with this said you let him in his office thinking about that night were you confessed to him. It was all a lie? Did you just wanted to be fucked and that's why you confessed? But you both cuddle just loving each other without lust in your mind. Did he was the only one in love? Of course he had other girlfriends while being abroad, but you were always in his mind. Now he was mad, he wanted to see you cry as he cried for you, he wanted to hear you scream his name, see you all tearfully, messy and full of him, he wanted to see you fucked dumb by him, he didn't care if you still love him, he just wanted you to pleading him to fuck you hard.

It was all I lie what you told him, your ex's never fill that space that Jay left in your heart, you just wanted him to suffer, but at the same time you wanted him to grab your wrist and hug you, but nothing of that happened.

You and Hee waited in the boardroom patiently. Hee was sitting beside you, while Jay was sitting in front, the others were dispersed in the other chairs. Jay's secretary was going to put a video that your company made about your collab with PTC after you presented yourself.

While the video was running you slide your foot out of your shoe and began to touch Jay's dick with it, he was startled at first, but he looked at you with different eye from earlier, his gaze was no more soft and sweet but very dark and somehow lustfull eyes, he seems kind of mad, but you didn't care. He grab your foot and squeeze it a little bit for you to stop but you continued, and now you were not just caressing his dick, but also his thighs. He didn't resist to long, so when he slipped his view down to see you working him up, he saw your hand on Heeseung's thigh, being also caressed and squeeze. If he was mad, now he was REALLY mad (lmao). He shove your foot with anger, away from is throbbing dick. He was now waiting the time your stupid video ends just to teach you a lesson. He was going to demonstrate that he was not the same boy you made fun of.

When the video finished every one clapped at the amazing an well explained proposal at the company collab product. But Mr. Park was not happy, he didn't seem happy. Everyone wait to Mr.Park give his opinion, so the room got silent.

"I don't think this will be the best for my company, I need to think about it and talk to Ms. Y/n about this collab."

"But why? It's really good and the statistics say that this will benefit our company in every way." One of your common partnership stated really annoyed at Mr.Park absurd request .

"I said I'll think about it" he raise his voice with a demanding tone. "Ms. Y/n let's talk, everyone else, get out" as he said everyone did, so there were just him and your confused self, trying to understand why did he rejected your idea, when he was so approval about it.

"Mr. Park I don't underst-"

You were cut by him roughly kissing your lips as he pin you against the wall, keeping you trapped between him. You began to moan when he start bitting you on your sweet spot right between the end of your jaw and your neck. But you try to shove him away. That's right, you tried but he was so strong that he grab your writs with one hand and pinned it to the wall, while the other was placed in your pussy, teasing your little clothed cunt.

"You're soaking wet, baby. Have you been like this since your little jumps  on my dick earlier?" You moan when you felt Jay's fingers slide your panties for better access, pressing one finger against your slit, making you whimper at the felling of his fingers so close to be inside you.

"I hate you" you try to mutter, feeling to good to speak properly, you really missed him and remembering how hard was his dick earlier just make it worst. "So do I...we finally feel the same way eh princess?" He said near your ear " there's is to much clothe up hear, let me help you " he said the line from Hee earlier, just mad at how close he was to your boobs.

He starts to unbutton your shirt just to found himself in front of you boobs covered with a cute  black lace bra that covered absolutely nothing of your breasts. He almost came at the site of your nipples all hardened pocking against the small holes of the lace bra. He began to lick them and bite them with so much desesperation, just like a starved man. You were a moaning mess under him, it was too much, you just came from him only teasing you.

“It’s hard to hate you when you’re under me like this, submissive and breathless. Gorgeous sight really”

"Fuck u Jay your never be as good as he-"

You moan immediately as his two fingers enter you and began to fuck you fast with them, not letting you finished your sentence.

“Dont say his name...u know? I didn’t like the way he was looking at you princess. ” now he enter three fingers inside you, while talking low in your ear "I really mean it when I said I can make you feel better but you were being a bratty princess" you pussy clenching at the pet name. You always were his princess and you knew it, and after he left you still were, you just didn't want to admit it.

You were almost at your limit, you were going to cum but suddenly he slowed down, now slowly stroking his fingers in and out , feeling you desperately clench against his fingers "It's a shame, I don't like bratty princesses " you were so desesparate to find your high that you began to fuck yourself faster with his fingers. He chuckles at this action and took out his fingers. You whine in desasparation.

"I said I didn't like bratty princesses, so if you behave, maybe I can make you feel better" he had his leg intertwined between your legs trying to get some sort of friction for his clothed dick so you started panting and whimpering and bucking your hips in search of your climax and somehow to have a sort of control over him.

"Y/n" he groan breathlessly "If you do that one more time I'll-" "You'll what? Punish me?" You said also breathlessly "Don't test me, you do not want me to fuck you when I'm angry" "oh, I'm sure I do" with that said he bend you over the meeting table and taking your skirt with your panties with a pull and his pants, without any warning he pump his dick two times and began to tease your folds with his dick. He like it messy so he covered your pussy with his pre-cum while teasing your folds.

"J-Jay" you scream in desesparation wanting him inside you ASAP.

"You will stop being a a fucking bratty princess?"

"Ye-yes I promise! Fuck-I promise"

"Say it properly, princess or else you will not be having my dick inside you"

"Yes Jay omg- I'm gonna be a good princess just for you mmmh j-just fill me up please!" He groan at your pleads and start fucking the shit out of you, he was so angry that you were going to head home with your boyfriend that he just wanted to hear you scream his name.

"you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do."

"Mhhhh a-ah feel-so-good" he was fucking so hard that the only sounds heard in the room were your moans, his low growls and the sound of the table moving.

“ i want to hear you ¿who is making you feel so good, babe." He began to trust you slow but hard until he heard his name

Jay o-onmm only you jay

"I know my little princess can say my name louder than that” he grab your hair for support to fuck you harder.

"Just you Jay can make me feel so full...mmmh please I'm so close... go faster". You whimper while small drops of tears began to form and you didn't even notice that you were crying of pleasure. Your whimpers and moan just turn him even more, he was also so close ar this rate.

He knew you were close too because how hard you began to squeeze his dick, making his hard start to twitch inside your walls.

"good girl—that's a good fucking girl."

"Baby I'm so close p-please cum inside please"

"Mmm, i know baby, you are getting so tight mmm I want you to look at me when I cum inside you" your belly was on fire, tightening as you get closer and closer to cumming, he grab your chin with his hand and began to kiss you in messy way while he reapeted "your mine, only mine" in your mouth. You cum when he began to squeeze both of your boobs, moaning mess under him making him cum from your angelic sounds.

Both trying to get back on earth he start to kiss your face,neck and shoulder to wait for you to calm down from how hard you came.

"Y/n...I'm sorry, please breakup with him...I never stopped loving you, give me a chance to demonstrate you how much I care about you." Jay said while his head rest on the back of your shoulder.

"Hee is not my boyfriend" you breath out Finally confessing your little facade.

"What!?"

"Mr.Park did Ms. L/n finished signing?" Jay's secretary asked behind the door.

"SHE WILL BE RIGHT BACK IN A MOMMENT JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE!" He shout desperately running towards the door to lock it up.

"We will talk about this at my apartment ok?"

You chuckle and you nodded. He gave you a kiss on your fronthead as he immediately search for your skirt and help you put it on back again. Jay grab your panties and save it in his pants pocket. When both were out of the boardroom Hee saw your messy hair and smirked at you knowing what just may had happened in those long 30min of paperwork.

So everyone had headed back home as so did Jay, taking you in his car to his apartment. You both were silent in the car but it wasn't awkward, you felt again, someway,in home.

His apartment was very big, it was a penthouse, so you expected to big very big. It was very luxurious and all the room screamed Jay Park, black marble floor and white walls, everything was so pretty, it was like a dream house.

"Do you like pasta? Let's eat it with red whine.¿what do you think baby?"

"So Mr.Park knows how to cook?"

"When you live alone you need to learn how to cook in order to survive"

"I just saw the restaurant bags with the food Jay"

"But I'm the one who bought them so I made it"

You giggle while he grabs you close to him by your waist and start kissing your neck

"Jay.."

"Y/n let's take a shower"

"Mh?"

"Like when we were kids, ¿remember? I really missed you..."

You nodd so now you both are heading to the bath top, he helps you to take your clothes off and you help him too. He motion his hands p and down to tell you to sit on his lap. He began to scrub your back and while he plant wet kisses over your body, just loving the way you squirm at his touch.

He told you why he was avoiding you and you told him the truth that you always loved him and that you didn't actually fuck with someone until you were 23 and it was your worst experience ever. You both laugh at lame jokes and little stories you didn't know between each other from the time that both of you were separated. He hugged you again when you both didn't have anything more to say "Lets stay like this, forever, y/n...please"

"Of course Jay, I have waited for you all my life" "me too" he began to kiss you so gently and soft, but the action became more lustfull since both of your naked bodies were touching. "Jay let me ride you" you said breathlessly as Jay grab your waist and turn you to face him. You immediately begin to kiss his jaw, sinking his cock inside you, both moaning at the stretch. You kept kissing his face,his neck and then down his chest, leaving little red spots for him to remember that everything that happened this day was not a dream " Y/n I might cum very fast if you keep doing that" "I'm ok with it, just want you to cum inside me" "s-shit why are you so dirty...mmmh not complaining though...I like my princess being so dirty and lustfull for me" he smirks kissing your boobs, you moan his name at the sudden lick in your nipple while one of his hand care for the other bood. He began to touch your clitoris for you to cum fast because your moans were driving him very close to the edge. "Jay f-fuck fill your little princess with your seeds mmmh" "y/n, princess I'll make you feel so full of me, I'm gonna make you only mine, I'll breed you everyday baby, I'll make sure that you're always will be stuffed with my cock " you clenched his cock making him cum all inside you "y/n I love you" and with that you also cum. Now both of you needed a second wash but it was worth it because now you finally have your knight with shiny armor with you by your side.

"Jay, what about our collab, and now that we are together what will we do?"

"Don't worry princess this can be our little secrete."

He was right, it would be to sudden that Mr. Park had a girlfriend who was the CEO who offered him the collab, so both of you will wait a little more of time to tell everyone about the union about the two companies. But he wasn't going to let you go to your apartment ever again, he promised himself to never ever let you you go.

The end

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Notes: I really hope you like it. Im also very new here so hope you give this a lot of love and support.

[loving-august]

broken marriage vow.

— a second entry for @okkatsudon 's collab entry: somebody new <33 hopefully the plot i made makes sense 😭😭

๑.pairings: fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

๑.genre: timeskip au, sorcery au, heavy angst + sfw !!

๑.synopsis: not all marriages end with a happy ending.

๑.warnings: violent language, unrequited, character death typos

๑.wc: 1.02k

๑.links: navigation | jjk.masterlist | taglist form

They say that marriage was the most blissful yet, enchanting event in one's life. To be spending all your days of life with the person you vowed to be with in front of the altar on that very special moment.

For the fact that such mutual feelings became one in usual marriages, that was not the case for you.

Like you and megumi.

You tried your best in filling the role as a loving and supportive wife to your husband. Sending off, making him lunch, and obeying him on what he requested. They say every marriage results in success when you have a supporting partner all the way to the end.

He doesn't even care about you. Not even once.

With the warm and welcoming gazes you have given to him, but only cold and icy glare are simply given to you. Your heart clenches and your stomach just gets punched by a bear. Just like now.

The door slid on the chambers, you can't help but to feel the butterflies on your stomach, no matter how you tried to deny the fact, your heart still screams his name over and over again. You were helplessly in love with him after all this time.

"Welcome home, megumi," you softly said. all you ever saw in his eyes were empty. with all of the guts you had, you clearly know what he wishes always. He looked at you for a mere second and walked past you to go inside of his room. Yes, both of you didn't share the bed like normal couples do. 

You bit your lip to stop tearing up once again. You took all your courage to knock on his door. After five seconds, you slowly opened the door to see him writing something.

"Have you eaten dinner yet? I can make one if you'd like," you offered. in the reality you lived in , there was a spark of hope, hoping that he could talk to you even for a minute. He stopped writing and looked at you, "I already ate before I got here," he answered.

"Are you sure?"

Tick. Megumi was pissed.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO DUMB?! I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!" he yelled. the only thing you asked if he was okay, because you can clearly see him struggle on something. That's what wives do, right? To comfort their husbands in times of hardships?

"b-but you're clearly not! you haven't eaten since yesterday!"

"Why don't you mind your business for once?! god dammit you're so stubborn!" he stood up, and threw the papers beside him.

The helpers may have heard the argument, gossiping amongst themselves that you and megumi won't last. And they probably know that you weren't the woman he fell in love with.

"Because I care about you megumi!" You sniffed as your tears were rolling on your cheeks. You wiped it off with your bare hands.

He scoffed, "you may look like her but guess what? I don't give a damn about any of this! She was dead because of your goddamn weak ass, It's always been you!" His voice became louder unlike before.

You laughed, "me? Yes! ITS ALWAYS FUCKING ME! Y/N OF L/N, THE MOST WEAK, PATHETIC, AND CURSELESS CHILD!" Your voice was more likely in a sarcastic tone, "don't tell me shit because I already know! I might not like my sister but I'm trying! I tried to do the things that everybody wants now that she's gone!" you broke down and sobbed. With All the frustrations you had, you couldn't say more, it was a lot.

You silently walked inside your chamber and began to freshen yourself, you washed your face and patted it dry. For somehow, you looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of you.

Funny thing is, you looked exactly like the person Megumi loved at first. Your twin sister, y/s/n.

How come both of you had the same face and voice yet Megumi fell for her? You had no idea. Not in the slightest bit.

Oh that's right, she was brave, strong, unpredictable, compassionate, kind, and has that fucking cursed energy that everybody's been waiting for the time you bkth were in your mother's womb. Even an ounce to her other personalities, you had none. Also for the cursed energy? Never had ever in your life.

Oh sweet y/s/n, such a  perfect child. But do remember, every shining figure has its shadow too, but the shadow was you. Getting outshined by the greatest qualities, instead your not-so admirable personalities were always being seen just like a shadow, all black, unknown, and vague. Truly, she can have every man she ever desired, but she was now six feet under because of you.

But for the first time ever, you felt relieved, you began to talk more and try things differently, they may say that you were a horrible sister for y/s/n. How could they say that? How can you be so attached when they didn't even let you get to talk to her? Play with her? Spend time like sisters would do? People love to assume things when they are the one who exactly knows the whole context.

Ever since childhood, you got separated from her because of the amount of attention she has. Just imagine being twins, exleactibg for both to have the power like everybody does in the jujutsu community. Just like the zenin twins, maki, who was born with no cursed energy yet she managed to get in top, and was now being looked up to by other young sorcerers. 

You could never be like her. Just no.

You lie down on the futon and cover yourself with the thick blanket you had. Oh to dream of megumi, finally reciprocating your love for him in 6 years. That would be a dream come true. For the ugliest yet heartbreaking truth, you can never be someone like your sister, who was somebody to him.

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