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Has anyone said faith, kaisarion or griftwood yet? (Faith and kaisarion are my alarm sounds, canât sleep through loud guitar lmao)
griftwood yes, from ricky of course. how did i take this long to get to faith or kaisarion?? hello??
kaisarion:
i mean. the high note. come on now.
ITS THE SOUND OF ANOTHER DEADLINE WHISTLING PAST YOUR EARS / ITS THE SIGN OF A MILLION REGRETS MOUNTING OVER THE YEARS
FAR AWAY FROM THE STENCH OF THE HEAVENS (HYPATIAAAAA) and the lead guitar notes in the background
go straight to (guitar solo)
that drum roll after a matter of love
the breakdown around 3mins into that FUNKY GROOVE with the cymbals
when the drums come back on its the truth of candor and the leadup to the drums at 4:04, to another drum solo i do every time against my steering wheel. plus the drums at the end and the guitar to seal it all off
faith:
faith is creeping up there with my top ghost songs, ngl
i mean come on, the guitars in the beginning into that nasty, heavy driving beat.
that little YEAH before the first chorus and HA before the second
THE HARMONIES IN THE CHORUS. FUCK ME UP. and im watching you FALLLLL
BECAUSE FAITH. IS. MINE. fucking groWL for me PLS
although it (silence) stINKS FEELS AND LOOKS IDENTICAL
2:37 into the growled part im melting. and the drums are too good
the LAUGH and the GUITARS after it
and the because faith. (guitar) is. (guitar) MINE. (guitar) for the end. and the way it goes into See the Light. mmmMMMMM
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All Of Me
⪠take all of me, i just wanna be the girl you likeâthe kind of girl you like âŞ
logan âwolverineâ howlett x fem!reader
tags: features your favorite merc with a mouth, takes place in deadpool three, age gap, flirting, mutual sex, rough sex, couch sex, creampies, mentions of drinking (donât worry everything is consensual) sorry i donât have much tagsâŚ.
notes: listen to the song for added vibes ! |bottom of page|
âSo? How does this look?â You turn to look at your friend and neighbor, Wade, as he modeled his off his brand new black wig. You took a long look at it, it was a stiff and a little dry; however it was different compared to the brown one he was rocking a week ago before his mission.
âPreferred the brown Justin Bieber one you had before. Now Wade, can we please have a game night? Pretty please!â You begged while the loud mouthed merc went silent and took off the new wig he brought before putting his red and black mask over his head.
âGame nights are such a hassle, Blind Al sucks at charades. Why do you want a game night soâohâ He paused and you swear you could hear him smirk behind his mask.
âYou wanna do the hanky panky with old man logan, huh?â His eyes scrunched and he in your face, causing you to look away.
âHide the zucchini with the Wolvie? Play naked twister? Prison role play? Recreating Bustyââ
âOkay we get it!â You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away, heart practically beating out of your chest at the mere mention of your friendâs hot new roommate.
After the timeline altering mission, which you learned over chimichangas at Wadeâs, youâve had the pleasure of meeting the sexiest man to ever exist. Logan, was everything and then some. From his beautiful hazel eyes, to his voice down to his mutant powers; everything about him had you creaming your panties and Wade knew it too.
âPlease, just one game night! Thatâs all i want, please Wade!â You begged once more, grabbing his wristâmaking him turn to you. âWhatâs in it for me? Do i get a peek at the goodies too? Hm? Do I get to pop your cherry? Tongue Punch your fartbox? Eiffelââ
âA date and alone time with Vanessaâ You cut him off before he could go on with anymore innuendos.
âSee you tonight! Should i wear this one tonight?â Wade pulled out another wig, pulling it over his mask. It was ginger curly wig.
âFuck no, Carrot Topâ You snatched his wig off, making the merc pout.
It was a little bit after seven, the perfect time for you to show up at Wadeâs place. You helped Wade send out invitations for the game night, which was at 6:30 pm. You decided to show up a little late, to make a grand entrance even though you lived right across the hall.
As soon as you got home, you immediately went to your closet picking out your best outfit, one that made your ass look so round and plump in it, before having the longest shower session ever known. After putting the last touches to your âi-wanna-fuck-a-twohundred-year-old-manâ outfit, you grabbed the pan of your famous monster nachos, and headed across the hall.
After you knocked twice on the door, it swung open revealing your mouthy neighbor; whom scowled behind his mask. âWell, look who decided to show up! I shouldnât even let you in, Vanessaâs not even here!â He crossed his arms over his chest and got in your face, upset that you didnât hold up your end of the bargain.
âWhoâs not here?â Vanessa popped up behind you, her curly raven hair flowing as she moved, shocking your neighbor and making him back up from your space. You wore a smug look on your face as you walked into his apartment, pushing the pan of nachos into his hands and taking a look around his place; searching for Logan.
Wade, who had now taken off his mask and was eyeing Vanessa as she got comfortable, started to dig into your pan of nachos; until he see your face in his peripheral vision.
âLooking for Logan sugar bear? Wolvie went to go take Mary for a walk and to get us some beersââ
âAnd some coke!â Blind Al cut in, emerging from the kitchen; making you smile. âNo, not this time Althea.â Deadpool responded, now standing next to you while the two of you watched the little old man lady make her way into the living roomâcursing up a storm.
Turning his attention back to you, Wade stuck his fingers into your yummy pan of nachos and stuffed him down his mouth, âHeâll be back soon. Although he is over a hundred years old; so it might take grandpa a while to get back.â You pouted and grabbed some chips from the pan before stomping over to the living room and sitting on the black leather couch.
It felt like an hour had passed and Logan hadnât showed up yet. You were trying your best to not seem sad, occupying your mind by talking with Yukio and Vanessa; earning some stares from Wade. You werenât letting him speak to her, not until he showed up.
Almost like he heard you, the man of the hour finally walked through the door, holding a pack of beer and almost empty bottle of whiskey; followed by Mary Poppins skippering into the room.
âLook! Heâs back! Everyone heâs back, with the beer! Hey VanessaâŚ.â Wade announced to everyone before going to talk with Vanessa, but really it was for you. You shot your eyes up and caught his, giving him a soft smile before he quickly turned away and headed to the kitchen to put the beers down.
You hesitated on following after him, until you saw Wade motion for you to go after him. You excused yourself and walked into the small space, seeing the tall male place the beers into the fridgeâyou reached over and grabbed on, catching him by surprise.
The smell of his cologne piercing your nostrils and you tried your best to ignore the small throbbing you felt below. âThanks for the beer.â You wanted to bite your tongue off after those words left your mouth. Thatâs all you had to say to him? Thank him for the beers?
Before you could leave, the deep voice behind you called out to you, âYouâre the one that lives across the hall, right? You made those delicate shrimp tacos?â You nodded your head, a smile plastered on your face while taking a swig of the rich flavored beer.
âYou think they were delicious?â You asked, already knowing his answerâhowever you were really excited that he knew who you were. He nodded and reached over to take a swig of your beer before responding.
âI had to sneak one because Wade wouldnât let anyone have one, but god those were good.â You smiled and pulled another beer out of the fridge as he finished the rest off the first one you shared.
As it became later into the night, the two of you stayed in the kitchen getting know each other better. He decided to pull out the hard stuff, so instead of finishing off the pack of beerâthe two of you decided to split his whiskey. The more the two of you talked, the more you fell for him.
âWhoâs ready for some Strip Poker! Iâll go first!â Wadeâs perky voice announced, making the two of you freeze and share a look with each other; faces contorting in disgust.
âIâd rather claw my eyes out then to see that. Letâs get out of here. What do ya say, princess?â He asked you, standing up and holding out his hand. You smiled and got up as well, bringing the whiskey with you. Walking out the kitchen and into the living room hand in hand, the two of headed to the doorâsurprising a half dressed Wade.
âWhere do you two think youâre going?â
âTo fuck off.â You responded, sticking a middle finger up at your neighbor before waving at Yukio and Vanessa; leaving the party and going to your apartmentâgetting away from Wadeâs antics.
Sitting on your plush living room couch, the two of you continued with your conversation from earlier, the bottle of whiskey flowing freely between the two of you.
The older man couldnât help but to take in your beautiful features, the way your eyes twinkled when he said something about his past, the way your beautiful plump lips curved up when he talked about a good memory he hadâit had him losing his mind. He had found you attractive, he always did, but he was too afraid to act on his attraction. Too afraid for what could possibly happenâŚ.
âHow are you still single?â You blurted out, the effects of the strong alcohol messing with your cognitive functions. He shifted in his spot and moved his eyes from yours, making you immediately regret asking.
âIâm not a good guy. I hurt people, every move i makeâŚ.someone ends up getting hurt.â There was some silence before his eyes returned to yours and you couldnât help the next words that left your mouth. You scooted closer to him and grabbed him by the chin, making him look at you, âWhat if I like being hurt?â
His eyes widened and he searched yours, processing what you just said before he gave into temptation; kissing you with such passion. He easily dominated you, gripping the back of your headâtugging onto your hair, making you moan out; which gave him the opportunity to pull away and look at you.
âI donât wanna hurt you, princess.â
âIâm a big girl, Logan. I can take a little pain~â He wasted no time on smashing his lips against yours again, pulling you into his lap while his hands roamed your small back, before falling down to your ass. He squeezed both cheeks through your denim jeans, rubbing and pinching the fatâcausing you to moan out his name. He was beyond hard hearing your sweet voice call out to him and you could feel it pressing right into your cunt.
You rolled your hips, creating some stimulation for youâanother sexy moan leaving your mouth. He gripped the sides of jeanâs hard, ripping them apart and causing you to gasp. âCanât wait much longer. Sorry, princess,â His voice was gruff, panty wetting; turning you on even more. You reached underneath and fumbled with his belt buckle, finally unclasping it and unzipping his pantsâpulling his navy blue briefs down; making his hard cock spring free.
You salivated at the sight. His deep brown happy trail lead right down to his glistening, angry, pinkish cockâjumping from the cool air. You let out a glob of spit, catching it once it hit his precum coated headâjerking him off. He closed his eyes and groaned, the sensation making his body grow hot. And when you pulled your panties to the side and let his tip slide against your slick lips; those tired looking eyes shot open.
âYou ready for that, hm?â He asked, his bushy brown eyebrow raising as he watched you tease yourself; a soft gasp leaving your lips. With a head nod, you pushed him into your sodden entrance, gasping and gripping his broad shoulder; as he stretched you to fit his cock. Logan watched with low lidded eyes, in a deep lust filled trance as you took control, hands glued to your side.
âFuck, princessâŚ.take all of it like a good girlâŚâ He praised, sending a smack to your plump ass. You took him as deep as you could, however it wasnât all of himâŚyou couldnât take it all. Your hips slowly moved on its on, grinding and bouncingâgetting used to how much was inside of you.
Soon that bubble of pain popped and turned into pleasure, and your pace increased. Your hips were no longer bucking, instead you were practically jumping on his dickâthe sound of skin meeting one anotherâs created a loud lewd noise; music to your earsâdrowning out what was playing across the hall.
Logan couldnât believe it, he was in pure bliss, he finally had you and was going to enjoy this very moment. He was scared, he didnât want to bring his past into the new worldâespecially with you here.
Almost like you read his thoughts, you pulled him by his chin and made him look at you, âyou donât need to protect meâŚ..I can take itâshitâŚjust fuck me daddy.â
Hearing those words fueled him and he gripped your hips tightly, before pushing you further down onto his cock; making you take all of him. You gasped loudly, however you werenât able to process it because he was forcing you up and down on his dickâstretching your gummy walls with each stroke.
He loved the sexy noises that left your pretty little mouth along with the squelching and small queefing that your cunt released with each powerful thrust. âThatâs it babyâŚride daddyâs dick. Fuckâyouâre so tight!â You smashed your lips on his, a sweaty sloppy kiss between the both of you as the tightness in your stomach was brewing.
âGâna cumâŚfuck daddy! Can I cum? Please please pleaseâŚ.â You begged, hands on his clothed chestâgripping his navy blue flannel shirt. The older man grunt and smirked, holding your hips while you continued to bounce.
âGo ahead and cream on daddyâs dick, princess.â
Thatâs all you needed to finally release that tight ball in your stomach, releasing your essence all over his thick shaft. He was right behind you as well, with a few more pumps, his thick milky white load pooled out in thick white ropesâfilling you up.
The two of you stayed like that, peppering kissing on each otherâs lips, a small smirk on his face. He was in blissâno, he was in love. The hard ass Wolverine had finally opened his heart. He wasnât about to make another universe hate him, heâll damn sure try hard to not mess it up.
Sneaking away from his third round of strip poker, Wade crept into the hallway and picked the lock to your apartment door. Before entering he let out a little school girl giggle, before continuing to tip toe into your apartmentâholding back his gasp at the sight bestowed before him.
A sweaty, shirtless Wolverine balls deep inside of you, giving you hard deep strokes as you laid on the couch taking all of him.
âThe two of you need a third?â Their head whipped towards the door in sync, their faces of pleasure changing to anger.
âFuck Off Wade!â He scurried back out the door, dodging the pillow being thrown at him. He took a deep breath before looking at the readers
âWelp! Thatâs all folks!â
#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#logan howlett x you#logan howlett xmen#logan howlett smut#old man logan#logan howlett x reader#logan wolverine#wolverine#logan smut#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#Spotify
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chulo
âŤ: Chulo Pt. 2, Bad Gyal
"Your hermit of a roommate finally decides that heâs had enough of your attitude. And of your constant assumptions that heâs never felt the touch of a woman. "
taehyun x fem!reader
Genre: pwp, roommates au, smut, enemies to lovers if you squint, ft. wingman jjunÂ
Word count 11.4K
warnings: barely edited and barely any plot mwah, use of drugs (weed) and alcohol; mentions of the mc getting drunk (not during any of the smut), jealousy
smut warnings: sub!mc, mean dom!tyun, strength kink !! bratty mc and brat tamer tyun, high sex, shotgunning, degradation, praise, pain kink, spanking, hair pulling, thigh riding, begging, pet names/name calling (slut, baby, princess, pretty/good girl, etc.) manhandling, brief choking, mentions of safeword (itâs not used though), brief marking, biting, oral, (f. rec), face sitting, tyun is a literal pussy fiend. fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, tyun is thick and big yawnnn what else is new, dumbification maybe, slight humiliation (kink? maybe.),breast play, scratching, possessiveness, creampie (・â˘Ěá´-)â§
(lmk if i should add anything lmao)
Notes: just leaving this here to remind u guys that i am the least sane solomon on this app. i actually only wrote this for myself but congrats u all get to read it too. say thank youuu!Â
Taehyun was, for lack of a better word, a total goody-two-shoes; always holed up in his room studying, the only times he ever left home being for work, school, or to go run an errand. He was also your beloved roommate.Â
It was meant to be, really; jumping blindly at the offer your mutual friend Yeonjun offhandedly mentioned, commenting about how his friend was struggling to find someone in order to split rentâ âhis old roommate moved out, now heâs going broke trying to afford the place on his own.âÂ
And you, in all your bright-eyed and enthusiastic glory, didnât hesitate to ask for details; one long interrogation later, and you found yourself getting interviewed by the man himselfâ how you were able to snatch the title of Taehyunâs new roommate is something youâre still unsure of.Â
Because as far as youâre aware, the two of you couldnât be any more different.
âYouâre going out again?â you hear Taehyun call out from the kitchen, the said man able to hear you approaching from the hallway from the jingling of your jewelryâ something he was always on your ass for, never failing to comment how youâre like a walking tambourine with that stupid quirk to his lipsâ the sound of his voice teeming with judgment only brought about a roll of your eyes, trudging over to the kitchen to send him a harsh glare; you made a point of placing your bangle clad wrists on your hips, the action bringing about another soft jingling.Â
âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â you ask, raising a brow expectantly; Taehyun seems unfazed by your sudden confrontation, not a single muscle twitching at your accusatory toneâ his back remains turned to you, leaning on the kitchen counter leisurely while he scrolls on his phoneâ at the sound of your persistent hmm? He peeks over his shoulder to meet eyes with you.Â
âYou were out till three yesterday,â he says nonchalantly, only turning so he can properly look at you whilst keeping an eye on the stove, âIs partying all you do?â
You can tell heâs trying to provoke youâ but you know better than to fall for it and get angry, already victim to his constant mocking and teasing to realize that he seems to enjoy getting a rise out of youâ so you simply roll your eyes and scoff, crossing your arms over your chest before youâre turning on your heel and beelining back to the door.Â
âYou know damn wellâŚâ you mutter to yourself, sneering at the chuckles youâre able to pick up on, âItâs none of your business anyway!âÂ
âYeah, it kinda is!â Taehyun retorts, but youâre too busy slipping on your shoes and your jacket to voice out a rebuttalâ swinging your purse over your shoulder, youâre able to catch his final comment right as youâre slipping out the door; âIâm not making the hangover soup again!âÂ
âFuck you and your soup!âÂ
You shut the door behind you before Taehyun can get a word out.Â
   âââ
âHow are you two still living together?âÂ
The natural light that streams in through the windows and the sound of Yeonjunâs raspy voice is enough to have you wincing with pain and ducking your head down; hot steam from your bowl soothes your skin and puffy eyes, your body still sore from the night before as you sink into the chair with a tired sigh.Â
âBecause as insufferable as she is, she still pays her share of the rent,â Taehyun mutters bitterly, setting down a second bowl of soup before your mutual friend, pulling out the chair across from your as he goes to sit with crossed arms, âarenât you gonna eat? You were begging me for this earlier.â Your lips automatically go to form a scowl, but your hand still goes to reach for your spoonâ because as much as you hated feeding into Taehyunâs big fat ego, you couldnât deny that he makes some killer hangover soup; you could already feel the tension easing from your muscles from the first biteâ- your eyes remained glued to the table, knowing better than to glance back up and catch the stupid triumphant look Taehyun never bothers to hide.Â
âFucking insufferable,â you mumble between bites, glancing at the way Yeonjun seems to catch onto your words, shoulder shaking with the soft laugh he huffs out.Â
âMe?â Taehyun gawks, leaning forward as though to make sure he was hearing things right; neither of you respond, which only serves to make him more irked.
âAs far as Iâm aware, Iâm the one that has to deal with youâ always coming back late and drunk as hellââ Taehyunâs pointed glare jumps over to Yeonjun, who simply flinches and averts his gaze down to the table, âyou said youâd be watching over her last night.â
âIâm not a baby,â you butt in, ignoring Taehyunâs look of disbelief, âI donât need a babysitter.â
âAnd yet youâre always asking me to take care of you.âÂ
You shrug dismissively, the last bit of your energy spent as you find yourself no longer interested in arguing; staring down at your bowl, you found that you were so busy trying to ignore Taehyunâs piercing glare that you ended up scarfing down your soup in a hasteâ standing abruptly, you go to place your dishes in the dishwasher before youâre spinning around and sending Taehyun a bright, innocent smile.Â
âItâs not my fault you always jump to come help me out,â you coo, wincing at the soreness of your body and the sharp ache in your head as you make your way over to him, cupping his face and squeezing his cheeks together, leaning in close to him even as he begins to fuss and swat at your hands angrily, âand youâre just soooo caring and sweet with meâ itâs in your nature, donât lie.âÂ
âIt gets tiring listening to you complain around the house,â Taehyun sneers grabbing your wrists firmly and pulling your hands off his face swiftlyâ the sudden strength catches you off guard, hands falling dumbly at your sides as you can only stare at Taehyun as he continues, cold and aloof as always, âItâs the only way I can get you to shut up.â
âSureee⌠sure,â you mumble offhandedly, clearly unimpressed by his excuse as you saunter off to the living room instead, making yourself comfortable on the couch before youâre yelling back to the kitchen one last time.Â
âJjunie,â you call, waiting for the muffled hmm? of the said man before you continue, âare we still down for the part next Saturday? Jakeâs place?â
âOh⌠uhhhm,â he pauses, and youâre sure Taehyun is probably sending him a deadly glare right now, âsure, if you want to.âÂ
âOf course I want to,â you grin, pulling out your phone to look up Jakeâs instagram page, scrolling through his feed to get a refresher of what he looks like, the satisfaction of what you see seeping into your voice as you speak, âPartyingâs all I do.â
You swear you hear a scoff; it only serves to make you anticipate the weekend a little more.Â
   âââ
âYouâre leaving like that?âÂ
Your body is jolting in surprise, the mascara wand in your hand clattering on your desk as you curse in shockâ Taehyun stands in your now opened doorway, unable to sense his presence due to the focus you were putting in to make sure your makeup came out perfectâ meeting his gaze through the mirror, you frown, nose scrunching in distaste at the way he clearly judges you; your hand reaches for your phone, turning down the music you were playing in order to actually hear him properly.Â
âDonât you know how to knock?âÂ
âI tried. Iâve been trying. For the past three minutes,â Taehyun says, ignoring your complaints as he makes his way into your room, coming up behind you as he scans your setupâ he ignores the way you continue to glare at him harshly, eyes running slowly over the mess youâve made before heâs leaning down and reaching across the vanity; youâre pressed back against the chair and left to watch as his arm obscures your vision, hoping he didnât pick up on the way your eyes glued onto his muscles that bulged slightly as he reached for the charger plugged into the far outlet.Â
âYou never gave this back,â Taehyun sighs, and before you can refute that you were just about to, he gives you a pointed look with that raised brow of his. âItâs been three days.â
âMy bad,â is all you can bring yourself to say, picking up your mascara wand again as you go back to applying your makeup carefullyâ but itâs hard to concentrate, especially with the way Taehyun continues to linger behind you, able to feel his warmth due to how close he isâ and you glance over your shoulder, scanning him up and down before youâre turning back to your vanity, âis there something else I can help you with?âÂ
âYou didnât answer my question.â
âWhat, the whole why are you dressed like that thing? Are you seriously expecting an answer to that?â you ask, putting your mascara away as you move to your lips instead, âItâs nothing new, I donât know why youâre so fixated on that right now.â
âNothing new?â Taehyun repeats, and through the reflection of the mirror, youâre able to catch the way he frowns in disbelief and scans you once more. âYou never dress like this for house parties.âÂ
âHmm,â you hum softly, doing your final touch ups before youâre standing abruptly, spinning around to face Taehyun with a pout, âitâs the skirt right? Itâs throwing the whole thing off.âÂ
Taehyun watches as you push past him and head straight to your closet; glancing over your shoulder and nodding at him to sit on your bed, turning back around before you can catch the way he hesitantly follows your commandâ and youâre turning back around with three more garments in your hand, each option smaller than the one beforeâ the sight has his brows jumping briefly.Â
âI was thinking this one at firstâ I think the darker denim is cuter though, like this one,â you press each skirt to your waist, peeking at yourself in your body length mirror before you switch to the next option; again, youâre pouting and shaking your head, throwing the first two options aside before youâre turning around to show Taehyun the last option proudly.Â
âBut actually, I think this one is the oneâ look at the pockets, theyâre sooo cute,â you smile, flipping the garment over to show himâ and indeed, theyâre blinged out and sparkly, just like the rest of you; you hold it against your waist, checking yourself out in the mirror with satisfaction.Â
âThatâ that barely covers you.â
âSo?â you effortlessly reply, tilting your head and meeting Taehyunâs gaze through the mirror; dramatically, you gasp, mouth falling open and brows rising as you proceed to blatantly mock him, âOh, is this too scandalous for you? Sorry, I forget youâre a bit more⌠reserved. Itâs okay, you donât have to stay in here if it makes you uncomfortable.â
Youâre biting your tongue as you listen to Taehyun sputter behind you in confusion; through the corner of your eye, youâre able to watch as his brows knit together, leaning forward and tilting his head as he struggles to find a response.Â
âWhere the hell did you get that from?â
âOh,â you trail off, tsking awkwardly and amping up your dramatics as you pauseâ Looking over your shoulder, you meet Taehyunâs prying gaze, returning it with a faux apologetic smile. âYâknoww⌠Yeonjun told me. About you.â
If anything, that only serves to confuse Taehyun even moreâ and worry him, if the way he stares off into space, visibly deep in thought, serves as any indicator.Â
âWhat did he tell you,â Taehyun mutters, the question more directed to himself as he racks his mind for possible answersâ but you beat him to it, continuing your efforts to keep a poker face as you shrug innocently.Â
âJust⌠about you. Relationships, experienceâŚâ and youâre turning your back to him, muttering the last part and taking in the way Taehyun leans forward even more to catch what slips out your mouth, âor, lack thereof.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âWe were talking about our own stuff and you kinda just came up in the conversation randomly!â you say defensively, âItâs nothing to be ashamed of! Itâs okay to shy away from⌠this lifestyle, or whatever you like to call itâ thereâs nothing wrong with being your little introverted self, tyunnie.âÂ
Youâre provoking himâ youâre setting up quite the bait, and itâs working, because Taehyun can only find himself able to gawk at you in disbelief, mouth parted slightly in wonder of it allâ your cute nickname flies over his head in favor of processing the fact that you basically just called him a homebody. A virgin.Â
Just when Taehyun thinks heâs found the words to respond to such an outlandish accusation, your phone dings with a notificationâ youâre all but bouncing over to it excitedly, hovering over the device and letting out a soft ah! In excitementâ sending Taehyun a pleading smile, heâs already able to guess what youâll ask of him.Â
âJunieâs here! Can you please please please go answer the door for me? I need to change.â you watch Taehyun hesitate for a moment; he then nods reluctantly, getting up slowly before he trudges out of your room, your words still bouncing around the walls of his mind as you shut the door and yell out a cute thank you! As you do.Â
Taehyun opens the front door to find an equally flashy Yeonjun on the other sideâ the sight of his over the top outfit is enough to catch Taehyun off guard and have all his thoughts tumbling out of his mouth without restraint.Â
âDid you tell her I was a virgin?â
Yeonjunâs brows jump up in disbeliefâ heâs halting mid step through the doorway, sending Taehyun a confused look before he steps inside and closes the door behind himâ looking at his friend for further explanation, Yeonjun is only met with Taehyun crossing his arms with an expectant look.Â
âDude. What the hell are you on about.â
âWhy is ___ acting like Iâm a total prudeâ saying you told her I was inexperienced,â Taehyun isnât exactly sure why tonightâs comment was what set him offâ youâve been like this for as long as he could remember, always portraying Taehyun as someone pure, innocent, and stuck-upâ he always thought you were joking, but as it turns out, that might not be the case.Â
âOhâ sheâs probably not being serious, donât worry,â Yeonjun shrugs, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, craning his neck to try and get a glance down the hallway, seeing if youâre finally readyâ youâre nowhere to be seen, and Yeonjun sighs impatiently.
âOkay, but what did you say to her?â Taehyun presses on, eyes narrowing at the sight of Yeonjun pressing his lips together hesitantly, âYeonjun.â
âI just said that itâs⌠rare to ever see you get interested in anyone,â Yeonjun pouts, but Taehyun can tell thatâs not the full truthâ Yeonjun caves in after a moment, gulping softly and lowering his voice to nothing but a murmur, âand that she should stop flirting with you, cause you wouldnât even know how to handle all that.â
âYou what?!â
âYeonjunnie, what do you think?â your voice is sweet and lilted as you finally come out of your room, interrupting Taehyunâs heated outburst with your jingling jewelryâ the two men are turning over to you, Taehyun too busy taking in your appearance to notice Yeonjun sighing in relief at your well-timed interruption.Â
âSo?â you ask, doing a cute spin that has Taehyunâs eyes widening and his hands clenchingâ yeah, that skirt was practically a belt, your pretty skin lotioned up and shining under the lights, the spin only allowing him to get a perfect whiff of your addicting scent, âYâthink I can get Jakeâs attention with this?â
The name has Taehyun frowning before he can even process itâ behind him, Yeonjun whistles at your dolled-up self, doing a once over as he proceeds to hype you up.Â
âAre you kidding? Iâm gonna have to fend you off from everyone in that place,â he says, reaching out for your hand and grinning at the way you giggle and take it, your fingers interlacing naturally, âheâs gonna be all over you.âÂ
âJake? You canât actually be attracted to that douchebag,â Taehyun frowns, watching the way your expression immediately drops at his comment.
âI am, actually. Itâs nothing serious, just a hook up at most,â you roll your eyes, voice turning undeniably bitter as you bend down to slip on your shoes, the sight of your panties peeking out from the skirt, tucked neatly between your thighs not lost on Taehyun, âPlus, I heard he really knows how to treat a woman.â
Taehyunâs gaze snaps up to meet Yeonjunâs; his glare is lethal enough to kill, and the recipient can only shrug sheepishly in return.Â
âSleep well Taehyun,â you remark, clearly poking fun at the fact that Taehyun usually sleeps much earlier than you, never failing to call him a grandpa for it, (which is ridiculous, considering that you barely sleep.) âYou donât have to worry about meâ probably wonât be home tonight.â
Youâre closing the door and dragging Yeonjun with you before Taehyun can respond, probably off to pregame outside while you wait for your uber; heâs left staring at the spot you just stood at, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in angerâ a minute goes by, and something decidedly shifts within Taehyun.Â
Heâs gotta do something about this image you have of him. He should probably fix that attitude of yours too, while heâs at it.Â
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âWhere the hell is he?â itâs something you seem to have asked for the umpteenth time tonight, leaning against the wall and pouting at your friend while you stand in line for the bathroomâ youâve been at the party for a solid hour now, and you still have yet to see Jake around. And to think, he was the one who invited you to his place in the first place. How rude.Â
âI told you not to give him a chance!â Yeonjun yells, leaning in closer so you can actually hear him through the booming music and the crowds of people singing along to whateverâs blasting from the living room, âthis party fucking sucks, too.â
You can only exaggerate your pout further with a petulant humph. Your body slouches and you can already feel your heart getting heavy with disappointment, unable to refute the way your best friend proceeds to mutter something about Jake probably being too busy sucking off another girlâs face in a random room of the house.Â
âYou never gave in to his advancesâ you said he was a man-whore,â Yeonjun continues to recall, wincing at the sight of two random girls rushing past him and to the front of the line, carrying their clearly shit-faced friend and screaming about how sheâs going to throw up all overâ the two of you cringe, exchanging a glance and mutually agreeing that you two can hold it a little more; you slowly trudge your way back to where everyone else is. âWhat changed? Whyâd you give in?âÂ
You scoff, lips upturned with distaste as you send your friend a glareâ the wound still as fresh as ever, voice dripping with venom as you lean close to Yeonjunâs ear so he can actually hear you.Â
âJunnie, you know why!â you whine, smacking his shoulder and ignoring the way he childishly yelps, âIâve officially decided to move onâ I canât stand flirting with a brick wall anymore, I need to⌠need toâŚâÂ
Youâre trailing off, gaze wandering off to a foreign point, Yeonjunâs brows furrowing before he begins to follow your line of sightâ and just like you, Yeonjun remains speechless, the unexpected sight leaving your jaws gaping.Â
âThis canât be real.âÂ
But it is. The way Taehyun is currently leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand and coy smile on his face as he talks to some random girl, is very real. You can recognize that man anywhereâ even in this crowded room of dancing and jumping bodies, your eyes still remain glued to him.Â
But, the more you look at him, the more you realize somethingâ he looks⌠different. Itâs subtle, but itâs still there; the mischievous glint in his eyes, his relaxed posture and the hair that falls into his eyes, he has a confident, sly air to him youâve never seen beforeâ the girl leans up on her tippy-toes to whisper something in his ear, a hand on his shoulder to get stabilized, and the two laugh; your mind is too preoccupied with the way her hand lingers, the way Taehyun tilts his head in amusement, to realize the frown that has pulled your face together.Â
Taehyun brings the can of beer in his hand to his lipsâ he turns his head, and his eyes find yours effortlessly.Â
âHe actually came,â Yeonjun awes beside you, and thatâs enough to have your head whipping toward him, trying to ignore the way your face burns at the sudden eye contact, still able to feel his eyes linger on you for a moment after.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Did you give him the address?â you say, your voice whiny as you speak, surprised to find that youâre not exactly sure how to feel at his sudden appearanceâ torn between the sudden interest he piqued within you and the disappointment that festeres in your stomach, knowing that now that Taehyun is here, you wonât think twice to give anyone else any attention.Â
âHmm? No, he was invited,â Yeonjun says, glancing back to where Taehyun is, looking back to find your confused expression, âhim and Jake go way back.â
Youâre kidding.Â
âNope. Those two were fucking menaces,â Yeonjun laughsâ it seems as though the words mustâve slipped out of your mouth, the shock painted on your face more amusing to your friend than anything, âthey used to host the craziest partiesâ now that I think about it though, that was probably all Taehyunâs work.â
âWait⌠donât tell me thatâŚâ you glance over to where Taehyun remains, then glance back at Yeonjun, reading his expression carefully and gasping, âwas Jake Taehyunâs old roommate?â
Yeonjun nods, as though the news wasnât earth-shattering to you.Â
âAfter a while, I guess Taehyun just didnât feel like keeping up with the fast life⌠I donât blame him though.â Yeonjun shrugs, his eyes beginning to drift behind you, drawing you to turn around at the sound of the crowd on the dance floor cheering and yelling obnoxiously�� and sure enough, Jake can be seen in the middle of a circle, flashlights of phone cameras recording lighting him up clear as dayâ you wince at the sight of a random girl dancing up on him, the sight leaving you to shudder and wonder why you were even gonna give him the time of day.
Ah, right.
âI canât believe I was about to rebound on him with an old friend,â you breathe out, bristling at the sound of Yeonjunâs laughter, whipping your head around to send him a harsh glare, âand you were going to let me!âÂ
Yeonjun raises his hands up defensively.Â
âHey, I was just being a good friend,â he says, but with the way he smiles mischievously, you donât buy it a bit. âI support womenâs wrongs, or whatever.âÂ
âYou prick,â you mutter miserably, gaze inevitably wandering back to where Taehyun remains; frowning at them now being visibly closer, Taehyunâs hand resting leisurely on the girlâs waist as they talk.Â
And again, his eyes flicker back to meet yours.
âYou know, heâs only here for you,â Yeonjun murmurs in your ear, watching your interactions like a spectacle, âhe doesnât care about that girlâ probably just trying to get you jealous.â
âStop lying,â you say, but your voice is weak and your brain is susceptible to his words; you tell him to shut up, but the way you perk up with interest is saying otherwise.Â
âIf Iâm lying, then why is he giving you fuck me eyes?âÂ
As if on queue, Taehyun glances back againâ his gaze is dark and inviting, scanning you slowly before he turns back to the unknown girlâ and his eyes soften; theyâre less intense, aloof, clearly uninterested. The final piece of your resolve crumbles to pieces.
âI think Iâm about to do something stupid,â you say sheepishly, eyes still glued on the man across the room; beside you, Yeonjun chuckles.
âDo it,â he says, giving your back an encouraging push, sending you stumbling forward, âI support it.â
You donât bother looking back at your friend for one last word of reassuranceâ your feet have begun to take you before you could even stop and think.Â
Youâre pushing through bodies; itâs crowded and hot and sweaty, cringing and jumping at the feeling of hands brushing against your bare skinâ whether it be intentional or not, you try not to dwell on it, honed in on your goal instead.
It takes a moment for you to finally find yourself on the other side of the crowdâ but youâve lost Taehyun, eyes darting back to where he was just a second ago, frowning and scanning the area for the familiar manâ heâs nowhere to be found.Â
Youâve begun to wander aroundâ exploring the layout carefully, eventually abandoning the living room and making your way into the kitchen insteadâ and like before, youâre unable to find Taehyun, growing increasingly frustrated the longer it takes to find him; it isnât until youâre making your way to the back porch that you finally spot a familiar, broad frame leaning against the railing.Â
âTaehyun,â you call out, the said man not flinching at the sound of his name; his back remains turned to you, but he listens to the sound of your nearing footsteps and your jingling jewelry, the scent of your perfume following soon after; youâre standing behind him, hands undoubtedly on your hips and a pout on your face as you speak. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
He huffs out a soft chuckleâ his relaxed, slouched posture only serves to annoy you, going to stand next to him so you can get a good look at his faceâ you try to hide the shock thatâs blooming on your face, but then again, youâve never been good at hiding your emotions.Â
Taehyun cracks a small, lopsided smile; your eyes are wide and you seem like a deer caught in headlights, watching with fascination as Taehyun continues his attempts to light up the joint caught in his lipsâ your mouth is falling open to say something, but youâre closing it immediately after; this proceeds to repeat for a few seconds more, only able to find your words once youâve watched Taehyun take a relaxed, languid hit.Â
âYou⌠you smoke?â you ask softly, unsure of what else to say as you stand staring at Taehyun dumblyâ he raises a brow in amusement, pulling the joint away from his lips and turning to blow the smoke out into the nightâ itâs a slow, deep sigh, and youâre left in awe as you watch the smoke fall from his parted lips and disappear into the air; his eyes fall back on you, and you gulp.Â
âYeah?â he says casually, turning so that heâs leaning his side against the railing, tilting his head and drinking up your every reaction eagerly. âWhat about it?âÂ
Now that youâre before him, youâre finally able to get a proper look at Taehyunâ a good look, unable to stop your eyes from wandering; heâs wearing that usual baggy tee and cargo pants combo that heâs so fond of, but even so, everything just feels so different; his undercut is styled cleanly, his nimble fingers glint with the aid of silver rings, a chain hanging from his neck to matchâ his tan skin glows under the single light placed on the porch and fuck, has he always smelled this good?
âNothing, itâs justââ you stop yourself, biting your lip and thinking carefully over what to say; Taehyun quirks up a brow curiously, bringing his hand back up to his lips, taking another slow drag from the joint, watching the end light up before he pulls awayâ and you huff, hands gesturing hopelessly as you find yourself unable to properly articulate your thoughts, not when heâs staring at you so intensely, âWhere did all⌠this, come from?â
Taehyun doesnât answer; he simply stares at you with amused eyes. So, you continue.
âYouâre always judging me for going to parties, now youâre here? Andââ you stammer, pointing at the joint between his fingers in confusion, âIâve always asked if you wanted to smoke together, and you always said no.âÂ
Gently, your voice trails offâ and suddenly, any confidence you had when you initially approached Taehyun is wilting, your gaze averting as you begin to recount his behavior, his words, everything.
âDo you hate me or something?âÂ
Your words are accusatory and petulant; the question is meant to be lighthearted, but Taehyun can tell there is some genuineness to it.Â
Itâs silent; youâre tense. Your gaze remains glued to some distant irrelevant point, finding yourself too nervous to look up at Taehyunâs reaction to your sudden outburstâ but nothing happens. Seconds feel like hours, and after what feels like eternity, a hand is gently reaching to tilt your chin up; your gaze meets Taehyunâs, and he smilesâ his other hand slowly comes up your face, the joint centimeters away from your lips.Â
âWanna hit?â
His evasion to your question is not lost on you. Bitterly, you chuckle, reaching up to take the joint from himâ but heâs pulling it away from you before you can grab it, tutting softly and placing it back at your lips; you reach for it again, but this time, Taehyun grabs your wrist to stop you. He taps the joint against your lips and raises his brows expectantlyâ what heâs asking of you finally clicks in your mind; your lips part, and he holds the joint for you as you inhale.Â
Taehyun watches you with dark, intent eyesâ as though analyzing every move you make, from the way you lean your head forward to the way your eyes flicker up nervously to look up at himâ your face is oddly innocent and shy, feeling a lot smaller under the manâs gaze as you finally pull away; youâre exhaling slowly, your mouth slightly bitter from the taste as your swallow nervously.Â
âSo? Are you just gonna ignore all my questions?â you ask softly, suddenly feeling a lot weaker as you lean on the railing, crossing your arms and watching Taehyun bring the joint back to his lipsâ the edges of his mouth quirk up at the sticky feeling of your lip gloss that lingers on it.Â
âWell⌠first of all⌠Iâve been like this, you just met me during the time I decided to back off and change my ways,â Taehyun jokes, the joint still caught between his lips as he speaks, hanging precariously, âand second of all, I definitely donât hate you.âÂ
âYou donât?â you ask hopefully, doe eyes lighting up and your hand subconsciously reaching out to ask for the joint; he chuckles and hands it to you, shaking his head and watching you take a long hit with a raised brow.
âNo. Youâre just annoying,â he mutters, watching the way you bristle with annoyance, âwhat? Itâs true. You drive me crazy, always forcing me to take care of your reckless ass.â
âSeriously? I literally donât do anything to youâ youâre the one who always decides to get involved,â you sneer, your snarky attitude finally back as you glare at an unfazed Taehyun; your eyes run over his appearance once more, unable to control your childish mouth as you continue, âeven nowâ you come here out of nowhere and suddenly youâre all badass.â
âAre you trying to prove me wrong? You gonna go find some girl to bring back to the apartment?â you pout at him, taking one last hit from the joint and smiling wickedly, âI wouldnât mind if you did, there wonât be anyone else home anywayâ I have the same plans as you tonight, remember?âÂ
Your back is suddenly pressed against the railing; Taehyun is close, heâs pressing against you, caging you in and looking down at you with a gaze that makes you feel smallâ your skin warms and your eyes widen, unsure of what else to do but stand there and take the way he smiles meanly at you.
âYeah? Where is Jake, anyway?â he asks, taking the joint from your hands and placing it between his own lips, hand steadying himself against the railing as the other suddenly lands on your bare thigh, just below your ass; you jolt at the feeling, his eyes flickering down at your outfit, at the tiny pieces that barely leave any room to the imagination; his skin is warm but his rings are cool against you, fingertips barely digging into the flesh, âor waitâ is it not your turn yet?âÂ
Your body flushes with an unexpected heat; his voice is downright degrading, his eyes filled with pity, telling you things that his mouth doesnât have toâ look at you, all dressed up for a man who hasnât even looked your way tonight.Â
He looks at you as though you were nothing short of pathetic; it makes your knees feel weak and your stomach flip with an unexpected need.Â
âJake isnât worth my time,â you confess, watching as Taehyun raises his brows as though to say oh really? âI can easily find someone better than him.â
âYou could,â he muses, voice mocking and coy, taking another small hit before he speaks, âbut who?â
âIâ Iâm sure there are plenty of other guys here right now,â you breath out, heart thundering in your chest; Taehyunâs face is close, so close, your bodies slowly beginning to get firmly pressed togetherâ your brain is starting to feel foggy, your limbs suddenly much heavier and tingly; your eyes feel heavy and youâre beginning to list off names absentmindedly, all of men who you spotted in the party, all with a reputation as equally notorious as Jakeâs.Â
âHeesungâs in there⌠and Sunghoon⌠andâŚâ Taehyun is giving a big nod to every name you list; heâs patronizing you, staring at you with deceivingly big puppy eyes as he hums a soft mmhmm, and who else? His eyes never leaving yours as you both try to pretend that you donât notice his lips inching closer to yours, the way every exhale of smoke from him goes directly into your parted lips, your voice breathy and weak as you hold back a whimper that threatens to slip through, âAnd⌠fuck, and Beomgyuâs in there too⌠he wanted to come to the party together, yâknow. Said we should go to his place after.â
âHmm, youâve got quite a few options lined up,â Taehyun hums, his voice sweet and light to your ears, a shuddered sigh leaving you as his hand squeezes your skin teasingly, caressing it softly and wandering up and down, up and down; he tilts his head, low lidded eyes glued to your lips as he murmurs the last part so softly you almost missed it, âbut would any of them be able to fuck you right?â
Your mind reels; your chest is heaving with shallow breaths, the two of you stuck in a state of limbo as you feel yourself get lost in the feeling of him, unaware of the way your eyes have begun to gloss over, your hand reaching out to steady yourself on his bicepâ your fingers wrap around the thick muscle, and his hand slides up your leg, bold and strong as he squeezes your assâ a soft whine slips out.Â
âWell?â he asks again, unable to hold back a lethargic, fond smile at the way your other hand reaches up for the joint thatâs still between his lips, putting it between your own, pretty glossed lips begging to be devouredâ after a second, you shake your head softly, turning your head to the side and sighing slowly; with your eyes averted, you finally decide to bite the bullet.Â
âNo,â you say softly, âdonât want any of them anyway.â
âThen who do you want?â he asks oh so softly, leaning in to place a soft kiss at your jaw; goosebumps erupt all over your skin, and you shudder at the way he hums softly in question, persisting after seeing you get hesitant to respondâ after what feels like forever, you turn to look at him; his low lidded eyes, his plump lipsâ and your nails dig into his bicep subconsciously.Â
âYou.â
Thereâs no chance for you to take back your words; Taehyunâs lips are rough and desperate against yours, all teeth and tongue as he groans at the feeling of your sticky gloss transferring onto him, your soft whines only aiding him to press himself more against you, to really cage you in and keep you right where he wants you. Heâs biting your lip teasingly, sneaking his tongue in and toying with you, feeling him smile lazily against your mouth, wandering hand continuing to caress your skin, fingertips venturing under the hem of your tight denim skirt.Â
After a while, it becomes too muchâ your body feels hot, your hand is gripping onto him tightly, as though he could escape if you let him goâ your lungs burn and youâre barely able to keep up with him anymore, but Taehyun doesnât seem to mind; youâre whining and crying softly at the way he continues to squeeze your ass teasingly, jolting at the way he suddenly slaps itâ your fingers jump up to tangle themselves into his roots, tugging roughly at them in hopes of getting him to part from you; he seems to understand what you want, but he continues to ravish you for a few seconds more before he finally pulls away.Â
In Taehyunâs eyes, this is the best youâve looked all night; out of breath and flushed, pressed between the railing and his body, his cock already half-hard as he wills himself to not rut against your soft exposed skin like an animalâ his hand leaves the railing to grab onto your waist, the other reaching for the joint that is still in your weak holdâ he inspects the half-smoked, almost extinguished item before he looks back at you; a small, mischievous grin spreads on his lips, and he slips a thigh between your legs.Â
âTaehyunâŚ!â you gasp, bouncing up as Taehyun presses the firm muscle against your poor dripping pussy; your panties stick to your cunt and quickly create a wet patch on Taehyunâs jeans, and he can already feel the warmth of you through the denimâ your thighs close around his own shakily, your free hand grabbing onto his shoulder for support; the glassy, wide eyed look you give him is almost enough to make Taehyun lose it and fuck you then and there.Â
âHmm? Whatâs up,â Taehyun asks apathetically, fishing in his pocket for his lighter, letting go of your waist to relight the joint with a dark, concentrated gaze; his thigh continues to move against you, flexing and bouncing against your cunt, and all you can do is cry softly and plead for him to stop teasingâ his lips quirk up into a mean smile, and his eyes flicker back up to your hazy, fucked out face, tucking the lighter back in his pocket and tilting his head curiously at you.Â
âWhat do you want, baby?â he asks softly, bringing the joint to his lips and taking a long, slow hit, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.Â
âPlease⌠please stop teasing,â you whine, and judging by the way Taehyun raises a brow at that, itâs not enough; his thigh has stopped moving, so you resort to grinding pitifully against it, eyes shining with a desperation that intrigues him, ânot enough⌠need more.â
He huffs; his hand comes up to grab your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing you to openâ you follow his command without a second thought, the last thing you see as your eyes flutter shut being Taehyun leaning in, his own mouth an inch away from yours as he exhales the smoke directly into your mouth.Â
âOh yeah? Want it?â he murmurs, feeling you nod in his hold, âtell me then. Tell me how you want it.â
âIâ IâŚâ words seem to have escaped you; itâs hard to find the confidence to tell him what you want, the world around you a blurry and lethargic mess, your senses heightened to only feel Taehyun, his skin on yours, his rings that dig into your cheek, his warm thigh that you grind againstâ peeking through your low lidded eyes, you watch him shake his head disappointedly, taking another hit and proceeding to blow out the smoke into your awaiting mouth once more.Â
âCâmon baby, use your words. I know you can,â he insists patiently, clicking his tongue and scolding you as you proceed to blank out once more; his fingertips dig into your cheeks roughly, blunt nails threatening to leave indents as he forces you to look at him.Â
âWant it rough? Want it hard?â he spits out, listening to your whiny mmhmm, mmhmm! with narrowed eyes, and he laughsâ itâs mean and condescending, just like his next words, âfucking slut, âcourse you do.â
Heâs capturing your lips in another harsh kiss before you can protest; the joint in his hand is snuffed out on the fence and tucked away, his hands falling onto your hips as he begins to press you firmly against him, guiding your pace entirely and forcing you to ride his thigh; you whine and you moan against his lips, fingers tugging at his hair as you grind your soaked cunt against his jeansâ when Taehyun pulls away, your lips chase his without a second thought, hands tightening your hold against him in fear that heâll leave.
âYou want it?â he asks once more, bouncing his thigh against your messy cunt, grinning at the way you yelp, âTell me baby, go on, say it; tell me you want it.âÂ
He wonât let you go quite easily this time. Sharp, intense eyes prying the words out of you, brows furrowing together at the weak, quiet attempts that come from you, fingers leaving a bruising grip on you as he silently commands for more.
âTaehyun, câmonâŚâ you pout, an embarrassed heat rising up your face, not used to seeing this side of himâ you didnât even know it existed, to be fair, âI want it, please, stop being a tease.â
Taehyun has you regretting your words in the blink of an eye; hand pressing the small of your back, forcing you to arch and proceeding to land a harsh smack on your ass that has you gasping, the skin stinging from the feeling of the rough metal of his rings landing on itâ but his hand doesnât fail to caress the place soothingly, a total contrast to the ruthless glare he gives you.
âA tease?â he sneers, landing another, gentler smack, as though the words are enough to get him angry all over again.
âYou mean like when you were showing off this cute little skirt to me? Hmmm? Bending down and showing me your panties? Or when you were talking about getting fucked by my friends?â he can feel you tremble against his hold, your mouth opening to retaliateâ but youâre not quick enough, Taehyunâs smart mouth running faster than yours, âOr how âbout when you force me to watch you run off to parties and bring a man over to your room, just to have me take care of you in the mornings? Is that what you mean by a tease?âÂ
You shake your head, scrambling to come up with a response; Taehyun seems to have gotten quite fed up with you, because his hand is coming up to wrap around your neck, adding a subtle pressure that leaves you light headed and mushy.
âWhat, canât talk now? What happened to that mouthy girl I had here earlier?â Taehyun says, his voice mean and dripping with venom, âtell me you want it, or Iâll leave you hereâ you said you had some other toys to fuck with inside, right? Iâm sure they could help give you what you want.â
âNo, no, please, I want it, need it,â you cry, attempting to chase any pleasure and grind your cunt against him; youâre quickly stopped by his firm, bruising hand, âTaehyun, Taehyun, please, please fuck me, I want you, please?â
âI donât know,â he mutters lowly, eyes glued to the way your hips buck and cant, trying desperately to break free from his hold that prevents you from moving, âthink you deserve it?â
âYes,â you immediately sigh, body restless and hot and overwhelmingly needy, feeling as though youâve gotten tunnel vision for the man before you; your hand slips from his shoulder and down his chest, finding the hardened bulge that has been pressing against your body with easeâ his jaw clenches, and his face remains stoicâ but that doesnât mean you donât notice the way his lips part or his hips press against your palm reassuringly, âyesâ give it to me, want it, only wanted you from the start.â
âFuck,â he breathes out, heavy eyes locked onto the way you look up at him so prettily, your hand palming and rubbing at his clothed cock only serving to cloud his thoughts further, âCâmon.âÂ
Heâs stealing one last slow, messy kiss from you before he pulls away; fingers intertwined with yours, stepping back and proceeding to tug you alongâ you stumble at the sudden action, your airy self giggling softly at the way you tumble into Taehyunâs broad back; he sends you a fond smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly before heâs opening the door to the house and leading you back inside.Â
It feels as though the whole environment of the party has changed; the neon lights, blasting music and humid air is a little more welcomed than it was before, unable to contain the dopey smile that grows on your face as you allow Taehyun to lead you wherever; you trust him.Â
âWhereverâ leads you to a bedroom upstairsâ Taehyun is slamming the door shut and grabbing your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the wall before you can even react; his face is inches from yours as he mutters a safeword for the two of you, waiting for you to nod and repeat it back before his lips are back on yoursâ but this time, he seems to want to take his time with you; plump, swollen lips beginning to trail along your jaw, wandering until heâs peppering kisses along your neck, teasing mouth nipping and sucking at your jaw until youâre holding onto his shoulders and begging for more.Â
Slowly, he begins to walk the two of you backwards; lips never leaving yours, hands caressing your skin and toying with the hem of your shirt as he sits down on the bed, making you stand between his legsâ pulling away, you put your hands on Taehyunâs firm shoulders, sighing shakily at the way he looks at you; as though he were holding back from devouring you entirely, a fondness that makes you weak in the knees undeniably there in his pupils.Â
âFuck, pretty girl, pretty body,â he breathes, leaning forward to pepper kisses wherever he canâ pushing your shirt up to expose your chest, burying his head in your tits and placing open mouthed kisses, biting teasingly at the flesh, chuckling at the feeling of you jolting and jutting your chest out, your body much more reactive and sensitiveâ and he trails down slowly, down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, lingering there for a bit as he kisses and sucks marks into the vast canvas; his hands trail up and down your sides, pulling you in every time you try to squirm away.Â
âWhat, you getting shy on me now?â he tuts, nipping at your side and listening to the squeal that escapes youâ his hands tighten and heâs forcing you forward, leaning back until heâs laying down and youâre straddling him precariously; your knees dig into the mattress and youâre trying your best to remain stable, but Taehyun doesnât seem to be satisfied yetâ you frown in confusion at the feeling of him trying to tug your hips up more, resisting the motion with a tilt of your head; Taehyun pouts.Â
âDonât be like that,â he groans, hands shifting from your hips to the back of your thighs, one cupping your ass and the other falling just belowâ and you yelp, Taehyunâs muscles flexing as he moves you up forcefully, much too strong for you to retaliate; youâre tumbling down, face burning and planting into the mattress as Taehyun shifts below youâ your dripping cunt hovering just above his face, skirt riding up and bunching at your hips, any whines of protests falling on deaf ears as he begins to press soft kisses on your inner thighs.Â
âTâTaehyun, wait, you donâtââ you stutter through moans, fingers gripping onto the sheets below you as you feel him beginning to trail up, your body revealing just how much you donât mean your words, âyou donât have toâ mmhâ!â
His hands are coming up to your middle, pulling and signaling for you to sit up; you do, partly from your own efforts but mostly from his, easily moving you as though you were nothing but a dollâ and your cunt is hovering over his face, hungry eyes flickering up to meet yoursâ he sees the hesitation on your face, the way youâre beginning to ramble once more, and he scoffs; the smack that lands on the back of your thigh is enough to get you to stop mid sentence.Â
âJust shut up and let me taste you,â he says sternly; his fingers dig into your hips and heâs tugging you down, sneering at the way you continue to hesitate, only allowing yourself to hover over himâ he bites at your inner thigh in retaliation, the sensitive feeling bringing out a cry from you, hips bucking and thighs squeezing around his head for a second, âCâmon baby, sit on my faceâ I can take it, you know I can.â
The hesitant hum you let out is enough for him; he rolls his eyes, and with a strength you forgot he possessed, he forces you to plant your cunt directly onto him.Â
It feels like a switch has flipped within him. Fuck, you think, your lips parted in a silent scream, a hand scrambling to tangle itself in his hair, fuck!Â
He hasnât even bothered to move your panties to the side; heâs eating you out through them, tongue pushing into your hole and lips kissing and sucking at your clit like a man starved, groaning and praising you with a muffled voice; his fingers dig into your ass, making sure to keep you planted firmly on his face as he eats you out.
You think youâre losing your fucking mind.Â
Just when you thought it was too much, that your body felt like it was buzzing with electricity, filled with a euphoria and pleasure that had you mewling and crying desperately, Taehyunâs nimble fingers finally push the ruined cloth that covers your pussy to the sideâ and oh, oh, your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is stuck open, Taehyunâs hot tongue lapping and fucking into your hole and his nose pressing firmly into your clitâ heâs panting and sighing against your cunt, slurping up any arousal that leaks from your poor holeâ his head shakes from side to side, humming into your pussy, and the last bit of resolve within you shatters.Â
âTaehyunâ oh my god, Taehyunâ!â you cry, hips grinding down into him, thighs closing around his head; you can feel him fucking smiling lazily into your pussy, rough hand slapping your ass and guiding your movements against him, as though to silently reassure you and ask for more. âPleaseâ oh god, ohâ fuckfuckfuck, mâclose, Iâm close, hnngâ!âÂ
Your words are nothing but fuel to the man beneath youâ his tongue is flattening against your hole, licking up and flicking at your clit before he begins to suck on it; two fingers prod at your clenching entrance, proceeding to push in without warning, curling expertly and finding your sweet spot with ease; your body shivers and you wail, muscles growing weak as you fall forward once moreâ burying your head in your arms as you cry about how close you are, the new position only allowing Taehyun to move your hips firmly against him, rocking you back into him; his fingers pull out of your cunt in favor of shoving his tongue back in instead, following every buck and twitch of your hips with easeâ his nails dig into your skin as he holds you still, eliciting a dull feeling of pain, and everything falls apart.Â
Too much, too much! you thinkâ maybe you say it out loud, your mouth open and gasping as you grip onto the bed sheets, feeling as Taehyun continues his same, intense ministrations; letting you ride out your orgasm but not stopping, even after youâve begun to sniffle and cry about how sensitive you feelâ after a while, Taehyun finally gives in, pulling away from your cunt to lick you clean, pressing firm, sloppy kisses against your hole and puffy clit, smiling at the way you twitch with each one.Â
You feel as though your bones have all melted; you canât move, face burrowed into the mattress and chest heaving as you try to catch your breathâ beneath you, Taehyun moves, slipping out from under you and hovering behind, hungry eyes taking in the sight before him eagerly; ass up and back arched, glistening hole on display as you continue to shudder and breathe shakilyâ you hear the sound of clothes rustling behind you, followed by the feeling of the bed dippingâ Taehyunâs hand rubs at your ass fondly, and you jump at the sudden sensation, eyes screwing shut and a quiet whine leaving you. Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â Taehyun sighs, biting at his lip and stroking your skin, up your back and to your shoulders, leaning over and kissing gently at the nape of your neck as he whispers, âthink you can take more?âÂ
âYesâ yeah, please,â you beg quietly, unable to feel an ounce of shame from how immediate your response is; you can feel his cock rubbing against your ass, the stickiness of his tip that ruts against you subtlyâ you look over your shoulder with a hazy eyes and a soft, blissful smile, meeting Taehyunâs equally fucked out gaze as you push your hips back, âwanna feel you insideâ Iâm on the pill.âÂ
The sharp breath of air Taehyun sucks in isnât lost on youâ his cock jumps from the way you grind against him, no longer able to keep up that cold and uninterested facade heâs kept up since the moment you two met up for the first timeâ he wants you, bad. And to his delight, you seem to feel the same.Â
âJesus, you drive me so fucking crazy,â Taehyun breathes, the soft giggle you let out not helping him remain calm; he sits back, a hand grabbing at your waist and the other wrapping around his lengthâ heâs squeezing the base, pumping at it slowly, the gruff sighs and moans you hear behind you enough to have you clenching around nothingâ just when you think youâll have to beg again, you feel his thick tip begin to prod at your entrance.Â
You think you could cum from the feeling of him stretching you out aloneâ a broken moan leaves you at the feeling of him entering inside you, so thick and big that you think he might just break you; your head drops back into the mattress and your hips are pulled back against Taehyunâs, soft cries leaving you at the feeling of him bottomed out inside you.Â
âP-perfect, so⌠damn perfect,â Taehyun rasps out, head falling back and eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you clenching around himâ youâre so tight and sensitive, walls fluttering around him and sucking him in, tempting him to lose control and pound you straight into the mattress; he has to take a deep breath and concentrate on not cumming then and there, because the way youâre beginning to whine for more like a cockhungry bitch is really getting to him, âshitâ stopâ ughâ stop squeezing me like that princess, wonât fucking last long if you do.â
You can only whine in protest at that; itâs so hard to remain still, your hazy mind already fucked out beyond belief from your first orgasmâ but even so, you still want more, you crave it, you need it; you make sure that Taehyun is aware of it, too, whiny and breathy as you cry and cry for him to fuck you.Â
âTyun, come on,â you pout, impatiently moving your hips back, in search of any stimulation you can get, âplease, wanna get fucked already, want it hard, donât tell me that was all talk earlier.â
If thereâs one thing youâve figured out about Taehyun, itâs that he hates when you try to act up on himâ because as he tightens his fingers into your plush skin and slowly begins to pull his hips out, you realize quickly that heâs most definitely not all talk.Â
âAhâ!âÂ
Your body is being driven forward with each thrustâ Taehyun is fucking you hard, muttering angry words that you canât even pick up over the sound of your own moans; his cock is thick and his hips are angled so his head bumps against your sensitive spot with each thrust, harsh pace not allowing you any reprieve as you simply fall limp, unable to move your hips back in tandem with his pace; if anything, Taehyun is doing it for you, rough hands bringing you back against him like itâs nothing.Â
âFucking slutâ got such a dirty mouth, should make sure you to fuck you good so you canât talk back to me,â he growls, feeling you clench like a vice around him, even more when he stops thrusting in favor of pulling you back like a doll for him to use, âOh, youâd like that huh? Like it when I use you like a toy? Stupid pussyâs nothing more than a fucking cumdump for meâ yeah, câmon, move your hips, thaatâs it, just like that.âÂ
His mouth continues to spew filth, a stark contrast to how Taehyun usually isâ heâs always been quieter during sex, but the sight of you trembling and struggling to take his cock is enough for his mouth to run faster than his mindâ that, and the aid of his high that seems to have gotten rid of any self-control he usually exhibits.Â
Your movements have become sluggish and weakâ youâre getting tired, he can tell, so with one last slap to your ass that has you yelping, he finally decides to take control again.Â
âGod, canât even fuck me for more than a few minutes? Whereâd that cocky girl from before go, hmm?â He asks, voice patronizing as he begins his harsh thrustsâ only pulling out halfway before heâs sinking in all the way, hips slapping against your ass creating a lewd sound; your cunt only tightens and gushes around him, hiccupped moans leaving you as he picks up his pace, watching as your arms give out beneath you and your face gets planted into the mattress; he huffs out a laugh, and reaches out to grab a fistful of your hairâ yanking your head back, you yelp, left to his mercy as he begins to pound into your ruthlessly.Â
âTaehyun, waitâ slow downâŚ!â you cry, scratching at the bed sheets and feeling tears prick at your eyesâ and he does, for a second, waiting for you to say something else, for the safeword you both agreed onâ but you donât, and the laugh he lets out after catching on is enough to have your face burning with humiliationâ and his pace picks back upâ no, heâs meaner than before, degrading you below his breath and pulling at your hair, pulling you back against him, a hand sneaking down to place sloppy circles at your clitâ youâre keening and clenching like a vice around him, a sharp hiss leaving him at the feeling.Â
âMmmh, too⌠too much,â you manage to say softly, immediately given another harsh tug at your hair in response, your eyes watering at the feeling.Â
âToo much?â Taehyun repeats, and you can practically hear the pout on his lips from the patronizing tone, âthought you wanted it hard? Donât tell me it was all talk.â
Heâs spitting your exact words back at you, watching with amusement as you try weakly to prove him wrong.Â
âThatâs right. Youâll take it like a good girl should,â he grunts, slowing his pace down and punctuating his words with rough, deep thrusts, âFucking. Take it. All.âÂ
Youâre close, he can feel it, he can hear itâ and the thought of watching your pretty face screw up into pleasure and bliss is enough to send Taehyunâs mind reeling, not hesitating to pull out and let go of your bodyâ his lips quirk up with satisfaction at the way youâre immediately falling limp, fucked out face peeking behind in confusion, about to complain about why he stopped when he begins to move you.Â
It feels dizzying, the way heâs able to manipulate you and force you into any position he likes; youâre sure Taehyun can read it all over your face, because he smiles meanly at you, patting your cheek fondly before he begins to busy himself with your clothes.Â
âDonât think I never noticed you staring, pretty,â he grins, tugging your skirt and panties down swiftly, eying the soiled underwear before he throws it off to the side, landing directly on his discarded pile of clothesâ and he sends you another sleazy smile that has you bringing your knees up and closing your legs shylyâ itâs all futile though, because heâs immediately kneeling before you and spreading your thighs open with his warm, large hands, holding onto the underside of your knees as he scoots closer to you, âalways getting so touchy with me, grabbing onto my arms and thighsâ dumb little thing, bet you thought you were getting away with it each time, hmm?â
âShut up,â you whine, resisting the urge to cover your face and hide awayâ but you really canât, especially with the way his thick cock ruts against your pussy, tip sliding up and down your slit as he teases you by putting it in, only to pull back out again, âTaehyunâŚâ
âCâmon, grab onto me,â he muses, slipping the tip in once more before he begins to slide in slowly, watching your mouth fall open and your eyes grow glassy, âwanna watch you cum on my cock.â
This new position practically has you seeing starsâ Taehyun hovers over you and watches intently, chain hanging over your face as he presses your thighs against your body, fucking you straight into the mattress; you tremble and you gasp, a fire festering in your stomach as you beg for moreâ âm-more, please, faster, harder, s-shitâ!â
Taehyun listens to your every request intentlyâ his stamina is impressive and ruthless, and his cock is reaching and hitting places you never knew were thereâ your back arches and your hands scramble to grab onto something to stabilize yourself, inevitably falling onto Taehyunâs body in the end; one on his shoulder, the other on his bicep that flexes from the effort of keeping your squirming body still.Â
âSo⌠fucking⌠pretty,â Taehyun groans, watching your chest heave and your eyes blink away tears, leaning down to suck and bite at your breast, frowning at the bra that still covers themâ throwing a leg over his shoulder, Taehyun pulls your bra up roughly, hips continuing to pound against yours as he latches his mouth onto your pretty nipplesâ you gasp, nails digging into his skin as you begin to cry to him, good, s-so good, fuck!Â
âShit, Iâm close,â he says after a moment, pulling off your breasts with a lewd pop! That has your eyes rolling back; he moves up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, murmuring your name sweetly and waiting for you to respond. âIâm close baby, soâ so fucking closeâ whereâ hah, where do you want it?â
âInside,â you immediately mewl, hearing him groan unabashedly in response, âPlease, pleasepleaseplease, inside, insideâ! Fill me, want your cum, wanna be fullâ!â
âOkay baby, okay,â he says sweetly, kissing at your neck and wandering up to your ear, âgonna fill you up good, just like you want.â
âOh, are you close too?â he asks, and you nod furiously, watching as he goes back to hover over you, watching every change in your expression intently, âI can feel it, pretty cuntâs squeezing me so goodâ câmon, cum for me baby, wanna see it, wanna watch your pretty face, will you let me? Yeah, only for me to seeâ gonna cum, fuck, make you mine, youâre mine only, okay?â
His words are enough to send you over the edge; you let out a long whine and scratch at his skin, crying out his name desperately as your nails rake down his back, down his arm; he hisses at the feeling, the pain enough to set him off and join you right after; his hips stutter and his face screws up from the pleasure, brows knitting together and teeth gritting together as he lets out soft moansâ but his eyes never leave yours, deft fingers circling your clit as he lets you ride out your orgasmâ your legs tremble under his hold, eyes rolling back and face smoothing out from the pure euphoria you feel.
âYours⌠just yours,â you sigh out, feeling his hips finally still, thick cum beginning to leak out from you, falling onto the sheets and ruining them completely; you pant and try to regain composure, but itâs really, really hardâ you feel like youâre on cloud nine, words tumbling past your lips before you can second guess them, âyâhave no idea how long Iâve been waiting to hear that.â
âReally?â he asks; the panic you feel in your chest is short-lived, because as soon as you see the soft look in Taehyunâs eyes, you melt.Â
âYeahâŚâ you say softly, suddenly a lot more shy under his gaze, âthis was like. Attempt number one hundred of me trying to get over you. Or make you jealous.â
âHmm⌠well, you donât have to do that anymore. Iâm all yours,â he mumbles, swooping in to steal a slow kiss from you; you canât control the giddy laugh that leaves you at that, lazy hands tangling into his hair to keep him close.Â
âGood,â you murmur against his lips, âI was running out of guys to use against you.â
His hand squeezes at your hip in warningâ you smile coyly.Â
âJoking, of course.âÂ
Nipping at your lip, Taehyun sends you a half-hearted glare.Â
âYou better be.âÂ
You give him a giddy nod; after tonight, it wasnât like anyone would be able to compare to him, anyway. Shifting underneath him, you wince at the feeling of your sweaty body rubbing against the sheetsâ Taehyun is able to read your face before you can get anything out.
âWanna go home?â he asks softly.Â
âPlease,â you say, giving him a shy smile that has his heart flipping pathetically, âwill you carry me?âÂ
He laughs, placing a chaste kiss on your lips and sneaking his arms under your figure.Â
âAlways.âÂ
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Clubbing Much to Logan's Distaste:
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Pairings: (DP3 Vers.) Logan Howlett x Reader
Summary: Vanessa convinced you to go clubbing with her, claiming that there's 'too much testosterone in that damned apartment.' Logan hadn't realized you two were clubbing until Wade, laughing, shows him a photo of you. Well, Logan greatly dislikes that photo and hunts you down. Vanessa takes advantage of how jealous Logan can get.
Warnings: Heavy drinking, body shots mentioned, age g4p, younger reader (like 21), slight woman on woman (vanessa making logan jealous), angry logan, argument, grinding, drunk reader, sexual themes. 18+, minors don't interact.
Genre: Angst, Slight smut.
Word Count: 1,798
A/N: I've really been wanting to explore various themes, and it's about time I branched into thirsty Logan turf! Feel free to leave feedback, I love knowing what could be improved!
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Vanessa and you swayed on the dance floor, moving to the song 'Nasty Dog' by Sir-Mix-Alot. The club was packed with various sorts of people, all of which you found yourself dancing against as the night progressed. Shot after shot, you found yourself regretting the dress you wore. It was a black off the shoulder, long sleeve dress with a short skirt. As you swayed and danced, grinding your back up against a man you hadn't met before he bought you a shot, you glanced towards Vanessa who was taking a selfie.
"Say cheese!" She announced to you, moving to catch you in the frame. You and the man you moved against.
Wade and Logan found themselves alone in the apartment. It was odd to Logan, he had grown used to you and Wade dancing to suggestive music like 'Goodies' by Ciara in the living room. Tonight was different. You and Vanessa weren't here, and he was alone with Wade who didn't even try to be subtle with his flirts.
"Where's-"
"She's out clubbing with Vanessa." Wade interrupted like a damned mind reader. How had he known Logan was going to ask about you? Logan scowled at Wade, eyes narrowing. And why in hell were you clubbing? Didn't you know how dangerous it was? The ding of Wade's phone interrupted his thoughts. "Holy fuck!" Wade laughed out. "She's getting it on out there!"
"What?" Logan's voice was rougher than usual, strained too. He grabbed Wade's wrist before he could hide his phone. Yanking at the man's wrist, Logan stared at the phone. At the photo of you and Vanessa. Of you...grinding...on another man. "The fuck does she think she's doing?" He erupted with a growl, standing up immediately. The photo still burned in his retinas. The way your skintight dress showed off every inch and curve of your body. That short skirt that was practically nonexistent. The sight of your bare shoulders through the neckline. Logan swore your breasts looked as if they would fall out of it at any given moment.
"Woah there, honey badger." Wade was quick to dive infront of the front door, preventing Logan from leaving.
Vanessa's words echoed in his brain, "Keep Logan here. Make sure he doesn't ruin my girl's night, or I'll-" Wade didn't entirely remember the rest of the threat because God damn did Vanessa look hot when she scolded him.
"Move, lip." Logan growled at him.
"I can't do that." Wade retorted, stretching his body to take up as much of the doorway as possible. "I'd like to keep my dick, and I can't exactly do that if you interrupt their girl's night."
"I don't give a fuck about your dick." Logan huffed, his scowl deepening. Wade was only wasting time by blocking him in. He was going to get you out of that club- even if it meant killing his friend along the way. Or, at least, trying to.
Vanessa and you move against one another, the previous partners you two danced with long forgotten. She knew she had Wade, and that Logan practically claimed you without actually claiming you...but it was still a fun game to play. To flirt with you, to tease you, whether it was friendly or more. It was once only friendly, but after seeing Logan's reaction to when she straddled you and did your make up as you stroked her thighs- well, how could she not amp it up? Vanessa was just as bad as Wade, truth be told. She loved watching Logan's nostrils flare in angered jealousy, in possessiveness. However, he would never interrupt the situation with you present. If he did, then you'd learn how much he wanted you. And that was outright unacceptable. You were too young, too innocent. He felt guilt for even thinking about you. There were plenty of other men your age- but God did he wish you never looked at them.
With your back facing the door as you did a body shot off of Vanessa, Logan's form bursting through the club door went unnoticed by you. His eyes immediately landed on your mouth moving to the shot glass resting in between Vanessa's chest. She had noticed him first and, with a smug smirk. her hand moved to your hair, tugging at it as you downed the shot. Her tongue ran up your face along where a small drip of tequila escaped your mouth. Her eyes remained on his the entire time. Anger coursed through him as he watched you drunkenly melt into her seductions. With clenched teeth, Logan stormed forward to where you and Vanessa were at the bar. Her legs moving to wrap around your hips as she lifted your chin, murmuring a quick apology in your ear.
"Sorry, Hun'" Was all she could get out before you suddenly felt your arm being yanked. Your eyes widened in surprise when you were brought face to face with Logan, who's nose was scrunched in a furious scowl at you.
"Oh-hey, Lo." You smiled brightly at him. His nose scrunched more in distaste. You reeked of alcohol; he could barely even smell the normal scent of you that he adored.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" He spoke through clenched teeth, the vein in his neck popping slightly.
"Um...having fun?" You replied sassily, flashing your own drunk scowl at him.
"That was having fun?" He scoffs, posture straightening as he began to yank your arm.
"Hey, now wait a damn minute!" You huffed, grabbing at a nearby railing that isolated the bar from the dance floor of the club. "I aint going anywhere!"
"The hell you are!" Logan was in your face before you could react, using the only thing he knew- intimidation. He expected you to back down, or at least murmur a smart-ass comment as you surrendered like you always did.
However, you didn't budge. Not this time. You weren't going to be bullied out of having fun. He watched as your cheeks puffed out, a red flush to them from the drinking you had done, your eyes narrowed at him. Your eyebrows furrowed together to in a deadly glare.
"Princess, now is not the time." Logan started, moving to pull your arm once more. You stood your ground firmly, unmoving.
"Don't you princess me, mister. I'm staying." You huffed out, snatching your arm from his grasp as you crossed them over your chest. His eyes flicked to your breasts for a second, he could feel a groan in the back of his throat just at the sight of them. They looked like they'd spill out of your dress's neckline at any minute. He both loved and hated it.
"No, you arnt." He battled.
"You can either stay and party with Vanessa and I or you can leave."
"I aint staying."
"Then you can leave."
"You aint staying either."
"Yes. I. Am."
"Princess..."
"Face it, Lo. I'm not leaving. Now you can either man up and dance with me or leave me the fuck alone." Logan watched as you jutted your chin out, directing your face from his. He sighed over dramatically. You were too damn stubborn for your own good. His hand found your hip.
"Fine."
A grin broke onto your lips as you registered his words. Leaping up, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Oh! This will be so much fun!" Logn instinctively caught you, gently guiding you back to standing on the floor as you leaned against him, staring into his eyes adamantly. He knew it was wrong to relish the way you pressed against him. It was wrong to enjoy it. You were too young for him, he knew it. Too sweet, too innocent. He didn't deserve you, or your attention. But the way you stared at him now, eyes lidded from a sense of...hell, was that affection he saw in your eyes? It was directed at him? Why? Logan made no move to resist as you pulled him to the dance floor of the club, soon grinding your ass against him.
He watched your hands fly above your head, into your hair, and into the air. He forced his ears to focus on your drunk singing instead of the music the club blasted. He couldn't help but find himself entranced by you. Logan's cock twitched as you grinded your rear against him, his hands instinctively found your hips, guiding you how he wanted you to move as he swayed against you. His mouth soon nipping at the revealed skin of your neck and shoulders.
A groan escaped his throat when your hands moved behind you and into his hair. His hand slid off your hip and towards your thigh, slipping under your dress as his fingertips trailed your inner thigh. Logan buried his face into your neck, sniffing deeply to inhale your scent. The disgusting scent of liquor wafted into his nose. You still smelled too much like cheap gin and shots for his liking. He always considered himself a connoisseur for the smell of alcohol, but he found himself hating it on you. He wanted to smell you, not gin or tequila.
His hand slid out from under your skirt, grasping your hips to stop your movements against him.
"Stop." He grunted out, ignoring the way his body ached to have you against him.
"But..." You pouted softly as you looked back at him, however, upon seeing the seriousness of his expression, you stopped. Pulling away, you turned to face him. "What's wrong?" You asked.
"I can't." He decided with a shake of his head.
"Lo, I'm 21, I'm legal and-" You began, you hated the way he distanced himself from you just because of your age.
"I know you are, Princess." Logan interrupted. "Thats not why I'm stopping." He forced his voice to be softer as he spoke to you, knowing the wrong tone could send you into a drunk crying mess.
"Then why...?" Was all you could get out before his lips pressed against yours, silencing you.
"Because I want you to be fully there when I show you why I'm better than all the shitty men you've taken home." Logan murmured; tone filled with venom when he mentioned your previous flings. A hint of possessiveness clear. You found yourself nodding, silently appreciating the fact that he wasn't going to take advantage of you- even if you were the one throwing yourself at him. "Now come on, let me take you home." His voice was demanding but you were confident it was a request.
"Okay." You nodded, moving to interlock your hands. "Let's get Vanessa."
When Wade saw Vanessa storming his way an hour later, and Logan carrying you over towards his room, drunk and asleep, he was glad he had hidden the knives.
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Eraser | Ryomen Sukuna x reader
1. Ultimatum
Summary: modern!Sukuna has a tattoo of your name on his chest that he wants to get rid of. Can he, though?
Warnings: gaslighting, toxicity, mentions of cheating
Word count: 2,254
Series masterlist:
1. Ultimatum
2. Wash Away
3. Only Memories
4. Vengeance
Read on AO3
Notes: this idea popped in my head very randomly while I was listening to a song and it screamed modern day Sukuna so here it is
General Masterlist | Divider @rookthornesartistry
âI want it gone.â Sukuna said, already irritated.
âAre you sure? Covering it up would be way easier.â If this bastard kept talking, Sukuna would rather cut his own skin and get the job done faster.
âI want it gone from my skin.â He growled and the guy quickly went back to the computer to search for an appointment date.
âAny other guy wouldnât have treated you as well as I did!â Sukuna spat back as if that was supposed to fix something.
You sat down on the floor of your bedroom, back resting against the bed. You were tired of yelling and screaming. He would never allow himself to articulate the word love, not even in this fight that was about to end your relationship for good.
âReally? What else is there to be done? Fuck another girl in my own bed?â You replied sarcastically and he groaned in frustration.
You just couldnât understand. He warned you that the wasnât he goodie two shoes compliant man going to a 9 to 5 and talking about finance or computer science like your previous flings. He was running an underground illegal business and networking was the most important thing if you wanted to end up on top. Sukuna reiterated these things many times, as if they could overcome the indescribable magnetic pull you felt towards him. He shouldnât have flirted with you so confidently and insistently if he never planned to let you in. But you eagerly nodded, dismissing all his warnings, all of Yuuji's, his little brotherâs warnings that predicted exactly this moment. When you would find out he made out with another woman in a random club at 1:30AM while you obediently ate your vanilla ice cream and binge watched netflix.
âFor the last time, woman!â He yelled, his hoarse voice coming from his throat filled the quiet room. âI didnât fuck her!â
He was sitting in the doorframe of your bedroom, looking at your pathetic form on the floor. Head supported in your hands, your tangled long hair falling over your face. He had been banging on your front door for half an hour before you agreed to open it. He had smoked cigarette after cigarette, trying to relieve some of the stress. When you finally opened the front door to let him in, all the snarky remarks he had prepared faded away. Your eyes were swollen because of crying, the hems of your sleeping t-shirt, his t-shirt, wet with tears. He followed you back to your room, but he couldnât bring himself to walk in, seeing you like this. Yelling and cursing at each other was easy, but resisting the sight of your pain was harder than anything he had ever done.
âOh, yeah sure.â He couldnât see your face because it was covered by your palms but he knew you rolled your eyes. âFirst you make out with her and then wait until she throws herself at you. Funny thing, worked on me.â Your voice was strained from all the yelling. Your energy had been used up almost entirely. Now all that was left was a bitter, quiet tone.
âI knew that little brat was too young to get involved in these things.â He mumbled more to himself. He pulled at the knot of his black tie. It was already lose enough. He was suffocating.
âYuuji didnât tell me.â You laughed. You were so tired of all of it. Your head fell back on the bed and you looked at the ceiling, as if the answer to your problems was written there for you to read. You didnât need to see his handsome face to know one eyebrow was cocked in surprise. Damn his face and his black shirt and his perfectly tailored pants and his tattoos. âA private number sent me a video.â Sukunaâs tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek in frustration. âYou could call it networking.â
He sighed. It was on video. All he could do was walk up to you, crouch down on the floor and try to resist the urge to touch you. You looked so beautifully devastated at 3:42 AM, only in your panties and one of his t-shirts, pretty legs sprawled on the floor, neck exposed just waiting for his teeth to sink in. But you already thought he was disgusting. It would only make things worse to admit that this sight of you turned him on.
âTheyâre trying to get to me, canât you see?â Sukunaâs voice had never been so calm, so quiet. It was deep and throaty, coming from the utmost effort and consideration he held in his large body. âThey know how important you are to me.â You only half smiled, as if he said something supposedly funny.
How come you didnât know how important you were to him? How come he never told you how he felt about you? How come anytime you would seek reassurance from him you would end up in a sexual circumstance? He would tell you that youâre pretty, beautiful, sexy. He would make you feel like a goddess when he would touch you. And you would fall for it most of the time. But never, not once, express his feelings, his sincere and most vulnerable feelings towards you. You couldnât do that for the both of you anymore. Sukuna seemed to understand the lack of trust from your silence, from the curled corner of your mouth forming a sad half smile, from your empty eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
âI needed information, y/n.â The sleeves of his shirt were folded up to his elbows, a strong smell of cigarettes deeply impregnated in the fabric. You raised your head from the mattress to look at him, bloodshot piercing eyes staring at you closely. âItâs the easiest way of doing it.â
âYeah, actually youâre right. I need a Prada bag Iâll just make out with the security guy and heâll give it to me.â
âI can buy it for you.â
Slap.
Sukuna didnât expect it. The stinging sensation your palm left across his cheek burned deeper than the surface of his skin. It burned inside his heart. He didnât look back at you. He kept his face turned away, so you could see how the skin changed into a pinkish color, more vibrant than the pink of his hair. Sukuna took a deep breath, licking his lips, trying to find a way to contain himself.
âI knew you had been a manwhore before. But I really thought, I really wanted you to respect me.â Your words cut sharper than any slap could. Your voice was getting louder and shakier with every word, anger and misery mixed in a pitiful sound. âI was stupid to think you would really care.â
âI do.â He said between his gritted teeth.
âYou donât. You just proved it tonight.â
âI told you multiple times.â He placed both of his hands on either side of your frame at the edge of the bed. The smell of his musky high end perfume mixed with cigarettes and a slight scent of alcohol as he spoke intoxicated you. You couldnât avoid him. âThis is what I do, take it or leave it. You said youâre fine with it.â
âYouâre saying itâs my fault?â Suddenly you became very aware of the fact that you were covered in minimal clothing and the way he was looking at you, that mix of anger and frustration, his clenched jaw, his soft lips, they all made you want to stop fighting.
âIâm saying youâre exaggerating.â
âYou really want me to slap you again.â
âOnly if you can bear the consequences.â
You pushed your knees against his body, trying to break away from the cage of his muscular arms at your sides, keeping you prisoner. He didnât even flinch. You kicks became stronger and more desperate, fighting against him while he did absolutely nothing to you. Sukuna looked at you in surprise, not expecting to be pushed away like this. Usually it took him a few intimidating looks and some sugarcoated words to make you forget that you were mad at him.
No more gaslighting.
No more forgiveness without an apology.
No more loving by yourself for the both of you.
âWhat the fuck are you doing, y/n?!â He asked in a raspy voice, placing large hands on your bare thighs and forcing them flat against the floor. But now you pushed him away with your arms, although your hands werenât sure if they should cling to his shirt and pull him close or push him away from you.
âYou donât love me!â Your voice broke and you started crying, salty tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.
You just did it. You said that one thing that had been eating you from inside out for so long, that thing that you were so afraid of voicing out loud. You stopped struggling altogether. Sukunaâs heart broke. He always thought he could get away with his way of living, even after getting into this relationship. You would understand. You would forgive. You would know nobody else meant shit and you were the most important person to him.
âI have you right here, silly.â He said, his hand gesturing to his chest. He was referring to the tattoo he got a couple months ago, a small addition to his collection, your name right above his heart. You were never into this kind of things but he came up with the idea and you guessed you were important enough to him to be part of the story on his skin.
âYou can always cover it up.â You said, unable to understand that this was his way of saying I love you, his way of carrying you in his heart at all times. âBut what about my heart? I can't cover that up.â You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them with your arms, resting your forehead on top of them. You were so small, so frail. Sukuna used to think you were a strong soul but it seemed that you were more vulnerable than you showed. He had just broken you. Continuously hit your seemingly indestructible outer layer, like a glass that cracked more and more with time, until it shattered completely tonight. He wanted to hug you, to comfort you, to reassure you. But you only wanted one thing. He knew the only thing that would give him a chance would be to say three simple words. And he couldnât bring himself to say them. So he just sat there on the floor with you, while you sobbed your pain away. The strong and mighty Ryomen Sukuna whom so many people feared was reduced to silence by a woman.
âGo away, Sukuna.â You said when your sobs quieted down, your tears ran dry and your mind started to clear out. You rose your eyes to look at him, still standing in front of you. âGo away!â You said, louder this time, like trying to get a dog to stop following you.
âDo you really want me to leave, you brat?â He asked, hoping that you would change your mind in the last minute.
âGet the fuck out!â You yelled, grabbing whatever your hand found closest to you and throwing it in his direction. It was his pack of cigarettes that was now half empty. It hit him right in his chest before falling miserably on the floor. He didnât even feel it.
Sukuna had been trying to get in contact with you for the past two weeks. Work had him busy and exhausted all the time but not enough to forget that you werenât answering his calls, werenât replying his messages. You even got rid of the airtag he had given you to know your location at all times for safety. He pestered his little brother Yuuji to talk to you but he kept saying you werenât answering him either. The brat was lying, he knew it. These two weeks had passed excruciatingly slow for Sukuna. It seemed like you had given up on him completely. In an attempt to tend to his shattered ego, given that all hope was gone for his broken heart, he decided to get rid of the tattoo of your name on his chest. He wasnât going to cover it, like you said. He was going to remove it for good.
âYou have to sign here aaand here.â The guy at the reception handed him a pen for the paperwork. Sukuna was just about to sign when his phone rang. When he saw the picture of his little brother on the screen his heart skipped a beat. He was so pathetic. He really hoped Yuuji had some news about you.
âIâm busy, what is it?â
âUhm, itâs about y/n.â Yuujiâs voice was hesitant, like he still wasnât sure he was supposed to share this information.
âWhat about y/n?â Sukuna was growing impatient.
âI think⌠I think she might be going on a date.â Sukunaâs vision darkened. The grip on his phone was so tight his knuckles turned white.
âNot on my fucking watch.â He muttered between his teeth. âSend me the location.â He turned on his heels in a second, walking out of the building with rushed angry steps.
âUhm, sir? Your appointment?â The guy at the reception yelled, confused.
âI ainât removing shit!â He yelled back as he reached his motorcycle. Yuuji had already sent him your location.
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G!p Karina hosting a Halloween costume party and choosing you as the winner for best dressed/costume. The prize being that you get to sleep with her.
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FIRST PRIZE: A Halloween Special
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[GP!Karina x F!Reader]Â
CW: GP, alcohol, brief weed mentionÂ
Guest appearances: MAMAMOOâs Moonbyul and Solar
Your job had been cool about you working fully remotely during the height of the pandemic, but now after two years, they finally asked you to relocate. Your boss was able to compensate you for the move to D.C., which helped, but coming from San Francisco, the East coast culture shock was brutal. Starting over in a new city was intimidating, but at least you had your work bestie Karina to hang out with now that the two of you lived in the same city.Â
Having only seen and interacted with her through Zoom on your laptop about (mostly) work-related things, you were a little nervous that the friendship would fade or ruin your working relationship, but over the summer, you found it had the opposite effect. The more you saw of Karinaâs authentic offline self, the more comfortable you felt with her, and being able to make Karina laugh felt like winning the lottery. You were absolutely harboring a crush on her, but you kept hoping maybe it would go away in time, too afraid to let her know about your feelings.
But months later when she invited you to a huge Halloween bash she was hosting, you knew your crush on her wasnât going away any time soon. Her massive apartment, which she shared with her roommate, a girl named Winter youâd met a couple times, was decorated from the floor to the ceiling for the occasion. Perfectly placed cobwebs, a plethora of real, carved jack-o-lanterns lined the mantle of the living roomâs fireplace, and the staircase that led up to their bedrooms had tiny, fake candles on each step, adding a warm glow. Karina had used plenty of LED lights too, leaving sections of the apartment cast in eerie purple and red light. Despite the free flowing alcohol, available weed and other Halloween goodies supplied for the party, it was Karina herself that had your rapt attention.Â
âYou made it!â she said when you arrived, pulling you in for a hug. Her costume was decadent and extravagant, but not so over the top that it limited her range of motion. Sheâd chosen to go as Glinda the Good Witch. âI like Elphaba better,â she admitted, âbut I didnât want to commit to green skin.â Instead, sheâd committed to a Swarovski-jeweled crown, a short, perfectly pink ruffle dress, complete with embroidery work near the bust and tiered tulle to add volume to the skirt. She had a silver, jewel-covered scepter that matched her crown, and wore extra blush to accent all of the pink details. On anyone else, it wouldâve looked very cute, but Karinaâs lethal beauty and aloof personality made the overall look devastatingly stunning instead.
When she pulled away from you, she eyed you and your costume with interest. âTalk about treasure,â she said. âShould I call you Jack or Jackie Sparrow?âÂ
You felt yourself blush a bit. âWhatever you like,â you said. Karina smirked in response, taking another moment to look at the pieces youâd put together for your Pirates of the Caribbean-inspired outfit. Youâd gone to great lengths to gender-bend your take on Jack Sparrow just the way you wanted, and based on Karinaâs reaction, it seemed to be paying off. For your look, youâd combined a brown, satin corset top with bronze buckles, a black chiffon tiered waterfall maxi skirt, a black frill tie blouse with flared sleeves, a black lace necklace, brown knee length boots that matched your corset, a few long pearl necklaces to go with the lace necklace, gold hoop earrings, gold rings, and a brown faux leather pirate hat with a single feather on one side.Â
Karina suddenly reached forward, brushing her hand along your thigh. âWhatâs this?â she asked curiously. âA black lace garter? Wow, Y/N, you really pull out all the stops, donât you?â You let out a shy laugh in response. Karina took your hand then. âCome on,â she said, leading you through the crowd. She pulled you into the kitchen, where Winter was busy grabbing more alcohol.Â
âWin-ter,â Karina sing-songed, âLook who's going to enter my costume contest!â Her roommate turned around and the two of you took a moment to take in each otherâs costumes.Â
âNo way,â you said, admiring her black, white and pink futuristic superhero look. âUravity? From My Hero Academia?â Winter beamed. â Finally , Iâm recognized,â she said, coming over to give you a light hug, careful to avoid bonking you with her headpiece as she hugged you. âEveryone keeps thinking Iâm some sort of Barbie Buzz Lightyear,â she said with a quick pout and eye roll. âBut wow, look at you!â She took your hand, and you spun for her to show off all sides of your costume. She and Karina exchanged a brief look, and then Winter nodded. âSo you're in the contest, huh? I bet you'll winâ she said.Â
âOh, thatâs so sweet,â you said, âBut I donât know even know if I actually want t--âÂ
Karina cut you off. âTrust me,â she said, placing a hand on your shoulder. Her glittery, pink nails stood out against the brown and black colors of your costume. âYou want to be in this. My Halloween costume contests always come with prizes, even if you don't win! â Â
âReally?â you asked. âWell what does the winner get then?âÂ
Karina grinned. âY/N, I canât just tell you what the winner gets,â she said. âWhereâs the fun in that? Why not play to win and find out for yourself,â she said. The way she said it was sassy, almost flirtatious. Wait. There's no way Karina would be flirting with me, you thought.Â
 âHmmâŚâ you said, pretending to mull it over while moving toward the kitchen sink, where the drink supplies were. You grabbed a black plastic cup and looked around for ice, but Karina came over beside you, interrupting your search. âLet me,â she said, gently plucking your cup out of your hands while Winter handed her a bottle of deep purple Empress gin. The ginâs purple color turned pinkish when she added a splash of lime and tonic water to the gin, but it remained largely purple even after ice was added too, letting you know the drink had way more alcohol than mixer in it. You went to take a sip, but Karina stopped you. âWait,â she said, reaching for a small, plastic packet and ripping it open.Â
âWhat's that?â you asked, tipping your cup away.Â
âRelax,â Karina said, showing you a bit of the light, powdery substance in her palm. She dipped a finger in it and put it up to her lips, licking the substance off. âEdible glitter,â she explained. âSee?â She dipped her finger back into the glitter and then held it up near your mouth.Â
âTry it,â she said, and you found yourself obeying and opening your mouth for her, tongue slightly out. Karina lightly pressed the pad of her finger to your tongue, and a wave of heat rolled over you. If the edible glitter had any taste at all, it was completely overpowered by the salty taste of Karinaâs fingertip. Karinaâs eyes flicked from your tongue, then up at you. Your cheeks burned at the intimacy. Â
âSo⌠you'll be in the costume contest, then?â she asked, taking a small step back. You held out your cup for Karina to add some edible glitter to your drink, which she did.Â
âOh alright,â you said. âWhy not?âÂ
The rest of the party was a blur. Karina insisted on making all of your drinks, leaving you beyond buzzed but feeling extremely sociable. You chatted with a girl dressed as a âhot version of Moo Dengâ, danced and shouted âYes, chef!â with a few folks dressed as the cast of The Bear, and drunkenly gushed over a stunning sapphic couple dressed as Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan and Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan. On occasion throughout the night, Karina would steal you away to dance to Rob Zombie or Kim Petras. A few times while you danced, you'd find her suddenly behind you, hand lightly brushing over your waist. Your brain was operating at a hundred miles a minute, but you put it out of your mind so you could focus on meeting a few of Karina and Winterâs other mutual friends: a girl named NingNing who rocked a modern Cruella DeVil costume, and another girl named Giselle who was dressed as a high glam-drag version of HIM from the Powerpuff Girlsâ sans facial hair.Â
Just after midnight, Karina gathered everyone for the costume contest in the spacious living room. You joined the other contestants in the center of the room: Statue of Liberty Chappell, hot Moo Deng, and Giselle.Â
âBefore we start,â Karina said, âI should let all of the contestants know that second and third place prizes will be given out here at the party, but first place will need to stick around afterward to claim the grand prize, okay?â The four of you nodded while the rest of the party attendees applauded lightly in anticipation. Fourth place wound up going to âhot Moo Deng,â and Giselle took third.Â
Karina presented Giselle with a plastic, orange pumpkin bucket intended for trick-or-treating. There was a couple handfuls of candy inside, but in addition to pumpkin-shaped Reeseâs Peanut Butter Cups and candy corn, Karina and Winter had filled the buckets with mini bottles of alcohol, edibles, and liquid hydration packets. Then, Karina gave Giselle a celebratory strawberry lemon drop shot, which was, of course, perfectly pink to match her Glinda costume. Everyone clinked their plastic cups together, ready to take a sip of their drinks while Giselle had her shot. Her large claw attachments, though, made her unable to take the tiny shot glass out of Karinaâs hand. For a supposedly good witch, Karina seemed extra amused by Giselle's struggle. With her other free hand, Karina held Giselleâs face, her thumb on one of Giselleâs cheeks, the rest of her fingers on the other.Â
âAw, does our big bad villain need some help?â she asked mockingly. Giselle feigned annoyance and nodded. Karina whispered something in Giselleâs ear then, and then Giselle rolled her eyes for real before opening her mouth. Everyone cheered as Karina knocked the shot back into Giselleâs mouth. Karina laughed, making a show out of having Giselle open her mouth again to prove sheâd swallowed it all.Â
Your hands started to sweat a bit while you and Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan waited to find out who the winner would be. You honestly had no idea which way the costume contest would go. You knew your costume was pretty good overall, but Statue of Liberty Chappell, whose real name was Moonbyul, had really gone all out, even painting herself the same color as the actual Statue of Liberty. To hype up the crowd, Karina took the partygoersâ temperature by standing behind Moonbyul, holding a hand over the girlâs head.Â
âWhoâs feeling sexy Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan?â she asked, and the crowd responded by applauding as Moonbyul posed, holding up her torch triumphantly. When the clapping died down, she moved behind you, and you knew her hand was hovering somewhere above your pirate hat. âWhat about our sexy Jackie Sparrow?â she asked, and the crowd erupted in louder applause, including a few wolf whistles from somewhere in the back.Â
Karina grinned at the partygoers. âI thought so too,â she said matter-of-factly. âIt looks like we have a consensus, then. Second place goes to Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan!â There was more applause, and Pink Pony Club Chappell, whose real name was Solar, shrieked in excitement for her girlfriend. Winter presented Moonbyul with her own plastic pumpkin bucket full of the same goodies Giselle had received. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was brought out for Moonbyul. But instead of letting Moonbyul take the shot herself, Karina held onto it.Â
âSince itâs my party, I want to do things my way, tonightâ Karina said. âSo open up, Chappell,â she said, grinning mischievously. âForgive me, Solar,â she said, turning back toward Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan for a moment before coaxing Moonbyulâs mouth open so she could pour the shot down Moonbyulâs throat. âNow for those of you who have been to my parties before, you know the second place winner usually also comes with a kiss from me, but girlâŚâ Karina said, âKeep those green Statue of Liberty lips away from me! Sheâs alllll yours, Solar,â Karina said with a laugh.Â
A kiss? ! What kind of costume contest between friends was this? Before you could ruminate on it, Karina was beside you, taking your hand and holding it up proudly. âAnd now give it up for this yearâs costume contest winner!â The crowd roared with drunken cheers. You felt Karinaâs hand near your thigh again. ��Donât you all just love this garter? I think itâs my favorite part,â she said, her fingers trailing over the black lace detail. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was handed to Karina, and she turned to face you.Â
âYou know the drill by now, donât you?â she asked playfully. âOpen up, Y/N.â The tart tang of lemon, alcohol, and a bit of sweetness from the strawberry burned while it made its way down your throat. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear while she whispered to you. âYouâll get your prize later, okay?âÂ
The party reverted back to the way it was, but not for long. By the time 1:30 AM rolled around, the party was winding down as some partygoers headed out to make appearances at other parties, while others trickled out to hit the clubs before they closed. You collapsed on the couch, making conversation with the last few party stragglers while they gathered their shoes and costume parts, getting ready to leave.Â
âAre you gonna be okay tâget home?â You looked up to see Giselle standing above you, swaying lightly, clearly a bit drunk. You sat up and nodded, scooching over so she could sit down and focus the remainder of her energy on ordering an Uber home.Â
âThis was sooo fun,â she said, her words blurring together a bit. She pulled off her costumeâs red claw attachments so she could use her hands normally again. Then she turned to you. âHey, we should goâ er, hang out sometime,â she said. You almost missed what she said entirely, distracted by the sleek, black thigh high boots she was wearing and the way her red fishnets popped beneath them. And wait-- is that part latex? How on earth were all of Karinaâs close friends this hot, too?Â
âHm?â you said, needing a moment to register what sheâd just said. âOh! Iâd like that,â you said, smiling. Forgetting about the rideshare app open on her phone, she handed the small rectangle to you. âPut your number in!â she said, bouncing a bit. Her shoulder brushed against yours, sending a tiny, electric jolt through your right arm. You started to feel warm as Giselle rested her chin on your shoulder to watch as you swiped away from the pending rideshare pickup and tapped the phone icon to add your number.Â
âCan I tell you something?â she asked, sitting back a bit when you were done. You returned her phone to her and nodded. âKarinaâs into you,â she blurted. You threw Giselle a quizzical look while your heartbeat raced. âWh-what?â you asked. âWhereâd you get that idea from?âÂ
 Giselle just giggled to herself, rummaging through her bag to make sure all of her belongings were still present, then looped her arm through the handle of her Halloween bucket prize. âShe does this every year,â she replied. âYouâll see. That glittery scepter of hers isnât the only disco stick she likes to use.â She stood up, her driver just a minute or two away now. Giselle flipped her long, black hair back and gave you one last look over her shoulder. âSheâd fucking kill me if she knew I said thisâŚâ she gave you one last onceover. âIf you arenât satisfied with your prize⌠let me know.âÂ
âHuh?â you said, but Giselle didnât explain. She was already heading toward the front door, where Karina was hugging NingNing and Winter goodbye. Wait , you thought. Didnât Winter live here? Why was she leaving? You looked around for any other remaining partygoers, but realized you were about to be alone.Â
 âSorry to keep you waiting,â Karina said apologetically, coming over to you after everyone was officially gone. You stood and walked with her into the kitchen. âDid you have fun?â she asked. She poured you a glass of water as you nodded. âYour friends are really nice,â you said, taking the cup from her. âEspecially Giselle.â Karinaâs eyes flashed with an emotion you couldnât read, but then she recovered and smiled. âDonât I know it,â she said. âTheyâre the best.âÂ
With the music at a much softer level and the purple and red LED lights off, the main floor of the apartment was dim and cozy, with the only remaining sources of light coming from the moonlight streaming in through the bay windows, the jack-o-lanterns on the fireplace mantle and the tiny, battery-powered fake flicker candles that stood on the edge of the steps leading upstairs. Your heart was pounding nervously in your chest now, unsure of what to expect. It was the first time youâd ever been alone with Karina in her apartmentâ normally Winter was there.Â
âHey, whereâd Winter go?â you asked, trying to keep your voice casual. Karina shrugged a bit, walking back into the living room. âOh,â she said, glancing back to make sure you followed her out. âShe and NingNing decided to hit the club for a bit. Iâm sure sheâll be back in a while,â she said. Anxiety quelled in your stomach. Something told you Winter would not be coming back anytime soon.Â
Karina instructed you to sit back down on the couch. âAre you ready for your prize?â she asked, grinning, and you nodded a little. âYouâre not going to like, have a man in a bloody clown costume jump out at me or anything are you?â you asked. Karina laughed. âY/N! You're so funny right now. Are you nervous ?â she asked teasingly.Â
âN-no, no,â you said. Of course Karina wouldnât scare you, you thought. She was more into treats than tricks. Right? Before you could think it through, you found yourself adding, âIf itâs anything like Moonbyulâs, Iâm sure Iâll like it.âÂ
âOh?â Karina asked, taking off her crown and shaking out her hair. âWhyâs that?âÂ
You bit your tongue lightly as you watched her fingers run through her perfectly sleek, shiny hair. You absolutely could not say anything about her prizes coming with the promise of a kiss. Fuck . âUhâŚâ you lost your train of thought. âTheâŚâÂ
Karina smirked a little, watching your wheels spin as you tried to come up with a response. âI see,â she said, cutting you off. âY/N,â she continued, and you looked up at her. âClose your eyes and wait for your prize, okay?â You nodded, glancing down before closing your eyes. For a moment, everything was silent and still, and then you felt added weight on the couch. You caught a whiff of Karinaâs perfume, letting you know she was beside you now. And then you felt somethingâ no, not something, some one brush against your lips. Karina was kissing you .Â
Desire spread through your body instantly. Your first instinct was to lean into it, but your head spun, and you werenât sure if it was the alcohol or Karinaâs dizzying presence. You leaned back for a moment and your eyes fluttered open. Karinaâs face was just inches away from yours.Â
âIs this okay?â she asked you softly, and you nodded. She leaned in and both of your eyes closed again while she kissed you. Her lips were warm and her tongue tasted sweet as it brushed against yours. Before you knew it, she was stripping you of your pirate hat, tossing it aside as she helped you lay down on the couch. Karina hovered above you, pressing herself gently against your corseted abdomen. Your breath hitched a little, making your chest heave as Karinaâs hands wandered over your body lightly. Her hair tickled the sides of your face, waterfalling back over her shoulders while the two of you continued to make out. All of your senses were overwhelmed by herâ her scent, her taste, and oh god , her touch.Â
But just a few minutes later, she stopped and sat up. âAre you alright?â you asked, slightly breathless. She nodded and stood, then helped you up. âHow would you feel about getting out of these costumes?â she asked, her head cocked to one side.Â
Before you knew it, Karina was leading you upstairs. You barely had time to recognize that you were in Karina's room. She turned on a bit of soft light placed strategically underneath her bed so it wouldnât blind either of you. âDo you want the rest of your prize?â she asked you. You nodded. Karina looked you up and down. âThen turn around,â she said. You did so, confused for a moment, but then you felt a tug on your corset. Karina was undoing your costume. She made quick work of the corset and your blouse, leaving you naked from the waist up. You felt her fingertips trail over your shoulders and down your arms, but just as soon as she was touching you, she stopped. You heard the sound of a zipper from behind you, and started to turn around.Â
âAh, ah,â Karina said. âNot yet,â she said. You heard the sound of her dress fall to the floor and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Karinaâs hands returned to your body as she gently slid down your maxi skirt and helped you out of your boots. Her fingers wandered back toward your neck to remove your pearl necklaces, but she left the black, lace collar. âLeave it,â she said when you brought a hand up to touch it. âI like it.â One of her hands gripped your waist while the other toyed with the black garter around your thigh. âLeave this, tooâŚfor now,â she murmured. Once the two of you were fully out of your costumes she pressed herself against you from behind. Her hands wandered over the front of your body and then suddenly, you felt it. You let out a small gasp. Karina was hard.Â
Giselleâs disco stick comment echoed in your ear for a moment. âY/N?â Karinaâs lips were near your ear, her voice soft. âAre you okay?â Â
You nodded wordlessly, resisting the urge to grind against her. Your mouth watered a little. âC-can I turn around yet?â you asked. Karina answered by physically turning your body to face her. You leaned in to kiss her immediately while also using one hand to reach forward, gingerly taking her cock in your hand. Karina moaned lightly as she kissed you, her hips jutting forward to meet your touch. The second Karinaâs lips separated from yours, you dropped to your knees, curious to see what kind of other pretty sounds you could elicit from her. Karina let out a small huff of amusement, watching fixedly as you took her in your mouth.Â
âEager, huh?â Karina murmured. Her teasing was short lived though as you bobbed your head on her length. You grew wet quickly, shifting your position a bit to try and relieve the ache between your thighs. Karina ran her hands through your hair, gathering it at the back of your head in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face while you blew her. You quickly realized, though, her true intent was to be able to guide your mouth on her cock, testing to see how much you could handle. When sheâd had enough, she pulled you up, only to push you back onto her bed a moment later.Â
You were immediately hit by a wave of her scent, and then she was on top of you. She backed up a little and then leaned down, using her teeth to slide your garter down your thigh. Soon, it joined the rest of your costume on the floor while moved up and closer to you, kissing her way from your waist to your neck. You shivered a bit at her light touch, your hands weaving through her hair as she went. She used her knees to spread your legs, then pinned one of your wrists down to the bed.Â
You wanted to hold Karinaâs gaze when she finally slid into you, but after the first couple inches, your eyes rolled back and closed. Full . You were absolutely full of Karina. It took her a minute or so to bottom out in you. By the time she did, both of you were breathing heavily. You let out a tiny whimper the moment she started to move, and she consoled you with a few kisses while she slowly, slowly picked up speed.Â
You felt magnetized to Karina as her body pressed tightly against yours while she fucked into you. Your wetness soon made it easy for her to pump her slick cock into you, and Karina took advantage of that. Her hips slammed into you as she went even faster, burying her head in your neck while your free hand wandered and explored over her body.Â
You were lost in each other's rhythms and hungry, fervent sounds until suddenly, Karina slowed down significantly. âShit,â she breathed, âOh, fuckâŚâ she pulled out quickly. She came on your near-ruined cunt, rope after rope of cum covering you. Watching her cum nearly sent you over the edge, but you knew youâd need more.Â
The two of you said nothing for a few moments as you caught your breath, trying to wrap your head around the night.Â
âKarina?â you said.Â
âY/N?â she replied in the same tone as you.Â
âIâmâŚâ you hesitated for a moment, but your aching cunt forced you to continue. âIâm on birth controlâ I mean, just so you know,â you said, your voice tapering off slightly.Â
Karinaâs eyebrows flew up, but then she grinned. She gently flipped you onto your stomach, rearranging you so your ass was up toward her waist. âHmm,â she said thoughtfully. âThis time,â she said, lining herself up with your slick entrance, âI want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, okay?â
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~A hunter's first love~
A dean winchester drabble
Summary: You were dean's first love, yeah I know it's hard to believe with every girl he's been with but you... you were different from the rest, here's you guy's story...
Word Count: 2.8k
Pairing: dean winchester x hunter!reader
Warnings: kissing, mentions of death, mentions of blood, typical supernatural stuff, dean confessing, angst, a argument, dean being a bit of a jerk, a lil actual smut, piv sex, dean himself, trauma dumping, also reader isn't a hunter in the beginning but closer to the end she is.
A/N: I've been meaning to post this one for awhile but it's just been an idea in the back of my head. I NEED to write for dean more, and I swear I will, my word is my bond guys even tho sometimes i don't commit, ntm on me tho, love y'all and enjoy!
You were dean's very first love. Yea he had that chick in highschool but there were always chicks digging him in high school.
didn't mean he loved them. dean never did meeting parents and saying I love you. he was a cold kid that broke everything.
distanced himself from the people who needed him most. the exceptions were sammy and you.
something about you was special, something about you made dean's heart ache. it made him feel things that he usually would never feel.
he met you when sammy had went off to college to do his own thing. he was proud of sammy but he felt alone. yes of course he had his dad but there were nights where dad would always be gone and dean was left to handle himself.
but that was before you. during you, when he met you in the bar for the very first time, you looked like you were having a hellish day.
"bad day?" he asks as he slides into the barstool, drink in hand. you chuckle and look at him. your eyes widen a bit at how attractive he is.
"y-yea, s-something like that." you stutter as you take another sip of your brandy. after that you both kinda just hit it off.
laughing and having deep genuine conversations. he told you his name and you told him yours. he even offered you a ride back home to which you gladly accepted.
"thank you for the ride dean, I really appreciate it." you thank him and then get ready to walk up the stairs to your apartment but you pause.
"would you like to come inside? I just feel bad for making you take me home and then not offering you anything to sober you up a little. just come inside, please?" you ask.
he smiles and nods. "yea yea sure, i'd love to come inside." he says with a smirk on his face when he stands next to you.
"must you ruin the moment?" you hit him playfully as you chuckle.
"hell yea!" he exclaims with a chuckle as well. you unlock the door to your apartment and step inside. it's not the best but it's enough for you and it was simple and modern and you loved it.
dean seemed to have loved it too, to him though, it was very old-schooled. very 90's. you had these cute posters and paintings on walls. little records piled up on the coffee table.
it was adorable. it was very you. you had an electric guitar on a stand next to your tv in the living room and you had all your favorite rock band cd's splayed everywhere on the couch.
"just gimme a sec, I didn't exactly expect company." you say shyly.
"oh no, your totally fine. I dig it. AC/DC? I love it." he says pointing at the band poster framed up on your wall.
"oh that's old, my dad gave it to me, I basically grew up listening to many rock bands. guns n roses, AC/DC, Metallica, yk the goodies." you smile up at dean.
"that poster was actually signed by the entire band when my dad got a backstage pass. He was so happy til the day he died." you say staring at the poster with a smile on your face.
"guessing he got the best day mug when you were a kid huh?" he says with a smile.
you laugh and shake your head. "yea actually, I did get him one for his birthday one year, he had the proudest smile ever when he saw Axl Rose's signature on it." you smile.
"wow, you were the best daughter." he exclaims.
"I mean I tried to be. my mom split when I was eight and that took a huge chunk outta my dad's heart. so I slowly had to rebuild it back again. I missed seeing him happy. It was just me n him, no point in trying to make life harder than it already was." you explain.
"Yea I get that. your better than me. see when I was little me, my mom, my dad? we were the happiest family. and then when my baby brother was born, I was so happy! but uhm a few months after he was born my uh my mom died. then it was just me my dad and sammy." he explains.
"that was hard for all of us. even harder for sammy considering he never even got to talk to his mother. my dad was hard on me and sammy growing up. I of course was always the lash out kid, constantly angry, never liking how he acted or did stuff. then of course that anger when out to sam because I couldn't yell at my dad, I was 10." he continues.
you hum to let him know your still listening and you grab him some water and prop it on the coffee table in front of you two.
"thanks. but yea, sammy never really understood why we always moved, never stayed in one place too long until he got tired of it. tired of that lifestyle. now he's in college and he's thriving, my dad on the other hand, he's avoiding me any chance he gets but hey, I would avoid me too if I was him. I break everything I touch." he finishes, taking a long gulp of his water.
you both sit in silence for a second and dean looks at you, hoping you say something other than "get out of my house."
"oh dean, I'm so sorry. no child should ever have to go through that. and I can assure you dean, you don't break everything you touch, I'm here and see! I'm not broken, i'm standing ten toes behind you." you says with a smile.
"I hunt monsters for a living with my dad. and we kill them so they can't ahrm people anymore." he blurted out randomly. he wanted to push you away, because he was falling in love with you too quickly. he wanted you to see him as scary.
your eyes widen. you pause. your hand is still on his arm and his thigh. you blink once, then twice. your jaw opens to say something but closes again.
"speak now, scream now, curse me out or forever hold your peace and i'll leave." he says.
you immediately spoke not wanting him to leave. "don't leave. I'm just a little shocked is all. do you and your dad really do that? does your brother know?" you ask.
"Why do you think he went off to college, to live a normal life like the rest of you." dean says.
"wow. uhm that's a lot to take in. thank you for telling me. there are parts of me that don't believe you, but i'm going to trust my heart. I believe you dean. you're a hero."
"I'm not a hero, i'm a monster." he says.
"you save people dean, how is that you being a monster." you counter.
"because it's almost like i enjoy it, the thrill."
"ok but heros i'm sure enjoy the thrill as well."
"That's not the same thing sweetheart I-"
"Why can't you just accept that your not a monster."
"because I lived with this my whole life ok? I am a monster."
"ok, but you help people, how do monsters do that? how is that YOU being a monster?"
"Because I just am!" he shouts at you. you gasp and scoot away from him.
"oh, i'm sorry. I won't bring it up."
"for fuck's sake, I'm sorry sweetheart. I-I didn't mean to shout at you, i'm sorry. c'mere." he says.
you scoot back to him and he wraps your body in a hug.
"what are you so scared of dean? If your brother can live a normal life, why can't you? why do you think you don't deserve a happy ending?" you ask.
you look up at him with puppy dog eyes and he folds immediately. he kisses the top of your head and smiles down at you.
"you really think I'm a good person? you truly believe I could have a happy ending?'" he asks.
"If I didn't think so, would I have bickered with you about it like a toddler?" you ask with a chuckle.
he laughs.
"I guess not."
you both stare at each other for a good 2 minutes before you look down at his lips. he looks at you and stares at your lips as well.
you lean up closer to his face, your noses touching. he closes his eyes, waiting for it to happen. he of course wasn't prepared for his mind's decision to pull away.
"I have to go sweetheart. I'm sorry." he says as he pulls away from you. he can't bare to look at you as he stands up from the couch but he does it anyway and his heart sinks.
your pouting. god why must you look so good when you pout. "oh, please stay dean, I don't want to be alone. and I don't think you do either." you say standing up and grabbing his hand.
"just spend the night, and then in the morning you can leave, just don't leave without saying goodbye." you say pointing a finger at him.
"ok sweetheart, I won't." he says with a smile. "good." you respond with a smile as well.
"now, I have one more gift for you." you say with a smirk on your face.
"Oh really, what is it? it better be pie." he says with a chuckle. you roll your eyes playfully as you pull him towards you bedroom.
"i mean it'll be some kind of pie if you want it to be? but it's also much better than pie." you say seductively.
"mhmmm" he groans, "I like the sound of where this is going.
he runs his hands down your waist as you drag him towards you bed. you shrug off his jacket and he grabs your ass once his jacket is on the floor and goes straight for your jeans buttons.
"please kiss me already dean, I need you." you beg.
his lips are smashed on to yours immediately after your request. guess dean couldn't wait any longer either.
you tug at his shirt and he pulls it off. you take your shirt off as well and that's when dean pushes you on to the bed. you grab at his road shoulders and scratch at his back.
he nips at your neck leaving little sweet kisses after. you were so having hickeys afterwards.
he smashes his lips against yours again and you bite his lip. he groans at the feeling and you release his lip but he can taste the blood on his lip.
he licks his lips and looks at you. "you tryin to devour me huh?" he asks with a smirk.
"Maybe?" you ask with mimicking smirk on your face. he kisses you again and you moan in his mouth. god he lives for your noises.
"do that again." he demands. he kisses down your neck looking for that spot that makes you reel. you moan in his ear again and he physically fights the urge not to shove his fingers in you ight now.
his cock painfully aching in his boxers. you both roll around and moan in each others ears. you tug on his hair and he tugs on yours.
he inhales your scent and he feels like he's on cloud 9.
you were amazing. even more amazing when he first entered inside you. god you were so fucking tight. so delicious. so enticing.
you were pulling him in and he was hitting all the right spots to make you scream his name like a mantra, like a prayer.
you loved the feeling of his fat cock inside you. it made you feel euphoric. no one has ever made you feel this way, dean hit every spot. he made you cry and scream and feel so good.
you needed him. you desired every bit of him. he's the man you daydream about, the one you read tumblr fics about.
you feel your orgasm approaching and dean feels his but he solely his focused on making you feel good. sadly that doesn't work because he's struggling to not cum inside you.
"it's ngh- ok dean. please cum inside me, I want it so bad. please." you beg him and he loses it. he kisses you one last time before he releases inside you, still thrusting and over stimulating himself just to make you feel good.
you eventually cum around his cock as well, feeling so good. you arch into him and tug on his hair really hard he groans. he moans into your ear as he lets out the last spurts of his cum into your stoamch.
he rearranged your guts like no other before and you loved how it made you feel dean winchester makes you feel alive. he makes you feel like yourself.
dean pulls out of you and lays right behind you. you cuddle into him throwing your leg over his to tangle up in his warmth.
he smiles to himself and you kiss him again as you both fall asleep. dean couldn't stop thinking about you. and you couldn't stop thinking about him.
he's your saviour. your hero. your perfect man. your first love.
your his daydream. his fantasy. his perfect girl. his first love.
It's been a year now and you and dean are thriving. he calls you every day and every night when he's on a hunt.
you even got to meet his brother. you comforted him when his dad died and you even let them stay at your place whenever they were in town.
two years go by and you and dean are on a little break. he said that he didn't feel like he could give you what you wanted and asked if he could take a break from the relationship to give him some time to think.
you didn't know he slept with an old fling and it broke your heart when sam told you.
you went on hunting alone. you met bobby on a hunt and he treated you well. he made sure you were safe.
four years go by and you meet dean again, you never blocked him and he called from time to time. sometimes you'd answer other times, you'd not even give him the time of day.
you looked at dean and realized he hasn't aged a day, if anything he looked more mature, he looked just as good as the last time you saw him.
his voice deeper and still demanding. you hug him and he tells you how much he's missed you. you missed him just as much.
he told you he was sorry and you forgave him. you forgave him a long time ago. he offered to try again and you agreed.
the three of you went hunting together like a family and it was fun. but one night you decided to play hero.
"dean, I once told you you deserved a happy ending, that you weren't a monster." you say quickly while panting.
"yea babe, but why? why are you saying this?" he asked his glossy eyes staring back at you.
"you know I love you right?" you tell him.
"I love you too sweetheart, now tell me what's wrong?!" he shouts.
you hear the footsteps of the vampire and you look at sam and dean.
"babe, it's my turn to be a hero ok? you go on without me. you live your life and you find your happy ending. I love you both so much." you say holding the both of their hands.
"Now run." you say.
you shoot at the vampire and it rushes towards you choking you. you try to fight it off but it stabs you in the stomach and you scream out.
Sam runs to rescue you and dean screams for you. the vampire throws you off to the side and bloods seeping out of your mouth and wound. dean runs to your limp body on the floor and he cradles you in his arms.
sam quickly runs back over the vampires body on the ground with a wooden stake in it's heart and it's head cut off.
you try to speak but dean shushes you.
"no no baby don't speak i'm gonna get you help ok, y-your- fuck your gonna live ok. SON OF A BITCH! baby please don't die on me, I love you please please please." he cries.
"i-i love you too, my sweet hero." your last words before your eyes shut and your no longer moving.
he says your name and sam checks for a pulse. he looks at dean and shakes his head no. dean shakes you and screams your name some more but no response.
he sits there and cries with sam by his side crying as well.
you were dean's daydream. his fantasy. his perfect girl. his first love and the last one he ever loved. the one he couldn't save.
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clover | mark lee
genre: mark lee x reader, friends to lovers, college au, fluff :)
wc: 2.3k
warnings: some swearing, mentions of alcohol
summary: mark collects four leaf clovers. when you help him find his hundredth clover, mark declares you his good luck charm.
If asked whether or not you believe in fate, youâd probably say no. You found the concept of it unnerving- a predetermined future that one must simply accept⌠How boring. What you believed in more was the butterfly effect- the chaos of it, the lack of control, the overlapping of timelines. The flapping of a butterflyâs wings could cause a hurricane. Itâs the little things that have the biggest effect.
The first time you hang out with Mark Lee is per the forgetfulness of your best friend, Johnny. The three of you were supposed to meet for a group project, but it slipped his mind. You knew of Mark, of course, but never really hung outside of group settings.Â
Mark is a butterfly- fluttering, social, beautiful and delicate. You wanted to pin and press his wings like a taxidermist, preserving their beauty in eternal serenity. Though most times, he felt too golden to pin down. He was simply meant to be free.
The two of you lie under a tree in the campusâ courtyard, skimming your textbook for more information. Mark sat quietly, plucking blades of grass out of the ground. When your vision blurs, signaling youâre no longer absorbing information, you close your textbook.
âThink heâs still coming?â Mark inquires.
âNah. I texted him, but he hasnât responded,â you say as you check your phone once more for confirmation.
âHm,â Mark closes his textbook as well. â Wanna call it a day?âÂ
âI thought youâd never ask.â
Spring is well under way, but today is warmer than usual. Itâs actually nice enough to be outside. You linger on your faded picnic blanket, lying on your back with your eyes closed, while Mark gathers his things. Sunlight filters through the leaves, making abstractly shaped shadows dance across your chest and stomach. You trace the warmth with your fingers.
âI can consolidate our research into a document if you want,â Mark pipes. You thought he had left already.
You crack open an eye. âWeâre still talking about the project?â
He looks at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand. âI mean, thatâs what Iâm here for.â
You crack a grin, scoffing at Markâs eagerness to actually work. âDidnât know you were such a goody-two-shoes.âÂ
âIâm not,â he contests, pouting slightly.
Heâs so cute. You want to stuff him with fluff and tie a bow on his pretty head. No wonder everyone babies him so much. His eyes simply demand such.
âIâm just messing with you,â you say. âSounds like a plan. I can make the slideshow, if you want.â
âCool.â
Mark starts to leave before returning to his seat and asking, âHey, ______. Why havenât we hung out before?â
You shrug. âI donât know. You have plenty of friends. Didnât think youâd need more.â
You look at Mark, sitting criss-cross on the corner of your blanket. He has a pile of clovers on his leg, and he continues to sift through the grass in pursuit of more. He plucks another, identifying it as a four leaf clover, and places it on your belly.
âLooks like I just made another. Itâs been weeks since Iâve found one.â
âA four leaf clover?â Your fingers play with the floweret, watching as it rises and falls with your breaths. Markâs eyes follow the movement as well.
âYeah, I collect them. Youâre, like, my good luck charm now. Dude, itâs fate.â
âDo I get a say in the matter, dude, or does fate take precedence?â you joke, asking with a giggle.
Mark beams at you, eyes crinkling into half moons. âWanna be my good luck charm?â
âWell, since you asked so nicelyâŚâ
Mark grabs his backpack, taking out a sheet of parchment paper and a book. Then, he takes the clover from you, placing it in between two sheets. Finally, he places the clover in the middle of the book. He closes it, giving the book a firm squeeze, and puts it back in his bag.
âPressing it for later,â he says.
â
The second time you hang out with Mark Lee is per the drunkenness of your best friend, Johnny. You told yourself youâd stop going to parties with him. It seemed that every time you did, you were relegated to designated driver. So there you sat, on the stairs of the back porch, hoping Johnny would pass out in the next hour or so. However, you knew this wouldnât happen any time soon. Johnnyâs alcohol tolerance is annoyingly high. You decide to enjoy the fresh air regardless.
House parties this big were conducted for only one reason- to get everyone in attendance as fucked up as possible (and assuage their guilt in doing so with the presence of other fucked up people). A girl, a twig-like thing, does a keg stand in the middle of the backyard. She nearly topples over entirely, but manages to return to the ground upright before immediately dissolving into a heap of bones and flesh.
On your left, you watch a smarmy frat boy sidle up to another girl, caging her against the house. Sheâs drinking him up, flashing the most obvious âfuck meâ eyes youâve ever seen. On your right, a guy blows chunks into a bush. Such is the dichotomy of life.Â
The back door of the house swings open and the music thatâs blasting from inside temporarily bleeds into the backyard. When it closes, the sound is muffled, making you feel as though youâre underwater. You look up to see Mark, surprisingly. The two of you havenât spoken since the group project. He sits next to you, muttering a brief hello.Â
âNot your crowd?â he says, noticing the dissatisfaction on your face.Â
âJohnnyâs my crowd, but heâs hammered.â
Mark scoffs. âSounds about right.â
You look at Mark. He seems mostly sober, save for the faint dusting of pink adorning his cheeks. âAre you drinking tonight?â you ask him.
Mark tips his beer towards you, taking another swig before saying, âJust the one. I have a paper to write tomorrow. You?â
âDesignated driver.â Youâve been nursing a cup of lemonade. You feel like a prude.
âDaaaang.â He drags out the word, following it with a low whistle. âThat sucks, dude.â
âNeeded some fresh air?â you ask him.
âNah, just wanted to catch up with my good luck charm. Saw you walking out."Â
Your heart beats a bit faster, though you're not sure why. âHave I been doing a good job?â
âI get to be here outside with you instead of in that hellhole. So, Iâd say yes.â
You end up driving Johnny and Mark home that night. Apparently, his designated driver (Jaemin) bailed on him. Mark sits in the passenger seat while Johnny is passed out in the back. Itâs quiet, moonlight seeping into the car in a hazy glow. It illuminates Markâs side profile and you sneak glances at him in your periphery. Heâs visibly fighting off sleep, head lolling to the side then suddenly jerking to attention every few minutes.
When he does this a third time, you say, âYou can sleep. Weâre about ten minutes away.â
âWanna make sure youâre safe,â murmurs Mark. His voice is gravelly, the sentence barely croaking out of him. âDonât wanna leave you alone.â
âIâll survive. Iâll wake you up when we get there.â With your permission, he drifts off to sleep, lips slightly parted.Â
When you arrive at the boysâ dorm, Johnny stirs lightly as he feels the car has come to a stop. You shake Markâs shoulder, waking him from his slumber.
You walk up to Markâs room, the two of you lugging Johnny with much difficulty. Heâs practically dead weight, wasted enough to the point of not being able to hold himself up. When you finally manage to get him on Markâs couch, youâre winded. You sit on the floor while Mark sits next to Johnny.Â
âThe only thing comforting me right now is the fact that heâs gonna wake up with a horrible hangover.â
At this, Mark laughs, his own chest heaving at the physical exertion of transporting a Johnny-sized human.
âThanks for helping me bring him up,â Mark says.
âNo problem. Take a video of him suffering for me please.â
âAnything for my good luck charm. Speaking ofâŚâ Mark quickly retreats to his room, returning with a small wooden box in his hands. He places it in your lap.
You open the box to see it full of four leaf clovers encased in resin. He takes out a heart shaped one and hands it to you.
âThis one is yours. The hundredth clover in my collection.â
âIâm honored.â You cradle the preserved clover in your hands, watching the light bounce off of its shiny surface. The moment overwhelms you, chest constricting with adoration of the simple gesture.
âI was thinking of making it into a bracelet. Then you can harness your lucky powers wherever you go. Like a superhero- or something like that.â
He smile at you, a toothy and boyish grin, and your inhibitions seem to melt away. Perhaps you could be persuaded into believing in fate. Making him happy in this way feels like destiny. You would do so forever if given the chance.
âYeah. Something like that.â
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The third time you hang out with Mark Lee, Johnny isnât much of a factor. Then the fourth time, and the fifth, sixth and seventh- until one night, Mark asks you on a date. You think. Youâre not really sure at this point.Â
Youâre at his apartment, something that occurs more often following the party incident, killing time with him and (of course) Johnny. The three of you are supposed to be having a movie night, but canât agree on a film. In lieu of such, youâre simply arguing about movies.
âItâs ridiculous,â Johnny says.
You cross your arms. âItâs high art.â
âDo not refer to Twilight as âhigh art.ââ
âThe first one has an indie feel to it. The too-blue coloring grading? Imagine stumbling upon that at Sundance or South by Southwest. Those film bitches would be all over it if not for the negative connotation of pseudo vampire smut.â
âNever seen it,â Mark says. His comment gets drowned out, however, as you continue to rant at Johnny.
âThe series only got bad because they gave the sequels to a male director.â
âThat is not the only reason.â
Johnnyâs phone rings. âItâs Jaehyun. Jaemin left him at a party.â
Johnny gathers his belongings and exits. He attempts something of a wink towards Mark, which is awkward because 1.) You see it, and 2.) It looks more like some dust flew into his eyes than a cheeky gesture.
âBe back in a bit,â Johnny says.Â
âWhat was that about?â you ask. Mark is beet red.Â
âNothing,â Mark sputters. âSo.â
âSoâŚâ
âTwilight. Movies. You like both of those things, right?â Mark rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, swinging his arm in tandem. He canât really make eye contact with you, but heâs trying, blinking rapidly as his eyes flicker around the room.Â
When the silence becomes unbearable you say, âIs there a reason youâre acting like weâve never met before?â
âJust answer the question.â He sighs, face planting into his palm.
âI mean- Marginally. I mostly just like making Johnny angry-â
âWould you like to go to the movies with me?â
âYeah, Iâd love to.â
â
Itâs raining. Mark is soaking wet, green hoodie soiled. You canât help but imagine a butterfly with dripping wings, dejectedly fluttering in an attempt to dry itself off. Funnily, the sun was beaming brightly just a few hours ago. If you hadnât checked the weather ahead of time, youâd probably be drenched as well.Â
âForgot my umbrella,â says Mark as he walks up to you.
âClearly.â
âI feel like an idiot.â
âGuess Iâm not as lucky as you thought.â
âImpossible.â
âWanna just go back to your place?â you say as you pat his shoulder. âThen you can get changed.â
You return to Markâs apartment, making two cups of chamomile tea. When Mark exits his room, he sits on the couch. Thereâs enough room for at least three people in between the two of you. When you move to sit closer, Mark literally flinches.
His right hand is clasped tightly into a fist, quivering from the force with which Mark is holding it shut.Â
âOkay Mark. Whatâs wrong?â You reach out to him, placing your hand on top of his closed one.
He averts your gaze. âI donât know how I managed to fuck this up-â
âThe rain is out of your control, Mark. Itâs not a big deal.â
Then suddenly, Mark opens his hand to reveal your clover, still in its heart shaped encasing, but now attached to a bracelet just as he said he would. The butterflies in your stomach fly up to your sternum. Your breath hitches there.
âI had this whole thing planned. After the movie I was gonna drive you home and it was supposed to be this whole thing that led up to me giving you the bracelet under the moon but then it started-â
âMark. Itâs okay!â you say with a laugh.
â I like you, ______. I was gonna tell you that I like you.â Mark shuts his eyes tightly, practically wincing with each word.Â
You lean over to kiss his cheek, accidentally giving him a butterfly kiss as well when you linger there. Mark giggles at the contact of your eyelashes, and you feel his face move against your lips.
âWell, itâs a good thing I like you too.â
Eventually, Markâs lips meet yours, gently kissing you as though youâll break. Warmth spreads throughout your entire body and you pull Mark closer in pursuit of more. Mark places a final peck on your nose and pulls away. He grabs the clover bracelet and ties it to your wrist.Â
âLucky me,â Mark says.
a/n: unedited and feedback is always appreciated!
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Could I request Aventurine's s/o just making and giving him a bunch of random gifts? From simple things like cupcakes and plushies to more lavish gifts like a multi-purpose gun and tricked-out sunglasses.
A/n: A little drabble for this idea, hope you enjoy
Contents: Aventurine x GN!Reader, fluff, not proofread
âMy, my, what do we have here? And who are you bringing this to?â Aventurine inquired after he glimpsed the little pile of gifts stacked on the coffee table. There are boxes wrapped in pretty and colorful papers and decorated with bows on top, and there are desert boxes next to them, ones he could see the contents of due to their translucent lids.Â
You startled at the sudden voice, too immersed in wrapping up another gift in pretty green wrapping paper. Turning your head to look at him you beam with mirth, eyes gleaming as you notice the genuine confusion in his eyes. Had you not known him as best as you do, you would have thought him dull-witted for not already noticing these were for no one else but him.
âTake a wild guess, why donât you? I might give you a reward if you get it right on the first tryâ you tell him, feeling rather proud of yourself with the assortment of gifts you managed to snag on the planet that was new to you both. There were local delicacies and deserts in the boxes on the table, but also wrapped goodies that would be of daily use to him,Â
Aventurine feigns skepticism, although he now recognizes his momentary error and chuckles for not already having guessed. âMight it be.. hmm, hmm..â he hums and coos, dragging the moment out as he prowls around your sitting form and trying to get a glimpse at what you were wrapping up, but the box was already enveloped in the pretty glimmering paper. âCould it be me?â he asks at long last, tilting his head down at you when you look up to meet his colorful gaze.
Judging by your smile spreading further, crinkling the corners of your eyes, he was right on the dot.
âTook you long enough, but you got it right. Would you like to open these now.. or perhaps when weâre back home? I thought I had more time to hide these away - I wanted it to be a surprise, but alas, you always had such amazing timingâ you tell him, clearly in jest.
âWhat would you prefer? I donât wish to trash your plans any further... I may have caught you off guard with this, but now you have me rather speechless, I must praise you for thatâ he responded, your smile spreading to his lips like a disease as he lets his eyes wander over to the other presents once more. You rise from your seat, leaving behind the box and go to meet him in an embrace. He accepts it, a bit stiff at first but it is like your warmth melts that unease away from him, and soon after he is wrapping his arms around you. âMissed me already?â he coos at you, his tone now mellow as if his usual tone would hurt you at such close proximity.
âI haveâ you state simply, looking up at him as you pull away, melting into the view of the pretty blonde man. âAnd Iâd rather show it all to you now. We have time until this ship lands again, might as well indulge in some sweets, right?â
His gloved fingers brush against the line of your jaw, slightly tilting your head to the side and he mirrors the motion. âThat is right.. I am desperately craving something sweet right now. You mentioning it is only making me more hungry for a tasteâ he says, and you notice the slight flush that comes over his cheeks. You beam at it, but it is him that leans in and catches your lips in a chaste kiss.
You chase his lips before he can fully part, finding yourself in a craving as well, in need of another kiss. It felt as if days had separated you until now and not just a few hours. You feel his huff against your skin, the corners of his mouth twisting upward. Once you pulled apart, you notice his grip on your arms, keeping you steady as your own hand keep him steady in return. He blinks at you, his eyes half lidded and full of warmth that was only reserved in quieter moments like these.Â
âCome.. let me show you what Iâve gotten for youâÂ
He obliges, your voice snapping him out of his fuzzy thoughts. He doubts heâll ever get used to your kindness and gifts, theyâre too sweet to him, and he doubts he has earned them, but he is not the one to decline your invitations or offers - thatâd be too mean.
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hii đŤśđť i've had this idea of the reader and eddie being at a halloween party and her drink getting spiked (roofied or wtv) and like eddie comes to the rescue and takes care of her - enemies to slight lovers pls!! have a good day/night :))
Hi! I changed it a bit so that her drink was spiked with extra booze, but I kept it enemies-to-lovers!
Warnings: underage drinking (everyone is over 18 but under 21), reader's drink gets spiked, drunkenness, brief mention of Eddie dealing, Billy Hargrove needs his own warning tbh, enemies-to-lovers, idiots in love
WC: 2.5k
Thank you so much to @corroded-hellfire @lofaewrites and @manda-panda-monium for their help! Y'all made this fic much stronger, and I am indebted to you.
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A brief, incomplete list of activities you enjoy: grabbing coffee with a few friends, walks down by Loverâs Lake powered by whatever cassette youâve jammed into your WalkMan, reading a good book and curling up in the sunlight streaming through your bedroom window.
A brief, incomplete list of activities you despise: Steve Harringtonâs house parties.
The bass from the stereo has the entire downstairs shaking, and you wince as you pass by it and make your way to Nancy. Sheâs the reason why youâve started coming to these stupid things, and although Steve isnât as big of a tool as youâd previously thought, it doesnât make other people more tolerable.
âYou having a good time?â Nancy asks now, bouncing along with the music. Her eyes are hazy with booze; her half-filled cup of the jungle juice concoction is clearly far from her first of the evening.
You shrug, hitching your bag close to your shoulder as a beast of a man in a letterman jacket pushes his way through the crowd. âNot really.â
âCool, awesome!â Nancy chirps, senses compromised by the constant flow of alcohol and the blasting music.Â
Steve has his arm around her waist, pressing chaste kisses to her neck. He looks up at you for just a second and frowns. âWhereâs your drink?â
You jingle the car keys youâve had clenched in your fist the whole night, ready to make a getaway as early as you can. âDesignated driver. Unless you want JosĂŠ Cuervo behind the wheel tonight,â you raise your brows as you motion to your friend.
Steve shakes his head. âNance is gonna stay here with me tonight,â he tells you, taking Nancyâs cup from her hand and placing it in yours. âSheâs had enough, anyway. So, uh, go crazy.â
Go crazy. Itâs tempting to dull the roar of the dozen or so conversations worming their way into your consciousness. And no doubt itâll be easier to slap a fake smile on your face and even join one of them. But you still have to get home somehow, and the thought of asking either of your overbearing parents for a ride home from a party has your stomach in knots, especially considering youâd told them you were going to the library and sleeping at the Wheelerâs.Â
Instead of going crazy, you toss the couple a frustrated eye roll, but theyâre both too enmeshed in their puppy love for each other to catch it. Home. You just need to get home, snug in your own bed, away fromâ
âHey, Goody Two-Shoes!â Billy Hargrove flings his muscular arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him despite your clear lack of interest. âDidnât anyone ever tell you itâs bad etiquette to bring down the party vibe?â
 âGet offa me,â you grumble, but his strength easily overpowers yours.Â
âWhat you need,â he continues, stifling a beer-scented belch, âis to fuckinâ loosen up.â He punctuates his statement by placing one beefy hand on each of your shoulders, shaking you back and forth. He stumbles a bit in his drunken state, and you seize the opportunity to step away from him.
The entire encounter makes the drink in your hand even more tempting, and you throw it back without another thought. Your throat burns with the sting of alcohol, and you wince reflexively. Jeez, if this is what Nancyâs been drinking all night, no wonder sheâs wasted, you think, grateful that you only had half of the cup.
Eddie Munson arrives when the party is in full swing, lunch box of illicit substances gripped tight in his hands. He hates spending time with these jockstraps outside of school, but parties are a great way to make some extra cash, and rich douchebags like King Steve practically throw the money at him, too drunk and lazy to actually count it out.
He sees you out of the corner of his eye, swaying to the music alongside Billy Hargrove. Youâre leaning into him, with his hand around your waist pulling you into him. You laugh loudly, though it doesnât appear that Billyâs said anything.
What a weird pair, Eddie muses, comparing your usual type-A, pain-in-the-ass, teacherâs pet personality with Billyâs thoughtlessness and indifference. He watches as Billy nonchalantly refills your drink and grabs your backside.
When Billy notices Eddie, he props you against the counter and murmurs something before staggering over to buy something. âWhat do you have tonight, Munson?â
âThe usual,â Eddie replies casually, placing the tin box on the kitchen table and flipping it open. âSo, uh, looks like Goody-Two Shoes is having a good time.â
Billy chuckles, twirling a toothpick across his lips. Itâs a menacing laugh, and Eddie doesnât care for the sound of it. âYeah, she needed a little help, but I took care of it.â
He really doesnât like that. âWhat do you mean?â
âSlipped a little extra in her drink when she wasnât looking,â Billy whispers, flashing Eddie a now-empty mini bottle of tequila. âShit was pretty strong to begin with, but sheâs definitely feeling it now.â
âYou spiked her drink?â Eddieâs mouth goes dry, and he snaps the lunch box shut. When Billy just laughs again, Eddie shoves him. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
Billy holds his hands up in defense. âHey, man, you canât blame a guy for doing what he has to do to get laid. Especially when itâs someone as uptight as her.â
Rage pounds in Eddieâs ears, and he barely hears anything after that. He marches towards you, fists clenched. You werenât his favorite person, and he wasnât yoursânot after what happened in health last yearâbut heâd be damned if he let you get taken advantage of.
âHey,â he says softly, tapping your shoulder to grab your attention. âLet me get you home.â
You sloppily shake your head, jungle juice sloshing over the side of the cup. ââM fine.â
âNo, youâre not.â Heâs insistent, tone much harsher than his usual carelessness. âYouâre absolutely plastered, and Iâm taking you home.â He extends his hand, and you reluctantly take it, letting him lead you to his van. Your feet are bricks beneath you, and you giggle involuntarily as you trip over them.
âMunson, what the fuck?â Billy calls out, charging over. His own stride isnât much more graceful than yours; the Keg Stand Champion having reclaimed his title earlier in the evening. âGet your own girl.â He reaches for your bicep to tug you away, but Eddieâs faster, which only makes the jockâs eyes stonier. âFucking freak!â he calls out, quickly downing another plastic cup of beer.
Your eyelids begin to close, and slurred words leave your lips. âWhasâ goinâ on? Whyâs Billy shhh-so mad?â
Eddie ignores your question, not wanting to slow down and risk Billy catching up to you. Once heâs safely got you in the passenger seat, he starts the ignition and glances at where youâre leaning against the window. âWhere to?â
âHome.â
âRight, and, uhâŚwhere might that be?â
You shrug, body heavier with sleep by the second. âDunno.â
âLike an address, or a general directionâŚanything?â Eddie drums his ringed fingers against the steering wheel. He sighs and throws the van in reverse when you shake your head. âAll right, looks like youâre staying at mine.â
He keeps his eyes on the road, stealing a peek at you every minute or so. Youâre sleeping, soft snores punctuating the otherwise silent ride. He winces as he goes over a bump and puts his arm out to prevent you from falling against the dashboard.Â
Twenty minutes laterâit would have been fifteen, but he drove slowly to prevent jostling you too muchâheâs pulling up to his trailer. âWelcome to Casa Munson.â He opens his door with a dramatic grunt and shuffles around to your side. âCâmon, letâs get you inside.â If any of the neighbors see him, theyâll assume the worst, but itâs either that or have you sleep in the van.Â
The last thing you remember is mumbling about needing a bed and Eddie leading you to his with an offhand comment about not knowing where the stains are from. When you wake the next morning, a jackhammer has replaced your brain and your throat is filled with bile.Â
âUgh, fuck,â you groan, pulling your sheet up over your eyes to shield them from the sun. Except this isnât the baby pink set your mom bought you from Wal-Mart. These sheets are white and smell like cigarettes, weed, and drugstore cologne. The realization that this isnât your room has you jolting up in bed despite your bodyâs protests. âWhat the hell?â
âGood morning to you, too,â a voice grumbles from below. You look down to see Eddie Munson laying on the floor, a towel rolled below his head in a makeshift pillow. A throw blanket covers from his shoulders to just above his ankles, leaving his sweat sock-clad feet exposed. âThereâs some water and pretzels next to you, and I can grab Advil if you need.â
You nod, squeezing your eyelids together at the pain the slight head movement causes. âYes, please.â He returns with the medicine, and you eagerly swallow it with a gulp of water. A quick assessment assures you that your clothes are still on, but you still have to ask, âdid weâŚâ
âNope. No way. Not even a little.â He takes a seat next to you, offering the pretzel canister. Though your stomach is churning, you need something to absorb the medicine, so you take a handful and carefully munch on them. âBut you had quite the offer last night.â
âWhaâ?â
âHargrove spiked your drink to get you in bed,â he explains. His mop of curls is disheveled from tossing and turning, but he doesnât seem to notice. âAnd, uh, not to sleep.â
âYeah, I gathered that,â you mutter. A fresh wave of nausea washes over you, and itâs not from the hangover. Your memories are muddled, but you can vaguely piece the night together: Nancy and Steve, the unfinished drink, Billyâs arm around you⌠âWe left before he could do anything, right?â
Eddie nods, stealing the plastic water bottle from your grasp and taking a swig. He swishes it around his mouth before answering. âGot you outta there before he could even cop a feel.â
You grimace at his brazen response. âWell, um, thanks. You didnât have to do that.â You start to stand up, fumbling for your keys in your bag when you remember. âFuck, my carâs still at Steveâs.â
âI can take you,â Eddie offers, grabbing the jeans heâd haphazardly flung over his desk chair.Â
âNah, sâokay. I can walk.â
âSeriously?â He throws his hands in the air, utterly exasperated with you. âYouâd rather walk three miles back to Harringtonâsâhungover as shitâŚlooking like that,â he gestures vaguely at your smeared makeup and bloodshot eyes, âthan take a ride from me?â
You remain quiet, so he proceeds with his rant.Â
âYâknow, when you ditched me last year, I figured you werenât, like, into me or whatever. But, Christ, what did I do to make you hate my guts?â
Your brow furrows in confusion. âI ditched you?â The thunderous headache makes it difficult to wrack your brain for the memory, but you definitely would recall ditching Eddie Munson. âI never did that.â
âLast April,â he begins, tone clipped and direct, âthe night we were supposed to finish our health projectââ
âYou ditched me.â
He shakes his head. âUh, no. I invited you to see my band play and then we would finish the project afterâwhich you agreed toâand then you never showed.â
âNo, you told me, and I quote, âCorroded Coffin has a gig at The Hideout at 8, and we can put the poster together after we play.â
âExactly!â
âExactly what?â It hurts to roll your eyes, but you do it anyway just to emphasize the absurdity of the situation. âThat wasnât an invitation; that was just you telling me what time the show starts.â
âWhat time it starts,â he says slowly, as though explaining it to a child. âIf I just wanted to meet up for the project, I wouldâve told you what time it ends.â His eyes narrow. âDo you really think I spent all that time doing research with you just to flake when we got to do the creative part?â
The missing pieces shift into the puzzle. Youâd been thrown off when Eddie had failed to show that night; youâd genuinely thought the two of you had forged some kind of friendship during your evenings at the Hawkins Library. But when midnight had rolled around, youâd given up altogether, gathered your notes, and made the poster alone.Â
âIâŚI didnât knowâŚâ you muse, mouth drier than it was before youâd drank water. âI thought you forgot, or didnât careâŚâ You press a tooth into your bottom lip and gnaw at the chapped skin. âTrust me, I never wouldâve ditched the guy Iââ
Youâd tried to cut yourself off before Eddie catches what youâd inadvertently implied, but itâs too late. âThe guy youâŚâ he gently goads. When you donât answer, he sits on the bed next to you and knocks his knee against yours. âWould it help if I told you that youâre the girl IâŚâ He tilts his head and peers at you through his deep brown eyes.
âMe?!â Thereâs no way heâs serious; you brace yourself for the âgotchaâ or some other punchline heâll inevitably toss your way.
To your surprise, there is none. âWhat can I say?â he shrugs. âIâm a total sucker for a goody-two shoes.â He stands up again, crossing his arms over his chest and pacing back and forth in the tiny room. âSo, since Iâm the guy that youâŚand youâre the girl that IâŚcan I interest you in some of the finest hangover food this town has to offer?â
âCan I brush my teeth first?â You grimace at the tang of last nightâs tequila that sticks to your molars. âUnless you also happen to be into girls with wicked morning breath.â
He chuckles, a true and hearty laugh, and itâs one of the most beautiful sounds youâve ever heard. âSpare toothbrush is in the top drawer,â he says, pointing towards the bathroom.Â
Once minty freshness has replaced stale booze, you wash the remnants of your makeup off of your face. You look a bit better; tired and hungover, but better.
Eddieâs dressed in ripped jeans and a faded concert tee, keys clenched in his palm. âReady?â he asks, leaning against the bedroom doorway.
âMhm.â You feel his hand ghost the small of your back as he leads you towards the front door, sending shivers of excitement down your spine.
âHey, by the way?âÂ
When you turn around, his lips are on yours. Itâs soft and sweet, just a bit more than a peck, but you can tell it took every ounce of courage for him to do it. You both take a small step back, swapping shy grins. Â
âEddie?â
âYeah?â
You take his empty hand and lace your fingers with his. âDoes Corroded Coffin still play at the Hideout?â
âEvery Tuesday at 8.â
âIâll be there.â
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Stayin' Alive
Day #17 - "This One's For You" | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Mention of Pre-Robin/Vickie | Tags: Post S4, But Eddie Lives, But Is Still Recovering, Getting Together, First Kiss, The Band Has a Surprise For Eddie at The Hideout, Steve Harrington Just Wants To Help, Henderson Too
Eddie didn't want to go, didn't want to be paraded anywhere in this town, not after the whole wrongly accused of a grizzly murder or three, saga. But the band was insistent that he come out tonight, and if he has to show his face somewhere in Hawkins, The Hideout isn't the worst place to be, he supposes. At least a few of the regulars here know him well enough to not expect him to skin them alive after the first set.
"You comfortable? Need anything? A drink?" Henderson asks in quick succession, hovering around, squirming, like it's his first time in the place. Come to think of it, it probably is.
"Henderson, just calm down. It's a bar, not Babylon," Eddie says dryly, and Dustin slumps in his chair.
"Just trying to help," Dustin says, petulant. Sullen.Â
"What's the little asshole doing now?" Steve asks, sprawling himself into the seat on the other side of Eddie.
Oh, thank god. Another adult.Â
"Thinks he's gonna be corrupted," Eddie answers, "Glad you made it, Harrington."
"Robin's still coming, but she's still trying to get Vickie to come with, but she's too scared to ask. So, that's not, you know, working out so well for her. Vickie's not all mind read-y, last I checked," Steve says, stretching his arm behind Eddie's chair, resting it lightly against his shoulders.Â
Eddie tries not to lean into the touch. Has to remind himself that Steve's just being friendly, and has been that way, since they got out of the Upside Down. All through his stay in the hospital, and rehab, and the weeks, months, spent at home, just trying to regain his strength and sense of normalcy.Â
Steve's been there, too close, too invested, and Eddie's dealt with it.Â
But tonight, here they are, out in public, and Steve's acting the same way.
Eddie kind of hates it.
Kind of loves it, too.
Steve is absentmindedly running his fingertips up and down Eddie's shoulder as he talks, and Eddie's not hearing a word he's saying. His whole body dialed in on those little movements, as Steve's brushing his t-shirt, ruffling the soft cotton against his skin.
He wants to lean in. He wants to lean away.
Mainly, he wants to run.Â
But that's definitely not an option, running isn't in the cards, not yet. Maybe not ever, so he's stuck here. Wedged between the nervous bundle of energy that is Dustin Henderson and the lazy relaxation of Steve Harrington.Â
It's hell. Pure hell.
They sit through the first two bands that aren't very good, and by the time Corroded Coffin is set to take the stage, Eddie's already exhausted. He feels eighty instead of twenty, but he's had a hard time bouncing back. Everything feels harder, and worse, and he'd really rather just be home in his bed, or chair, left alone.
Well, except for Steve and Henderson. And Wayne. None of them give him a moment's peace. They are a tag-team of mother hens, and Eddie's certain they have an internal schedule that never leaves him alone for longer than ten minutes. When Wayne or Dustin or Steve aren't there, can't be for whatever reason, Gareth is. Or Jeff. Or Goodie. Maybe all three at once. Showing up like clockwork, some flimsy excuse for their sudden arrival.Â
He's being babysat. Hardcore.Â
The band is ready on stage, and it feels weird, seeing the three of them up there without him. He knows he's not out, he's just not able, not yet. Can't quite play the guitar as well as he used to, and definitely can't stand long enough to play a full set.
So he's here, in the crowd, watching. It's a special kind of torture, he thinks. Watching his own band go on without him. It's not permanent, at least Eddie hopes it's not, but still. Torture.
"This one's for you, Eddie," Jeff says, and Eddie's eyes lock on the stage.Â
Gareth clicks his sticks together, counting them in, and Goodie comes in with a smokin' bass line, and Gareth's riding his cymbals, and Eddie perks up in his seat. This isn't, no wayâŚ
And it is.Â
Jeff's falsetto is something, that's for damn sure.Â
This is Stayin' Alive.
And Eddie laughs, really laughs, for the first time in months. Since maybe before spring break, and Steve is looking at him, like he's in awe, Eddie can feel it. But he can't look away from the stage. From his friends.
They play some of their own songs, and some more covers, but that one had been for Eddie and Eddie alone.
After, the band crowds around, and Eddie is happy to have them nearby again. He's missed them, and when it's time to go, Eddie is pawned off onto Steve to take home.Â
Steve helps him into the car, putting the walker in the backseat, folded up and out of the way. Eddie hates it. Hates everything about being laid up, still hurt, still weak.Â
"Everything good?" Steve asks, looking in his direction and Eddie nods. He's as comfortable as he's ever gonna be, at least, unmedicated.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"I'm glad you came out tonight," Steve says, looking in his direction, smiling, "I was worried Dustin wouldn't get you here."
"You don't have to worry about me, Harrington," Eddie says, and that just makes Steve smile harder for some reason.
"I'm always worried about you, Eddie," Steve says, and that can't possibly be true, and Eddie laughs.
Steve looks so fucking earnest, "Really. I'm happy you're here tonight. I'm happy you're anywhere tonight."
"Quit flirting with me, Harrington," Eddie teases, and it's funny for the brief second before Steve's face falls.
Shit.Â
No fucking way.
Eddie reaches out, leans over, snagging Steve's hand, "You're flirting with me?"
Steve kind of shrugs his shoulders, in the most non-committal way, but his face tells all his secrets.
"Steve?"
"A little. If you're not interested, if I'm-"
Eddie cuts him off, crushing their lips together.
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(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)
When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddieâs paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.
It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D⌠literally anything other than this.
"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."
"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."
"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."
"Eddie, c'mon-"
"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."
He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.
"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"
"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever afterâŚ" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."
"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."
Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."
"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."
"No."
Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-
"Eddie? Gareth?"
Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on⌠Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
Fuck. They can't tell her the truth â she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:
"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."
She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 â the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.
"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."
Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?
"OoohhhâŚ" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"
She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."
His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.
"You're annoying."
He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants â or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, andâŚ
It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.
His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is⌠isâŚ
"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.
"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."
"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."
She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.
"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"
Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!
"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"
"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.
(It better not â Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)
Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"
"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and heâŚ"
"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."
"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.
She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."
Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) â his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him foreverâŚ
Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person⌠she's a hurricane crashing into a house.
"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"
Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.
"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"
"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"
Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."
Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."
"I had stuff I needed to drop off."
"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."
Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.
Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, soâŚ" She looks at Steve, who nods.
"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"
Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?
"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we likeâŚ"
Holyshityesitis!
"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."
"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"
"I, uhâŚ" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine â he thought he was in the green!
"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.
Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."
"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."
Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.
They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.
The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.
The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."
"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"
Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.
"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.
Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.
"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.
This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.
"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San FranciscoâŚ" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.
Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."
"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.
"Nancy and Jonathan â they're our age â are chasing scoops in Afghanistan⌠" Robin says.
"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.
Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."
"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."
He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice⌠and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.
(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)
Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.
"I figured out where I've seen you before."
Eddie stiffens.
Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"
"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actuallyâŚ" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendarâŚ"
Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.
"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"
"November," Steve confirms, muffled.
"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation⌠I saw you."
Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.
"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you�' for years. Thank you so much!"
"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!
"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."
"All parents do," Lucas says.
Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"
Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."
That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.
And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whoreâŚ
All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.
Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.
The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:
"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"
"Huh?"
"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."
The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.
"Yes, it is," Gareth says.
"It's not," Max says.
"It is!"
"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"
She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.
Gareth swallows thickly. "It⌠wasn't for 2021."
"Yes, it was."
"How do you know?"
She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.
Gareth screams, "WHAT!"
"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"
She scoffs. "You know why â you've seen his pecs."
"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"
"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"
She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"
Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?
Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.
Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"
"You⌠don't know thatâŚ" Eddie wheezes.
Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."
"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.
Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.
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#the entire conversation in the van - and the purpose of max's role - came to me late at night#and i was so excited i could barely sleep afterward#everything fell into place after that#steddie fic: november paramedic#steddie#steddie fanfic#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#steve harrington#gareth stranger things#max mayfield#my writing#ok so about the car:#(first off i want to admit i know nothing about cars)#in the show steve drives a bmw 733i. the car is gorgeous imo. however while luxurious at the time it's not expensive today.#so i looked up modern luxury cars and found the 30 jahre m5 - the limited edition from when bmw m5 celebrated 30yrs in 2014#only 300 got made and only 30 were sold in the us. they were as you might imagine expensive.#so the story here is that steve got one for his 16th birthday (would've been in 2015 in this fic)#probably from a doting grandparent since i doubt his parents would've given something so expensive to a teen#fun fact: every 30 jahre m5 is colored 'frozen dark silver' (gray. they're fucking gray.)#but since it's NOT steve's car if it's not burgundy and since i've already erased covid's existence... i don't think this change matters
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or can u suggest any txt fic here (preferably the long ones w chapters) that u enjoyed?
sorry for the extremely extremely late reply but iâll list some long fics + txt seriesâs that ive enjoyed with some comments attached to each one. spoiler alert, a completed txt series is pretty hard to find lol
series
lover = lo$er (sub!gyu, virgin fic)
it would be easy to just straight up recommend every @/wildernessuntothemselves series and i might just succumb to that later on but this is pure submissive beomgyu heaven, served as my first real awakening and i would probably attribute most of my sub gyu writing to this fic alone. 10/10, has a love triangle bit and beomgyus kind of insane
criminal conscience (dom!gyu, crime au)
on the other side of the spectrum, this is pussy clenching dom beomgyu goodness and i dont think it gets better than this. the writing is so compelling it fully immerses you in the narrative, even im getting sucked in to beomgyuâs manipulation (whats new really), blaring red flags and all. its currently on hiatus though but i would catch up either way beomiracles is a pretty consistent writer, sheâd probably pick it up sooner or later :)
mosquito (soobin)
sorry this is going to be all over the place lol but this is also still ongoing (its only two parts in) but this writer is absolutely insane. narrative feels fleshed out and though it mainly follows soobinâs perspective and feelings, i am quite enjoying it so far. it has some idol x idol action as well, not the main focus of course but it is written in detail
one way (dom!beomgyu, themes of sadism)
this ones a three parter and its completed. by the same writer mentioned previously (soobrat), very very good storytelling, keeps you on your toes and has a hold on your emotions but like mentioned, it has a bit of an extremity in the smut and it is undeniably toxic but its good
sneaky link (dom yeonjun, the other woman trope)
i havent read this in a while but i remember staying up all night reading all of it lol. i would probably not recommend this to people who really cant read infidelity since thats what the fic is based around but it isnt cast in a very favorable light anyway. really toxic, seriously good
fuck you series (sub gyu, enemies to lovers, band au)
its really cute and the e2l set up is believable enough since theyre band rivals. beomgyu is so so so cute in this even if a little insufferable to mc lol. i would also recommend fairyofshampgyuâs now live series but its currently on an indefinite hiatus (its sooo good as well though so if youre willing, you should check it out)
nabi (best friends to lovers beomgyu, no smut)
two parts in, not completed but im following it currently and god i love them together their dynamic is soooo fun to read, you wont get bored
jerk! (enemies to lovers, beomgyu fic, no smut)
its another band au and its also ongoing. there isnt a consistent update schedule so that might be a minus but the most recent chapter was from a month ago so its safe to say it hasnt been left in the dust (thank god). very very good writing, excited to see how their relationship takes off
bullying choi soobin (sub soobin)
submissive soobin and its good, of course im recommending this. its finished and a 4 parter
sugar (dom!yeonjun, dom!gyu)
unfortunately probably forever incomplete but i love it and i might actually go back to reading it for the third time
let me into your world (non smut beomgyu series)
i havent read a soulmate premise in sooo long so this was refreshing to read, good stuff
supermodel (dom gyu and sub i believe)
its just. Amazing. a two parter but a goodie
the city that never sleeps (bsf smut)
also two parts but both parts are pretty long, really good stuff
ok for the life of me i cannot find this one huening series where he was getting bullied by reader and they were secretly fucking?? that one was literally perfect submissive men shit so if you find it if youve struck gold
long full fics (6k+)
telepathy (fantasy, dom!gyu)
a little out of the box compared to all the fics ive recommended so far and thats what makes it so special and good
duality (dom!kai)
i actually havent read this one yet but i will soon, i just thought id add it here anyway since i know ill love it
killer instinct (taehyun fic)
very plot heavy and it centers taehyun mainly. i could go ahead and cheat and just list out every single koqabear fic lmao but this ones a gem, very happy i set aside the time to read it
the redemption of choi yeonjun (dom!yj)
im not personally a fan of the trope but when it was originally teased the smut sounded heavenly and honestly, it is. such a good dom yeonjun here but beware hes a little (a lot) mean lol. he changes by the end
like cat and mouse! (sub gyu, inexperienced)
again, worth the reading time investment. i love submissive gyu, he is everything here and more
love love love (sub gyu, royal au)
i have probably read this a total of 30 times
i hate you (enemy!beomgyu, dom beomgyu)
ok sorry im cheating here a bit this isnt long but its so good you should check it out anyway
#hopefully this is a weeks worth of reading#i swear ive read more but combing my shit memory with tumblrs shit search function#is not the best#âś ââ rana ; answered
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Chapter One
Summary: How does Asahi find himself in these situations? He wasnât the tough and scary guy everyone made him out to be. Why canât someone just give him a chance? Thatâs what he thought until he met herâŚ
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings: So much FLUFF! Dealing with self-doubt and anxiety. I didnât write Atsumuâs slang dialogue but maybe Iâll edit in the future.
A/N: My contribution to Asahi x Reader content. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST BOY!! GIF credit to @akaashikoutarou
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Today is the day. January 5th. Everyoneâs hard work and determination will be put to the test on this day. A day where volleyball teams from all over Japan, the best from each prefecture, will meet with one another and have a chance to battle on the orange court.Â
Today marks Day One in the All Japan High School Volleyball Championship. Otherwise known as the Spring Tournament.
The victor of each battle will be one step closer to reaching the summit, a place that is only reserved for one winning team.Â
But until then, each team must go through the wringer and the emotional ties that come when playing the best of the best. Not only are the team members fighting for themselves to place a respectable standing in the tournament, they are also carrying the weight of their schoolâs pride and honor on their shoulders. The pressure that the Spring Tournament has always been great, but itâs even greater for those teams who are participating for the first time.
Teams such as the Karasuno High School Volleyball team.
A twelve member volleyball team from the Miyagi prefecture. For the past few years, Karasuno has fallen from their powerhouse status, but it seems that has all changed. Because now, here they are competing in the Spring Tournament for the first time in years.
Their methods of offense and defense were amazing to watch. It was almost too beautiful to describe but then again the concept is all the same: just keep the ball in play.Â
â(Y/N)-san!âÂ
The third-year manager tore her gaze away from the orange court to meet with the familiar brown eyes of Miya Atsumu, the second-year setter of their volleyball team.Â
âHey Atsumu.â She greeted the popular setter with a smile before scanning the area around them. âWhereâs Osamu?â
âThat scrub is probably stuffing his face.â He huffed as he stood next to her. His eyes peered down at the active court. âWhat are you even doing here?â
(Y/N) followed his gaze and smiled. âJust want to check out the competition. Iâm curious as to who our next opponent will be.â
âWhoâs playing?â
âTsubakihara Academy and Karasuno High.â
Atsumu furrowed his brow at the mention of the latter school. Heâs sure that Goody-Two Shoes setter came from there.Â
âAre they any good?â
He waited for her answer but when he didnât receive one, the twin looked at her. Usually the older girl always had an answer for his questions, however silly the questions were. It was something Atsumu liked about (Y/N). No matter what silly antics he, his twin, and the rest of the volleyball team partook in, (Y/N) was always there to keep them in check. It was something Aran and Kita, her best friends, valued her for and the coach couldnât agree more.Â
Of course, there were times she played along with their shenanigans. It was why she got along so well with everyone on the team. As a manager, the girl knew there were times to be serious but also to just enjoy the moments with the best team she ever had. Even the annoying moments of Suna and the Miya twins prying into her non-existent love life. Take the conversation she had with them from last week.
Flashback
âYou rejected another guy, (Y/N)-senpai.â Osamu commented as he ate his lunch. âHow many is that now?â
His twin answered for her. âIâm pretty sure that makes him Unlucky Schmuck #5. But that guy didnât even have a chance.â
âOh?â (Y/N) stopped taking her notes and decided to indulge in the conversation. âAnd whyâs that? Kenjiâs a nice guy.â
âEasy because heâs boring. You donât want to date a boring guy, do you?â
âThe most interesting thing about him is that heâs on the basketball team.â Osamu piped in, reaching over the table to get some of her chips. âHeâs not even on the starting line up.â
âHis last post was just a picture of the ocean.â Suna piped in, his eyes showed so much disinterest in Unlucky Schmuck #5âs profile account. He showed his phone to her. âSee?â
âSo? That doesnât mean heâs boring. Besides, I like the ocean. Thatâs why I liked his post.â
Suna rolled his eyes and turned off his phone. He leaned all his weight over (Y/N)âs shoulder. âThatâs because youâre nice.â
âSometimes too nice.â She grumbled as she jerked her shoulder so Suna could get off her and then slap the gray haired twinâs hand away from her chips. She looked back at Atsumu and said, âBut Iâm still waiting for the right guy to come around.â
The setter grinned. âThen quit waiting because Iâm right here.â
Osamu and Suna scoffed, which irked Atsumu. âArenât you Unlucky Schmuck #1?â
âAm not!â
âGot the video on my phone if you want to relive it again.â Suna smirked as he taunted Atsumu with a wave of his phone. The video was pure gold. No way was he going to delete it. He needed all the memories, especially embarrassing moments of the Miya twins.
âWell, Iâm glad you three are so interested in my love life but I already have my hands full dealing with you guys. I donât need a jealous boyfriend on top of your crazy fangirls. My anxiety would not be able to handle it. Besides, nationals are literally next week. â
The twins pouted in unison when the manager mentioned their fangirls.Â
âThen get a guy whoâll understand. Iâm sure thereâs someone-â
âIâm right here-!â Atsumu exclaimed but was cut short when his twin hit the back of his head and at the same time Suna kicked his foot. âQuit abusing me!â
Suna ignored him and continued on. âWhoever this schmuck is, heâs going to be the luckiest guy in Japan.â
âHe better be good at volleyball.â Atsumu grumbled, his head on the table. âThatâs all Iâm asking.â
Osamu joined his twinâs line of thinking. âPreferably from a powerhouse. The guy canât be from a weak team. And cook some good food.âÂ
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the Miya twins. Of course, they would say something like that. She looked back at Suna and asked, âDo you have a requirement for my future significant other?â
Suna thought for a moment before answering her question. âAs long as he cares for you.â
âThanks Suna.âÂ
âBut the moment he hurts you,â Atsumu began.
âHe has to deal with everyone on the team.â Osamu finished his brotherâs sentence.
(Y/N) grinned at their protectiveness. âThanks Unlucky Schmuck #1 and #2.â
âHey!â/ âDonât call me that!â The twins exclaimed in unison causing the middle blocker and manager to laugh once more.
End of Flashback
âEarth to (L/N) (Y/N)! Can you hear me, manager? This is future champion setter, Atsumu, speaking! Talk to me!â
(Y/N) blinked and tore her eyes away from the orange court. âHuh? What did you say?â
Atsumu narrowed his eyes and leaned close to (Y/N)âs face, causing the girlâs face to heat up. She quickly stepped back and looked away from the twinâs observant gaze.Â
âWhat?â She asked him.
âWho were you looking at?â
âNo one in particular. Just Karasuno's team in general.âÂ
She answered way too quickly and they both knew it. Atsumu grinned at his senpaiâs poor attempt to lie. âSomeone caught your eye?â
âShouldnât you be practicing your sets?â
âOh no, donât you avoid my question, (Y/N). Besides, my sets are perfect.â He turned his focus on the volleyball players that were still competing below. âWhoâs the guy? Better not be that Goody-Two Shoes.â
(Y/N) furrowed her brow. âI donât know who youâre talking about.â
âKarasunoâs #9. Kageyama Tobio.â
She looked at the roster and found the person Atsumu was talking about. She then looked back at the match that was still playing.Â
âWait a minute. Is this the same Goody-Two Shoes that you met at the National training camp?â
Atsumu huffed and nodded. His eyes narrowed at the impressive set Tobio just did. âYeah, thatâs him alright. Piece of work that guy. Always setting the ball exactly how the spiker wants it. Such a Goody-Two Shoes.â
âOh my god, Atsumu. Heâs just a first year student. Give him a break.â She paused for a moment before she asked, âDid you actually call him a Goody-Two Shoes?
The Inarizaki setter was just about to answer when he saw the familiar glare on his managerâs face. âOf course not.â
âYouâre such a liar.â She scolded him as she flicked his forehead. âYou always have to psych someone out and cause trouble.â
âWhatever! Itâs not like I hurt his feelings. I was just telling him the truth. Ainât nothing wrong with that.â
Just as she was about to reply, there was the familiar sound of a volleyball being slammed to the ground. Soon after, the announcerâs voice echoed throughout the stadium. âAnd Karasunoâs ace, Azumane Asahi, just did a flawless service ace!â
(Y/N)âs eyes searched for the mentioned ace. #3. The third-year wing spiker. A guy with long brown hair styled in a bun. He looked older than the rest of the team with his tall and strong build and with the service ace earlier, Azumane has proven himself that heâs the ace of the team.
He looked intimidating, just like how Aran would be when he was on a roll. But for some reason, Karasunoâs ace, didnât scare her.Â
âItâs his smile. He has a beautiful smile.â (Y/N) thought as she watched the ace high-fived his teammates. âIt looks like heâs enjoying himself⌠Having the time of his life.â
The pair of students watched the match until it reached its conclusion with Karasuno winning the second set. Which means theyâll advance to the second round where theyâll face their own team. Tomorrowâs match: Inarizaki vs Karasuno. It will be an interesting match that would guarantee to excite the crowd.
âWell, at least we know who weâre going to beat tomorrow.â Atsumuâs eyes shimmered in excitement, knowing tomorrowâs match will be a battle between setters. He couldnât wait to prove to everyone who the better setter was. âCome on, (Y/N), letâs get out of here. The team is probably waiting for us to go out for lunch.â
âSure.âÂ
As Atsumu led the way, (Y/N) looked over her shoulder where her eyes landed on the members of Karasunoâs volleyball team cheering for joy. The aceâs smile was infectious as she felt her own lips smile as well.Â
~
âHey, Atsumu. You go ahead. I want to buy another T-shirt while Iâm here. Iâll catch a bus to the hotel.â
âYou sure? I can wait-â Atsumuâs stomach decided it was the perfect moment to announce its hunger out loud.Â
(Y/N) laughed as the setter tried to cease his stomachâs rumbling. âJust go, âTsumu. Iâll be fine on my own.â
âFine! But hurry, will you? You know how âSamu gets when heâs hungry.â
The two parted ways. It always surprised her how large the crowd gets during intermission. She had to dodge and weave to avoid the hurdle of students carrying band instruments. She was successful and luckily the T-shirt stand was right there. There were so many options to consider and she was just about to make a selection when there was a sudden loud CRASH.Â
The noise caused her to stiffen in fright, she looked behind her to find someone had dropped a pair of cymbals.
âCan someone pick those up?â A girl asked her bandmates.
âI got them.â A bright-eyed boy volunteered.
(Y/N) remembered to breathe to calm her nerves as she gave the worker of the T-shirt stand a wobbly smile. âCan I have-â
âHey, you! Look out!â
While the boy meant to be helpful, everything went downhill from there. When the boy bent down to pick up the cymbals, he accidentally bumped the nearby bass drum causing it to fall out of its little wagon. The large drum began to roll away, causing the crowd to panic.Â
(Y/N) looked behind her and saw that the drum was heading right towards her. She was just about to move when she felt a warm hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the way. She watched as two guys her age, one with dark hair and the other with silver hair, stopped the drum from crashing into the T-shirt stand.Â
âA-Are you okay, miss?â A maleâs voice, deep with concern, asked her. âAre you hurt?â
âY-Yeah. Thanks for that-â (Y/N)âs ability to talk disappeared when she saw the face of her hero. It was Karasunoâs ace, Azumane Asahi.Â
And he looked even more handsome up close. She had to step back - not because she was scared of him but because she could feel her heart going into overdrive being so close to the guy she was beginning to have a crush on.
âMiss?â
âHeâs talking to you, dummy! Talk back!â
âOh, um, yeah! Thanks again.â (Y/N) gave him a smile. âYouâre Azumane, right? From Karasuno? I just watched your match. You were amazing, especially with that service ace.â
Asahiâs POV
A girl was talking to him.Â
A pretty girl. Willingly talking. To him.Â
It was enough to cause his brain to short circuit. He waited for the girl to come to her senses and realize that she was supposed to be scared of him, like how everyone else he came across. But to his surprise, the pretty girl was still talking to him. She didnât have an ounce of fear in her eyes and the gentle smile she gave him made him feel better about himself. And to make matters even better, she was giving him compliments.
And he wasnât the only one who noticed.
Daichi and Suga came up on either side of him and saw the girl. Asahi didnât have to look at them to know his friends were giving each other a knowing smile behind his back.
The two introduced themselves to the girl who in turn introduced herself.
âMy name is (L/N) (Y/N). Iâm from Inarizaki High School in HyĹgo. I came here with my team.â
âYou must be really good if you made it to Nationals.â Suga complimented.
She shook her head. âOh no. Iâm just the manager for the volleyball team. I was just telling your ace here how good your team was during your match.â
âWe were nervous at first but we managed to get through this round.â Daichi told her. âThe other team surprised us with that underhand serve.â
âReally? You manage to adapt to it very well.â
âWe couldnât have done it without this guy!â Suga slapped his hand against Asahiâs back. âWould you believe me if I told you he was single?â
âS-Suga!â He shouted in embarrassment. âW-Why w-would you say that?!â
âOh come on, Asahi,â Daichi placed his hand on his shoulder. âItâs not like heâs lying. Besides, we're all single too.â
âY-Yeah but that doesnât mean she is.â
âSorry to break the news but Iâm single just like you.âÂ
He was shocked to hear that the girl in front of him was actually single. She was breathtaking. Literally. And she was so nice to him.
âMy team thinks otherwise. They keep pushing me to have a boyfriend, but I have my hands full managing them and their crazy fangirls. A jealous boyfriend isnât something I need, you know?â
âOh, well, thatâs reasonable. Maybe you need to find someone whoâs understanding,â Suga elbowed his side. âRight, Asahi?â
âU-Um yeah?â What is Suga up to?
âItâs a good thing there are guys, like Asahi, in the world. Heâs actually quite sensitive. The only time he feels confident is when heâs on the court.â
âDaichi, what are you doing?â He whispered, the heat from his neck began to crept onto his face. Is his face red? Can she tell?
âOh, no. Look at the time. Daichi, we need to go.â Suga announced, grabbing the captainâs shoulders and pushing him in a random direction. âWe have that meeting with the coach. Right now. Remember?â
âThatâs right, Suga.â Daichi gave him a knowing smile, a smile that he knew meant trouble. âAsahi, why donât you stay here with (L/N)? Make sure sheâs safe from any more runaway instruments.â
âIt was nice meeting you two! Good luck tomorrow! Youâre going to need it. The boys of the Inarizaki team love a good challenge. Donât disappoint them.â
âRight back at you.â
He watched as his friends walked away, leaving him alone with the girl who caused his anxiety to skyrocket to a whole new level. Not even Kiyoko made him feel like this.
âYou're lucky to have such good friends, Azumane.â She told him, her voice bringing him out of his thoughts. âI bet thereâs never a dull moment when you three are together.â
He laughed as he rubbed his neck out of habit. âBeen that way since we were first years. Though the first and second years bring all the crazy.â
âI know exactly what you mean. The second years on the team love making my life crazy. I love them but sometimes they can be a bit much. Especially during Nationals. Speaking of which, is this your first time?â
âYeah. And with this being my last year, I guess I should be grateful that Iâm even here.â
He was so lost in his own world of self-deprecation that he didnât notice what she was doing. Not until her fist punched his chest. It wasnât gentle or strong, somewhere in between, but her touch didnât surprise him.Â
It was her eyes that surprised him. They seemed to shine with determination and, for some reason or another, inspire confidence. Even her voice was firm.
âDonât sell yourself short, Asahi. Your team didnât get here by chance. You all earned a spot here. You deserve to be here.â
Was it possible for a heart to beat so hard against a personâs ribs? Maybe itâs a medical condition? Because never before had he felt so anxious yet empowered. He wondered if (Y/N) could feel his heart underneath her hand.Â
âIâm not saying you should just get over yourself because we all have experienced some level of negative emotion in our lives, right? And itâs not as easy as turning a page in a book. Trust me I know. So believe me when I say this, itâs okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, youâll find solace in someone.â
There was another feeling. He couldnât find a label for it, but he could describe it. A warm sensation that bloomed from his chest to every cell in his body the moment she said his name. Not his surname. His actual name. Asahi. His brain felt as though it had melted inside his skull. But by some miracle, he found his voice again.
âYou⌠You think so?â He asked her. âAbout me being here?â
Why was he asking her this? Just a few minutes ago, she was a stranger. She could just lie to make him feel better but he had a feeling (Y/N) wasnât like that.Â
âAre you kidding? I saw it with my own eyes.â She stepped back and mimicked a serve. The smile on her lips complimented the excitement in her eyes. âIâve seen a lot of players these past three years, all of them possessing some kind of amazing skill. But youâre⌠Special.â
âBecause Iâm the ace?â
She smiled up at him. âThatâs part of it, but if Iâm being honest here I think youâre special even without the title of ace. The match from today proved it to me and Iâm sure youâll see it soon enough.â
âSee what?â
âYour true self-worth.â
Normal POV
(Y/N) watched as Asahi mulled over her words and she hoped it gave him some confidence. While she didnât know him all too well, Asahi looked like a nice enough guy. A bit self-conscious about his abilities, but hopefully she helped him loosen the strangling roots of insecurity that surrounded him.
Why did she care so much in helping him? Well, he did save her. The least she could do is give him some encouragement. She frowned at the thought. No⌠There must be something else she could do to give her thanksâŚ
Her eyes wandered to the T-shirt stand and an idea was formed.
âHey Asahi-san, let me buy you a T-shirt. Itâs the least I could do since you saved me and all.â
âOh, you donât have to do that. Really. As long as you're okay-â
She shook her head, grabbed his hand, and led him to the T-shirt stand. âCome on, please. You can choose whatever shirt you like. Consider it a gift.â
âG-Gift?â Asahi stammered and she couldnât help but find his stammering cute. âFrom you?â
A small chuckle escaped her lips. âYes from me. It wouldnât make sense if it was someone else. Let me do this for you.â
Asahi contemplated for a moment before agreeing. The worker of the T-shirt stand, who watched their interaction the whole time, was extremely kind to them as (Y/N) picked her choice as well. Asahi stood awkwardly by, waiting for the transaction to be finished.
âYou two would make a cute couple.â The worker said, quiet enough so only she could hear. âYou should go for him.â
âYou think so?â (Y/N) asked as she discreetly peered over her shoulder to look at the guy who made her feel all warm and fuzzy.Â
âBelieve it or not,â The worker handed her the two bags, hers and Asahiâs, âBefore the whole chaos started, you already caught his eye. His two friends tried to get him to talk to you but I guess he was too nervous.â
(Y/N) smiled widely at this. Maybe he liked her too? She hoped so because the feeling was definitely mutual. Only one way to find out...
âHey, do you have a pen and paper I can use?â
~
Turns out the two third-years were heading in the same direction. By some cosmic fate, Asahi and his team were staying at the inn right next to the hotel she was staying in with her own team. So during the whole bus ride there, they got to know more about each other.
Asahi learned about (Y/N)âs favorite foods, hobbies, and even her future dream of attending the university in Tokyo. He laughed at the stories she shared about the Inarizaki team members. And (Y/N) was happy to learn more about him. She learned that he was close to the libero of his team, he has taste in fashion, and that his birthday just passed four days ago.
All too soon, they reached their destination. They walked side by side until they reached the point where the path forked, one way led to her hotel while the other led to Asahiâs inn.
She turned to face him and flashed him another smile. âThanks for your company, Asahi-san. It was really nice getting to know you.â
âSame here, (Y/N)-san.â Asahi replied, his voice no longer nervous around her. âAnd thanks again for the shirt. Iâll make sure to take care of it. I want it to last for years.â
âItâs no problem. After all, you did save me.â Her fingers rubbed the plastic material of her bag out of nerves. âWell, I should get going. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âY-Yeah, see you.âÂ
Asahiâs POV
With her back turned, there was sudden pull in his heart, as if begging for her to stay.
â(Y/N)! Wait!â
He was surprised to hear his voice sound so firm but she brought that feeling out of him. He didnât want her to leave. Not yet. He enjoyed talking to (Y/N). She was so understanding, kind, and ever so confident. Their time together felt so short but at the same time so long. Those moments with her⌠He wanted more of those moments.Â
And the moment his eyes met with her hopeful ones, he knew he had to at least try to ask for her number.
âYes, Asahi?â
Oh, god. She looked so pretty⌠He wondered if (Y/N) knew the effect she has on him. The initial confidence he had was beginning to fade, but he steeled his nerves and took a deep breath.
âI was wondering, i-if itâs okay with you, that w-we could-â
â(Y/N)-SENPAI!â A guy with blond hair called out to her.
Right next to him was another guy, identical to the first only with silver hair, yelled, âWEâRE WAITING FOR YOU! IâM STARVING!â
âWHAT âSAMU SAID!â
âThey must be the Miya twins.â He thought.
(Y/N) sighed before answering back, âGive me a minute!â She turned back and offered him a sheepish look. âSorry about that Asahi. What were you saying?â
Over her shoulder, he saw the Miya twins frowning at him all the while staring daggers in his direction. His confidence, the little bit he had in supply, disappeared into thin air. He stammered out a reply, âNever mind. U-Um⌠Get a good nightâs sleep. T-Take care of yourself.â
(Y/N)âs smile melted. Was that disappointment in her eyes? But she quickly recovered and offered him a bittersweet smile, âOh, um, thanks Asahi. Good luck tomorrow.â
âBye.â
âBye.â She turned around and began to make her way to the twins when stopped in her tracks. âOh, and Asahi-san?â
âYeah?â He felt his heart hitch up to his throat when they made eye contact once again. Her eyes were a lovely shade of (E/C) filled with warmth and kindness.Â
âDonât be so hard on yourself the next few days. Remember what I said. Your team is lucky to have you as their ace. So do your best tomorrow. Iâm sure youâll do great.â She glanced down at the plastic bag containing the shirt she bought for him. âI hope you like the shirt. Consider it a birthday gift from me.â
And with that, the girl he developed to have feelings for walked away, but not before she gave one last smile that made his heart expand three times its size.Â
~
âAsahi! Youâre back!â Nishinoyaâs loud voice echoed throughout the room where Karasuno's team was staying. âIs what Daichi and Suga are saying true? You met a girl?!â
Tanaka joined in his friendâs interrogation. âYeah, Asahi! Daichi didnât want to say anything but Suga said you saved her life!â
âWas she pretty?â
âWhat school does she go to?â
âWhat was she like?â
âWhatâs her name?â
âWe need details!â The two second-years yelled out in unison. Their eyes shimmering in excitement as they waited for answers.Â
âUh, w-wellâŚâ
âAlright, thatâs enough you two.â Daichi grabbed their shirt collars and pulled them back. âGive Asahi a break. Heâs had an eventful day.â
âYeah, come on, Asahi, let's get you a drink from the vending machine.â Suga offered, his hand already pushing him out of the room.
âIâm not thirsty-â
âYes, you are.â Suga interrupted. âOur treat. Well, Daichiâs treat since heâs buying.â
The trio of third-years walked downstairs and true to Sugaâs words, Daichi bought them a round of their favorite drink.
âOkay, spill! Donât leave out a single detail. I want to know everything.â Suga pressed, just as Nishinoya and Tanaka were a few minutes ago.
âSuga, calm down.â Daichi told him. âYou're worse than Nishinoya and Tanaka combined.â
âOh, come on, Daichi,â Suga complained. âYou want to know just as badly as I do.âÂ
âOk, fine.â The captain admitted before turning to the ace. âSo how did it go with (Y/N)?â
âDetails.â Suga reminded him.Â
So he told his friends everything that happened when they left them alone. How she raised his spirits, believing in his self-worth as an ace. How her words inspired him. How she made him feel nervous one moment and confident the next. How she bought him a new shirt as a gift.
âShe sounds awesome for you, Asahi.â Suga complimented. âAnd if I remember correctly, doesnât she fit your description of your ideal dream girl?â
âI mean- Yeah. Sheâs great but-â
Daichi interrupted him. âBut what, Asahi? You're both single and youâre definitely interested in each other.â
âHow do you know that? I mean she did say she wasnât looking for a boyfriend.â
âShe said she didnât need a jealous boyfriend.â Daichi reminded him. âYouâre the most sensitive guy I know.â
âIs that a compliment?â
âThis time it is.â
âSeriously, Asahi,â Suga placed his hand on his shoulder. âWhy do you think I highlighted your star qualities? You take other peopleâs feelings into account. She helped build your confidence. And you just told us, how you had a great time talking to her where it sounds like she did too. Youâre literally perfect for each other.â
âYou think so?â He asked, sounding hopeful. âI do like her. Do you think she likes me?â
âDude, she wasnât scared of you, she held down a meaningful conversation with you, and she even bought you a shirt.â Suga listed, his grin growing by the minute. â(Y/N) likes you.â
The small flame of hope in his heart, fueled by his friendsâ words, began to burn brightly. He couldnât wait to see her again. Even if sheâll be on the sidelines on the opposing teamâs side, heâll still be happy.
âSo what will you do next, ace?â Daichi asked, crossing his arms. Suga did the same thing as they waited for a response. âWill you let this opportunity slip away?â
âNo way.â
His friends grinned, happy to see their glass-hearted friend sound so confident.
~
It was nightfall. Everyone took a rain check and turned in early, knowing that the next day will be just as hard as the first. The only person not asleep was him. He volunteered to shower last as it gave him the chance to relive the afternoon.
How was he going to talk to her tomorrow? Will she want him to talk to her? His team is playing against hers tomorrow⌠If they win tomorrow, will she be angry and ignore him?Â
Shaking his head at the thought, he finished his nightly routine. He decided to wear the shirt (Y/N) bought for him. He grabbed the bag and unfolded the shirt. Carefully as if it was woven by the most precious fabric in the world. In his mind, the T-shirt was a treasure given to him by an angel.
For some reason, he recalled (Y/N)âs words, âSo believe me when I say this, itâs okay to express those feelings. Maybe one day, youâll find solace in someone.â
He hoped she believed that to be true because he might have found that someone.Â
The sound of paper falling caught his attention. At first he thought it was just the discarded T-shirt tags, when his eyes landed on a simple piece of folded notebook paper in the sink. He picked it up, unfolded it, and his heart stopped for the third time? Fourth? Maybe fifth?
In clean and elegant handwriting, the note displayed:
I hope this isnât weird of me to do this, but I didnât want to lose this chance. So this is me making the first move because while I try to play it cool, you make me nervous. (Hard to believe, right?) Anyways, this is my number: XXX-XXX-XXXX.Â
We can just talk if you want. You seem like a cool guy and I still want to get to know you. If you donât, Iâll understand. Anyways, Iâll cut this note short. Good luck tomorrow! Donât hold back against Inarizaki.Â
P.S: I hope your friends were telling the truth earlier.
~
Normal POV
(Y/N) ditched her cards the moment she heard her phone let out a small ding, signaling a new message.
âHey, you canât just do that in the middle of the game!â Atsumuâs voice called out.
She ignored him as she jumped on her bed and grabbed her phone. Her heart was racing as she quickly unlocked her phone, but then it expanded at the sight of the message that read:
Hey, it's Asahi. Is this (Y/N)-san?
Her face broke into a wide smile. Her thumbs danced over the keyboard as she typed out a reply:
Asahi! Yeah, itâs me. Iâm glad you found my note.
She watched as the three dots appeared, signaling that Asahi was typing. God, he has no idea the effect he has on her.
It was a nice surprise. A bit of a shock, but itâs very much welcomed. The shirt fits by the way. I think itâs my new favorite.Â
Another message appeared after the first and she felt every atom in her body seemed to explode after reading it.
By the way, my friends were telling the truth. I canât wait to see you tomorrow.
~
This was the first page of a story where two individuals found solace in one another.
~
Next: Chapter 2
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Naga; Unorthodox Gift
scales, wrapping around, poisonous
Day 6 of @yandere-sinsâ Monstober and @ozzginâs Yantober đ
CW: brief mention of murder, Darling who overthinks and has a lot of self-doubt, the Naga is very suggestive and flirtatious
âPsssssssssst~â
You flinch and brandish your dagger at the flick of a serpentine tongue against the shell of your ear. âHow many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?! One of these days Iâm gonna stab you on accident!â
The Naga laughs, languidly descending from the tree branch. âSssssssorry~!â
He began to talk about everything heâd been up to lately, voice quiet and smooth. The Naga had been sleepier, moving more slowly as the days shortened and cooled. It at least made you feel a little bit safer around your strange friend. You, a city guard, hanging around with a monster whose ancestors probably emerged from the bowels of hell⌠oh, what would your comrades sayâŚ?
Probably what they always did: that you were too soft for the job.
And they were right, werenât they? What kind of guard frees a monster from a trap and then helps nurse him back to health?
The Naga presses closer to you, wrapping his tail around your ankle. âHey, humannnnnn. Why arenât you lissssstening to me? You made me wait ssssssooooo loooooong to sssssee you again.â
âMaybe if youâd bother to remember my name Iâd bother to listen to you prattle on,â you snap.
âOooh, ssssomeoneâssss ssssscalessss are a bit tender today, hmmm?â The Naga raises a scaled ridge, tilting his head. âA nameâssss a powerful thing, you know. Youâd do well to keep it clossssssse to your chessssst.â
The Naga inspects his own claws with a pout, wondering just how many people heâd have to kill so the only two who know your name are you and him.
âUgh, I⌠Iâm just frustrated lately. Itâs not fair for me to take it out on you, though.â You grimace at yourself, ever the guilt-ridden goody-goody.
The Naga grins and leans closer. The flash of his fangs make your heart race like the scared little mouse he teases you for being sometimes. âPerhapsss I could⌠help you unwind?â
You feel heat rush to your cheeks at the implication. âO-oh, no, I-Iâm fineâŚâ
âHmmmm, what a sssssshame,â the Nagaâs smile turns teasing, head drooping at an unnatural angle as he fakes another pout. âOh wellâŚâ
The two of you sit in silence for a moment. You can feel his gaze slithering across your skin as your gaze turns to the rest of the forest, but somehow the cool breeze is still enough to calm your heart.
âHere,â he finally interrupts the silence, unusually solemn.
You look back to him questioningly. He gently takes your hand and lowers a necklace with a little glass jar, closing his fingers around yours.
âI want you to have thissss. Ssssome of my venom. Ussssse it on your blade. Not all⌠monssssterssss⌠will be asssss friendly assssss I am.â He scoffs wryly at describing himself as a monster. âHumansssss, either.â
He tilts his head again, lips curling into a mischievous grin, âandâŚ. If you ever change your mind about needing sssssome ssssstresssss relief, you might try a little tasssste of my venom. It isssss quite relaxing, when ingessssssted and not⌠introduced to a wound.â
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is it possible for a Bridget x Reader where Red found out not only her mother's different personality in the past but also a has a childhood friend that both Bridget and reader has feelings towards one another is too shy about it but in the original timeline Reader was never mentioned because reader died in an accident that people assumed that it was Bridget fault because she is a monster and red also plans to prevent reader's death
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Bridget Hearts 𩷠x reader
Kinda changed a bit but I still hope you like it!!!
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"Bridget. You're better than this. I know that what happened was hard for you, but that was ages ago" Ella pleaded desperately trying to stop her ex best friend from taking over Auradon.
"Hard? It was excruciating, I relive it every day since" the queen coldly exclaimed.
"We all do. She was like a dream, but she is gone now. We have to move on Bridget"
"Don't you dare speak of her in my presence! You did not care back then." The Queen yelled out. "Now kneel" she gestured with her hand.
"I will never kneel to a tyrant"
"She's denied a royal order. What do we do about that, darling?" The Red Queen turned to her daughter smiling ear to ear. But don't let it get you. It's not the nice kind.
"Look, all you have to do is swear allegiance. Is that so hard?" Red butt in to Cinderella, she knew it was about to go down.
"If it means compromising everything I stand for, yes."
"Who are you loyal to Red? These strangers or your mother? Now make me proud for once" Bridget took a hold of Red's face, grinning like she was about to win. She was of course.
"Come on Bridget, even your daughter knows it's wrong, she can't do it" This sentence made something snap in Red, like a force pulling her towards the bad, a little devil sitting on her shoulder. But she felt vulnerable. Did she really want that? Her heart thumped in her chest."Treason! She's guilty of treason, and that means off with her head!" Wrong, it felt so wrong, to the point she felt dizzy, the whole world spinning.
"Exactly right, my dear! Off with her head!" The royal guards began walking the other queen, her daughter desperately trying to pry the others away. Red coming straight at her, her spinning head did not help in trying to take out the pocket watch and steadying her posture.
But she did, and what happened next was not what she expected..
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"Now great! We traveled 20 years back in time! Fucking excellent Red" Chloe yelled, angered as her mother was just sentenced to death by the very girl standing beside her
"Calm down, little goody princess pop star. I meant to sent us back just a few minutes so i could take my mothers cards, but it took us here. I certainly did not mean to take you with me" Red remarked, thinking hard about why she ended up in this exact moment.
"Well, we're here now, so might as well undo whatever made your mom so evil" Chloe paced back and forth, clutching her sword tightly in her hand, something she did often while being stressed beyond heavens.
"And how exactly are you planning to prevent murder, Chloe?" The princess of Wonderland asked sarcastically. Because truly, how were they supposed to do it? They didn't know who did it, how, when, and where. It was all a mystery to them. It's like this death was completely erased from existence. No one mentioned it. After all, why would you reminisce such a sad and sudden death that became a start to many years of misery and tyranny of one of the cruelest rulers known of."We could at least, i don't know...try? My mom said it happened after a talk about flamingos?" What? Was she joking, really?
"Let's just look for our mothers for now."
And thats what they did, what brought them to this exact moment.
"Hey my love, how are these cupcakes you talked about?" A strange girl sat down on one of the benches in the school halls looking at Bridget, Red's mom, with such loving eyes just begging for an ounce of touch from the pink one. She must have heard her pleads as she sat down on her lap, throwing her arm around the others neck.
"They are great! I saved you one or two...plates" Bridget grinned. She could never do too little for the girl she was so desperately in love with. Although they claimed to be just bestest of best friends, too shy to admit they literally wore each other's hearts on their chests. "These flamingo feathers you went so out of way to get for me really turned out excellent as a topping." She smiled widely once again. Something you could never grow tired of. Her enchanting eyes and magical pink hair drawing you in.
"Who is that?" Red whispered to Ella, Chloe's mother.
"Y/n Cupid, Bridget's childhood best friend"
"Aree you sureee they are just that?" Chloe questioned as she smiled sheepishly. "It surely looks like more than that to me,"What a sight, seeing the cruel Queen of Hearts (who is now such a sweet and kind soul) be so lovey dovey with another person. That alone made Red's head spiral. Her mother was not mad evil? She was good-hearted? And she had a lover? That is something she would never grasp after all those years of fake smiles and cold orders.
"Mhm, they are. Although I strongly suggest them every day to make a closer move. They won't budge like stuck-up little kids."
"Well lovely, I will try not to eat them all in one sitting." You continued, taking Bridget's hand in yours, softly swiping your finger across her palm. Her breath hitched. It was something you'd done quite often, but even the slightest touch from you made her head dizzy and the goosebumps on her skin to pop instantly.
"Y-You, I" She stuttered out, nothing more coming in to her clouded mind, you giggled at her cutness, what resulted in you being hit by her in the head "Be careful, try not to turn into a flamingo, they are awsome but only one at a time sweetie" She kissed your cheek quickly, she was feeling bold, usually she'd just boop your nose or something. A kiss was a big declaration from her. She loved physical touch, she loved hugs, grazing or intertwining hands. But a kiss was something she preserved only for her one and only.
You were her one and only.
"Okay, it was nice meeting you, Red and Chloe, I'll be going now. I have a shit load of homework from Professor Merlin. Bye Ella, see you later B!" You sent them a kiss and dissappeared in the halls.
"Bridget!" The lovesick girl jumped upon her name being yelled out "She is so totally in love with you!" Chloe squealed, not being able to keep her excitement in, taking the princesses hands and jumping around."No, no. We are just friends. She would never look at me that way" Bridget sadly sighed, playing with her heart necklace she got from her 'friend'
It was a truly beautiful gift, just a necklace with a heart, but if you were to look at it from the other side. The necklace was made from silver, crafted by Hephaestus himself, the red heart was a gemstone made differently, it was a part of the glass heart of cupid.
Your heart.
You gave her your heart!?
How could she be so stupid not to recognize what a grand gesture of love it was?
You basically devoted your whole life to her, vowing to love her forever and always.
You gave her your heart...
"See, that's what I'm talking about!" Frustrated Ella butt in. "They act like a couple, but when you point it out, both of them are sooooo dumb to realize how the other is fe-" She could not finish because Red and Chloe were long gone. So was Bridget, even quicker.
As Bridget realized what an oblivious idiot she had been, she took a run after you, clutching the necklace in her hand. After a minute, she found you in the gardens.
The sight of your unconscious body made Bridget shiver, freeze, almost as if she had stepped foot on the Boomerang Nebula. She fell, her weak knees hitting the blood-stained ground. The once beautiful, white pebbles, turning maroon as the red liquid pooled out of the corpse.
A terrifying, horror like scream was all that could be heard...
No one would imagine a dead body with a spear shot right through the heart in the broad daylight while waking out on the school grounds. Hazed eyes, once full of life, staring longingly into the distance. And the strong grip of the hand, oh so soft, still remaining on the spear. The white button-up shirt peppered in small hearts growing more and more burgundy with each passing second.
She could not believe it. You were gone.
The love of her life
She could not stop the anger mixed with hurt and unimaginable sadness growing in her heart as she watched her lovers lifeless body. She threw a fit with the intention of hurting everyone in the mere distance. Luckily, no one was there to be hurt. Throwing her cards up in the air, shooting fires, and demolishing basically everything she could see.
Bridget broke down crying. There was nothing she could do to bring her life back, her life back.
As Chloe successfully shielded her princess from the fires and chaos thrown by her mother, Bridget fell on her knees once again. They stared at the scene before them.
They cursed themselves that they weren't able to stop the killing. They had failed.
Red felt absolutely terrible seeing her mother so heartbroken. She saw only the worst part of her. She never even thought there once was this sweet, kind, thoughtful, and such a loving princess within her. She wondered of all these good times she could have, with her other 'mom' too. As she was wishing she could've come sooner to stop this nonsense, however would she have done it, Chloe ran to her mom's younger version. Dropping on her knees just a couple inches away, wrapping the pink girl in her embrace. So strong, so comforting.
Bridget laid her head on her chest, sobbing uncontrollably, gripping Chloe's blue shirt so tightly she was most likely to rip it apart any second. That is truly what she needed, a warm presence holding her so she wouldn't go mad.
"Cry Bridget, I'm here for you," and that's what she did. She cried till she was out of energy to do so. She just stared in the distance, thinking of nothing. There was nothing left for her. She took ahold of her lovers hand, vowing to herself she'd never fall in love again.
And she'll keep your heart, just how you have kept hers.
Not all stories have a happily ever after, even if we try to change it
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