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burninlovebutler · 2 years ago

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Just an Intern // Part 3

pairing: austin x makeup artist!reader | word count: 8.7k-ish

warnings: angst, smut, FLUFF???, confusing arrogant asshole!austin, one bed, alcohol, hot tub 👀, fingering, play fighting, lots of dialogue, fries lore lol, truth or dare, name calling, physical altercation, yelling, screaming, crying, i am so sorry (but not really), 18+ MDNI

summary: while the set of Bikeriders remains buried under snow, you're imprisoned at the nearest ski lodge, in the last vacancy with none other than your arch nemesis. as the novelty of a packed resort wears off quickly, you find yourself on a drunken adventure led by an unexpected partner in crime... literally.

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Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before they touch my cheek

But I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed

Can you see his silhouette?

A glaring white morning light lulled you from your slumber. You were so warm and comfortable…. too warm and comfortable. Your eyes shot open and your body stilled completely the minute you sensed a heavy arm that was wrapped around your waist and a body pressed against your backside.

What the fuck

Last night’s events raced through your mind, remembering your transgressions with the actor vividly, but the end was quite fuzzy. All you remembered was going to shower then coming out to a completely dark room with Austin sleeping at the far edge of the twin sized bed, facing away from you. Then you slipped into bed, turned the opposite direction and fell asleep.

How the fuck did you end up being little spoon to the man that told you he’d rather rot in hell than sleep next to you. You stared at the wooden wall, following each swirl as if it would give you the answer to get out from this death trap of impending doom. You decided to take the plunge and try to slip from his grasp. A slight sleepy groan rumbled behind you made your eyes squeeze shut, like you were expecting a bomb to go off.

You knew exactly the song and dance it would ensue – some furious accusation and an insult.

Much to your surprise you felt him freeze just as you did then try to escape quietly. The realization hit that he perhaps didn’t know you were awake either. I mean realistically what would he reprimand you for? He was wrapped around you, what was he going to claim? That you forced him to play big spoon?

You chose to keep your place, taking advantage of the predisposition that you were still asleep. Besides it would give you just a sliver of peace before you had to go back to his ‘Intern’. There was a slight tug of sheets, then a cold emptiness when he pulled from the mattress.

He let out another hushed grunt then, “Fuck.” He mumbled to himself silently. You curiously opened one eye to observe him. He rounded the bed going to the dresser, tapping his fingertips across the top like he was looking for something. His hand landed on a pair of black rimmed glasses you hadn’t noticed when you went to bed in the dark. You couldn’t help but prop up a subtle brow.

Wanting to savor this little secret you stumbled upon, you decided to ‘wake up’ giving a performative stretch before cocooning yourself in the duvet. “Glasses huh?” You held back a ‘caught ya’ smirk, then a stifled giggle when you noticed him jump a tiny bit at the surprise.

He turned at the startle and instantly rolled his eyes. He hadn’t been awake not even 5 minutes and he was already annoyed with you. “Yes, I wear glasses, big whoop.”

“Well, I just didn’t know.” You tugged your bottom lip in trying not to laugh at his obviously embarrassed reaction.

“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, Intern.” He spat back, turning to the phone ringing – to the tune of… Burnin Love? by Elvis? You were learning more about this man than you cared to know. He snatched his phone so fast, before it even got to the ‘hunka hunka’. Another thing he was clearly embarrassed about.

“What’s up?” While he spoke into the phone you found yourself distracted by the muscular lines of his bare back, just then noticing he was shirtless. His skin was golden and was toned like a swimmer. You followed the curvatures of his body down to were they met small dimples in his lower back then disappeared into blue stripped pajama pants.

His evidently aggravated groan snapped you out of your expedition down his body.

“Fucking great.” Bringing his hand to both temples. “We’re still fucking snowed in. We’re stuck here until tomorrow at least.”

Fuck

“I take it there are no other rooms available?”

“No Intern, obviously not, the roads are closed. Nobody can fucking leave.”

You both went your separate ways and you couldn’t have been happier, finally getting a moment to breathe and relax. There was a tiny café within the resort that you hid in most of the day taking time to catch up on the book you had been neglecting. The snow outside continued to pile up with no end in sight. Your odds of escaping Austin weren’t looking very promising. While it was what you wanted, there was a part of you – the machoistic part of you – that didn’t want it to end, just yet.

Before you knew it, it was evening and you were trying to avoid the hotel room at all costs, not wanting to risk running into Austin. So, you found yourself at the same bar from the Landon incident yesterday. You pressed your palms against the bar ledge that was littered with your coworkers, including Landon out of the corner of your eye. He sent a chill up your spine, but he seemed distracted by some giggly extra.

“Vodka soda please.” You ordered from the rather attractive bar tender. Maybe you could end up in someone else’s bed that night, maybe it would stave off the remnants Austin’s touch left on you. Regardless you had a mission - getting fucking wasted. How else were you supposed to deal with the confusion clouding in your head?

About 2 vodka sodas in, an aggravated sigh came from your left, “You would be here.” Said the exact voice you were trying to elude.

“What the fuck does that mean?” You rolled your eyes turning to him. He wore a plain black shirt that hugged his toned arms, tight dark denim jeans and leather boots.

He shrugged, “You just would.” Evading the question. “I guess I don’t blame you, there’s nothing else open in here at night.”

“Exactly.” You agreed taking a sip of your third drink, sending a warmth through your veins, then down to your core at the sight of his skilled fingers wrapped around a half-drank bourbon on the rocks.

“Last call!” Boomed from the tattooed bar tender.

“What?” You questioned, surprised. You tapped your phone screen to wake the time, “What, it’s only 12?”

“Bar closes at 12 on Sundays.” The worker informed, beginning his closing duties by wiping down the counter.

“Augh.” Austin groaned easily downing the remainder of his drink and harshly landed it on the bar. Without another word he was already out the door, likely at one of the cast’s room parties that had been going on.

You were in no rush to be alone in a hotel room but after a stroll through an uneventful empty lobby you decided to call it a night.

Opening the door to your room you noticed something that had been hiding behind a curtain, a wide open door. Being under the impression that the actor would be in some room party, you hesitantly tiptoed across the room. Your mind ping-ponged between the possibilities.

Maybe a resident had found the wrong room

Maybe you found the wrong room

Maybe the door hadn’t been locked and was swung open by the vicious snowy winds

Maybe it was a ghost

Finally at the door you peered through it from the edge to find… a hot tub? The jetted pool sat on a wooden platform covered by the room above’s balcony. And there sat the asshole right in the middle with another full drink in his grasp.

“Where have you been!” The blonde called out in a playful tune, the alcohol evidently taken over his body. “Did you know we have a hot tub?” His voice almost excited.

“Uh…” The entire scene threw you completely off, you’d never so much as seen this man smile and now, he was lightly playing in the water. “Am I hallucinating or are you actually having a good time?”

“C’mon get in here.” He gestured to join him hurriedly, ignoring your question.

“Austin it’s fucking freezing, you’re insane.” You thought he was even crazier when you realized that he was shirtless, because what else would you wear in a jacuzzi. “I’m not getting in there.�� Shaking your head vehemently.

“It’s warm in here c’mon.” His gestures even more exaggerated through the steam that brewed above the water.

You shifted from one foot to another and chewed on your lip weighing your options. What else were you going to do? And who were you to turn down a hot tub?

“Augh fine.” You huffed, peeling your shirt over your head and unzipping then dropping your jeans. A blast of cold wind hit your bare body, covered only in a bra and panties. Your arms immediately wrapped around yourself shivering as you shuffled across the wood slats and up the short stairs.

You let out a relieved sigh once your shoulders were below the warm water across from him. “You’re fucking crazy.”

He gave you his signature eye roll, “Loosen up will ya? You’re always so stiff.”

You couldn’t help but let out loud scoff, “Me? Nah, that’s all you Actor.”

He let a chuckle as he lulled his head back, his arms resting on the edge of the tub. “Yeah, I guess I could stand to loosen up a little.”

“That’s a fucking understatement.” The edges of your lips tied into a smile.

“Hey,” He furrowed his thick brows at you, his face only illuminated by the blue tone of the pool. “That’s not very nice.” A light flick of water propelled at you from his fingertips.

“Hey!” You dodged the attack, “That wasn’t very nice.” Splashing warm water back at him.

“Oh, I don’t think you wanna play this game, Intern.” He brows propped up throwing another wave of water at you.

“Oh, I think I do Actor.” Swimming diagonal from him giving you a new angle to battle him with a rush of water.

He feigned surprise, “You’re goin’ down.” Mimicking your actions, getting you good that time, soaking you completely.

A giggle left your mouth as you attempted to swim in the opposite direction splashing him back once more. You heard another foreign laugh from him matching yours. “No, you’re goin’ down buddy.”

In some miscalculation you ended up near him and mid splashing war you felt familiar sizable hands take hold of your waist pulling you into his lap.

What kinda twilight zone were you in when this menace was play fighting and giggling with you?

After the initial stun of the move, you caught your breath your eyes meeting his. The ebbing waves from the tub reflected into his aqua eyes, the ripples of the water seemed to swim in them.

Silence fell between you both as the laughter had dissipated and the only communication was in your stare. You tried to place his thoughts by analyzing his eyes. At that point you had gotten fairly good at reading him though this sight was new, and you had no clue at what was behind it.

His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, the proximity of him now very apparent. The scent of bourbon laid thick on his breath. Your own air lodged in your throat as you took in the sight of him. Under the glow of the moon, he looked so soft, a lens you’d never seen him through before. He was so exquisite like that - flushed rosy cheeks, drunken glossy eyes and all.

Your entire body froze when his lips met yours, his arms wrapping around your torso. Whether it was the alcohol, the moon or your genuine desire, something let yourself melt into it fully. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You expected him to escalate it with his tongue the way he did before, but he didn’t, his lips just took yours in completely.

You decided to take the plunge and slide your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance and he complied. His hands slid up your sides pulling you closer and your hands tangled into the little curls at the nape of his neck. The entire experience was different than any other time you’d hooked up with him, it mirrored his current demeanor – soft, gentle. He wasn’t groping and squeezing like he normally did, he just held you as your tongues danced together.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and found a not surprising prominent bulge beneath you. A groan rumbled in his chest when you pressed your panty-covered warmth against his boxer-covered erection.

As you grinded against him, the feeling of his tip nudging your bundle made you so desperate to relieve the rampant buzzing in your core. It was making you weak and was distracting you from the kiss. You reluctantly pulled from his soft lips and fell onto his shoulder letting out tiny whimpers as he rocked his hips against you.

He pressed full kisses in the curvature of your neck causing a churning in your tummy that wasn’t arousal, but something different. Something familiar but you couldn’t quite place. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled into your shoulder, his voice deep and dripping in liquor.

A short breathy whimper involuntarily escaped you, “You think so?” Your inner voice taking no time in reprimanding you for seeking validation from such a douchebag. His names for you weren’t normally so kind, nevertheless a compliment.

“Mhm,” He hummed against your shoulder, his hand tangling in your hair as he peppered kisses across your skin. “The prettiest.” He whispered below your ear, unleashing a kaleidoscope of butterflies throughout your chest, your ribcage locking them in. You knew it was the alcohol talking but you clung to every word.

You were so needy for him that only small moans left your mouth, “Please Austin, I need your cock.” You breathed out, your heart beating so hard you thought it might pop out. Your hips rutted against his length the wet material of your panties allowing your lips to part around his shaft, teasing him with your entrance. “Please?” Exaggerating your whine.

He groaned at your actions, fingers harshly digging into your thighs. “No.” He said simply, his touch now gliding up your thighs, “Let me take care of you.”

His response took you by surprise, “W-what?” You stuttered but didn’t pull from him. A hand drew up your inner thigh, scorching the skin it passed, then fingers up your panties.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He repeated, his fingertips easily pulling your panties to the side and rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit. A gasp left your lips at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck.” You faintly muttered against his neck and leaned into his touch. “Please. I need you.” Your right hand tugging at his hair and the left curling into his shoulder.

“I wanna try something, do you trust me?” He asked, the question throwing you off, both at what he could possibly be thinking and whether you knew the answer. It occurred to you that it was the second time he’d asked you that impossible question, the first time in the saloon on set. You wondered on what planet he was living on where he had given you any reason to trust him. If anything, he should be the last person on earth to trust. And yet, you lied, “Hm- Yes.” Curious to find out his idea.

He purred against your shoulder and gently lifted your hips off of him then placed you across his lap. With one hand he slid your panties down your legs and draped it over the edge of the pool. You held onto him by an arm around his neck as his hand slid up your thighs again and spread them wide.

The pads of his fingers once again found your core, rounding your swollen nub then down dipping into your entrance. “Fuck.” You breathed out as his digits curled into your sweet spot. You let him float you to the edge of the tub, it was unclear to you why until you felt the strong stream of water from one of the jets. A sharp gasp fell from your lips at the immediate pressure.

“Oh my god,” Your chest was heaving, and your nails dug into his back. While the jet took care of your clit, his fingers were taking care of your core, fucking you in a way you never thought fingers could. It was rhythmic like a choreographed dance, every pump into your pussy landed in a curl into your g-spot and you never knew you could feel so much pleasure from so many areas at once. Your heart was thumping in your throat with a tight knot in your stomach threatening you to unravel already. “Oh my god Austin.”

“I know baby, I know.” He continued his plight on your neck, trailing passionate kisses all over it. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah- Fuck.” You could barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. His little experiment with you was overriding every nerve, waves of tingling pleasure washing through you, even causing your toes to curl. “Fuck Aus, I’m close I’m so fucking close.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut barely holding on to your sanity. The bliss was practically numbing your brain, every thought was him, only him. His eyes that could make you wet with just one look, his plump lips that stamped kisses all over you, his skilled tongue against your own and even better on your clit, the curve of his neck and collar bone where you’d place your own kisses, his agile hips that allowed him to drill his perfect fucking cock into you. Right then you could’ve sworn he was some Greek god from the insurmountable euphoria that possessed your body.

His mouth pulled your skin into a suck while his tongue swirled over the darkening spot. “Let it out baby c’mon, cum for me.” His deep voice rumbled against your neck. That and a perfectly synchronized hit of the jet stream on your throbbing bundle and his fingers curved into you, set off your climax. The height of your orgasm ripped through you so violently that your moans were completely silent – which you we’re grateful for because you knew your coworkers were just above you. Your nails dug into his shoulder and your thighs clamped around his hand and you heard him let out a sort of entertained chuckle. If you weren’t underwater your juices most definitely would’ve soaked his thigh completely.

Once fully spent, you fell limp on his chest, heavy breaths flowing into his neck, “Fuck.” You murmured. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer against him. The act was so intimate compared to… well any other interaction you’d had with him. He was always so cold and rigid, now he was tender and warm. You blinked up at him, his focus on the stars above you. Even his moonlit features were soft compared to his normal sharp edges. “You sure like to use water fixtures as sex toys huh.” You tugged a lip between your teeth hoping the joke would land.

He took a moment to respond, his brows scrunching together before looking down at you, “Huh?”

You let out a tiny giggle, “Because the faucet on set-“

“Oh oh, yeah!” He boomed a drunken laugh straight from deep in his chest, “Yeah, I guess I do.” Looking down at you, for a moment you couldn’t tell the difference between the stary midnight sky behind him and the twinkling navy in his eyes. “Did you not like it? Because it seemed like you did-“ His voice sounded almost insecure, as if he was worried about disappointing you. The hint of insecurity echoed the one from earlier in the hotel room, about his glasses.

“No, no I definitely do.” You laughed, pulling yourself up to wrap both arms around his neck, straddling him once again. “I’ve just never been with someone so… innovative.” Your lips pressed together to stifle a chuckle.

The joke earned you another hearty laugh from the glowing blonde, which made you realize you’d barely heard him laugh before, nonetheless smile. And right now, he was a grinning mess, and he hadn’t even cum. From the lack of stiffness beneath you it seemed that the alcohol had taken its toll. Under any other circumstances, if there was a more competitive game at play, you would’ve tried your hardest to return the favor. But he was giggly and touchy and the nicest you’d ever seen him, you didn’t want to cut it short, so you laid against his shoulder again just taking in his breathing.

“You’re pretty funny.” He said once he caught his breath from laughing.

“Yeah?” You blushed and a giant grin pulled at your lip’s edges, for some reason you felt embarrassed and hid further into his neck. “I’m glad you think so.” You whispered beneath his ear and molded your body further around his, taking advantage of his warmth. He reciprocated, wrapping you up in his arms.

Silence fell for what felt like an eternity and you thought for sure the moment was about to end, and this unicorn version of asshole actor would disappear. But he surprised you yet again.

“I’m hungry.” He stated simply, “I want fries.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “What?”

“I want fries!” He repeated, matter-of-factly. “We should go get fries.”

“Austin, where the fuck are we gonna get fries? The kitchens are closed and it’s not like we can DoorDash in a snowstorm.” You stated the obvious, sitting up in his lap.

You watched the gears churning in his head as if it was a difficult equation before the most mischievous playful smirk spread across his face. Immediately you knew it couldn’t mean anything good. “Austin,” You warned, propping up a cautious eyebrow, “What are you thinking.”

He practically threw you off of him, landing you to be floating alone in what now seemed like a giant empty ocean without him in it. He scrambled quickly into the hotel room, dripping water across the carpet, only in some plaid boxers. Once the blur of the action caught up to you, you followed suit, nearly flying out of the tub into the freezing cold air. “What are you doing!” You called after him as he hastily dried off with a towel and changed into sweats and a hoodie faster than you’d ever seen anyone move.

The mischievous smile never left his face in his hurried actions and stayed focused on his mission. In that moment you realized you were now babysitting a drunken toddler. Like any good caretaker, you matched his speed but soon remembered your limited wardrobe choices. He was already halfway out the door and the only reasonably warm and accessible choices were another hoodie and pair of sweats from his duffle.

“Austin!” You first shouted loudly after him, stumbling out the door trying to slide fully into your sneakers. Then in a more hushed yell, not wanting to wake the entire lodge at 2 am. “Where are you going!”

“Fries!” He threw over his shoulder as he booked it down the stairs.

“Hey! Slow down!” Taking a moment to catch your breath before following him down the two flights of mahogany stairs. “You couldn’t have taken the elevator at least?”

Finally, you caught up to him, standing in front of the restaurant that hosted the rotating buffet during the day. You leaned over attempting to catch your breath gripping your chest, reminding you that maybe a weekly gym day wouldn’t hurt. “They’re clearly closed Aus.” You huffed out, gesturing your arm at the darkened restaurant. The way it was laid out was that the floor was open so the buffet serving areas and seating were open, but the kitchen was locked. He was bent over eyeing the lock. “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”

“Hmmm.” He hummed and stood up to face you, he held his tongue between his lips as he seemed to analyze you, then reached into your damp hair and plucked out a bobby pin you had forgotten was in there. He went back to his crouched position, unfolding the metal accessory in his sizable hands.

“No no no.” You whispered, “Austin you’re gonna get us in trouble what are you doing!”

“I’m opening a door that we found, already open y/n, obviously.” He slid the pin into the keyhole and wiggled it around.

“Oh god you’re really doing this aren’t you.” You brought a hand to your temple.

It didn’t take long for the doorknob to click open, probably because the hotel didn’t think patrons would be breaking in. “Aha!” He proclaimed, flinging the door open and turning on the blinding overhead lights. Relief washed over you when you didn’t hear immediate alarms blaring.

“I fucking can’t believe you’re doing this.” You exasperated, dropping your arms at your sides, “You know there aren’t going to be just magically fresh fries right?”

“Relax Intern,” His mission stayed focused on pillaging the stainless-steel industrial kitchen for his desired snack. “I know what I’m doing.” Waving you off.

“Oh,” You placed both hands on your hips, “You break into kitchens often?”

He shot you an unimpressed look, “No, if you must know,” He somehow miraculously found the frozen fries. “I used to work in a kitchen, I know how to make some pretty fuckin’ dope fries.” He inspected the knobs of the deep fryer and clicked it to a high setting.

“Oh, you mean before you were just an actor?” You sassed, crossing your arms across your chest and popping out a hip.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Believe it or not I was once a struggling actor.” The fries sizzled in the oil when he dunked an obscene amount of into the appliance.

“Ah, I see the humbleness didn’t stick around.” You teased back, walking over to the wall and flipped off 3/4ths of the blinding fluorescent lights, leaving only the one’s above the counters.

He shot you another glare, “Keep talkin’ like that and ya aren’t gonna get any fries.”

You contemplated continuing your defiance but ultimately decided the midnight snack was more important. They were already in the fryer after all, might as well follow through.

He drew the fries from the oil, threw them into a giant silver bowl, and salted them like a pro, tossing them in the air and everything.

You ended up on the floor of the dark kitchen, sat across from him binging on the perfectly golden fries and a random wine bottle you’d found. For someone who was evidently wasted, they were beyond impressive. “Damn, you weren’t lying, these are so fucking good.” You complimented then shoved a handful of salty fries into your mouth. On a first date, you’d never eat like that in front of anyone, but this wasn’t a first date, this was a drunken adventure with an asshole.

“I told you.” He went for another fistful of salted potatoes. “I was the best damn line cook that surf and turf place had ever seen.” He sassed, waving a fry for extra attitude.

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, “You so would work at a surf and turf restaurant.”

He feigned insult with a dropped jaw, “What is that supposed to mean!”

You giggled and shrugged, taking a sip from the wine bottle. “You just give that typa vibe.” You teased, covering your mouth to hide the chuckle that threatened to erupt.

“Well, that’s not very nice.” He picked up a fry and tossing it at you. He shot a smirk at you then stole the wine bottle, taking a long swig. His plump lips molded around the bottle opening, his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.

You gasped, “You’re not very nice.” You plucked a fry from the heap and hurled it back at him. His gaze turned to a playful one, moving slowly to the bowl scooping a bundle of fries and heaving them at you.

“You’re a fucking child you know that?” Your tone serious but gasping an equal bit of fries while he was focused on your expression, throwing it right back at him. First the water fight and now this? Who the fuck abducted Actor and who was sitting across from you?

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He sat up on his knees, taking a fistful of your improvised dinner and aimed a bit too close to your face. Your hands immediately covered your eyes, “Ow!” You whined, sitting back on your legs, “You hit my eye!”

Instantly you heard him move the bowl and wine out of the way to cross the gap between you. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.” The hands that normally had been so rough on you, now delicately holding onto your wrists.

“It really hurts.” You whimpered, not moving your hands from your face.

“I didn’t mean to y/n, I swear.” He said softly then gently tugging at your hands. “C’mon let me see, we can wash out your eyes or something.”

A mischievous smirk spread across your lips beneath your hands, taking the fries that landed on you and smushing them into his chest. “Ha! I gotcha!”

Utter shock softened his face once he realized he’d been played. “That’s not fucking funny, I thought I- that I had-“ He struggled to find his words amidst the swirl of competitiveness and deception. It seemed as though his thoughts had halted as he watched your expression. The silence bounding around the industrial kitchen was haunting, unsure as to whether he was actually upset or if he would counter your move.

While you were attempting to decipher his motives, he abruptly took your cheeks into his large hands and pulled you into a kiss. The way his lips felt pressed against yours sent flutters down into your tummy, but they were different than the usual flurries of desire he gave you, these almost made you sick.

It took no time for your own hands to find a home tangled his hair. He inched forward indicating that he wanted you to lay back and you obeyed the silent request, slowly leaning back to land flat against the thankfully freshly mopped floor.

The kiss was tender, not hungry or ravenous, not even pushing to enter your mouth. In that moment, he wasn’t looking for anything more than that.

Your lips stayed locked for what seemed like a lifetime. A part of you almost grew uncomfortable at the intimacy, reflexively wanting to deepen the kiss. That’s all he’d ever wanted before after all, wasn’t it? You’d never had just a kiss before, with no ulterior motives. Why would he?

So, you wanted to fast forward to the part you knew was coming, not wanting to linger in a meaningless moment longer than necessary. You couldn’t afford to hold onto a fantasy, nor did you want to. But every muscle in your body ceased to function. His hands held your face and drew the pads of his thumbs across your cheekbones gently while your fingers traveled through his hair like a maze.

He was the exactly that - a maze, a human embodiment of one. You followed each path of his thinking you figured the way out, only to find you had no idea what you were doing or where you were going. You were trapped within an impossible labyrinth you never meant to enter.

His lips struggled to demagnetize from yours and hovered above your face. His navy eyes swirled reluctance, seemingly lost in some maze of his own. “I uh-“ He sat back on his legs, scratching the back of his head and eyes diverting from you. “We should probably head back to the room.”

And just like that, you reached another dead end in his labyrinth.

When you woke the next morning, the bed was empty. At first it took you by surprise, then a pit formed in your stomach. It was naïve of you to think that your drunken adventures with a rare Austin would change anything, foolish to think that version of him would stick around in the sober daylight. You wanted so badly to believe that wasn’t the truth, but you knew it was.

It dawned on you, why did that pit even form? This was the shithead that tormented you at work, treated you like shit and called you insufferable. In what twisted reality should you be sad that the illusion of a decent human fueled by alcohol didn’t stay for breakfast. At what point did you decide you wanted that version of him to stay? That’s not really what you want, was it? Of course not.

You brought your palms and pressed them into your eyes in a feeble attempt to clear out the thoughts swirling in your head. In a swift fling of the thick bedding, you unglued yourself from the bed, shuffling over to the window to check on the snow status. Thick snow still coated every surface, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before, which meant that you’d probably be freed from this prison in the next day or two.

“Thank fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, instinctively tucking your arms into your sides when you felt a chill. It was only then that you realized that you were still wearing his clothes. For whatever reason, you did a quick scan of the room as if someone would see you pulling up the collar of the hoodie taking an inhale. It smelled like him mingled with his cologne, a woodsy musk. You mentally scolded yourself when the tinge of longing filled your chest. Why the fuck would you miss him?

Then the memory of you sitting with him on the kitchen floor flashed across your mind pulling a giddy grin across your lips. “Fucking stop it.” Smacking your palm into your forehead. You shook your head trying to shake out whatever fucked up disease had taken over your mind, that was the only explanation for what you were feeling. The best way you could think of trying to remedy this ailment of yours was to take a long, hot shower. Maybe it’d wash it all away.

Once in the bathroom you let out a groan when you noticed all the towels were used and thrown about. “Fucking men.”

You headed down to the lobby and got the attention of a clerk. “Hi sorry to bother you but could I possibly get some more towels?”

“Sure of course! It’s no bother sweetie.” The middle-aged attendant sweetly smiled before heading into the back office.

She returned with a tower of fresh white towels. “There you go hon.” Placing them on the granite counter in front of you, “Your boyfriend use ‘em all?” She questioned in a joking tone.

You reflexively scoffed, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.”

“Hm.” She pressed her lips together as if she had more to say but didn’t want to divulge.

“What?” You asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Well it’s just- well I remembered you both from the night the snowstorm first hit so-“ She seemed to be trying to piece together some pieces of a puzzle in her head.

“…Mhm?” You urged on curious as to where this could possibly be going.

“So, when we had a vacancy open up yesterday, we called and asked him if he wanted to take it.” You knitted your brows together as you now tried to piece together the puzzle. “And well… he declined. So, I just assumed…”

“He turned down a room to himself?” You repeated for clarification, which was met with a timid nod, obviously feeling guilty for sharing personal information. “I uh, I have to go.” You stated shortly, snatching the tower of towels, “Thank you so much!” You thanked while you quickly made it back to the room.

After your much needed long, hot shower you decided to roam the all-inclusive resort. The only perk of being there was that there was decent amount of things to do during the day. From bars to in house casinos, arcades, spas, even a bowling alley. While you told yourself it was because you were bored, in the pit of your tummy there was a part of you that hoped you’d bump into your…enemy?

You wandered around the wooden halls of the resort with a pamphlet of all your options. Each corridor, room and lobby were decorated in typical lodge décor, animal heads on the wall, buffalo print everything, luxurious fireplaces. Everything except the deer heads was stunning, if you visited under different circumstances the mini vacation would’ve been a tranquil little getaway.

Since Austin supposedly hated you, Landon was a creep and Tom had his own friend group, you were alone. There was a door at the very end of the hallway that intrigued you. Once you peered in you saw a much cozier den-style bar, a huge square sectional couch facing a stone fireplace. On the opposite a very quaint bar. As you scanned the room for possible acquaintances you landed on a group of familiar faces.

“Y/N!” Called Tom, “You’re just in time. We’re just about to play truth or dare!”

What we were in 6th grade?

You locked eyes with your resident tormentor, because of course he’d be there. There was a split second where you thought things would be different after last night but when he gave you a warning look to decline the game offer, you knew it was a pipe dream. That gentle, playful man from the hot tub and the kitchen was gone, just like that. Then, the hatred you’d always felt before piped back into you, like a coffee pot filling with molten hot caffeine. Keeping eye contact with him the edges of your lips curled into a cocky smile, “Sounds great.” You sauntered over to the place next to Tom that faced opposite of Austin.

A few rounds of the game ensued, nothing too juicy at first but the game soon heated up when the group had downed a fair number of drinks. It was a stagehand’s turn to dare Austin. The brunette male, who had been working near many of your interactions together, gave him a playful smirk, “I dare you…” His eyes landed on you, “To make out with y/n.”

How fucking juvenile

You weren’t sure why the absolute jarring panic settled into your stomach, but Austin’s expression of immediate disgust didn’t help.

“I’m not doing that.” He said sternly, his tone oddly irritated.

“Oh, c’mon dude, it’s just a kiss.” The stagehand, Ryan, prodded jokingly.

“No. I’m not fucking doing it, give me a truth.” His brows low and knitted, eyes dark and mean.

“Fine.” Ryan, clearly annoyed and drunk, matched his unnecessarily angry tone, “Have you fucked the intern?” The question hushed every person around the fireplace, an uneasy tension filled in the air.

Blood rushed to Austin’s face and a vein pulsed in his forehead. He was trying to restrain his anger, squeezing his fists to stave it off. Your own steaming coffee pot was on the verge of overflowing.

Whether it was the tequila or something else that fueled you was unclear but you balled up your own fists, and before you could stop yourself, the words flew out, “I’m not a fucking intern!” You boomed out louder than intended and shooting you straight up on your feet.

Austin rolled his eyes, sharply pushing off from the couch, “I’m fuckin’ outta here.” He scoffed, headed for the doorway.

“Answer the question you fuckin’ pussy!” Called a way too far gone Ryan. “We already know the answer.” He added in a cocky snide.

Any sinister look you’d ever seen on Austin didn’t compare to the one that bore into Ryan. You were surprised his fist wasn’t bashed into his face already, if there weren’t so many witnesses he probably would’ve been pummeled to a mush.

“Let’s get this fucking straight.” He hissed, his eyes locked on Ryan, never once glancing at you, like you weren’t even in the room. “I have never and will never put my hands on such a low budget, low level, filthy whore nobody of an Intern.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his words, a consequential dagger speared right through your intestines. You knew he hated you, he called you insufferable. You knew he hated you, you knew it even after last night, but you never expected him to say such vile words about you. A lump formed in your throat and tears welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry there – not in front of all your coworkers, not after being completely and utterly humiliated. Every ounce of alcohol in your bloodstream fueled your stomp over to him and didn’t even realize what you had done until you felt your palm stinging like a bitch from landing on his face. His hand instantly reaching to cover his newly red cheek from your slap, his eyes wide in disbelief, then narrowed with furious realization.

“Fuck you,” You attempted to hide the quiver in your voice, “You fucking rotten, disgusting, repulsive human being.” Your teeth clenched, you knew your little outburst could very well get you fired but there was too much rage and liquor in your body to care.

He did nothing, not a brow raise, not a twist in his face, nothing. Perhaps he’d never had someone talk back to him like that. Without further explanation he just pushed past you, knocking your shoulder back with his weight. The gravity of what just happened settled into your chest, having such a cruel intimate moment in front of all your colleagues was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. Something you’d never be able to forget, something you could never forgive. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt all eyes on you and your heart began to race feeling the purest form of ‘flight’ mode you’d ever had in your life.

When you escaped there was no sign of Austin in sight. You knew he had to have gone back to the room, hopefully to pack his shit and leave. And if he wasn’t then you would, even if you had to beg to stay in someone’s room. All the way up the elevator your heart thumped against your rib cage, shaking out your hands and taking deep breaths mentally preparing yourself for confrontation.

You unlocked the door and found him standing there, looking like he got there just before you did. The anxiety of the confrontation dissipated the moment you laid eyes on his hardened face. “Get out.” You stated harshly, brushing past him yourself mimicking his actions from before.

“Intern there’s nowhere for me to fucking go.” His voice already raised and ready for battle, “I’m not fucking happy about it either but-“

Your brows scrunched together downwards, steam practically pouring from your ears. “You’re a liar! A filthy fucking liar! Get. Out.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not lying-“ He began but his incessant voice was driving you more livid by the minute.

“I know about the fucking vacant room Austin.” You growled, using his name and not Actor to let him know how serious you were. Just from how he opened his mouth to speak you could tell he was about to lie again so you beat him to it. “The front desk lady told me. Tell me Austin, if you hate me so goddamn much then why didn’t you just take the room? To fuck with me? To take me on some stupid drunken adventure to trick me into thinking you actually have a heart?”

He stayed silent, which only made you angrier. You just called him out on his bullshit, and he couldn’t even react. “Actually no, you know what? I’m the fucking liar. Because out there I called you a human being, but you’re too fucked up to be a human, you’re a fucking cockroach – I try to stomp you out but you keep fucking coming back.” When the words left there was an immediate sense of release, everything that had built up in your system spilled out.

“Oh, I’m a cockroach? If I’m such a cockroach, then why do you keep coming back for more huh?” He hissed, his arrogant scrunched face pissed you off even more. He had no right to talk to you like that after what he did. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was making you cum.” Purposely using jarring sexual defenses to hurt you.

You thought lava was about to start seeping through your skin, what made it worse was that you didn’t have an answer. “Augh!” You grunted, pacing in a short lap, your fingers curling around air. “You are so fucking infuriatingly heartless it’s nauseating!”

He scoffed, “Well, I may be heartless, but you’re fucking naïve.” He snarled. “Naïve to think I would ever actually enjoy your company outside of your body.”

Your jaw dropped, tears pricked your eyes again realizing how senseless you were to have thought he was anything else but the arrogant, cruel man you met that first day on set. The building rage turned your tears into a terrifying laugh, “Oh, my body huh? That’s funny because out there you said you’d never touch me, when in there” Pointing to the back door leading to the hot tub, “You touched me with nothing in return for you. You were the one who wanted to ‘take care of me’, you held me, you called me pretty!” The ending sounding so pathetic, instantly regretting the vulnerability knowing it would be used as ammo.

He cackled, “Oh c’mon Intern you can’t be serious, nobody ever taught you not to believe the things men say when they’re drunk? It didn’t mean anything, I was drunk, I lied.”

The words sliced like blades and every ounce of restraint drained from your body. “You are by far the worst person I’ve ever had the disgrace of knowing. I wish I never fucking met you. If I could go back in time, I would turn down my apprenticeship. My apprenticeship, because I’m not and have never been a fucking intern!” Your voice raised into a yell, “I would throw away my entire career if it meant I could avoid ever crossing paths with you.”

A few moments passed and he was still there, silent and blank. You couldn’t read him at all, if he was angry or sad or insulted. He could’ve easily turned it on you, but he didn’t. He just stared at you.

Everything from the first day on set to the day of the snowstorm, yesterday and everything in between, compounded in your mind. Every insult, every backhanded comment, every accusation replayed in your head. No one had ever made you feel as low and as shitty as he did. The lump from before reclaimed its place in your throat and tears began to pool in your eyes, finally needing real answers. “Why do you treat me like this huh? Why do you say the horrible things you say to me? Call me all the vile names you do? What did I ever fucking do to you?” While you were holding back tears your voice remained furious and combative. “Why do you fucking hate me!”

His brows furrowed and his sharp jaw noticeably clenched, “You’re just fucking infuriating and annoying and it- it just drives me fucking insane!”

“What does! What the fuck do I do that bothers you so fucking much!” You nearly screamed out.

“You- just-“ He was grasping at straws, “No matter how much I try to hate you I fucking can’t!” His words darted from his tongue faster than he had time to process. His widened eyes gave away how much he regretted his slip up.

“W-What?” You stuttered out confused, that being the last thing you expected him to say. The rapid thumping of your heart accelerated, allowing only short breaths and you even felt a little lightheaded. You were overloaded, angry, confused, hurt, heartbroken, embarrassed. The small bit of control you had left was gone and the tears made their full appearance.

The minute he noticed the tears streaming down your face, Austin’s twisted face softened right before your eyes, even softer than the night before. “I-“ He stepped towards you but you immediately winced and recoiled from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You cried out wiping the tears from your face in an attempt to halt them.

In true Austin fashion, he didn’t listen, and his hands found your own on your cheeks. In an even stranger turn of events, he leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips. Then he gently pulled your hands from your face, you looked up at him with watery puzzled eyes. You instinctively smacked his arm to push him away, but his strong arm didn’t budge.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands and placed a tender kiss under each stream of tears. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly after each kiss. Every single action he did was like a twisted turn on rickety rollercoaster ride. He returned to your lips, pressed another kiss followed with, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, an extra pillowy light kiss, “I’m sorry.” He repeated, another kiss, another apology. He trailed his lips down to just below your ear, stamping additional kiss there, “I’m sorry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed another sloppy kiss below your ear, “I’m sorry.” No matter how furious you were didn’t stop the butterflies in your tummy. A longer, sloppier kiss further down your neck with a raspy, “I’m sorry.” Sent a buzzing through your chest and directly to your hips.

Maybe it was the same for you, no matter what horrible things he did or said to you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you hated him, you couldn’t. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was.

“I’m sorry, let me show you how much.” He muttered against your skin, his fingers delicately smoothing down your sides like he was plucking a harp.

The shift from abhorrent to sweet gave you whiplash, not knowing which one was genuine. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing any tears out, the salty liquid dripping off your chin. “Austin, I can’t.” You breathed out, the panic attack-like heaving never left. “Austin, you literally just humiliated me in front of everyone. You called me a filthy whore nobody, in front of everyone.” Reluctantly pulling from his grasp. His once venomous eyes now soft and apologetic, but that’s exactly what he did wasn’t it? He’d wrap you back in his hold like prey, constrict you until you were blue in the face, still hypnotizing you with snake eyes. You were a rat and he a cobra trapped in a 10 gallon tank, and he was still convincing you that he wasn’t trying to consume you whole. “I just can’t. I just- I respect myself too much. And I need you to go. I need to be alone.”

He stepped towards you once more, his fingertips ran down the back of your arms reaching your hands, taking them tenderly into his. “I’m so sorry y/n. I won’t do it again. I promise.” He bargained in a tone so quiet you’d think he was paranoid of people hearing him from behind the walls. “I’ll never talk like that ever, ever again.”

“Austin, I don’t know what you want from me.” You slipped from his hands, “But there won’t be another ‘again’. You were right the other day on set, this shouldn’t have happened.” Your voice cracked, “I need you to leave. Now.”

His look faltered, a look you’d only ever seen on the faces of defeated Olympians. “Okay.” He said lowly, stepping forward and cupping your face then pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His misty blue eyes looked down at you, “If you ever wanna cash in that apology, you know where to find me.”

Without another word he gathered his things and left to find the other room. The minute he was out the door, every emotion you had suppressed from the event took over. You doubled over gripping onto your stomach as you heaved, rivers of tears pouring from your eyes. Tight twists and knots wrapped around your abdomen, constricting you like the snake he was.

You stumbled to the bed and fell in it, wrapping the sheets around you and like a 15-year-old with their first heartbreak, you wailed into the pillow. You never felt so worthless, so pathetic, so stupid. You were so fucking stupid for letting him slither his way into you the way he did. How could anyone talk about someone like that? Someone who just last night was so sweet and gentle with you. Someone who said they didn’t mean any of it but then wanted to apologize so tenderly?

It made you sick to think how you let such evil into your body. You weren’t even able to say that you missed the red flags, you didn’t, you saw them clearly and raced past them. He showed you exactly who he was, and still let yourself believe he was something he wasn’t.

Yeah, your house was now haunted, but you were the one who invited the demon in.

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sunnyfoxsstuff · 3 months ago

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Hello! Hi! Im quite happy tonight lol between @shadowfuka here's the draw of Ghost shi qingxuan!

Be the judge buddy >;p i hope y'all like this little Fanart i made of my own fanfic! With that imma hop onto the fanfic!

Chapter 4: meeting again

Xie lian, hua cheng and shi qingxuan all shared their deserved diner

After this they went to sleep, hua cheng and xie lian sharing the same bed again it obviously became an habit while on the other hand shi qingxuan was in the guest room however he could not find sleep imediatly so he stared mostly outside looking at the nature around and falling asleep beside's the stair's of the front of puqi shrine,

In the morning the Sun ray's woked shi qingxuan up he wasnt really hungry but he decided to prepare breakfast for xie lian and hua cheng he wasnt expecting any special reaction about it from hua cheng he was more doing it for his friend as a part of pay back for his past help he had offered, not too long After xie lian woke up walking toward's the kitchen to shi qingxuan

XL:"i could've made breakfast y'know you dont need to work or do chore's around" he said feeling a bit awkward

SQX:"pff-" waving his hand "dont worry about it and i wanted to Cook breakfast since you two were still asleep i didnt wanted to bother" he said smiling looking for a minute at his friend before putting his attention back on the food he was cooking

XL:"how-..how does it feel?"

SQX:"huh?" Confused by the question his Friend had just asked

XL:"like uh- yknow? Dying and being a Ghost like- how did it felt? How do you feel?" He said smiling awkwardly

SQX:"since when did you figure it out? But i suppose i cant really hide it well yet, and didnt you asked hua cheng that? He's a Ghost even better he's a Ghost king" he say's joyfull as his usual self extending his arm's up making dramatising gestures

XL:"no i didnt asked him i usually dont it feel's kind of awkward and personnal to Ask someone 'bout their death" fidgeting with his finger's looking down a little

SQX:"hm well i suppose i could tell you, however my death wasnt really tragic unlike other people's that either die saving someone or on war or protecting someone you should know you said it yourself that i was sick gotta admit it felt like torture staying back there sitting and not being able to properly digest my food like literally! I couldnt even move!" He say's a bit annoyed about it "i was already slow because of my limbs which by the way dont really hurt anymore cant deny the pain is still a tiny bit present i dont know why or how so i keep the bandage's just incase who know's but as for my death, first my injuries were pretty Bad and barely had even healed of course and seccond i suppose the illness got me.." he said pausing for minute

A silence fell for a little while, while these minute's xie lian was preparing the bowl's for their breakfast seeing that shi qingxuan was almost done

XL:"i wish i had came back and picked you up" he said with a sad tone

SQX:"naaaa! I didnt even feel my death i just closed my eye's one morning After waking up and..poof! I was a soul!" He say's with a brighter tone bringing the rice and putting some in each bowl's not really filling his enough

XL:"sooo you didnt feel anything?" Tilting his head

SQX"nope! Not even a pinch!" Saying proudly putting the vegetables on the rice with an omelette

XL:"why did you became a Ghost then? You're not one to want vengeance and your brother is-" he shutted his mouth before saying one more word

SQX:"yeah well i thought i would pass on After all there was nothing else to do but,.." he paused thinking about that moment for a minute until he got snapped out of his thought's

XL:"but?" He said looking at shi qingxuan who's smile had wore off because of his thought's

SQX:"i saw a black silhouette looking at me with golden eye's" he say's seriously "you're probably thinking i imagined it but i didnt" he stopped seeing xie lian wanting to speak and without loosing a second he exclaimed what he was thinking

XL:"wait! So you're saying, black water sinking ship"

SQX:"mhm"

XL:"the one that traumatised you and killed your brother!," he exclaimed louder

SQX:"yeeesssssss i mean my brother was kinda going insane obviously but i still love him of course he'll always stay my ge'" he answered

XL:"why would that one person Come see you it's odd" he paused thinking with his usual thinking pose while hearing hua cheng waking and sitting at the table too and shi qingxuan starting to munch on his food

HC:"it doesnt look like what you usually Cook gege" he said looking at xie lian snapping him out of his hard thinking

XL:"oh!- yes, that's because i didnt made it shi qingxuan did he didnt wanted to bother us since he woke up before us" smiling at hua cheng finally taking the bowl and eating it without any more word's hua cheng on the other hand looked like a kid a picky eater toying a bit with his vegetables even so he still ate a little bit of it since xie lian seemed to appreciate the food

However soon enough hua cheng felt a stare and looked in the direction of shi qingxuan raising an eyebrow looking at his bowl seeing that he was empty, he tried to ignore the stare of this..New ghost but he couldnt shake it off and put down his chopsticks turning his head to shi qingxuan which had now a side smile and he started glaring back, not giving up shi qingxuan continued his stare and with that they continued their stare glare fight while sometimes breaking it to answer xie lian

In the morning shi qingxuan went off in the forest wanting to explore while hua cheng insisted that xie lian stay's and pass Time together, soon the afternoon came shi qingxuan was coming back while hua cheng was displeased with the presence of a so said 'ghost king' he looked more like a angry fish to hua cheng's eye's, xie lian however tried to make him at home but he'd refuse to enter puqi shrine as to not get more debt from hua cheng

Hua cheng and he xuan were kinda bickering seeing who would Snap at who first like a competition, when suddenly someone got Heard from a far sounding like as if they were running back

SQX:"your highness look what i got!-" he'd exclaim happily to then stop straight infront the three of them seeing he xuan up close again made him feel, fear, with a mix of a bit of happiness and didnt quite know how to act

Xie lian came toward's his friend continuing his talk "what is it what you got?" He answered as if to change his thought's

Shi qingxuan looked at xie lian for a little and then openned outer robe a bit a little white bird peeking his head out

XL:"he look's adorable! You shouldnt take animal's like that though he's a wild bird!"

SQX:"i do what i want" saying proudly "beside's he's the one that came on my shoulder he was cold so i putted him in there" petting the bird's head

He xuan just observed he didnt know why hua cheng asked him to come and seeing qingxuan standing right there wasnt feeling right, he was sure to have seen him die that day, that morning

Suddenly hua cheng coughed a little bit only to bring the attention to him "he xuan i asked you to come because thi- his highness's 'friend'. Wanted to see you dont make me do it twice." He said with a strict tone grabbing xie lian bringing him inside not wanting to deal anymore with these two he had already beared shi qingxuan's presence long enough he had even dared to cook breakfast instead of his highness saying that he was pissed would be an understatement

Both of the ghost's stared at the door that had been slammed shut right infront their nose, they both felt awkward not knowing how to start the conversation something qingxuan was usually good at, for once he xuan started talking first

HX:"so you're not dead?" Talking with the same monotone tone as before

SQX:"actually- i am-" he answered awkwardly fidgeting with his finger's

HX:"qingxuan" he sighed crossing his arm's "why are you here dont tell me it was to see me because as far as i can tell your body is against being near me." He said coldly not looking away

and he wasnt wrong qingxuan's hand's were horribly shaking he still tried to hide it by putting his hand's behind his back and smile a forcefull smile he didnt know why he couldnt just smile right now, "well i thooought we could probably start over? Our friendship, i wanna get to know you" he exclaimed with a bit of a shaky voice

HX:"sure." Still cold still monotone no change's "but i dont recall you having a home"

SQX:"i'll build my own house we could share it!-" he said determined and bold while the bird flew off back into the wild where he belong

He xuan take a sigh before walking off with an instant shi qingxuan was right behind him following

SQX:"he xuan where are you goooiiiiing!? Wait for me!" His bad leg betraying right on that moment falling face flat down on the dirt

He xuan stopped and looked back amused at the sight but keeping a neutral face, walking back toward him handing out a hand as to help him get up shi qingxuan accepted the help of course a bit embarrassed about falling down like toddler that barely knew how to walk

HX:"your leg isnt healed isnt it?" Looking down at the Bad leg that qingxuan was keeping up

SQX:"uhm, well it depend on the time sometime's it does hurt sometime's it doesnt" he answered to then saying lowly "i didnt thought it would hurt right now, its embarrassing it was fine until now"

HX:"you Can walk or do you need a stick?" He raised an eyebrow looking at him

SQX:"i'd rather die than keep a walking stick by my side!" He exclaimed with a pouting face

HX:"..you are already dead idiot" slapping gently qingxuan's back head

SQX:"hey!"

After a little while of fighting and chatting which was as usual only qingxuan talking he xuan made a teleportation array to a nice spot and offered qingxuan to live in a small but big enough house that had been abandonned there,

He wasnt much of a builder so he agreed and so their journey together started.

Imma stop here i feel like i wrote longer than usual! However i loved writing this chapter my creativity just kept flowing lol x)

#fanfic #shi qingxuan #he xuan #mxtx tgcf #tgcf #xie lian #digital art #beefleaf #hualian #hua cheng

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scarletwinterxx · 10 months ago

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and you knew what it was, he is in love - doyoung scenario

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There's this phrase from a book you've read a long time ago that stuck with you, somewhere along the lines "I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once".

That's exactly how you would describe the way you fell in love with him. Little by little, like you were floating away then all at once you realized he's the one.

It's all the little things he did and still does that makes your heart flutter. How attentive he is, he knows when you're in the room shooting you a smile and saving a seat right beside him.

He'd tell you stories and ask you about your day. He asked about all the things you liked hoping he could one day be a part of that list.

He remembers you love your iced coffee in the morning so for you he'd get up early even though he's not a morning person. It doesn't matter though, not when you smile at him so brightly you might as well replace the sun as the center of his universe.

He pays attention to you, even when you don't know it. You always forget to bring a hair tie, so a lot of times you have to brush your hair away from your face sometimes he does it too. An action so simple yet it was enough to leave you a blushing mess.

Then one day just another day of you forgetting to bring your hair tie, but before you could brush your hair back he holds you by the shoulders making you stand in front of him. He gathers all of your hair with one hand and gets the tie with the other, he watched so many video tutorials on how to do this but he's still so nervous afraid that he might hurt you. But then you turned to face him with a confused but amused look on your face.

"Where'd you learn how to do that and where did you get the hair tie?" you asked

"I got it at the convenience store the other day, I got like a bunch of them for you. As for the learning, I'll you some other time"

You blinked at him, there it was again that thumping on your chest you get whenever you're with him. "Thank you" you tell him and he smiles back at you, like knocking the wind out of you.

Then that moment you knew he was someone you'd love for a long time. It's normal for the two of you to spend the day even outside of campus, he's the first person you'd call if you need someone to hang out with.

"Why are we getting ice cream when it's so cold out?" he asks you, but he didn't even stop you from choosing the ice cream on the freezer. Noticing you pick his favorite before getting yours.

"Because I want it" you tell him, walking towards the counter to pay. When all of that is done, the two of you sit outside. The cold breeze hitting your skin making you shiver.

Of course he notices this, but instead of getting the usual nag from him he just shrugs his jacket off catching your attention

"What are you doing?"

Once it's off, he pulls you up and throws the jacket over your shoulders. He pulls your arm that wasn't holding the ice cream through the sleeve before making you do the other one, "You're cold" he answers, gesturing for you to wear it properly while he eats his ice cream. Then he makes you hold his treat, stepping closer to you.

The wind is cold but you can feel your palms getting sweaty from feeling nervous. He closes the jacket, zipping it up enough to make sure you're warm.

"All better?" he asks you

"Do you like me that much that you'd rather be cold so you give me your jacket?" you ask back

"I like you so much, I can't stand the wind whirling by you" he answers back rendering you quiet.

You stayed quiet the whole walk back to your place, he doesn't say anything too. Letting you have time to yourself.

Then you stop walking, turning to face him

"Why do you only say it now?"

"What?"

"That you like me? I thought you didn't see me that way" you mumble, in return you hear a chuckle from him then you feel his finger under your chin making you look up at him.

"I tell you all the time, I give you the first bite of my food always. I watched that movie you wanted even though we've seen it like 10 times before. I have your favorite snack in my bag always, my mom even brought extras for you. Do you think I do that for people I don't like?" Doyoung asks you, caressing your cheeks with the tip of his finger

"That's not telling me, you never said anything" you pout at him, "Do you want me to tell you?"

"No, now I feel like you're only saying it because I asked"

You stepped away from him, acting like you're walking away when he stops you. Holding your hand back making you halt your steps,

"You know, I was scared at first I admit. In my head I went 'Oh no I'm falling in love with my bestfriend' then I see you smile and every time you do I just think 'Oh I'm in love with my bestfriend'"

"I'm your bestfriend?"

"That's all you heard?"

Then you're grinning, smiling so big it might hurt. You jump towards his waiting arms, holding him close. Closer than you ever did. "I confess my feelings to you and you just bestfriend zone me?" Doyoung jokingly mumbles against your cheek

"I love you too, you dummy" you tell him, he puts you down but kept you in his embrace. To you there's no warmer spot than this.

"I just want you to know my feelings are sincere, it took some time to say it but I've been trying. I'm better at showing it to you, I could be better. I'll be better for you"

You shake your head, holding face in your hands, "You are the best there is for me, there's nothing better than this. Keep loving me the way you did, but this time I'll do it with you. I'll take care of you too, like you always do for me"

He smiles at you, taking in your appearance. Memorizing every detail of this moment so he'll never forget. In the silence of his mind he screams, he's in love.

#story #fic #nct #nct au #nct 127 #nct doyoung #nct imagine #nct fic #nct fluff #nct scenario #nct one shot #doyoung imagine #doyoung scenario #doyoung fluff #doyoung au #kim doyoung

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toomuchracket · 3 months ago

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Do you think men have any idea how attractive it makes them when they're holding/wearing a baby? Thinking about bday matty turning up to a book launch wearing Amy and girlie just fumbling her words when she sees him, he's just oblivious to how hot he looks

the mental image of this is making me want to gnaw on drywall. anyway! yes! amy's a few months old when your book is released, and you're launching at the local bookshop in the early evening, so the week before it you suggest to matty that "maybe we could bring amy? let her see mummy at work? only if you wanna, though, because you're the one that'll be looking after her lol"; matty tears up, of course, and sniffles "yeah, i want her to see you in your element", and then he goes on another spiel about how much he loves his girls lmao. they get you flowers the morning of the launch, and a card each (you WEEP at the "proud of you, mummy!" one he's signed on behalf of the baby), and matty gets amy ready while you're sorting yourself out - he brings her in to see you in the CUTEST little outfit, and there's a little group hug with giggles from all of you before you do a little family photoshoot and leave. it's a really good night, actually, with one of your friends hosting and more in the audience, and you're so into the discussion that you barely notice matty sneaking out at one point to take a fussy little amy to the loo. when he comes back in, though, it's a different story; not that he's loud or anything, because he isn't, but because he's now got your daughter nodding off in the baby wrap against his chest, stroking and kissing her little fluffy head as he sits back down and watches as she falls asleep. it's not an unfamiliar sight to you, but it's really fucking attractive to you, watching him with the baby like that, so much so that you actually trail off speaking for a second and have to blink yourself back into reality - your friend's like "you good, babe?", and you nod seriously like "yeah, just... hot husband, tiny baby daughter. it's a miracle i get anything done anymore. anyway!" before continuing on with no more acknowledgement of it, other than a wink aimed at a now-blushing matty. but you bite your lip when he comes over afterwards, trailing your eyes all over him and making him look so confused lol; he's literally like "why are you looking at me like that lol you've seen me in this outfit a million times", and once he's kissed you in greeting and congratulations (and you've kissed amy) you're like "you just look really, REALLY hot holding our daughter like that", and he rolls his eyes and says "don't take the piss, she wouldn't settle unless i held her. and i wasn't going to let her upstage mummy, was i?", and you laugh and kiss him again like "babe, i'm serious. you're gorgeous. proper dilf. love it. and you", and matty just giggles and kisses you and says "i love YOU. and i'm so proud of you - we both are. ames was proper fascinated before she fell asleep, you know? she already knows her mum's a legend". and honestly you're ready to go home and snuggle with them right there and then, but you have to do some signings - after they're done, though, it's straight home for another group hug with the loves of your life. adorable <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse #birthday baby #amy

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Degenerate

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut Af

Concept Perverted

Smut Non Concentual / Drunk / groping / breast play / nipple play / stroking / fondling / fingering / heavy make out / nudity /

I walked though the glade a little confused where everyone was, the whole glade was empty leaving me to wonder confused and alone

"Where is everybody?" I muttered to myself until I stopped short apon seeing an... impressive sight

"Ohh, there you are newt I've been looking for you" Y/n cooes in her little jean shorts and her hoodie falling off her shoulder

"Yeah?"

"Of course, I've been looking at you everywhere" she smiled holding her sleeves far past her hands

"yeah why uhh why were you looking for me?"

"I desperately needed you" she cooes coming and wrapping her arms around me

"uhhh for what?"

she chuckled "To solve the desperate ache between my legs" she whispered

"Oohhhh... Well I'd be happy to love" I smirked stroking across her hips and leaning in for the kiss

"NEWT!" I jumped almost falling out my hammock as alby yelled waking me

"Uuurrrrgh... Alby! I was having a nice dream" I complained

"Oh? what dreaming of bacon burgers?" He asks

"No," I sighed "I was having a lovely dream"

I got out of bed and grabbed my things to go for a shower knowing it would be nice and empty given only keepers and runners are awake this early I went to the shower and spotted the door open just before I headed in and I saw y/n with her towel wrapped around her and her soaking wet hair dripping down her body "Ohh Morning newt" she smiled waving as she walked towards her hut

"Ohh uhhhhh morning y/n" I waved, I shook it off and headed in for my shower, I did my best to just have a quick shower and get dressed for the day heading back out into the glade, I grabbed some breakfast and headed to work in the gardens I mostly kept my eyes straight and worked on the various jobs at hand, taking cuttings, pulling weeds, and such honestly trying to be busy to distract myself from… the pair of denim shorts wondering around.

She did her work in her hoodie that was miles to big for her and of course her little denim shorts both of which drove me insane,

I am a dirty. Disgusting. Horny little boy.

It's y/n. Your friend. The only girl. The sweetest most innocent thing in the world. Quit thinking with your damn penis!

I focused on my work for the rest of the day even if I often fell into my disgusting fantasies, once the box came up we sorted it all out and had a enjoyable bonfire after dinner, so I sat watching the fire with my moonshine not quite ready for bed yet

"Psst" I heard behind me making me turn but I saw nothing so I turned to the other side and saw a very giggly, clearly very drunk y/n with a sweet honeyglow in her cheeks "hi"

"Hi love. What's up?' I asked as she came to sit with me with her own moonshine

"Did you have a nice day?'

"I did, busy but nice you have a nice day?'

"Ummmm" she giggled

We chatted for a little while it wasn't exactly the easiest conversation as this was far from her first moonshine of the night and she was pretty drunk, but she's so cute when she's drunk all giggly and cuddly

"Whoa now I think that's enough little lady" I told her taking her moonshine even if she argued about it

"But I'm thirsty"

"Then have some water"

"But waters not fun"

"Water is very fun. Come on let's get you to bed before you cause any chaos" I told her helping her up and getting her back to her little hammock in the woods far from the rest of us, I Basically had to carry her as she was too drunk to walk straight and I helped her into her hammock tucking her in with a blanket "there we go all nice and safe" I told her

"Your too nice to me newt"

"I have to be, someone has to take care of you"

"Ummmm," she yawns "goodnight newtie"

"Goodnight love" I told her almost immediately she fell asleep starting to wheeze thought her nose it was only after about five minutes I realized I'd literally been stood staring at her sleep. I should really get back…

But I couldn't help my, curiosity.

God damn no! Stop! I'm not being a fucking pervert! …. Oh fuck I already am just thinking about it aren't I? Why am I such a horrific perv! I couldn't help but look at her hoodie, just one! Just one hand just one go and that's it get it out of my system, at this point my hands were working in their own slipping up her hoodie until I took a soft grasp of her breast

"Uummm" she groans happily

Ooohhh holy God! They feel good. Ummm soft and squishy all I wanted to do was squeeze them! I knew I couldn't drag my hand off now, infact I made sure I felt the other with my other hand lost in my own little world

I am a perverted sick little bastard…

Ummmm but it feels so good!

Just one squeeze it'll take my mind off It and I'll take my hands off I have them both a gentle squeeze but I couldn't help continued fondling her for a good ten minutes,

"Uummmmm" she Cooes in her sleep slightly shifting "newt…"

I jumped for a moment convinced I'd woke her but she didn't move anymore and still seemed completely asleep

Ohh my god she's… dreaming about me.

Uhhh why do you have to be so beautiful love I moved one hand away attempting to stop my perverted actions but I just moved down and stroked her waist and hips soon enough running my hand over her ass taking a firm grip

I'm a perv! I'm a disgusting person I can't believe I'm doing this to her

But my hands won't stop so much so the one on her breast moved down to slip under her hoodie quickly discovering she wasn't wearing a bra

"Uuhh! Newtie" she Cooes nuzzling close to her pillow

"Uummm oh fuck!" I groaned unable to control myself fondling and groping her sweet chest for so long I was already in the edge just from touching her like this, I couldn't stop myself moving my hand from her ass to her cute little shorts stroking the zip a moment before tugging it down and slipping my hand inside I expect cotton but I found heat

Ooooh god she's not got underwear either!

I am completely disgusted. I should not be doing this even if she was awake shes drunk! I am an absolute degenerate but I can't stop now I was utterly fuled by my sick twisted hormones. I stroked her softly a little listening to her little gasps and groans until I found her clit

"Uuughhh! Newt" she begged holding her pillow tightly as I rubbed on it hard I made sure to run for a good while noticing how hard her nipples got as I dif playing with them too with my other hand as I groped soon enough I couldn't take her whines anymore and moved my fingers down enough to slip inside her moving back and forth at a decent pace to give her pleasure "uughh! Uuuuuuuhhh!" She squealed and her eyes shot open immediately I panicked

"I can explain!" Was all that arrived at my mouth

She giggled at me and gently stroked my wrist pushing my hand so my fingers went deeper inside her "more" she whines

"Y/n. I can't I shouldn't have even been doing this, you were sleeping,I'm a terrible person, I just got distracted and one thing lead to enough, I'm so so sorry," I told her trying to move my hands away but she grabbed them forcing me to stay

"More!"

"Y/n your drunk. I shouldn't have put us in this situation to begin with and you'd not in the best frame of mind right now" I told her forcing my hands away even if I ached the moment I lost contact with her

"Newt! More!" She whined dragging me into her hammock

"Y/n we shouldn't be-" I began but she grabbed my neck and kissed me immediately I gave in kissing her back wrapping my arms around her and she happily wrapped her arms around me too she purposely took the step to let her tounge slip past my lips and I happen battled with her trying to take some focus away from my hands getting free rein to stroke and fondle anything they could get at, but she was egar too her hands getting under my hoodie and even tugging at my pants while we kissed till I forced myself away "we really shouldn't I'm sorry for what I did y/n but we can't your drunk" I told her "maybe if you still want to we can tomorrow when your heads on straight" I told her holding her hands

She pouted and whined a little before she giggled giving me a soft kiss pulling her hoodie off her completely revealing her bare chest laying back in her hammock and pushing her shorts down to reveal her hips enough to basically make it pretty much impossible for me to say no especially as she then… opened her legs.

"Please newt" she whined

"....okay, but you have to promise not to be mad at me in the morning? Deal?" I suggest unable to stop myself hovering over her my body already screaming for just throw away any sense of morality and just fucking do her!

"Deal" she giggled

That's all I needed taking her in my arms and kissing her deeply…

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fluffyllamas-23 · 1 year ago

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If you feel inspired, Stucky for this prompt: “It was just a dream, you’re alright.” (Esp if Steve is having super bad fever dreams?) Thank you!

Hiiiii so…this has been in my inbox for literal years (I AM SO SORRY), and i’m not sure if you even want this still, BUT I do love me a good Stucky prompt. It’s getting to actually feel like fall where I live now, so what better way to kick that off than a cute stucky prompt? I haven’t written much of anything in a couple of years so I’m probably really rusty, but i hope you like it <3 <3

This is a modern AU, but Steve's got that post-serum bod I love so much lmao

Bucky walks into the apartment foot first in case the cats are trying to make yet another unsuccessful escape outside. He’s not sure what they would do if they managed to get out, but he’s also not all that interested in finding out.

There were no cats waiting, though, which was odd, he thought to himself. They’re usually waiting at the door, ready to greet whoever was coming home and sing them the song of their people.

He figures maybe they’re keeping Steve company. He had woken up not feeling great (but not awful) and had opted to work from home today. When one of them works from home, the cats usually like being a nuisance and playing their favorite game of “how many times can I walk across dad’s keyboard before I get myself locked out of his office?”

Also weird, he thinks, is just how dark and quiet the apartment is. Steve’s work day ended a couple of hours ago at this point, and usually he’d be hanging out on the couch, watching something on TV, or making something for the two of them for dinner while he waits for Bucky to get home. It’s really out of the norm that things would feel this quiet and still, which is kind of a dead giveaway that Steve was probably feeling worse than he had that morning.

Bucky closes the door behind him and sets down the drink carrier and paper bag he’d been carrying on the table. He had stopped by their favorite coffee shop on his way home to pick up Steve’s favorite tea latte and the pumpkin muffin they both think about year-round until fall hits.

“Steve?” He calls out. “Honey? I’m home! I brought you some tea. How are you feeling?”

When he gets no response, he grabs Steve’s tea and walks to their bedroom. Steve is sprawled out under the covers, snoring softly as he sleeps, completely dead to the world. Bucky sets the tea down on Steve's nightstand, and then sits down on the edge of the bed next to him.

He reaches out to feel Steve’s forehead and frowns as the skin beneath his hand burns. He sighs and slides his hand down to feel his cheek with the backs of his fingers. He'd tried to sneakily check if Steve had a fever this morning, and he didn't, so the fact that he was this warm was alarming.

It’s not until he feels the back of Steve’s neck that he starts to wake. He blinks awake, looking at Bucky with the cutest, sleepiest expression.

Bucky’s heart drops when he can really take in Steve’s appearance - he doesn’t look like he feels good at all. He’s pale and clammy, flushed with dark bags under his eyes. His eyes are bright and glassy, unfocused from the fever he’s most definitely running.

Steve squints in confusion when he sees Bucky.

“What?” He croaks, voice thick with sleep and the congestion that’s starting to creep in. “You’re home already?”

“Already? Darling, it’s six-thirty,” he chuckles. “You have a fever. How are you feeling?”

“Fantastic,” Steve deadpans. “Never better. You should try it, feels awesome.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he cards his fingers through Steve’s hair. It’s not helping the bedhead that he’s sporting, but Bucky knows how much Steve loves him playing with his hair when he’s not feeling well.

“Alright, smartass. How long have you been asleep? Sorry for waking you.”

Steve runs a hand down his face. “I don’t know…texted my boss around noon that I was logging off for the day and fell asleep sometime after..”

Bucky frowns again, concern creeping in. “Since noon? Did you have a fever then?”

“Don’t think so,” Steve yawns, “just a really bad headache.”

“Did you take anything?”

“Some Advil…didn’t help, though.”

Bucky pats Steve’s thigh. “I’m going to go grab the thermometer and some more meds. Drink your tea.”

Steve pushes himself into a sitting position and then slumps back into the pillows. He definitely didn’t mean to sleep for as long as he did. He even set an alarm, but he vaguely remembers turning it off and tossing his phone on the floor in annoyance the moment it started blaring.

His head is pounding and he can’t remember the last time he ached this badly. A bath sounds wonderful, but the thought of moving is enough to bring him close to tears. He can feel the congestion setting in - his face feels heavy, and his ears are starting to feel stuffy and full. He sniffles, rubbing at his nose as he yawns.

He should not be as tired as he is with how long he slept, but he’s ready to call it for the night and try to sleep off whatever the hell kind of bug this is.

“Here,” Bucky says when he comes back into the room. He sets the blister pack of cold meds on the nightstand and then hands Steve the thermometer. He kisses Steve’s fever-warm forehead. “Take your temp, I’m gonna go change real quick.”

Bucky is pulling up his sweat pants when he hears the thermometer beep, followed by a pause, and then a very shocked “oh.”

“What’s it at?”

“102.1.”

“Yikes…no wonder. Take the meds,” Bucky calls from the closet.

He doesn’t respond, but when Bucky steps out of the closet, Steve is fussing with the blister pack of meds. Bucky can see the frustration building and then he throws it down on the bed next to him with an irritated sigh. That launches him into a coughing fit that sounds rough enough it has Bucky wincing in sympathy.

“Here,” Bucky says, opening the meds for him. He cups Steve’s cheek and strokes it with his thumb. “What are you in the mood for, dinner-wise? And don’t say nothing, that’s not an option.”

“How’d you know-”

“-How’d I know you were going to say that?” He asks, raising his brows. “Contrary to popular belief, Steven, I actually know you very well. You never want to eat when you’re sick.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, well, I’m not hungry.”

“I know. You still need to eat…at least a little bit with the meds. C’mon. Does anything sound even remotely good? Soup? Ramen? Pho? Grilled cheese?”

Steve clears his throat with a grimace, “grilled cheese does, I guess. I don’t know. I really just want to go back to sleep.”

“We’ll compromise, then.” Bucky says gently, going back to carding his fingers through Steve’s hair. “You go back to sleep for a bit while I make you some dinner.”

When Bucky returns, Steve is fast asleep, but he does not look like he’s having a restful sleep.

His face, pale and clammy, is screwed up in discomfort. He’s tossing and turning, getting tangled in the blankets and looking like he’s having the hardest time being comfortable. Bucky sets down the plate of grilled cheese on top of the dresser next to the door quickly before crossing the room to get to Steve.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking Steve’s face in his hands. “Steve. Wake up.”

Steve’s eyes open immediately, but it’s like he’s looking straight through Bucky as his eyes dart around the room, distress clear on his face.

“Wha-”

“Stevie…hey-it was just a dream. Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me,” he says firmly. After a few moments, Steve’s eyes flick to Bucky’s face. “It was just a dream, you’re alright. You’re okay. I’m here.”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, feeling himself relaxing immediately now that he’s seen his person and realizes whatever the hell he was dreaming of isn’t real.

“You’re okay,” Bucky repeats, stroking Steve’s cheek. “I’m right here. It’s not real, It was just a dream.”

Steve nuzzles his face into Bucky’s hand, mumbling a “thank you,” at him.

“I made you something to eat, and then I was thinking we could watch something and call it an early night.” Bucky says, alternating before stroking his cheek and tracing patterns on his arm, something that always calms Steve down after he’s had one of his fever dreams. “How’s that sound?”

“I can’t promise I’ll stay awake during the movie.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “Who said anything about staying awake? Might just be nice to have something to fall asleep to.”

Steve nods, rubbing at his eyes with a yawn, “yeah, okay.”

Once Bucky hands him the plate, he climbs into bed next to Steve. Steve adjusts his position so he’s curled up against Bucky. He only really manages a couple of bites before he can’t eat anymore, and he finds himself nodding off. Bucky takes the plate from him and sets it down on his own nightstand, making a mental note to bring it into the kitchen once Steve’s asleep and he can move without bothering him.

Steve curls up into an even tighter ball, shivering a bit as Bucky pulls the blankets up and over his shoulder and kisses Steve’s cheek.

“Feel better, Stevie,” he says softly.

Steve mumbles something back at him, which is the last thing he remembers before drifting off.

#stucky #post serum Steve rogers #bucky #au #sickfic #fever #congestion #coughing #sorry this is so late bb #I hope you like it <3

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heartsoulspiritelite · 1 year ago

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Eddie Kingston x Daniel Garcia

Summary-

He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Did you doubt him? Well sucks to fucking suck. He beat Claudio, He's done with him. Eddie Kingston. Mad King. Is the ROH World and NJPW Strong Openweight Champion, and he did it infront of his people.

But even on one of the best days of his life he can never seem to catch a break from the boy.

Pretty boy

He's literally the fucking king of New York, He did exactly what he said he was gonna do. Did you doubt him? Well sucks to fucking suck. He beat Claudio, He's done with him. Eddie Kingston. Mad King. Is the ROH World and NJPW Strong Openweight Champion, and he did it infront of his people.

But even on one of the best days of his life he can never seem to catch a break from the boy, he doesnt really mind it actually, the boys pretty, he really is but Eddie would rather fucking die than admit that to literally ANYONE.

Eddie finally got back to the hotel, The traffic held him back for like 30 minutes, So reaching the hotel was relief.

He unlocked the door once he fetched his key card from his back pocket, Now you may ask, Why the hell is he staying at a hotel when he is quite literally from New York. Well who would want to make a nearly 40 minute drive to Yonkers when he could crash a hotel and leave in the morning, and plus with the traffic and shit. He would have fell asleep and yknow.. that wouldn't end well.

Taking off his shoes and throwing his suitcase to god knows where. He stripped down and took a very much needed hot ass shower.

After about 30 minutes of staring into space he turned off the water and got out of the shower, being careful to not to fall and stares at himself in the foggy bathroom mirror. He looks quite rough doesnt he? Why does the kid have such a fasincation with him?

He changes into his clothes after he dries off and leaves the bathroom to check his phone.

Of course theres a text message from the one and only Daniel Garcia. He forgot how he got his contact info but honestly he doesnt care whatsoever.

Danny- Hey

He was quite awkward at some points, He never really expresses himself to Eddie, its odd.

Eddie- Rooms 114, come up.

It doesnt take very long for Danny to show up. Before he knows it, theres a knock at his door. He goes to open it and see's the younger man looking quite nervous.

"Hey pretty boy" He greets him calmly while inviting him in

Danny looks up at him in surprise and smiles slightly

"Hey Eddie" He whispers not looking the man in the eye

"Hey kid, Why're so glum?" he asks while unpacking his suitcase slightly.

"I-Im not" The boy stuttered slightly while staying close to the door trying to appear smaller

The older man looks him up and down and raises a brow.

"Fine, im just- Im proud of you okay, Wait why aren't you telling me to get lost?" He asks utterly confused

Why isn't he? That's the question of the night apparently. He gotten quite fond of the younger man. He doesn't get much affection anymore so its different to have someone who's quite fond of him.

"Listen. I dont fucking know alright. I've gotten quite used to you being here, Its become a routine, not a big fan of change" he simply shrugs

This information seemed to brightened up Danny immediatly.

"Really..?" He asks trying not to smile finally looking eddie fully in the eyes

"Yeah Yeah, come're pretty boy" He replies offering a hug to the beaming boy.

Daniel rushes into his arms finally getting the warmth and comfort he was seeking all this time.

"Im so happy for you, i watched every damn second, never looked away once" Danny says into Eddies chest, not breaking the hug.

He feels the older man smile into his hair.

"Imma need you to stick around for awhile pretty boy" They both know what he means, neither ready to say it yet in the fear of making one another feel uncomfortable.

Danny just hugs him tighter in response.

The boy has an affect on him, He's not mad about it. Tonight really has been a good night.

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~

Btw sorry I haven't posted oneshots in awhile

#eddie kingston #daniel garcia #aew imagine #oneshot #oneshots #aew #mad king #danny garcia

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princesscolumbia · 1 year ago

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Today was so very, very frustrating, but at least I got to do some writing at the end of it. Another day passes, we're one day closer to the release of the new chapter. In the meantime, have chapter 4 of Fission:

While Luna was accustomed to Usagi's rather...violent sleep patterns and could sleep through just about any of them at this point, being kicked out of the bed will still cause one to wake up rather suddenly. From her vantage point on the floor, the moon cat looked up to see Usagi, still quite asleep, thrashing about in her bed.

"No, no, no more..." the girl kept muttering over and over.

More than a little worried, Luna hopped up on the nightstand, deftly dodged a flailing arm, and bounced onto Usagi's chest. "Usagi! Usagi, wake up!" Luna began bouncing lightly on the girl hoping to shake her awake.

Usagi found herself being forced into merciful consciousness and out of the rather horrific nightmare. She opened her eyes...

"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" she screamed and somehow managed to wedge herself into a corner on the ceiling, gripping the wallpaper and ceiling stucco with just her fingernails and nothing else. "C-c-cat!"

Luna, for her part, was simply floored. Literally. Usagi's sudden flair for acrobatics and what looked like ninjitsu had caused a repeat of Luna's earlier date with medium shag carpet. She looked up at Usagi and boggled at the girl, simply not understanding what prompted the reaction, let alone how the girl was staying up on the ceiling completely unassisted.

"Usagi! Get a hold of yourself!"

"GAH! C-cat! Talking c-cat!" Usagi's shaking reached minor earthquake status.

"SAILOR MOON! You snap out of it this instant!" snapped Luna impatiently.

At once, Usagi's face cleared of all terror to look curiously at Luna. "Huh? Hey, Luna, how did all my stuff get on the ceiling?"

Luna didn't say anything, she just stared back at Usagi with a half-lidded look and ears slightly back. A moment later, Usagi fell to the floor with a WHUMP!

"Oooow!"

Ranma casually brushed his teeth with one hand and rubbing a small lump on his forehead with the other while pondering the mysteries of tomboys and how they somehow managed to bring out the worst in him. I really don't think she's stupid, so why do I keep saying it? Shrugging, he returned his thoughts to the night before.

Exactly how he heard the call for help was a mystery to him. Sure, he'd sensed danger before, but this was as if he was hearing the girl directly in his ear, like he had a telephone or something. No clearer than that, like she was right next to him.

"Ranma," came the irate voice of Akane through the bathroom door, "Hurry it up, we're going to be late!"

She always says that, he thought, But we almost never are...

"WAAAA, I'M LATE!" screamed Usagi, once again running like the hounds of hell were on her heels. The morning she had a full-on legitimate reason, but even her mother had been rather hard pressed to come up with some way to make a horrific nightmare some sort of late-worthy excuse. Her father had already taken the car to work, however, so she was still going to have to get to school on foot.

Up ahead, she saw the gates to the school grounds and noted that there were still students milling about. Great! she thought, I'm not going to be late after all! She even saw Naru, looking pleased to see her be on time for once. And there was Ami, looking anxious, and Mako-chan...

Suddenly her danger-sense pinged like mad. She brought her run to a screeching halt and dove to the side using reflexes she didn't realize she had.

"So, Usagi, still good at running away!" came a voice from the spot she'd just vacated.

"Uh, what?" Usagi turned with confusion to see...

Actually, something not that uncommon for her, just totally out of place.

There, in her schoolyard, with her and all of her friends in their "civilian" clothes, was a girl in some body armor. Some very revealing body armor. Usagi never watched Project A-ko, but she would have found her next line very appropriate in response to the new girl. "Aren't you a little cold in that?"

The other girl growled and said, "Pay attention! Because of you, Usagi Tsukino, I have seen hell!"

As Ranma finished punting Kuno over the school, he sneezed. "Huh, wonder if I'm catching something...?" he paused and took a mental inventory of his body, "No, doesn't feel like..."

Somewhere in Kenya, Ryoga sneezed. This caused him to look up from his upside-down map of Detroit, "Huh? WHERE AM I NOW!"

Nearly every other student stood stunned, merely blinking in confusion at the armor-clad girl.

"Oh...kaaay," said Makoto, "I know meatball head is a bit of a ditz, but I don't see..."

"Silence, you! This is between me and her!" barked the newcomer, "Today, Tsukino, you pay for your indiscretions against me!" With that, the girl started advancing on Usagi.

"Uh," she gulped, "Wait, who are you?"

The armor clad girl stopped, sighed, and pulled up the faceplate on the helmet, then pulled a pair of glasses from...somewhere and put them on. "Do you remember me now?"

Usagi stared, thought, stared some more, then snapped her fingers. "Oh, right! You're...uh..." She remembered the face, but not the name.

"Don't strain yourself, Usagi!" the other girl snapped, whipping off her glasses and putting her faceplate back down.

"Usagi...?" Ami didn't need to ask the question.

"Mia Asagura!" said Naru suddenly.

And Usagi remembered...

Flashback

"Aaah, I'm late!" Usagi screamed, plowing right over another girl with glasses.

"Oh, no, I'm late again!" Cried Usagi as she bumped the same girl with glasses into a locker.

A note landed on Mia's desk, labelled "To Usagi." Mia picked it up and looked at it, then at the blond two desks away, and was about to raise her hand to throw it out when the teacher called out, "Mia! No passing notes in class, go stand in the hall!"

"But...!"

"No excuses, now!"

End flashback

"...and then there was the frisbee incident, and the time I tripped over her in P.E., and..." everyone around her sighed. All of it perfectly Usagi, and all a lot of straws on one camel's back.

"That's right! Because of you, I lost my perfect, perfect 4.0 GPA..." Mia trailed off wistfully, here eyes glistening slightly. Not that anyone could see, what with the faceplate in the way... "I have come to have my revenge!"

Umino chose that moment to speak up, "I thought you were here because your father got a transfer and had to move you back to the area and you needed to go to school here..." he finally shut up under the death glare he received from Mia.

Makoto had finally had enough. "Listen, I don't know why you think Usagi would do that to you on purpose, but this is getting ridiculous. I'm going to take you to the principles office and report you!" Mako had matured a bit in her dealings with bullies and misfits, she now worked within the system where she could, functioning as a sort of "civilian patrol" and strong-arming any troublemakers for the authorities. She grabbed Mia's arm and started to pull.

Mia casually threw her off, sending the taller girl to her butt right in front of Usagi.

"Shi...crap!" Makoto stifled the foul word since she was on school grounds, "She's a strong as a youma!"

Mia cackled maniacally, "That's right you pathetic girl! My power armor gives me the strength of 10 women!"

Crap! thought Usagi, If she's that strong, I'll have to run! I can't change into Sailor Moon here, and there's not enough room to do a... her thought process trailed off as she realized she had no clue what there wasn't enough room for, but the thought it had something to do with a...tornado? How in the world would I make a tornado?

She was so zoned out that she was almost hit by the crazy girl in power armor. She ducked, mostly on instinct, just in time.

"Eeep!" squeaked Usagi as she started running.

30 minutes later, Usagi and Mia were standing in the hall wearing identical placards that said, "I will not fight on school property, I will not run in the halls," and "I will not be late for class."

"This is all your fault!" snapped Mia.

"WHAT?" growled Usagi.

The door slid open and the teacher glared at them, effectively shutting them up.

Ranma was sitting at lunch forcing himself to eat the bento Akane provided him. It wasn't terrible, per se, but that just meant that Kasumi had either carefully monitored it's creation or fixed it up after Akane had finished with it. He was actually rather glad that two of his fiancee's were somewhat friendly with each other, that meant they could chat while he did his best to fade into the background. He was also glad that Ukyo was secure in her cooking talents, unlike Akane, so he could hold off on eating the "Ranma special" okinomiaki that she had made for him.

They laughed at something, probably something Akane told Ukyo about regarding this morning's antics, and he glanced up absently. He did a double-take and looked closely at a girl walking across the grounds. "Well, would you look at that..." he said, accidentally drawing the attention of the two women.

"What's up, Ranma-honey?" said Ukyo.

Rather than answer her directly, he hopped up, putting the bento down on the shelf-space of Ukyo's portable grill, and walked up to the girl. "Hey," he said, "You doing OK? You looked a little shook up last night."

The girl looked up at him confused, "Do I know you?" she said hesitantly.

"Huh?" replied Ranma, less than intelligently, "Sure, I...uh," he realized what the problem was. This was the girl he had rescued, but he was a girl at the time and of course wouldn't recognize him.

"Who's this, Ranma?" came Akane's curious voice from behind him.

"Oh, this is a girl that got attacked by a monster last night. Er," he turned back to her, "I didn't catch your name."

"Kimi..." she said shyly, not sure if she should trust these people, but the boy seemed to know a lot about her...wait, he had a similar hairstyle to the girl who saved her last night...he even looked similar. "Oh, are you the brother of that girl from last night?"

Akane looked flatly at Ranma, "Let me guess, you saved her as a girl and never told her you change?"

"That's our Ranma!" said Ukyo brightly.

Kimi started to edge away from these strange people. This guy had to be the brother of the girl from last night, he was talking just as much crazy talk as the girl had, and his friends were sounding just as weird. Before she edged too far away, there was the sound of a bicycle bell and another girl, Chinese with what looked like a purple dye job on her hair.

Being the maintenance worker for Furinkan High School was a singularly thankless task. It wasn't that the work was difficult, its that there was so much of it. One often got so busy fixing the stuff that broke there wasn't much time to work on the regular stuff that was mandated by the school district.

Like sprinklers for instance.

"Hello, Airen!" chirped Shampoo.

Both Akane and Ukyo sighed. They did NOT want the purple-haired Amazon around right now. The day had been going so well...

"Shampoo come to make up for yesterday lunch!" she said with a smile and waved at the takeout boxes in her bikes basket.

"Oops!" said the maintenance worker. He quickly flipped the switch for the sprinklers back to the 'off' position. "Heh," he chuckled, "Someone's going to get a little wet."

Akane and Ukyo brushed the water off their cloths, being somewhat used to random wetness it was no big deal, until they both registered who was in close proximity to Ranma. The caught each other's eyes, Uh-oh! the thought seemed to pass between them.

Kimi was in shock. Not only did the boy suddenly change into the girl who had rescued her last night, the purple-haired Chinese girl seemed to disappear into her clothes. The bike fell over and a muffled "Mrow!" came from the bundle of cloths as it hit the ground.

Ranma sighed. Figured that the sprinklers would turn on now, just when she was hoping to make a good impression on the new kid. She realized Shampoo had probably been hit as well and turned in a panic...

Shampoo struggled out of her clothing, thankful that Amazon clothing was light and, well, sparse so as to make this not too much of a struggle. Feline paws did not make for great manipulators of denim or corduroy, after all. Just as she made it out of her top and began to survey her bike, wondering how she'd manage to get hot water, dressed, and retrieve it before someone moved it, she heard a ear-piercing, "KAWAII!" and found herself fighting for breath.

She looked down to see if it was that girl her Airen was talking with that was clasping her. She found herself surprised to see not the sleeves of a school uniform, but red silk sleeves, just like on her Airen's shirt. She twisted her feline head around to see Ranma, in his female form, hugging and snuggling her like a teddy bear.

Akane's eyes bugged out and Ukyo stepped back, somehow more panicked by this display of affection than Ranma's usual reaction of just running and screaming. For a moment, neither did anything, then they both began backing away slowly, Ukyo absently hooking Kimi's arm and pulling her along.

Shampoo was confused, but she wasn't stupid. Any minute now whatever insanity Ranma found herself under would snap, then who know what would happen with him gripping her so tightly? He might go neko and attack her! She began struggling.

Ranma-chan simply sat on the ground, a huge smile on her face and her eyes closed in an expression of innocent joy as she rubbed her cheek against Shampoo's soft fur. She suddenly stopped, frozen. Ukyo and Akane noticed, Ukyo dropping to the ground and dragging Kimi with her. Akane turned to run, but was too distracted trying to keep an eye on her fiance and stumbled to the ground.

Ranma's eyes snapped open. She was holding and snuggling a c...c...CAT!

"YAAAAAARGH!"

Ranma came to in the nurses office. "Uh," she grunted, "What happened?" She sat up, the light blanket that had been covering her slipping down into her lap.

"We were hoping you could tell us, Ranma-honey."

Akane stood next to Ukyo, both of them looking down at the seated redhead. Akane said, "You...er, cuddled with Shampoo-neko and, um..."

Ukyo smiled and said, "What 'Ms. Delicate' here is trying to say is that you realized what you were doing and fainted."

"I did not faint!" said Ranma in a scandalized voice.

"OK, you passed out." replied the chef.

Ranma scowled, but she couldn't argue with the fact that she was in the nurses office and couldn't remember how she got there.

"Ranma," said Akane tentatively, "Why didn't you go neko?"

That one brought both Ukyo and Ranma up short. Hey, why didn't I go neko? he thought. "I...I don't know! Wait, what'd'ya mean I 'cuddled' Shampoo?"

"That's what you did, sugar," said Ukyo, "You were acting like she was the most adorable ca...er, feline in the world."

Ranma had no response to this. She shuddered and said, "Just get me some hot water, please?"

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delcakoo · 2 years ago

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sharing a bed with enha₊˚ପ⊹

requested

ღ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

ღ WC ! 2k

ღ GENRE ! fluff n’ crack

a/n: ty for the request ! i put a lot of thought into each member and what i think they’d be like hehe enjoy <3

// LEE HEESEUNG !

besides when he’s trying to be sneaky and play video games under the sheets, sharing a bed with heeseung is very peaceful

not that you can talk much about his late night gaming habit 🧌

he successfully kidnaps you into playing with him at least once a week despite your sad attempts to save your sleep schedule

you’ll both just be lying in bed with heeseungs switch connected to the tv absolutely screaming and firing insults at each other

listen, super smash bros was very serious and intense, romance didn’t matter anymore.

you and kirby were absolute menaces, even though you sadly lost to heeseung and link a couple of times

he just got lucky though 🙄

as for when it’s actually time to go to bed, you guys don’t exactly have a set sleeping position or routine

the most he’ll do is lazily fling an arm over your waist

but usually the two of you just try to find any position that’s most comfortable

if that means hugging each other to death, then so be it

or if it means facing away from each other with limbs all over the place, that’s cool too

if you hadn’t noticed, hee is just very very chill

you’re in for perfect nights 98% of the time with this boy, especially after late night game sessions since you’re both absolutely exhausted

10/10 bed sharing companion <3

// PARK JAY !

mister grump..

when you guys are in bed, he’ll just be like “night.” and then boom he’s out

yeah, jay is not much of a romantic when he’s tired </3

however he might give you a lil peck on the cheek or forehead if he feels like it!

sleeping is just very serious business for your boyfriend

i mean remember that one en’oclock episode where he somehow fell asleep in like five minutes even with all the other members giggling around him?

yeah, he can and will sleep anytime, anywhere with no struggle at all

so sharing a bed with him is amazingly easy :0

no snoring, no shuffling or moving around, nothing

he’s basically just a log next to you

buuut that doesn’t mean you don’t move around yourself

which jay finds extremely annoying, because why can’t you be perfect and fall asleep instantly like him? 🙄

“what are you doing?” he grumbles, eyes closed as he feels you flip onto your other side for the hundredth time

you scowl, “not all of us can fall asleep in ten seconds.”

suddenly, two strong arms yank you into a warm embrace, preventing you from fidgeting around any longer

“sleep.”

you huff in fake annoyance, but in reality it feels amazing to be pressed up against his warmth

any night you need to be held, he’s ready with open arms!

or if you want to hold him, go for it, he really doesn’t care as he can fall asleep no matter what

but enjoy dealing with grumpy, confused jay in the morning~

// SIM JAKE !

CUDDLERRR

bro needs to hold you !

you’re right there next to him?!? of course he needs to touch you !

you’ll literally get into bed, and like a hungry piranha he just grabs you

for the rest of the night you’re stuck there as his personal teddy bear

not that you mind at all

however if you do find yourself needing to change position he’ll reluctantly release you, as long as there’s some kind of physical contact remaining

even holding hands is enough <3

he’s too cute 🙁

each night you guys talk for a while, jake likes to tell you funny things the members did and what promotions were like

then he listens intently to you ranting about your day, nodding along enthusiastically the whole time and making comments along the way

“that’s so stupid! i should go to your work and tell them off.”

“he seriously said that to you? i’ll fight him!”

yeah, your boyfriend gets all the tea and gossip about your work

then when you’re both finally ready to sleep he lazily mumbles out a “g'night, luv you.”

*forehead kiss* (or at least he aims for your forehead, it’s pitch black after all)

everryyy single night <3

and now you can’t fall asleep until he says that and gives you your kiss :’)

// PARK SUNGHOON !

mf acts like you’re such a nuisance being next to him in bed even though he’s secretly relishing in your presence

“wah, you even want to sleep with me now? you’re so obsessed 🙄”

*a minute later*

“i’ve just granted you a once in a lifetime opportunity to sleep next to the park sunghoon and you’re not even going to hold me?”

yeah, you may think with those big arms of his he’d wanna be the big spoon but he really does find it comforting being in your embrace

sunghoon is so glad the darkness hides the cheesy grin he makes every time you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him right up against you

he’ll simply melt into you, sometimes throwing his much longer leg over both of yours and tangling them together even though he knows it’s a habit of his that you despise

“hoon, your feet are popsicles! get away from me!” you yell, making the boy let out a mischievous snicker as he shuffles even closer

“you love it~”

however on some nights when he wants to be all protective and “manly” as he calls it, he flips you around so your back is against his chest and traps you there for the night, leaving small kisses on the back of your head

“hoon, too tight. i can’t breathe.” you whine, desperately tugging on his muscular arms practically glued to your waist

your boyfriend scoffs, loosening his hold slightly, “wow, you’re so ungrateful. you know how many people wish they could be in your position right now? 😒”

if he’s feeling extra mushy or just seconds from falling into dreamland, he may offer a quick, barely audible “love you”

and when you say it back he gets all flustered, pushing his face deeper into the crook of your neck

you can’t help but giggle at his duality

have lots of fun teasing this man in the morning for being all soft with you~

// KIM SUNOO !

sunoo would be so happy to share a bed with you!

it’s a literal bonding activity to him even if it’s just the both of you lying there waiting for your body to lose consciousness

but before sleeping you guys will usually take the safe environment as an opportunity to vent to each other or let things out

sunoo usually tells you about any worries or insecurities he feels, or if he needs advice about the members

then you do the same with your school/work

despite him usually being the one laughing and trying to brighten the mood in more serious situations, sunoo is also a very good listener

for physical touch, sunoo prefers to be hugging you in some way, even just putting his arm over you is enough

or he’ll randomly throw a leg over yours to pull you closer

and being very the observant boy he is, he always notices if there happens to be more blankets on his side and will pull them all onto you :)

once you announce you’re ready to sleep, he’ll usually say “goodnight jagi, sleep well~”

and if you’re facing him, he’ll try to peck you on the lips despite the darkness

but if you’re turned away he settles for kissing your neck, making him laugh as you flinch away from the ticklish gesture

oh and, sunoo loves getting blackmail pictures of you asleep in the morning, drool falling down your chin, hair a mess

he thinks you look adorable and makes it his lock screen 😒

when you wake up he’s dead

but still, softest and caring boy as usual <3 won the jackpot with this boy fr

// YANG JUNGWON !

now this one

he would be a bit chaotic to be honest

all day he’s stuck being a mature, confident leader for the members despite being the second youngest

so when he gets the chance to just relax and be alone with you in bed he’s giggling like a kid on christmas eve

“y/n~”

you snap an eye open at the sound of your boyfriend’s very much awake voice, “it’s like midnight, what do you want? i was almost asleep.” you complain

he straight up bites your cheek, making you yelp and swat him away

laughing, he suddenly gets on top of you, crushing you under his weight, “i can’t sleep.”

he’s a bit of a child yes, but please baby him like he deserves <\3

after you’ve successfully been forced into staying up with the hyper cat, you end up watching anime on his phone, curled up as close to each other as possible

“i love korosensei, they won’t actually kill him right?” (assassination classroom is my favorite anime okay i had to mention it somewhere 🙄)

you scoff, “of course they will, at the end though.” jungwon pouts at your prediction, scooting even closer into your arms as you continue, “first they’re going to make sure we love him a lot before breaking our hearts.”

your boyfriend frowns, “they would never do that! obviously they’re going to convince the world he’s actually a harmless, loving octopus slash teacher and everyone will cheer for him and live happily ever after.”

you chuckle at his defensive tone, “sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me.”

after you’ve watched so many episodes to the point where both your eyes start to burn, jungwon turns on his lamp and declares you take ‘3am selfies’

you decide to not question him anymore

when he opens his camera app, you grunt in jealousy as somehow he still looks amazing despite the time displayed on his phone

meanwhile you’re next to him feeling like a sewer rat 😞

all in all, sharing a bed with won is amazing as long as you’re ready to stay up all night !

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

well

sharing a bed with niki will be.. an interesting time!!

after watching weird youtube videos and taking the worst pictures of each other possible all night, you’d have to be the one to declare when it was bedtime

he’ll agree, but that doesn’t exactly mean he’ll sleep right away too

this mf will definitely put his cold ass foot on your thigh out of nowhere, cackling when you scream and try to escape

after that traumatizing experience you’ll be like “okay, goodnight for real now.”

he’ll kiss your nose quickly, “okay okay, goodnight y/n~”

ah, silence, finally.

nope

suddenly the body next to you is moving slightly, and you realise it’s niki trying as hard as he can to hold in his laugh

you open your eyes, groaning, “yah! what could possibly be funny right now?”

he lets it out, laughing maniacally, “i’m sorry! i can just barely make out your face in the dark and it’s just—“ he gets cut off by his own cackle, hiding his face in the pillow

of course he’s laughing at your face 🧌

“seriously? why am i even dating you,” you mutter, flipping over to your other side so your back is to him, “is this better?”

“now i miss your cute face~” he giggles, suddenly hugging you tightly from behind

brat

anyway your boyfriend moves a lot in his sleep, which leads to him slowly nudging you every so often

eventually the pushing continues long enough for you to plop onto the ground

the worst part is neither you or niki even wake up from this

in the morning, pray that he doesn’t wake up first

because if he does and wakes up to find you on the floor, he will tease you for months and definitely take lots of pictures

if you’re lucky enough to wake up first, it ends with you yelling at him in confusion while he apologises through much much laughter

i don’t know what you wanted from this mf <3

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eddiemania · 2 years ago

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OMGGGGG CHAPTER 2 OF BABYSITTER PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Babysitter (part two)

Part one of “Babysitter„

Description: As your mother's punishment for returning home late that night, you had to work for at least two more weeks. Your body froze when you learned that you had gotten hired to look after your ex-boyfriend's baby sister, but little did you know that Eddie planned to give you a small shift visit (in your exe's bedroom)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v, grinding, blowjob, hair pulling, switch Eddie.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Carver, that won't be a problem," you faked a smile while looking at your mother's death glare. You could swear she was about to snap any minute now, but you tried to be calm and apologetic.

Your ex's mother booking a babysitting appointment with you was certainly something you did not expect and you couldn't understand whether it was because of her trust in you to look after Maya, her youngest, or because Jason wanted to make your life more of a living hell than it already was.

After hanging up, you sighed, your gaze slowly raising to meet the woman's eyes in front of you, "9:00pm to 12:30am, twenty an hour," you tried as much as possible to hide the slight excitement you felt the moment Mrs. Carver announced your payment.

"You were rude, y/n. You should have asked her to lower the budget!" your mother rubbed her eyelids after shooting a glare at you, "I tried but she kept insisting!" you defended yourself, finally able to sit back down on your bed.

"You don't get to keep all that money," your mother argued, following behind you. Your eyes widened, eyebrows connected with confusion. "What? Why?" you questioned as you observed anger flowing through her eyes. "Are you joking? You are punished. Pu-ni-shed." she raised her voice.

"You came home at two in the goddamn morning!" the woman shouted, pacing around the wooden floor of your room, "I told you I fell-" you immediately tried to speak but she cut you off, "Oh so you expect me to believe that?! That you 'fell asleep while working?" she let out in a sarcastic tone, scoffing loudly.

You groaned, giving her a confused look, "Why would I lie to you?!" you raised your hands in the air, "I don't know y/n! That's what I am asking you myself!" your mother groaned before rushing outside your room, with much force closing your door shut.

You heard her intense footsteps walking away before a shout followed, "If you're late this time, forget your friends!"

You rolled your eyes. As if you cared. The only real company you got to have this Summer was your neighbor Bonnie's dog and some of the babies you got to have multiple appointments with.

Truth was that your friend group wasn't dead during summertime. A lot of parties had been held at which you had been invited, multiple times, but ever since you dumped Jason Carver, the entire group looked at you differently.

Maybe deep down they still liked you, some of them at least. You were always kind and polite to them, but some others loathed you, calling you ungrateful and picky as if they were the ones sleeping with him (not that this wasn't their only wish)

And as much as you wanted to worry about the awkward encounter that was about to follow that same evening, having to face both your ex and his entire family, stay in his literal house, your thoughts wandered elsewhere...

His kisses, his fingers, and his tattoos were everything that made you feel the need to squeeze your thighs together at random times that day.

You hadn't seen or heard from Eddie for a week. You specifically asked him to not even dare call your house's telephone. The last thing you wanted was for your mother to find out about how your night involved.

She obviously suspected the likely scenario of what could have held you back that two full hours, but since nothing was confirmed, your subconsciousness was clear.

"y/n,"

You let out a sigh, glancing at the door you had not realized was once again open. Your mother held out a plate that contained a cake, the same one Jason always enjoyed eating whenever he came over.

"What even is this?" you rhetorically questioned the woman as you rolled your eyes, "Is it bad that I want you to bring them something? It's been a while since I had the pleasure of speaking to that sweet boy or his family," she responded, feeling the messages she was sending you behind that sentence.

"I told you me and Jason are over," you repeated for the tenth time this month, a sentence that made her scoff, "Teenagers really don't know what they want," her words made you stand up, grabbing the cake before leaving it on your desk, "I'm actually an adult now," you raised your eyebrows, "Then act like it,"

☾

At 8:55pm you were already standing outside the infamous Carver residence after approximately two months. The plate in your left hand slightly shook as your free one rang the mansion's bell.

A few minutes of you waiting passed before the familiar female figure opened the detail-carved wooden door for you, greeting you with a warm smile on her lips, "Hello sweety!" Jason's mother beamed, gesturing you inside.

"Mrs. Carver, this is for you," you let out a slightly awkward laugh before handing her the cake, her face expressing surprise and admiration towards your mother's action.

"You grew so much since the last time I saw you! What a gorgeous lady my goodness," she placed her hands on her cheeks, making you widely beam, "Thank you so much!"

"Hey y/n" you pressed your eyes together before internally groaning, pulling yourself together in order to turn around and look at his face.

He looked exactly the same ever since schools closed: cock-ish "role model boyfriend" grin, perfectly styled blonde hair, a polo t-shirt, and a pair of white pants.

"Hey Jason," you forced a smile, knowing he would soon leave you alone. Was the thought of staying in his house unpleasant? Yes. Was the thought of staying in his house (a freaking mansion) also entertainingly good? Double yes.

"You better take care of that little demon," he tried to crack a joke to which you did not react, causing his mother to get between you two, "So y/n; Jason and we will go out for dinner. We expect to be back by twelve, but I hope you can understand why I had to add that extra thirty minutes in case we're late or caught up," she explained.

"Despite the time we return, you're gonna get paid for that thirty minutes nonetheless!" the woman shook her hands, making you react instantly, "No you seriously don't need to do that!" you spoke but she softly chuckled, "Oh come on now, sweetheart! Look..."

After taking a sip from her water bottle the blonde looked at you, "Why don't you go wait with Jacy upstairs while I wait for my husband?"

No. No way in hell you would let this happ-

"That's a good idea," Jason plastered that annoying grin all over his face before beginning to step towards the stairs, turning around only when he realized you didn't run after his ass, "Are you coming or...?"

Despite the choices you genuinely wanted to make, there you were, sitting on his bed while glancing at the wall in front of you awkwardly.

If you could choose between ripping your skin out or remaining in that situation, your dermatologist would actually have the pleasure to hear from you very soon.

One thing you did actually notice that was quite entertaining was the fact that he still had the pictures where you two were together hung on the wall.

"So, how have you been?" he broke the silence, the moment your gaze traveled towards him. "Pretty good, how about you?" you questioned, trying to hide the embarrassment you felt.

He beamed before shrugging his shoulders, "I could be better you know," his face approached yours, making you slightly flinch back, "Right," you raised your brows.

"I still don't get it, by the way," the boy groaned, standing up off his bed in order to look at you directly, "What the hell did I do wrong?" he wasn't even mad, it sounded almost like he was offended, "People don't always feel the same chemistry Jason, it doesn't mean you did something wrong," you sighed, really needing to get out of this situation.

"Still. I was perfect to you and you still dumped me like fucking garbage," the blonde raised his voice, making you rub your temples, "Can you just stop-"

His door opened, both your heads turning to look at his father standing against the frame, "Hey kiddos, sorry to interrupt, I knocked but you didn't listen," he explained, his eyes finally following Jason, "You coming?"

He immediately grabbed his basketball team's jacket, placing it over his shoulder before rushing out of the room, leaving you alone with his father.

"You know Maya. If you need anything don't hesitate to call," the male said as you nodded in response, getting off his son's bed, "Have fun," you beamed before he returned it.

Handling Maya wasn't as easy as you expected. Even if she was, or at least used to be a calm child, feeding her was one hell of a ride.

You had been trying to make her shallow her baby cream for over fifteen minutes now, with no result at all. The only thing your "solutions" ended up causing was the girl to throw up all over your top.

You groaned as you stood over the sink, maniacally attempting to get the blouse clean by scrubbing it with dish soap and water, "You little shit," you breathed rapidly, quickly switching between the washing and feeding.

"Bad," the baby mumbled, trying to push your hand away right before it reached her mouth, "Maya, I'm literally begging you, sweety, please!" you were on the verge of tears, about to give up when a loud noise made you jump off your seat.

You looked around, trying to locate the ringing before realizing it came from the living room.

You carefully raised Maya off her seat, taking her into your arms as you walked towards the phone on the wall, which had been ringing for almost a minute now.

"Hello?"

"Do I have to set up an entire master plan to see your pretty face?" your eyes widened, glancing around the room rapidly before your brain signaled your mouth to finally speak.

"Are you crazy?!" you whisper-yelled, making the boy on the other line chuckle, "Are you alone?" his voice was low and playful. You slightly bit your lower lip, trying to sound calm. "Yes, and I'm working. How did you even know I was here?" you asked him as you bounced slightly, trying to calm down the child in your arms.

"Oh well, you know..." you could see the grin he had on his face, "Mr. Munson wanted to reschedule since he was so pleased by your services, Mrs. y/l/n,"

You couldn't help but smile, trying to respond without him catching your guard down, "And?" you asked, "And I was told the number I should dial to contact you. I'm outside, open the door,"

You almost choked at the boy's words, your eyes quickly shifting around at the windows, "I can't do that Eddie! I'm literally working," you argued, "Don't you want an extra hand?" God, you wished you could slap his face right there and then.

"Wait right there."

You hang up, quickly placing Maya back at her food seat. You rushed to the mirror, fixing your hair as a knot began developing in your stomach.

Letting him wasn't right, and you knew very well that it could cause you huge trouble, but the other side of your brain begged you to walk towards that door and open it and soon enough you did so.

"Why does that asshole get to see you babysit shirtless and I don't?" was the first thing he said when he looked at you. You instantly rolled your eyes, looking at the amusement on his face, "Because his sister is a brat and throws up her food, unlike your brother, perhaps," you scoffed, about to rush back in when his arm grabs yours, pushing you against him while his leg struggled to shut the front door.

His lips found yours, making you walk towards the living room with his mouth against you and your neck. You could smell the weed in his breath the minute his tongue entered you.

"I'm glad to see you too, Munson, now let me move," you grinned, pushing him away before running towards the baby waiting for you in her seat.

The boy approached you, exchanging a few looks with Maya and your displeased expression, "It looks just like him..." he scrunched his nose, causing you to slightly chuckle, "Your turn,"

He didn't have time to process your movements before a towel came flying right on his head. "Huh?" Eddie widened his eyes, glancing at you with confusion.

"You came all the way here, so be my guest, plus..." you smiled, approaching him only to place a slow kiss on his neck, "I really, really need a helping hand..." you smirked watching him shut his eyes.

Half an hour and an empty bowl later, Maya had fallen asleep on the table. You quickly ran upstairs, gently putting her in her crib before leaving the room as quietly as possible.

Once you returned, your gaze fell upon Eddie with a cigarette in-between his lips. He sat on the couch, not noticing your return.

You approached from behind, carefully placing a gentle kiss on the softness of his neck, making the boy sigh, "You can't just go M.I.A. on me y/n," he pouted, reaching his hand behind his neck to hold yours, gesturing you to come sit next to him.

You did so, but before you sat down the boy held you, patting his lap while looking at you with pleading eyes, "You know my mother almost murdered me when I came back home," you whispered against his ear, placing affectionate kisses on his face.

The boy simply hummed before connecting his lips with yours, lustfully leaning on the front, his hands securing your back. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper, your hands traveling inside the roots of his hair.

Eddie groaned, holding you even closer to his body, "Did it have to be you to look after that kid?" he spoke stiffly as he kissed you, "There are tons of babysitters in Hawkins,"

You giggled, feeling his hands lowering, "They trust me Eds," you explained, the smile on your face not fading away, "Just because you smooched their son's forehead-" before he could continue his sentence, your hand was placed over his lips, preventing him.

You lowered your head, slowly sucking and marking his collar bone. Eddie's eyes were shut, and his breathing was heavy. "Since there are tons of babysitters in Hawkins," you paused, securing your hips on his, "Why did you hire me then?"

He rolled his eyes, not responding to your question.

"What's upstairs?" he turned to ask you after a little while, a confused look on your face, "The bedrooms, why?" you immediately inquired, observing the misbehaving expression he had on.

"Alright..." he threw you on the couch, kissing your bare belly as he stood over your body. Your hands kept on caressing him, pleasure and guilt both taking over your mind.

"Come here," he groaned, taking you into his arms before approaching the stairs, catching your guard down, "What are you- Eddie!" you whisper-yelled, once again getting no response from him, "Don't even think about it!"

He did, he thought about it.

"Let's see..." the curlyhead smiled widely, opening one of the doors after placing your feet back on the floor, "Parents' bedroom," he uttered, observing the place.

You ran after him, trying to pull him back downstairs, yet with no result, "What's in here?" he ignored your pleads, pointing at the door with his thumb, "It's the baby's room!" you groaned.

"Third room... Three is a lucky number, but not for Carver apparently," he winked, opening the door before pulling you inside, "Eddie we shouldn't be in here!" cold sweat ran down your spine as you looked at the boy wandering around, observing Jason's medals and pictures.

"Aw, look at how happy he is! Was that before or after he shoved me inside that locker?" he spoke sarcastically, causing you to lower your gaze.

His eyes were fixated on one particular polaroid on the wall, where he was kissing your cheek, a big smile across your face. You grumbled, trying to snatch it away when his hand seized yours.

"Poor him," he whispered, lowering his head to meet your eyes, "Right sweetheart?" his words made your cunt ache, your palms grabbing his face in a matter of seconds before you began kissing him.

You started touching him under his shirt, your fingertips brushing the top of his jeans, teasing their way inside. Eddie whimpered, immediately sitting down on Jason's bed, only to drag you down with him.

"God this is so wrong," you shook your head as you carefully got down on your knees, unbuckling his belt, "Jesus at least buy me a drink first y/n," he joked, making you roll your eyes.

As much as he tried though, nothing he said could change the fact that his breaths were slow, and his dick ached the closer your hands got. He observed you quietly, focusing on a small droplet of sweat traveling across your chest, falling right between your breasts.

He raised his hips slightly, helping you take off his jeans, followed by his underwear. When you suddenly acknowledged what had been hidden inside those jeans this whole time, you audibly gasped. He was so large and hard. It seemed heavy. On the tip of his dick was a shiny pre cum droplet.

The hip tattoo you had seen the other day gracefully developed until his upper thigh, portraying a sword.

Your hand grazed over it while he watched your moves with anticipation. "You don't need to do this," Eddie finally spoke quietly, his hand stroking your loosely tied up hair. You leaned against his touch, smiling, "I know."

You frowned as you carefully took hold of him. "What caused all this mess, baby?". You wanted to hear him say it, admit he had been losing his mind the past week he was away from you.

"Please y/n," Eddie begged, which was just enough for you. Your hand began stroking him carefully as you listened to all his moans and praises his mouth let out.

His eyes spun around the room, focusing on the pictures the jock had of you on his walls. How could a piece of paper turn him on so much?

"y/n," he kept panting the faster your pumping became. You raised your eyes up, looking at him with a smile plastered across your face, "What is it, my pretty boy?" you baby-talked him, "Put it- please," Eddie kept shuttering, thrusting his hips at any chance you gave him, "Oh Jesus, please just suck it," he threw his head back, his long hair touching Jason's mattress.

"Hm, I don't know..." you teased, circling his creamy tip with your thumb, "Please baby..." he sighed, making you blush the moment your tongue touched the base of his cock, licking a strand up to the top.

He was red and flustered.

It felt so wrong, but the pleasure you got just from knowing how desperate he was for your touch only increased the wetness inside your panties. You were certain he hadn't done this before, just by the look inside his eyes, and that turned you on.

All the days he had to watch your practice from a distance, feeling that slight attraction towards the cheerleader who definitely saw him as the school's clown and made fun of him together with her jock boyfriend was just overthinking that had finally gone wasted. You were between his legs, sucking him off, and he was enjoying every single second of it.

As your tongue rolled around him, your left hand stocked what you couldn't fit while the right one slid down your abdomen, straight inside your panties in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure you felt.

"Oh sweetheart, first you make me seem desperate and then you start playing with yourself in front of me?" he says, making you realize his head was up, eyes pinned on your movements.

Obviously, he had noticed the change in your pumps after they began weakening and shaking. The moans you let out vibrated against his dick, his fingers caressing your pink cheeks.

"Carver was quite the lucky man, hm?" he grinned, lifting your chin up to make you look into his eyes. Your mouth was wet, a strand of salvia connecting your lips to his dick.

"Eddie please just fuck me," you blurted out, your eyes glossy as you gave him an innocent look, "You are making me paranoid, you know that?" he whispered, a misbehaving smile catching him off guard, "Oh you wanna act slutty around me?" he asked, pressing his cock against your lips.

"Finish me off pretty eyes, inside your mouth."

Your heart beat faster, hands tired and shaking as you began taking him inside your mouth once again. This time the curlyhead grinned, thrusting his hips against your head, making your eyes tear up.

You kept on gagging, his praising leading your hand to move faster inside your panties, "My sweet pure girl..." he breathed, listening to your cries, "Sucking off the freak inside Jason Carver's bedroom," he laughed, "Who would have thought?"

"Eddie-" you tried to say, yet the boy shushed you, "Oh sweetheart I'm gonna- shit," he moaned, "Keep going..."

You did as he told you, the hand in your panties sliding up his thigh for your fingertips tingle his soft skin.

"Holy shit!" his last moan was loud, Eddie's head being thrown behind as you felt his warmness release inside your mouth, pulling away from him.

His eyes fell upon you, quickly shifting towards your spot, "What's wrong baby?" his bangs were slightly stuck on his forehead from the amount of sweat he had developed.

You had never done this before, and as much as you wanted to please him, your teary eyes made him understand your discomfort, "Shh, pretty it's okay, spit it out," he kissed your forehead, rushing towards Jason's desk to grab the trash can.

"I'm sorry," you wiped your mouth, finally able to speak, "Nothing to be sorry about, come here," he hugged you, pulling you up the bed.

His arms slowly guided you to lie down right before he got on top of you, placing sloppy kisses all over your neck, and chest until he reached your lower tummy.

"Eddie..." you spoke, slightly stroking his cheek, " We might get caught," your shame took over your mind, eyes looking around the familiar four walls, "I want to make you feel good, right here."

How could you say no? You needed him and his puppy eyes to remain on top of you, do whatever he wanted to your body.

"Will you let me?" his whispers against the crook of your neck made you wrap your legs around his nude waist. Eddie flinched at the sudden contact before his left hand started lowering the elastic of your sweatpants.

To help him out, you immediately took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. Eddie's back was to die for. Heavily defined, the chain of his pick necklace getting caught up between his upper muscles.

You were left with your panties and bra whilst he was utterly naked.

You sunk against the soft mattress as the curlyhead kissed the top of your panties, his tongue making its way under the fabric.

"May I?" he questioned, to which you nodded in return, softly placing your hands around his neck. Eddie slid your panties off slightly chuckling, "I can't put them in my pocket this time," he smiled, making you scoff, "I'll still steal them though."

"Eddie."

"Mhm?"

"Behave,"

He grinned, leaving a last kiss on your belly button before crawling higher on the bed. "If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay sweetheart?" he asked, and you instantly nodded.

He sighed as he took his cock into his grip, holding it outside your entrance. The boy slowly entered his tip inside you, enjoying every single sound that came out of your lips.

Eddie reached back down to play with the smooth folds of your cunt. He ran his impatient fingers up and down the tender spot, spreading your spit and arousal.

"I'm begging you, Eds," you sputtered. He was taking his time. You took it upon yourself to push back onto him and rub your cunt against his tip since you were so desperate for his dick.

The boy groaned, catching you unprepared the second he pushed himself all the way inside you, "Ed- oh my- fuck!" you kept moaning, your nails leaving visible red marks all over his back.

"That's it," he breathed, "Take it all, beautiful," his voice was so low and hoarse, you swore it brought waves of pleasure down your needy cunt.

You were struck so deep inside that you could not control your actions. "Look at him," Eddie groaned, grabbing a picture from Jason's bedside table. "I'm the one who's fucking you on this dick's bed."

"I can't wait for the moment you'll have to look him in the eyes, knowing how well I laid you up. How you'll have to admit that Eddie the freak filled your little pussy so well, no one would be enough for you ever again."

You could already feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach tightening. No man, not even Jason, has ever made you want to cum so fast.

Eddie kept thrusting his ink-filled hips against you, your skin slapping and your moans filling the entire room. You loved the contact your two bare bodies made.

"God! Please don't stop!" your pleading went straight to his cock, making him even harder. He loved listening to your whimpers and begs so much that he only wished you two had done this a long time ago...

His desires eventually took over him when his hand flew down your head, making you quickly stand up on your knees. The brunette then grabbed your hips, turning you around before pushing your ass against his hardness.

Your back remained on his chest when suddenly, the emptiness you felt was immediately replaced by his cock. A few hard thrusts later, Eddie slid two fingers on your folds, quickly rubbing your clit as he kept on fucking you.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Your thighs began shaking, a numbing feeling taking over you as you felt that knot in your belly release, pleasure washing your entire exhausted body.

Eddie then immediately pulled out of you, his hand quickly jerking himself off as you watched his cum slowly release, both of you falling behind on the bed.

Curses and prayers both were repeated under your breaths, a huge grin on his face unlike yours. You felt your eyes shutting close from the tiredness, but Eddie noticed immediately.

"Come on sweetheart," he softly laughed, picking up your clothes from the floor before carefully beginning to dress you, "I'm not a doll Eds, I can dress myself," you roll your eyes playfully, "I need a month to recover from the heart attacks," the boy spoke.

"You know what, Munson?" you question as he slides your panties back on, "What?" the boy smiles, "In that case I'll give up babysitting for another career," you laugh, pressing your lips against his nose and forehead, "And what would that be?"

"Cardiology. Now put your clothes on before both you and I get arrested."

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