#idk i started writing this in my head late one night when i couldn't sleep and january is ac month i guess which makes me feel sad

[cherryheairt]

Pearls

Cregan Stark x named!fem!reader no desc (gif just for vibes)

18+!

my first smut writing and it was an intrusive thought that hasn't left my mind all week I need to get it out NEOW. I don't know my audience for this but please let it not be too niche idk 😭

Lately, Cregan had been absent from their marital chambers until the darkest parts of the night. Work had been keeping him apart from his Lady wife for far too long in her eyes. One night was almost unbearable, let alone weeks of it. Sometimes, he fell asleep in his study after pouring over scrolls and plans for hours.

It was hard to sleep without her husband, she found. After their marriage less than a year ago, they had shared the same bed every night after. Their relationship was most likely the healthiest in all of Westeros. Always in sync and filling what the other lacked. Whereas Vanya was compassionate and kind, Cregan was stern and unyielding. Together, they led the North as any Stark Lord and Lady should: In harmony.

Vanya had taken care of her tasks well, managing what Cregan could not in his time of occupation. Winter was upon them, cold and unrelenting. Vanya's first as Lady Stark, and one she intended to run smoothly to set a precedent for her live's rule.

However, even though she kept herself busy til late evening, she found her needs growing by the day. Usually, her and Cregan found themselves enjoying many rounds of pleasure before they tucked in for the night. Now, since he'd been busy, they hadn't even kissed in weeks. Simple glances at him or the feel of his arm's warmth draping over her in the early hours of the morning made her almost feral with want for her husband.

But he was always gone when she awoke. She was left to get ready for her own day of duties completely alone, longing for her husband's company. An emptiness struck her heart—one that she was determined to fill.

She got to work after her day was through. Knowing Cregan wouldn't join her til long after she was finished, she enjoyed the secretive project in the privacy of the chambers.

Pearls.

Lace.

Thread.

The only three things she dained to need for her little excursion. She worked quickly and nimbly, a nervous fluttering feeling drifting in her belly and staying there until she had finished. Quickly, she put the garment on. Satisfied by the mirror's view, Vanya giddily got dressed into her sheer white night shift.

She settled into bed, only being able to fall into a light sleep in her excitement.

It was not too long before she heard the quiet creeking of the door open and close, Cregan always making a point to enter and exit their chambers considerately. With a heavy sigh, she heard him drop his clothes and boots to the floor.

Weight dropped onto his side of the bed, and a familiar arm draped itself around her waist. Cregan sighed once more into the back of her neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his wife.

Vanya reached up gingerly, lacing her fingers with his. "Husband," she whispered, gauging his mood.

"Wife," he muttered back, thumbing absentmindedly at the space below her belly button.

"How was your day? You've been kept busy, far from the warmth of our hearth." She brought his hand up to kiss gently, starting to wake herself fully.

Cregan hummed guiltily, nodding into her smooth skin. "Tiring. I promise, once Winter starts to come to a close, I will make up every minute I spent leaving my dear wife waiting." The words were muttered slowly into the shell of her ear.

Vanya only huffed a laugh, shaking her head though he couldn't see her face. "There is time now, isn't there?" She asked coyly.

When she recieved no answer, "Cregan?"

None again, but the soft breaths coming from his nose. Turning to face him, she was met with closed eyes and a content slight smile gracing her husband's handsome features. She lay her head back on her pillow, sighing in accepted defeat. Brushing a piece of hair back behind his ear, she kissed his forehead, "goodnight, my husband."

The next day was the same as the last ones. She woke up alone again, only this time Vanya was much more determined to stoke the fire she knew Cregan had. Keeping the garment on underneath her day dress, a light powder blue number with tapered sleeves, she made her way about the Great Keep conducting her business.

Her mind was heavy with thoughts of Cregan, hunched over his desk and stressfully raking his hands through his dusty brown threads. Vanya finished her duties early, freshening up in their chambers before she returned outside of them. Hurriedly, she changed into a light blue shift, similar in color to the one she had worn out. She dabbled some sandalwood perfume oil on her neck and wrists, fixing her hair quickly before making her way towards Cregan's solar. The windows she passed by showed the fresh night sky and the dotted stars along it, the perfect time for any stray servants or maids to be tucking away for their own leisure time before bed.

Vanya took a short breath in before opening his solar door, spotting the exact visage she had imagined the whole day. Dressed in only his grey tunic visible above the pine desk, he had clearly discarded his pelts and leathers for the day, seeing as he had not even left the room once. The hearth was dying, only embers remaining. Clearly, he had wished not to be disturbed by any servants throughout the day.

He was still engrossed in writing a scroll when Vanya approached his desk. A tap on the spot above his elbow had jerked his head up, a shocked look in his eyes as he looked up at his wife. "Vanya, you should be abed already—" he said quickly.

Vanya shook her head, sitting herself on the edge of his table stubbornly. "Couldn't sleep." She lied. "I missed by husband's warmth next to me."

His lips pursed as he glanced between her and his work. "I'm sorry, I will finish as fast as I can. Wait for me?" He offered, though they both knew if she left now, he would only be swallowed up by his duties once more.

Vanya placed a hand on his cheek, running her thumb over the dark undereyes that deepened his tired expression. "I wish to stay with my husband, if it please him."

Cregan's eyes softened, nodding his agreement. He scooted his chair outwards, leaving ample room for Vanya to sit between him and the desk. Instead of sitting across his lap, as she normally would when accompanying him in his seat, she lifted her skirts to her thighs and sat facing him.

He tilted his head slightly, instinctively placing his hands over her hips to adjust her. "Won't this be uncomfortable for you?" He asked, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks and ears at the position.

Vanya shook her head, choosing to sit herself closer and bury her face into his neck. "Go on, don't let me interrupt." She said innocently, earning a glance from her husband before he followed her instructions and started back on his writing.

After a few minutes, she felt enough time had passed to make him inconspicuous of her actions. Slowly, she pressed herself closer to his chest, squishing her breasts again his own thinly clothed skin. She felt him pause and take a deep breath in before continuing, and had to bit her lip to prevent herself from smiling into his tunic.

A few more minutes passed, though she grew more impaitient with every second his hands were not on her. Slowly, she pressed her pelvis into his, revealing the hardened texture of the garment to him.

This time, he paused fully, confused. Setting the quill down, he leaned back. "What is that?" He asked, placing a hand on her hip again.

Vanya only smiled, grabbing his other hand and guiding it ever so slowly down to nethermost regions. "Feel for yourself." She cooed as she led a finger to run over the string.

"What—Pearls?" He asked, brows knitting together curiously.

Vanya nodded at the question.

"Where did you find such a thing?" Cregan asked, though did not recind his hand.

"I made them myself. Don't worry, no loud-mouthed seamstress will know of Lady Stark vying for some promiscuous garments."

"And they are..." He trailed off, swallowing heavily at the indication. Indeed, he shared in his logging and need throughout these weeks apart.

"For you, dear husband." Vanya purred, nipping softly at his bottom lip and pulling away just as fast.

Immediately, he lifted her from his lap and onto the desk, tossing aside his papers to the floor. He lifted her skirts further, bunching them carelessly at her hips as he tugged her legs to wrap around his waist.

Pinching the strand of pearls between his index and thumb, his eyes stayed glued to the glistening white pearls lying between her lower folds. Vanya felt herself throb with need at the lustful glare he held, leaning back on her hands to watch only his face.

Softly, he lifted the string to make it press against her own sensitive pearl. At her slight gasp and squirm, Cregan knelt to his knees faster than he ever had before. Glancing up at his wife's face, he silently asked for permission.

After she nodded, he was quick to move. The pearls, covered in her own essence, were moved slightly to the side as Cregan pressed his face to her core. Vanya threw her head back at the sudden stimulation, Cregan's tongue wildly moving from place to place as if he couldn't find a favorite spot.

Up and down, a solid stripe from her hole to sensitive bud. Circling the pearl with an eager swipe of his tongue, he moved down just as quickly as he began. With desperate, shallow thrusts into her clenching hole, Cregan tried and failed to press himself closer, already having no air to breathe with the space between them being nonexistent. Not that he minded, of course.

With a firm tug at his loose hair, Cregan turned his head with a heaving chest to face his wife. Looking offended at the separation, his fingers clenched at the soft parts of her upper thighs, ready to dig his face back to its spot.

Vanya whined out for him, shaking her head. She closed her thighs over his head, urging him up to meet her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue, enjoying the bittersweet slick with a deep moan. Cregan pressed himself closer, moving her by her waist to seat her on the edge of the table.

"I need you, Cregan, please." She pleaded, hards still carding through his hair to ground herself. She was so empty, only able to be whole again with Cregan's help.

At her plea, Cregan couldn't help but oblige, he unlaced his breeches urgently, allowing Vanya to strip him of his tunic and run her hands over the lean muscle of his chest and back.

He stroked himself a few times, smearing himself at her entrance. They both groaned in unision as his tip hit the string of pearls. They pressed to her swollen bud, making her jerk her hips up closer to meet his own. He slid the string to the side to make room for his length, sinking into the wet heat with a soft groan.

Her head found his shoulder again as she clawed at his shoulders, mewling. He mimicked her action, hands gripping onto her hips as he bit at her neck and collarbone sharply to conceal his moans.

His thrusts were fast and desperate, both wasting no time with soft touches and sweet nothings. That could be done later, after they were both saited and content in their own bed.

She panted heavily, reaching down between them both to rub loose circles around her pearl. He groaned as she tightened, knowing what it meant.

"Where?" He grunted out, kissing at her shoulder as a wordless apology to the angry red bite lying there.

"Inside," she gasped, tightening her legs around his waist to keep him closer.

It was not long before they both reached their peaks. Cregan continued his ministrations, thrusts becoming slower and less powerful as he winded down from his high. He stayed inside her even after they both came down, the warmth too good to pass up in the cold solar. The embers had long disappeared, leaving only the cobble to block out Winterfell's chill.

Vanya couldn't mind, either, enjoying the fullness it brought even in the sensitive state.

"What brought this on?" Cregan asked after a few long moments passed. He soothed over the marks on her hips, sure that bruises would appear in the morrow.

She hummed, kissing the space connecting his ear and jawline affectionately. "Is it too obscure for a wife to want for her husband?"

Cregan raised a brow, "of course not. I have missed you, too." He said, bringing her lips to his to kiss.

She deepened it, dragging him back to her after he pulled away. Tilting her head, she shivered at the brush of his tongue over her own, the texture a familiar delight.

Cregan pulled back after a while, a heavy look in his steel eyes. "I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight if you keep doing that."

She laughed, "I am far from tired, my Lord."

He growled playfully, bringing her from the table and carrying her in his arms. Cregan chuckled at her gasp, starting his journey to their chambers.

"Someone might see us!" She squealed into his neck, hiding her face uselessly.

"Let them. The whole of Westeros will know how my wife is the most beautiful in the Seven Kingdoms." He said, pinching her bottom with a cheeky smirk.

His solar was left open behind them, work long forgotten for the next day. Tonight was for Lord Stark and his Lady Wife.

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Get yourself a munch like Cregan Stark

[symp4nat]

I saw you wanted Dior requesters and I had an idea, so here you go. You don’t have to write it, but thank you so much if you do.

Dior coming home from the gym in her workout gear to find you asleep in her bed wearing her clothes?

Post Workout Nap

dior goodjohn x curly-hair!reader (it isnt said but kinda implied idk)

authors note 1: reader isnt an actor

authors note2: "i- i go, i wanna go, i wanna write" (me when starting to write this at 2 am)

You were tired out of your bones to be able to do anything today. To keep yourself entertained, you tried working on your project for your college classes, listening to music, eating snacks and you even ended up straightening your hair out of pure boredom. Everytime you tried to work on your project, you kept getting distracted, and then frustrated.

Dior had left the house at 2 and told you she would be back by 6. It was now 7 and you were lucky she was the type to tell you if she'd be late. She texted you that she might be an hour late because she was with Malia, Momona and Leah. A few of your friends were invited, but they chose not to go since you weren't.

You didn't mind Dior being out, of course you didn't, it was just, you hadn't seen her for the whole day. In the first half of the day she quickly got dressed and made some breakfast for the two of you and rushed off to the studio. You were glad you got to talk to her for a few minutes in the morning, but you missed her.

Occasionally, Dior went out with her friends without letting you know, but usually she'd pick you up. Her friends adored you.

After a long day of classes, you slipped into one of Dior's hoodies and laid on the couch. You turned on her favourite show and leaned against one of the pillows. Not long after, your eyes drifted close and you snuggled into the pillow. With a startled reaction, you woke up 5 minutes later, disappointed you fell asleep. You continued half-watching the TV, but your eyes kept flickering over to the clock and your phone. 

-

By the time Dior walked in, you were fast asleep on the couch. When she noticed that the TV was still playing, she sighed and went to turn it off where she was met with the sight of you calmly sleeping.

You had one of the strings of Dior's hoodie (that you stole) wrapped around your finger and your other hand curled up into your chest. Dior ran her fingers through your hair and smiled softly.

She couldn't lie, you were always irresistible but right now, you looked so cute, she couldn't resist taking a picture. She did as she wished and put her phone back when she noticed you softly hummed. Dior's hand caressed your cheek and she said, "I'll get the blanket and you can lay on my lap, once I change," she softly mumbled.

Your eye peeked open and a blush covered your face as you noticed her in her workout clothes. She held back a laugh and said gently, "We went out for an early dinner and I had to drop the girls off. Sorry 'm late." You shook your head in understanding. "Food was good," you asked.

Dior nodded and ran upstairs with a shirt on and your blanket. She draped the blanket over your lap and you lifted your head so she could sit where your head was. Once she was comfortable, she pressed play on the show to finish watching the episode you left off on. "Night, pretty girl," she said gently into your hair.

[keeksandgigz]

ugh maybe something angsty to fluffy with eddie , like nightmares or a silly argument turned too big leaving both in tears but then resolved

idk baby ugh i love ur writing tho !

aww stop i love u <3

this is literally my first ask ever im so excited!! hope u enjoy :)))

He knows better than to fall asleep.

The world lays still around him, the sound of lone crickets plays as his lullaby while he stares at his banged up ceiling.

Everytime he closes his eyes he feels like he's suffocating, still in the stuffy, dusty and slimy Upside Down, the blood at his throat almost choking him to death.

It's his first night alone back home. Him and Wayne had been cleared to go back earlier that September morning after spending a whole summer in a cramped infirmary on a small cot that made his feet stick out.

Noises of people snoring, talking, moving around. Even people crying and screaming in their sleep. You sleeping in the cot right next to him.

Your shoulders rising and falling. On nights where he couldn't sleep he'd count every breath you took, until his brain grew tired and fell victim to slumber.

But tonight there was just eerie quiet. No breaths to count except his own, shallow and irregular in his chest, as he tried not to focus too much on the way the skin of his naked chest stretched taut by the stitches given to him felt under his hand, casually resting there.

The faint white and red splotches of mangled skin felt funny under the touch of his hands. Even then, he tried to not touch them. He didn't like the way his body would retract from his own touch. Almost as if he was scared of himself.

He hadn't let you see them yet, everytime you hung out and reveled in each other's company never went further than a few risky kisses. Your hands traveling to the hem of his shirt being abruptly stopped by his fingers intertwined in yours, moving away from his waist.

It was silent, the way you understood his limits. He'd never let you know he wasn't comfortable, and you could not have possibly known what lied under the too- big shirt he'd taken from the donation box.

Tonight, though, he finds himself missing counting your breaths, imagining you back at home in the comfort of your bed. Are you awake too?

Sick and tired of thinking, closing his eyes only to see monsters behind his lids, the feeling of the crumpled, rough sheets under his back, he gets up. He slips a shirt on, along with a pair of pants and fishes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pockets of his jacket, perched carelessly on the chair.

He heads to the front porch. He closes the front door behind him, trying to keep quiet. Wayne's at work, but the habit of tiptoeing and whispering around after months of living in a communal space still stuck with him.

He sits on the stairs of his porch, letting the cigarette between his lips as he fights with the yellow lighter his dad had given him to start a spark.

"Fuck" he curses under his breath as the lighter proceeds to not produce a light. His breathing becomes uneven as his cheeks flush with anger. Frustrated, he tosses the lighter in the patch of grass in front of him. Useless fucking thing.

He doesn't even know why he still has it. The last time he'd seen his dad was over two years before. He'd never gone that long without a visit.

He's tempted to go in the kitchen and light up his cigarette with the stove, but Wayne didn't like him smoking inside. Instead he just sits there, unlit cigarette between his lips as he looks at a certain spot in the trailer park.

The same spot he'd almost died at.

He's so entranced by that one patch of dirt that he doesn't notice a car driving into the trailer park. His eyes diverting only when the headlights almost turn him blind.

It's you.

The car turns off and you come out of it, dressed in some cute pyjamas, a jacket that once belonged to Eddie covering you from the late September gale.

"Can't sleep either?" you say, staring at his dumbfounded face as you approach him on the wooden porch stairs.

"Too quiet. Missin' the old man who talked about cake in his sleep" he lets out a breathy laugh.

"My bed was too comfortable. My back is too fucked up from the cot, can't sleep on a soft mattress anymore. Missed having a bed next to yours, Munson" you nudge him, he just gives you a tight- lipped smile.

"Missed watching you breathe" he says, cautiously "Helped me sleep at night. I'd count every breath you took"

"Having any nightmares?" you ask, placing your head on his shoulder.

"Can't have nightmares if I'm awake. Everytime I close my eyes it's like I'm back in there, so I just.... don't sleep" he says, playing with the still unlit cigarette in his mouth.

The air is light between you two, an air of friendship, unweighted by your knowledge of what happened to him. You bring him relief, solace.

"Tell you what" you begin "you can light that cigarette with my car lighter, we split it, and then we go back inside and you can watch me breathe. So you can sleep" you blink up at him. He blinks at you back.

You offering to sleep with him in his bed wasn't something he'd have expected out of his life. Especially at this time of it.

All he does is nod as you take the cigarette from his lips and light it in your car, coming back with it already between your lips.

You're warm when you settle yourself next to him on the bed, under the rough blankets. The pillows smell like him. You inhale.

He doesn't know whether to hold you or leave you alone. He just opts to be a little closer to you as he lets you close your eyes. A weak "G'night, Munson" escapes you as you exhale and close your eyes.

He watches the silhouette of your shoulders rise and fall.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven...

He falls asleep before he can get to fifty.

[archangeldyke-all]

Solitude teaserrrrrrrrrr

I literally couldn't decide what to tease (seeing as I'm kind of writing this fic outward, starting from the middle chapters and branching out either way as I go.) So here is a little something something from chapter 7- These Foolish Things

this shit is not proofread and i may scrap it, idk yet

Ambessa was deep within her mind, her heart and soul flowing out of her as if her words were a broken dam, her pen gliding across the paper as she wrote within her journal. She was once again working on her memoir, writing about life with her love within it.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a pattern of knocks she’d become forever familiar with and she smiled, calling out to the person on the other side, “Come in.”

You entered quietly, soft hands resting on her shoulders before sliding down as you wrapped your arms around her, pressing a kiss to her cheek from behind, “Your sleep must be troubled, what brings you in here at such a late hour, honey?”

“My queen,” Ambessa chuckled, leaning her head back to press a kiss on your jawline, her hand raising to rest on top of your own. “I have many thoughts swirling around in my head. I needed to write them down before I lost them.”

She sighed then, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of your hands upon her, savoring your company and proximity, “And yourself? What brings you here?”

You gave a sideways smile, chuckling, “Well imagine my surprise when I stirred, rolling over to find cold, tidy sheets beside me. Do share your mind with me, dearest. It has been like this for many a night with you now.”

Ambessa’s heart sank ever so slightly at your words, her shoulders slumping as she spoke, “My love…”

Sighing, she placed the pen down and turned on her stool, looking up at you while wrapping her arms around your waist before pulling you into her lap, “Sit with me for a moment will you, my love?”

You cupped her face with a hand, stroking your thumb over her cheek, “You have my every moment, Ambessa.”

Ambessa leaned into your touch as if your affection had revitalized her, her skin warm beneath your fingertips as she relaxed beneath you. For a good minute, she just sat there, staring up at you and letting your presence soothe the turbulence in her heart.

“You have such a calming effect on me, darling.”

Her hands found your hips, pulling you a bit closer, “You’re my anchor, my rock… I’m learning that without you, I’d be lost.”

You proffered a gentle smile pressing a kiss to her forehead, down the line of her nose, “And you are the waters in which I’ve found my home. Now please, do tell me what burdens you, beloved.”

“I…”

She paused, letting out a shaky sigh. It was something she’d never thought about admitting to someone else, something that would make her look weak. She could trust you though; she always had.

She reached up to your face, calloused and war-worn fingers tracing the curve of your cheek before she spoke quietly, “I just get these thoughts sometimes… about us. And… our future. I know that it’s a normal thing to do, but I… I have been getting this constant fear of losing you…”

You softened, leaning your face into her touch, holding the back of her hand as you turned to kiss the center of her palm, “My love, I am not going anywhere. Talk to me.”

She let out a shaky breath, both at the feeling of your lips on her hand but also due to her growing pit of anxiety within her stomach, closing her eyes as she savored the way you made her feel; how you could so effortlessly melt away the turmoil and replace it with such a reassuring feeling.

“I fear the worst… I know you won’t willingly leave me, barring a fallout, but… you’re only human at the end of the day. You’ll get older, your body will one day fail you… and I don’t… I can’t live without you…”

You let out a heavy sigh, taking her hands in your own, “My love… we worry enough about our own mortality to be ailed with the thought of the life of those we love. When my years catch up to me, you needn’t but look to the moon and find me among the stars, beloved.”

It almost broke her heart hearing that. The thought of not having you by her side sent her heart racing in her chest, a lump forming in her throat at the mere thought as tears welled up in her eyes.

She swallowed them down, gripping your hands a bit tighter as she fought the urge to beg you not to utter such things.

“How do you expect me to live when you’re gone? My love, I… I need you by my side. I can’t *function* without you here. I-“

“Ambessa.” Your voice was soft as you cut off her quick spiral into her fears, “Love, look at me.”

Watery chestnut orbs met yours, her mind still racing millions of miles a minute, and you could see the toll her thoughts had already begun to take on her. Your hand made contact with her cheek, pulling her from the sunken place within her mind, protecting her from those anxieties that sought to see her drown.

“You do not need me by your side. In all my years, I have never seen such an independent person as you. But I do understand that you *want* me by your side. And I believe that is an admirable thing to want. To have your yearning become desire is such a beautiful thing, but you must believe me when I tell you that even if I am not physically by your side, you will always hold a piece of me with you.”

“Whether we be separated by space, time, or simply the comings and goings of life, we are tethered by the time we share. You functioned before me and will continue to do so long after I am gone. You may not like to hear that, but it is true. Besides, you can always find me. In the ebb and flow of the tides… the salt of the ocean spray… the cycle of the crabs… and as I said earlier, among the moon and stars.”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to hers as she closed her eyes, soaking in the closeness, the warmth radiating from you. It was a few moments before she spoke, still stewing in your affection and patience with her, “I suppose you’re right…”

You smiled, kissing right between her brows, “Of course, I am. Now come lay with me, darling. Our bed grows cold without you in it.”

mars i love that you're like : 'idk i think it might be trash i haven't even proofread it yet' and then you send me some of the most beautifully written storytelling i've ever read. this is so fucking good oh my god i'm so excited to see more

[weirdsht]

This is a fic idea I've been conjuring in my head for TOCF x reader thingy. So reader is from this messed up dimensions were the monsters couldn't be defeated and instead they become stronger. The situation only became worse as humans were forced to become monsters including you. So you've been on your own for Lord knows how long then all of a sudden you wake in this odd dimension with someone staring at you. So you attack them but the problem is that you might have attacked Cale Henituse.

Disorientated - lotcf & reader

notes: I forgot how I used to write so idk if I got worse or better lmaooo. also this is the last ask on my inbox but ik there was more a year ago, i think tumblr deleted it lol. Oh also I took humans becoming monsters metaphorically and not literally 😅

tags: novel spoilers (late part of book 1), no romance, gn!reader

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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8 years

It has been 8 years since the world has fallen into chaos. 8 years since the apocalypse happened. Monsters that looked as though they came from storybooks started roaming around as if they owned the place. No one could figure out how or why. All everyone knew was that one day these things appeared and killed masses.

5 years

It has been 5 years since everyone lost hope. At first, factions were formed and everyone had hoped to either get rid of the monsters or find a way to survive against them. However, it looks like the universe has forsaken your world and the people in it.

Not only did no one find the weakness of these monsters, but they also somehow grew stronger. They destroyed everything. From houses to food; every resource you could think of is now facing a scarcity. 

That was why humans decided to forego their last remaining humanity and let their selfish natures take over. People started betraying their factions, sacrificing their friends and family to get food, killing fellow humans for a place to sleep in, and many more atrocities.

You were no exception to this rule. You were far from selfless and goody-two-shoes. The things that you have done did not sit right with you. In fact, sometimes nightmares and hallucinations haunt you. However, you were more afraid to die than whatever else hardship you had to experience to survive.

So you do everything to survive. If this time it means sleeping in a scary forest with nothing but the clothes on your back and a measly dagger in your hand? Then that’s what you’ll do.

3 seconds

It has been 3 seconds since you woke up after sleeping in an unknown forest. You didn’t know if you were still in the same forest because your view was being blocked by a guy staring at you. It had been a while since you’d seen a fellow human, the last one you had to kill before they could kill you.

So you try to attack the unknown guy with your dagger. 

Before you can even blink, the dagger had flung out of your hands and a new person had come into view. This surprised you, last time you recalled people didn’t team up anymore. All of them afraid of being betrayed, of being killed. Sometimes the thought of being killed by another human sounds scarier than being eaten by a monster.

“What the hell, people still team up in this day and age? And what’s up with the redhead’s clothes… wait where the hell am I?”

Your voice was hoarse from not being used for a long time. However, you didn’t care as confusion piled like a Lego tower when you noticed more and more abnormalities. First were the clothes of the redhead man. It looks too luxurious, something that’s impossible to get in your ruined world. The next thing was the forest itself. At first glance, it looks similar to where you were last night. However you know better, the plants look different, and the noises of the monsters from a distance are also unfamiliar to you.

“Cale-nim, based on their clothes they seem to be like me and got transported here.”

The man named Cale examined you from head to toe. As he did you can feel the pressure at his gaze. He wasn’t looking down at you, but there was still this aura around him that made you feel as though you were looking at a ruler.

“That seems to be the case. Who are you and where did you come from? Earth 1? Earth 2?”

“Neither, I’m from a place called Earth Zero. A land forsaken by everyone.”

You still don’t know whether you can trust these people. Somewhere in your heart was fervently hoping this world to be different from the one you were in. The rational side of you reasoned that it’s unlikely.

“...That’s something I’ve never heard of before, and I do not wish to hear about it. I don’t have any interest in hearing your story let’s just go.”

That’s easy enough to do so you followed him. The three of you spent a few minutes walking and soon you reached an underground villa.

Lively. 

That was the only way you can describe this place. Many people were doing their own thing. Knights training, servants running around, there were even kittens pawing Cale’s legs as soon as you arrived. It had been too long since you’ve seen this many people together, and even longer since you’ve seen harmony in one place.

“Amazing isn’t it? I was also shocked when I saw people for the first time after spending a lot of time in the Forest of Darkness.”

“Forest of Darkness… so that’s what it’s called. You seem to have gotten things wrong though Choi Han-nim. I had just arrived in that forest when you guys first saw me. Also, I’m more surprised at the fact that you guys aren’t killing each other.”

2 days

It has now been 2 days since you started lodging at this villa. Everyone treated you nicely. Well, some were more wary than others but it’s nothing compared to your world. No one asked you questions and they respected the fact that you're guarded against other people.

That was why you have decided to finally share information with Cale. These past 2 days were the most peaceful days you have experienced in a very long time. You didn't have to struggle to get food and lodging, you didn't have to be as afraid that you'd be killed in your sleep. That's why you only deemed it right that you share your knowledge with your benefactor.

“Um Choi Han-nim, is it possible to talk to young master-nim? I have something to share with him.”

Choi Han was the only one you were kind of comfortable with as he helped you adjust to this new world and taught you the things you needed to know. Meanwhile, the sword master was happy because it looked like you were finally opening up. He too knows the struggle of being unable to trust people easily.

During lunchtime that day you were invited to eat a meal with Cale in his room. When you arrive he has a gaze that seems to tell you to say whatever you want and say it fast.

“Young master-nim”

“Just call me Cale. You’re from Earth, I’m sure you aren’t used to calling someone young master.”

“...then Cale-nim”

During the two days you were here, you have learned that Cale prefers things to get to the point. Luckily, you’re the same.

“I feel like I have to share this information with you. Do you know why my world was called Earth Zero? It was because that world is terrible. If higher entities are real, then I think it’s safe to say that we have been abandoned by them.”

Cale looks interested as you tell the story of your world. Not you, but just your world as that is more significant during these trying times.

“That world is like a world that was beta-tested on and then left to rot as the player had no interest in it anymore. It is a world where monsters are the new humans, and the humans have become the insects.

We aren’t like the other Earths who have found ways to live and thrive even with the monsters. The monsters back there were on a different scale, we couldn’t figure out how to defeat a single one of them. Even with extensive research, we have failed to do what the other world has done.”

You peek at Cale who seems a bit confused as to why you’re telling him all these things.

“Transmigrators are not a thing in my world, I don’t know how I got here. But me being able to go here probably means that those indestructible monsters in my world could too.”

“Explain. How are you so sure of this?”

“Back when people in my world still had some hope and humanity in them, we had a research company that tried to find out how to deal with those things. I was one of the head researchers there.”

Cale pushes his hair back out of stress and you ignore the gesture as you continue to explain.

“I didn’t find out anything that could take the monsters down. However, I found out about other worlds. The other Earths. With that, I found out about transmigrators.

And I have found out that our world is incapable of having those kinds of people.

The same way we don’t have ability users… The main reason why we couldn’t fight and is now facing extinction.”

As Cale seems stressed enough already, you ask through your eyes if he wants you to continue speaking. He responded by gulping the tea he was drinking before nodding his head.

“As head researcher my previous knowledge, as well as my honed instincts are telling me that there is a portal of some sort involved. I’ve been investigating the Forest of Darkness the past two days and found no trace whatsoever.”

“So you’re telling me there’s a big chance that those monsters might crossover here?”

“Yes sir. There’s also a chance that the portal was an ability of one of the monsters. The monsters in my world have abilities and are constantly evolving.”

At this point, both of you have lost your appetite to eat. The same thing could be said for the children who had been quietly listening from the start.

Soon lunch ended along with your conversation with Cale. The young master has promised to look into it. He even said he would help you get materials to conduct proper research.

However…

18 Days and 7 Hours

That’s what a small timer says back at Earth Zero. This timer, as small as a finger, was attached to the ground where you were sleeping just 3 days ago.

And just underneath…

Lays a ruin of what looks like a temple. Despite being a ruin it still gives off a holy vibe and is made of white marble. Then a little bit above it is a floating broken sphere that looks like an orb.

[ezzerzerah]

Hear me out. And sorry if this already exists but I haven't seen it and it's been running rampant circles in my head.

So you, the reader, were injured or something happened that put you in the hospital. The damage or after effects are enough to cause the need for a caretaker. However, since you're too poor to afford actual health care and you wouldn't dare bother friends and family with it. But you desperately need a caretaker or it's cup-o-ramen for the next several months.

You're offered an experimental program operated by none other than Fazbear Inc. It's a trial based program where they send out an animatronic to help bedridden or dependent customers with their day to day. You don't really need THAT much attention, but you still need help. And since it's still in experimental stages, it's free! And who are you to turn down a free program?

You sign up, and with surprisingly fast delivery (almost same day), you receive your very own Fazbear Inc. State-of-the-art caretaker bot! Complete with the ability to look after toddlers, teens, pets, adults, and even the elderly. Equipped with the sensors to detect many MANY kinds of sickness and disease, and can also discern different medicines and what dosages to use.

All caretaker animatronics are meant to be slightly different. Some look like bears, and others look like rabbits or chickens. But those felt all too cheesy for you, so you chose one that looked like the embodiment of the sun crossed with a jester. When you received your new robotic caretaker, you were quite surprised by how advanced the technology Faz Inc was playing with. The Sun Jester, you later learn his design name is just Sun, is quite lively. Offering actual conversation, and not just basic and boring conversation, but interesting and captivating conversation!

As the weeks go on, your meds start to have an effect on your sleep schedule, whether causing you to fall asleep late or causing you to stay up all night. One week, you had gotten a total of 12 minutes of sleep, you know, because Sun scanned you and freaked out. His sensors were sent into a frenzy, and he.. shut down? Went to sleep? You couldn't tell. But he was out for several hours (4-5 hours max). When he did wake up, his appearance shifted as well. His orange and yellow shades shifting to cooler blue and white-gray tones. The rays that Sun often spun around or retracted into his head were gone. His outfit remains the same, except now he adorns a sleeping cap as well, one much like the hat Santa wears. Although this one is blue with yellow stars and it has a bell inside the puffball.

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Anyone interested? I've been thinking about writing a fic for it but idk TvT

Sorry if this makes no sense 😅

[yourlocalstranger123]

Hi!idk if your requests are still open but can you write about the demon brothers(obey me!) Getting comforted by MC after a nightmare?ofc if they aren't open you can ignore my request!thx in advance

Obey me! [Brothers]

~♥︎Comfort♡~

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Lucifer

As always, he works quite late. Exhausted, he fell on the bed. Not even bothering to change his clothes to more comfortable clothes.

After a few hours, you came in to check up on him but seeing his tired state you decided to make him move into a more suitable position and put the blankets over him. You tried to walk out but almost stumbled when Lucifer grabbed your hand.

"No...no, no no...!" His grip getting tighter, it was starting to get painful too. You slightly shook him to wake him up.

"Luci?...Are you alright? You can talk to me if you want." Due to his exhausted state, he didn't have any energy to put up with his pride and slithered his hands to your waist. He didn't say anything, silently sobbing onto your chest as he didn't dare to let go.

"Shhhh....it's ok, everything is ok. Let it all out." Soothing him, stroking his hair. You stayed still for a while until he fell asleep.

The next day, you both were doing things as if it hadn't happened. Although now you have Lucifer knocking on your door to come in and lay in bed with you. Slowly sinking into your warmth as you comfort him.

"You are my pride and...I love you, darling/[name]"

Mammon

@moonartz123 (sorry if you didn't allow people to use it. I just found your art on Pinterest since I couldn't find any other 😅 if you are not comfortable I will take the picture down and use a different one.)

Although sometimes he does come to you with silly little nightmares like Goldie being taken away by Lucifer. But this one is different, he came up balling in tears. Just putting his head on your lap as you do homework. As he tells you his nightmare. You kissed his forehead to Soothe his panic as his breathing starts to get more stable.

You slept with him through the night. Later you have an avatar of greed clinging to you. Hugging behind you, putting his head on your shoulder, etc. He smiles at you when you didn't shoo him off.

"I think I already found a new treasure. It's you and only you [name]"

Levi

Credit: obey me lol

You were on your phone doing etc. Suddenly you got a text message from Levi to come to him. You thought it was probably playing video games since it is pretty common for him to invite you at the strangest time.

You knocked on the door quietly to not wake up the others. He swings the door open and grabs you in his room. He doesn't let go so you just guide him to his bed. (Aka his bathtub) ....he ripped his pillows. (Not the ruri-chan one. The normal ones)

You did not feel comfortable sleeping with your head on a body pillow so you just decided today was the day you broke the neck for the sake of his comfort.

Later he got embarrassed and avoided you, not because of the nightmare. More like he was sleeping on top of you. Now he can't look you in the eyes for a few weeks.

"No way! Me, A yucky Otaku!....although I do wish to do it again with you so don't do it to others and only me [name]!"

Satan

I'm pretty sure this one is from obey me too.

You only came to him when you heard a loud

*Boom!*

It was Satan. Hah....I guess you'll pay since you didn't want Lucifer have extra paper work to get that fix-

"What's wrong Satan?" He looked up to you as he softens. He walked up to you and launched at you. You fell to the floor. It didn't really hurt though. You got up and carried/led him to your room where you got a cat who was injured but almost fully healed.

*Flashback*

"Seriously Satan?" You mentally smacked your forehead "you want me to keep the cat you found that is injured because Luci has a high chance of finding it?"

"Yes. I am serious! Just...for me? Please??"

'....damn those cat eyes of his!-' (also the cats too)

*Back to present*

"Satan...you can't cling to me while holding onto the cat." His face shows in disbelief.

(More like pouting.)

Later you guys slept on the bed while the cat was in Satan's arms. The next day everyone gets even MORE TERRIFIED

As he walked around with a huge eating grin. I guess his day got better.

"Thank you for calming me down, my peace/[name]"

Asmodeus

Pin/post by Envi on asmodeus obey me art

You were getting ready to get the makeup that Asmodeus requested at midnight. You saw him tremble. You softly poked his face to wake him up.

He started tearing up, wrapping his arms around your neck/waist. You sighed and just rub in a circling motion on his back. His throat was too dry so you gave him a bottle of water as you get ready and turned on the bathtub.

(Also I forgot, you are helping him with his skin care routine and makeup)

He thanked you for taking care of him. Now the rest of the day he kisses you!

Although he purposely kissed you with lipstick, and the bad thing is that it's hard to wipe off! That sly fox.

Scenario:

Bold is reader/you

"What do I need to do to comfort you?"

"F—ck me with loving s*x"

"What."

"..."

"..."

"Why do you have a rope-

HEY, WAIT‐ HELP MEEEE!"

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"I love you, my blossom/name" (you know in anime, sometimes people confess under a blossom tree)

Beel

Credit: Origarnic on DeviantArt

He knocked at your door. Hiding his face in his pillow now is soaked with tears.

You let him in. You let him hug you as long as he wants. But you asked him to let go so you can make food for him since it usually makes him cheer up. Especially your signature food.

He followed you like a lost puppy, he always felt so full when he is around you. He loved your S/F

(Signature food)

It makes him so happy, feeling the love and warmth you put in the food. Oh how he loves you, he doesn't feel empty when he's around you.

"Thank you for the food my amazing, lovingly chef/[name]" :D

Belphie

You always sleep with him but this one time you couldn't sleep with him.

He was so used to sleeping with you, so now he's just laying there frustrated. (How could you leave him like this!) So he just gave in to sleeping pills that he secretly bought in case if you can't sleep.

(Now he's using it)

That was a bad choice. You have never seen him walking so fast down the hallway. He fell on you. You felt a few tears on your shoulder but didn't mind.

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☆

Everyone was looking at you. Belphie was sleeping on your back/being carried.

Damn. You are hella strong.

"I love you, my Dream catcher"

Or

"I love you, my dreamily love/[name]"

[lcvefriedman]

magic trick

content: gareth emerson x afab reader; suggestive; stressed!gareth x tired!reader; nipple play; oral fixation; banter; cuddling and nipple sucking idk what else to say

gareth was stressed. that much was a constant.

he was always thinking about work and talking about work and answering phone calls about work.

and it wasn't that he neglected you — not at all. there was always time for you, and he made sure to remind you of that whenever you had even a sprinkle of doubt.

but it made you feel bad, even guilty, that you could never seem to find a way to help his stress. to relieve it even a little bit.

you haven't been dating long, only a few months, so you were sure that one day you would learn what the magic trick was-but until then you were left to try all the different things that might ease his mind, even if just for a few moments.

your shift ended late, very late. there was too much to do and the thought of going home at your normal time was unbearable to your boss.

so you ended up getting to gareth and jeff’s apartment a few minutes before midnight.

"hey pretty." he said with a smile as he opened the door.

you tried being quiet as you took your shoes off by the door, but then you noticed there was still very loud music playing from jeff’s room and all the lights were on.

"do you guys just never sleep?"

"night owls." gareth shrugged. he took your bag from you and walked you to his room.

"what were you working on?" you asked as you settled on his bed, crossing your legs under your body.

"just a melody that popped into my head. and then i started writing it and the beat just appeared. so i had to scribble it down."

you nodded with a smile. gareth’s face always lit up when he talked about music, and so you made a point of asking him as many questions as you could about the subject, even though you knew next to nothing. sometimes you weren't even sure how to ask your questions, thinking they'd surely come across as completely juvenile, but gareth always smiled so brightly and explained everything in as much detail as you wanted. so it was so worth it.

"do you wanna keep working on it? i need a shower anyway." you offered with a smile.

gareth nodded, walking around his room to find a pair of sweats that have since became your spare pair, and a tank top.

you turned the fabric over in your hands and chuckled. "must you cut all your shirts?"

"it's called fashion." he scrunched his nose at you with a grin.

"it's called showing too much skin." you teased him.

"yeah," he shrugged, "that's why i gave it to you."

you slapped his chest lightly, clicking your tongue at his flirtatious remark.

gareth just smirked at you in response, leaning in to peck your lips.

"want me to get some food ready while you shower?"

"yes, please. literally anything, i'm starving," you groaned. gareth nodded firmly at you and pushed you towards the shower in his room.

after you washed your very long day away, you quickly put on the clothes he supplied you with. he was very generous when he cut that tank top, and the sides of the shirt were completely gone. if gareth was wearing it, there would've been no problem. in fact, you remember him wearing this exact shirt once and you could so easily see the outline of his belly.

it was a great shirt.

but on you it meant you couldn't possibly not wear a bra-and even though all you wanted after your long day was to rip the uncomfortable cups off you, you couldn't. so you begrudgingly put the bra back on and headed to the kitchen.

gareth kept his end of the bargain and prepared you some food while you were showering. only after you told him three times that you could eat alone and he should get back to working on his song, he listened and resumed his work.

you cleaned up your dishes (and maybe the two other cups that were already in the sink as well) and made your way back to gareth’s room.

all you could hear as you entered the room was gareth scribbling on his notebook paper.

you softly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to startle him. he wore his concentrated face and his headphones, so you were sure he wasn't even aware of your presence.

when he felt your arms around him he sighed, bringing one side of the headphones off.

"all settled now?" he asked, eyes still on the notebook.

"yeah. can we go to bed soon?"

"i, i'm not tired…" he said.

"you will be in the morning when you haven't slept." you reminded him.

"no, i'm too energised now, this is going really well." he informed you with a smile.

you mirrored his smile, kissing his cheek softly.

"and it's late now and you need to rest. come on." you tried, standing up as you rubbed your thumb against his shoulder, "let's find a way to get you to relax."

"okay, fine. i'll cuddle you until you sleep and then i’ll keep going." he sent you an angelic smile, to which you rolled your eyes.

“or i'll cast a magic spell and you'll finally learn how to relax and sleep."

"mmm, doubtful." he scrunched his nose again, laughing at his own words.

you shook your head at him.

the pair of you slid under his large blanket, your back finally telling you just how sore it was feeling from the day you had.

you groaned.

"are you comfy with your bra on?" gareth questioned after he changed his overhead lights to a lamp on his nightstand, painting the whole room in its glow.

"no," you whined, "but your tank top is too revealing i had to keep it on."

"i mean, it's just me here now. i've seen your tits before, yeah?"

"you're always so romantic." you joked.

"come on," he laughed at you, "just want you to have a good sleep."

"or are you trying to get me naked?" you faked a gasp at him.

"i could get you naked in three seconds if i wanted to," he countered, eyebrows raised. "but we both had a long day so i don't think either of us are up for that."

you nodded.

"right?" he made sure to confirm.

"yeah," you sighed, "i would absolutely love to, but i'm too tired for that."

"same," he let his head fall into the pillow, "my brain is far too loud right now to focus."

"that's fair." you nodded. then you sat up, reaching behind your back and undoing your bra easily. you chucked it to the side, letting out a big sigh as your skin breathed freely.

"i hate those things…" you grumbled.

"yeah." gareth said, his eyes fixed on the way your boobs looked from the side, peeking out of the fabric. "hate those things."

"gare, please," you whined, "don't get horny on me, i'm exhausted."

he laughed. "just said i am too!"

"yeah," you breathed out, "but now i took my bra off and you're staring and soon enough you're gonna get grabby and-“

“-hey!" he protested. he brought his hands to your hips, dragging your body closer to him.

"see?" you exclaimed.

he laughed again, hiding his face in your neck as he moved one of his hands under the tank top.

"i'm not starting something, i promise, he grinned at you, "i just wanna feel your warm skin."

"that's how it always starts," you glare at him. it was hard to keep it up, however. as tired as you were, you didn't mind at all when gareth got handsy with you. his hands were always so big compared to your body, and oh so warm, and physical touch was something both of you loved.

so you grumbled just because it made him giggle, and his giggle was too precious not to do whatever it took to hear it.

"your hands are very warm." you smiled softly, basking in the way his warmth moved up and down your middle, sighing once his hand settled on the hill beneath your breasts.

"can i…" gareth hesitated, "can i kiss?"

you puckered up your lips at him in response. he leaned forward and pecked your lips, giggling as he pulled away.

"actually, i meant uh, can i kiss your tits?"

you laughed loudly. "sure, mr. isn't gonna start something.”

"i'm not starting something!" he defended, lifting his tank top over your chest.

he didn't say anything after that, instead leaning forward and planting kisses all over your chest.

somehow, you actually believed him. the way he kissed you was so different than usual.

not that you didn't enjoy his lips all over your tits-but it was calm. he wasn't desperate and eager, he wasn't teasing and smirking. he was simply peppering kisses on your skin, the same way he did to the back of your hand when you watched a movie together.

he moved his body between your legs, settling on top of you, as his movements turned slower-from pecks to open mouthed kisses.

then he wrapped his lips around your nipple slowly.

you gasped at the feeling, hands wrapping around his shoulders, but even to your own ears it didn't sound sexual. it was like a sigh of relief had finally left your body in a way you haven't felt in months.

gareth sighed into your skin, sucking on the bud slowly.

you looked down at him, his eyes softly fluttering as he simply rested his head on your chest, tongue lapping at your nipple tenderly.

you brought a hand into his soft curly hair, moving your fingers through the locks slowly.

"feels nice, gare…" you said, airily. all the stress you were feeling from the day was gone now, your mind concerned only with gareth’s lips around you.

after a few more minutes gareth started kissing away from your nipple, towards the valley between your breasts, making his way to the side he left unattended. then he repeated his actions, bringing your nipple into his mouth calmly.

his hands stayed on either side of your stomach, rubbing against your skin soothingly.

"feels so nice.” he said, voice slow and heavy. he rested his head on your collarbone, eyes shut.

"my head is quiet now…" he whispered. "everything's so calm."

"yeah." you agreed, embracing the way the slight chill in the air clung to the wetness on your nipples. it woke you up, but only slightly. "so calm."

"i could probably keep going until i fell asleep." gareth confessed, his words tired as he put more effort than usual into speaking. his bones had all but turned to jelly-a serenity around him that was usually so foreign.

"please, gare…" you hummed, brushing your fingers through his hair, "wanna fall asleep like this."

gareth sucked your nipple back into his mouth, humming happily as his tongue slowly and delicately flicked around it, his whole body placate on top of you.

gareth’s eyes dropped shut every few moments. he tucked his head on your collarbone, hummed for a moment or two, and then kept going-his movements getting slower and slower the more he sucked on your nipples.

you weren't even sure if you were awake, too engulfed by the warmth of his mouth and his body on top of you and the peacefulness in his sounds to notice where your consciousness had moved on to. gareth felt the same-only focusing on sucking and licking and finally letting the thoughts in his head disappear for once.

you guessed you found the magic trick to calm gareth down.

[allbeendonebefore]

Casual Cruelty

Happy Monmonton Day gang.

So, I don't write anything other than comics like, ever, let alone writing for a dedicated ship event because what even is that. I may chicken out and expunge this from the earth because it's cringe as hell but we'll see. I wrote this literally on my phone any time I was waiting somewhere without wifi or late at night when I couldn't sleep for some reason over the past, like, idk year and a half? I started with the title and went from there.

This is a (canon?*) story featuring Edward and Étienne, friends with benefits, in some indeterminate time period in the late 20th century in Montreal. Ed struggles with a lot of internal strife that almost wanders into the territory of self harm, but not quite. Lots of pining and seemingly unrequited feelings. Some drinking but nothing excessive, and just a tiny bit of bad French. There's nothing particularly unsafe for work although some undressing happens and Ed has very low standards in his fantasies. So, without further ado...

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There were a lot of things that were likeable about Étienne Maisonneuve. He was attractive, naturally, though it was more how he carried himself, curated himself than anything else. One would look from his dark, carefully coiffed curls to the loud and erratic patterns on his clothes into his bright green eyes, peeking over a sunrise of long lashes and an amused smile, and one would gasp in genuine shock as he nonchalantly revealed how his older, taller, more handsome brothers would comment on his various shapes and sizes with caution or contempt, that he needed to tone his body up or his attitude down. Who would tell Étienne of all people that he wasn't enough? Too much, perhaps.

Edward, naturally, liked the coiffed hair and the loud prints and especially the green eyes. He was (silently) pleased that Étienne was not particularly tall (so they were generally at eye level), and whether Étienne could fit into his jeans one way or the other didn't particularly bother him (as Étienne, whether there were comfortable handles at his sides or whether you could cut your hand open on his hip, always chose jeans that were probably a little too small).

It was Étienne's unconventional physique (and his unconventional physicality) that Edward liked because Étienne was always changing, he could barely be held in his own skin. When Étienne reached out for him, which was often, it was all Edward could do to hang on for the ride. And it made him feel that, even with ten years of medication and self hatred and complete lack of control over his own body, perhaps he could become something desirable too. Even if only for a moment.

But it wasn't Étienne's appearance that was particularly occupying Edward's thoughts, even if it was rather pointedly occupying his lap and flashing a gleeful grin towards the other occupants squished tightly together into the booth. It was what he was saying, and the conjectures of Meaning that Edward's mind was trying to keep up with.

"And so I couldn't pretend like I hadn't seen him, I mean, how fucking cowardly!" (The others tittered encouragingly, not wanting to miss the blow by blow, while Edward busied himself with a cluster of little triangles printed on Étienne's shoulder and tried to pay attention and not think about how he himself was a fucking coward more often than not.)

He missed the details about the confrontation in his concentration.

"But I said to him, maybe if he wasn't a biphobic de crisse de-"

The altercation rapidly being sketched in Edward's head, at least, was full of expression and colour and electricity. Étienne had run into (an acquaintance? An ex? An old flame who had burned him one too many times, who had made him swear off love for good?). One (Étienne?) was on their way in, one heading out of the (cafe? diner? dispensary? trading post? dep?). Words were exchanged, the fur flew, Étienne naturally emerged victorious (pleased? bitter? wounded?). However it had felt in the moment, clearly amongst attentive friends it was a savourable challenge and good humoured.

Edward was convincing himself it was something he had taken that made the details slip through his brain like earthworms through wet mulch. Surely it was down to some substance that made his stomach clench, not the fact that he had heard some version of this story from Étienne enough times to wish he hadn't. Étienne confronts the weak-minded conservative. Étienne dashes any hope of salvaging a relationship against the rocks. Étienne pierces the heart of the next poor sap who dares to remind him he ever had one of his own, just because he can.

This is how Étienne is and has always been, Edward reminds himself as he calmly takes a sip of whatever Étienne has pressed into his hand (he can't taste it). What he thought he read from him over the years was projected onto ink and tears that had long since dried, delusions of childish fantasy. The person in his lap was more real, carried more weight, than whatever scrawling Edward had been trying to interpret since before he was literate.

"Eddy?"

"Mm?"

"What do you think?"

Edward stared at him stupidly. Was he supposed to tell him he'd done the right thing? That his casual cruelty to the poor sap who just wanted to pay his bill and go home was his sexiest quality?

"The drink."

Edward weighed the question.

"It's okay."

Peals of laughter rippled forth and jostled Ed from his position, clearly the wrong answer.

"That's Eddy for you, always a polite word. A true Canadian," Étienne teased as he slung an arm around Edward's neck.

Edward flushed. The only thing more embarrassing than not paying attention was being caught out as undiscerning, uncultured.

Back home, he would have leaned into it, but here... The insult would have to slide off his well-oiled armour. He managed a grin, almost as if he meant it, and took another sip.

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His guard was still up even after they stumbled up the metro steps, and as he leaned his head against the bus window away from Étienne's shoulder. It remained so even after the front door closed behind them and Étienne had pirouetted away with their coats and boots.

He excused himself to try to settle the emotional soup in his stomach in front of the bathroom sink before Étienne had a chance to pin him in place. For someone who was so easy to be around, Étienne had a way of making him feel uneasy.

Ed's malaise was chronic and ebbed in like a tide; Étienne was mercurial and his mood shifted sharply and unexpectedly. It was in Edward's interest to deal with himself first rather than risk Étienne misinterpreting him, or worse: feeling responsible for him.

Maybe he'll ask if I'm alright, he thought as he completed his routines. Maybe he'll ask what took so long, or make some joke about getting lost that will lighten the mood enough for me to tell him.

Tell him?

Edward caught his own inquiring eye in the mirror as he dried his hands and swept away the ring of droplets around the rim of the sink. Tell him he didn't perform these little gestures out of the traditional guest-host relationship? That he wanted something impossible?

He leaned on the counter unsteadily, somewhere between faking being sick and being sick.

Here came the tears. What the fuck did he want? For Étienne to knock the door off its hinges and rescue him? To wipe the sick off his face and tuck him in? Or would he rather be back home, imagining becoming the latest villain who dared to try to make E. M. fucking Maisonneuve commit?

This, he reasoned, was the alcohol. Clearly he was simply a sad drunk and the only thing for it was to brush his teeth, splash his face enough to hide any tear tracks, and sleep it off.

He caught himself eyeing the tub in the mirror. It wouldn't do any good, acting on that impulse. Imagining the slip, the fall, the impact and the shout was already giving him a headache. Even if the idea of being exposed, broken, and cradled was appealing. Christ-like, even... he managed a smile. He would find that funny.

Where might his host have got to? Ed doubted he was awaiting him with bated breath. He would surely find him bored, asleep waiting for him on the couch. Or perhaps he had already moved on to amuse himself elsewhere. He dried his hands, flicked off the light and peered down the hall.

There was no sign of life from the living room, but he heard running water. Étienne trying to wash the taste of the evening out, no doubt.

Edward cautiously hovered at the edge of the kitchen, a dimple curving despite himself. Étienne, of all possible things, was furiously washing the last of a generous array of dishes.

"You clean up well, Maisonneuve," Edward gave him an exaggerated once over, smiling at the large amount of water Étienne had somehow spilled down his front in his haste, revealed as he twisted around to acknowledge Edward's presence.

"I was hoping you'd take a little longer, you aren't supposed to know how much I had left to prepare for you and how little I'd done," Étienne smiled and turned back to rinsing the last few stragglers hiding beneath the suds.

"The illusion of your carefree bachelor life is shattered," Edward mock sighed. He leaned against the wall, unable to answer the impulse to help. Somehow, finding Étienne this concerned over it was so...

It was like a dream, watching this private moment. Étienne fiddling with the cap on the dish soap, scrubbing a particularly displeasing spot, nails scratching over the towel. One might even mistake him for mortal, wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans after fumbling around in the dishwater for the plug.

Edward's heart ached sweetly. He couldn't have everything he wanted, but he could continue to savour this tart hurt for a hundred years more. Whatshisname de Biphobe was missing out.

"Effortless." Étienne grinned, scrunching his face in mock satisfaction that blossomed into nothing short of a genuine smile as Edward met his eyes.

"Your secret is safe, I'm nowhere near sober enough to remember your kitchen as anything but spotless," Edward twirled unsteadily out of the doorway to prove his point.

"I'm sorry for that, Eddy," Étienne laughed and reached out to catch Edward's fingers and complete the clumsy flourish. "You flew five hours only for me to find you the worst drink in town."

"I thought you knew this city," Edward's eyes and his resolve crinkled up like tin foil, he couldn't help but interlock their fingers.

"I'll make it up to you," Étienne's gaze sunk briefly, his smile rose.

"Mm? I dunno, I may be ruined for trying new things forever."

"Perhaps I find bad things on purpose," Étienne grinned maliciously. "Get the worst out of the way so that you tolerate the rest. Or that you appreciate my favourites."

"I fly out five hours to "tolerate" the farce of national unity at work, I don't "tolerate" you," Edward looked away from Étienne's face and back down to studying his shirt pattern, dabbing at the damp spots uselessly with his hands and causing Étienne to try to wriggle away.

"What are you doing?" Étienne whined, "It's cold!"

Edward dropped his hands abruptly as Étienne took the opportunity to return the favour, poking and prodding Edward against the wall.

"You're doing, it wrong," Étienne paused, laughing briefly between words, angling for his next attack. He looked up to see Edward's worried expression, which was disturbing enough for Étienne to straighten up and meet his gaze.

"Oh, come on Eddy," he stepped in closer and started playing with the collar of Edward's shirt, "You've barely smiled since you got here. Are you not having fun?"

Edward gulped. He hadn't been, but Étienne knowing this was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

Then again, what other reason did he have to come out here? Their entire relationship for around two decades seemed to balance on Étienne as his personal concierge of fun, legitimate or otherwise.

"Has something happened?" Étienne's brows knit, eyes searching.

"No," Edward recovered. "No more than the usual bullshit."

Étienne looked unconvinced for a moment, but he expertly shifted the tone.

"I'll help you forget all about it." Étienne, clearly plotting something, grinned wickedly as his arms shot out to pin Edward's to his sides.

"What are you-" Edward flushed as Étienne slowly pivoted him back to the door frame.

To his surprise, Étienne released him as quickly as he had caught him. He grinned over his shoulder at Edward, "You were in front of the fridge."

Reaching in for what he was looking for, he added, "There's a jar in the cupboard on your left, please. And I'll also need a bowl and two mugs."

Edward blinked at him stupidly before retrieving the dishes, opting to use what he could find in the cupboards before turning to the freshly washed items by the sink. By the time he had found the jar, he heard a curious hissing sound and nearly dropped the thing when he figured out where it was coming from.

Étienne's electric kettle was soon whistling merrily, and Edward finally brought himself to comment while Étienne reached for the offered bowl.

"Seems you aren't about to burn the place down," he laughed weakly.

"Ha, no, it took some courage for me to try it out but so far it's worked like a charm and expanded my repertoire significantly. I can make all sorts of things: oatmeal, noodles..."

Edward's heartstrings nearly snapped with the strain. He really needed to heighten his standards. The thought of Étienne preparing cup noodles for the two of them should not be attractive. He had to look away before he started imagining him ruggedly heating water over a campfire.

"And the powder?"

Étienne handed him a spoon from the drawer as he fumbled for whatever he was looking for. "Cocoa. I've been experimenting with my own blend," he replied as he triumphantly pulled a beater out from where it had been wedged in the drawer. Slotting it into place with a satisfying click, Étienne turned up the dial and his hand mixer roared to life.

Edward spied the carton of whipping cream next to the bowl and everything fell into place.

Étienne, catching his eye as the mixer powered down, winked teasingly. "Don't worry, I've made extra for later." He handed Edward one of the beaters and could barely restrain his giggles as he popped off the other and brought it to his mouth.

The cold cream did little to help the first blush creeping up Edward's neck and ears. The sour taste did.

Étienne choked on his beater. "Oh, Eddy, no... I swear this was good yesterday," he frantically tried to grab the other beater from Edward.

"It's not bad," Edward spun away with a smile as he finished licking up the cream. "Better than that first drink you gave me, anyway."

"Eddy, you'll make yourself sick-!"

"It isn't that far gone, honest. If it really bothers you, put some plastic wrap on the bowl and we will cook with it tomorrow. Whipping cream is a decent butter substitute, and it'll taste much better than this heated."

Étienne looked at him with amazement for a moment before he hastily followed Edward's instructions. "Where do you learn this stuff?"

"You've been around three centuries and you don't pick this stuff up?"

"I pick it up," Étienne leaned against the fridge door as he closed it, hands behind his back and a sly grin on his face, "off a plate. With a fork."

"How do you survive?"

"Much better now. You're a life saver, I mean it."

Ed turned his attention to the hot chocolate, saved from spoiling, to distract himself from thinking too much about what exactly he meant. Picking it up, he glanced warily at Étienne who gave him an encouraging nod and smile.

The bitter cocoa, the sweet sugar, the hint of cinnamon... Everything had been smoothly whisked and there was even a kick of chili at the end. Étienne's smile grew as Edward's eyes widened.

"It's good. I like it." Surely he could come up with a better compliment than that.

Étienne didn't seem to mind his awkward bluntness, smiling into his own mug without breaking his gaze. "You see, I may be a fuck-up, but things eventually turn out just as I intended."

Edward said nothing, focusing on the cocoa and not the story of the evening. Of course, Étienne Maisonneuve, conquering hero. Always.

The companionable silence as they drank was unbearable. Edward quickly broke it.

"This might be the first hot meal you've ever made for me." He meant to muster a smile, but must have forgotten.

Étienne blinked in surprise. "Not so," his eyes narrowed in concentration. "You remember I made that... the roux, with the peas and corn?"

"Rubaboo," Edward supplied.

"Rubaboo! Now, I could make that at some point, surely. And far more meal-like than this."

Edward didn't want to think about old times. He didn't want to think about his childish thoughts or his naivety and he didn't want to think about the self satisfied glow in his chest that Whatshisname de Biphobe would never, could never know Étienne as long or as well as Edward did.

He didn't want to think about sacrificing almost two hundred years by ruining their relationship and becoming the next poor sap to be discussed over one of Étienne's outings.

Suddenly, the weight of his escape from home settled between his shoulders. He put down his empty mug unsteadily into the sink.

"I have to pass out." He was too tired to try to be anything but his blunt, boring self.

"Of course," Étienne smiled, setting his own mug down and fluidly steering Edward out of the kitchen.

"I'd just brushed my teeth," Edward moaned pathetically.

"Mhm," Étienne flicked off the light behind him.

"It's like 6:00 AM in my head and I just got here and I'm boring and tired, and-"

"And drunk."

"And drunk. And not fun." Edward hiccupped weakly for emphasis.

"Where to?"

"Yours. I won't be able to sleep with Rocket Richard staring at me."

Étienne caught him by the shirt before he could collapse on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned it for Edward and held it back, letting gravity do the rest. Edward fell with a soft sigh, eyes closed.

"'Tienne, peux-tu..." For some reason, it was easier to ask for something in French.

"Bien sûr." He didn't see the smile on Étienne's face, but he could hear it. He felt well practiced hands undo the belt and button at his waist; he then half-heartedly tried to wriggle free.

"Et peux-tu me cuisiner," Edward murmured. "Demain."

"Qu'est-ce que tu voudrais, Édouard?" He felt the denim peel off his legs.

Edward was silent for a long time, drifting off, grasping for the right word. "Oatmeal," he said.

He struggled to hang onto consciousness. Though he couldn't keep his eyes open, he heard Étienne laugh. Seconds later, or maybe a few minutes, he heard the clink of a cup set against the nearby night table.

Even nearly asleep, a wave of guilt lapped at him. It wasn't so long ago that he could keep up with Étienne, that he could be fun, almost without pretending. Now Étienne was tucking him in and keeping him hydrated, like a child, or an old man.

"J'm'excuse..." he mumbled.

"Ahh, Eddy. Toujours le 'Canadian'." Étienne teased, a mocking melody on the English. Edward felt the warmth from Étienne’s cupped hand, mussing his hair gently. "Bonne nuit, mon chum."

There were a lot of things he loved about Étienne Maisonneuve. He loved how he never took himself, or anyone else, too seriously. He loved how every time he fucked something up, he would find a way around it or through it. He loved his warm dishpan hands and the solid press of him against his back. He loved the way he was causally cruel, biting and acidic. He loved when his smiles met his eyes and when his eyes met his.

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*It's canon in the sense that they are immortal personified cities but it's only "canon" if you accept it as such. I try to position myself somewhere in between @randomoranges' fluffy candy writing and @quatschmachen's angsty torment writing I guess, so today you get a little of both.

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

okay so i’ve been thinking about it and as much as i want to write this idea i don’t have the time to do it but i was thinking about our frat peter convo from a couple months back and like imagine he and reader had been dating for a bit like super serious but they haven’t really discussed where they go from here and maybe reader has a pregnancy scare frat peter goes into like okay yeah this is what i want OR if we don’t like that maybe it’s close to graduation and she’s getting this really big opportunity that means she’ll have to leave NYC for a couple months and wants peter to make up his mind.

also sorry this is so late abby, but i know whatever you pick will be amazing.

Ahh thank you Bambi! And no worries <3 I'm gonna try the second one since idk how to write pregnancy stuff lol. Sorry it's short, but I hope you like it!

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You let out a long breath, carding your fingers through Peter's blond hair as he lie on your chest. Tangled bed sheets covered your bodies, smelling of last night as the morning light streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. You knew he'd been awake awhile — had come to know the ins and outs of Peter these past months.

As his fingers twitched along your hip, you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. A hum came from the back of his throat, barely audible above the sound of your heartbeat. Peter must've heard it, the pounding right below his ear. He held you tighter, his voice raspy from sleep as he said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," you whispered back, keeping your breathing even. But it wasn't enough because he slowly lifted his head to look at you with those honey eyes.

His thumb came up to swipe along your jaw. "Are you okay?" A crease formed between his eyebrows, each wrinkle holding a million questions.

You had to look away, teeth chewing on your bottom lip. A hard swallow passed down your throat, making your words come out rough and jagged. "I got the internship, Peter." And before his smile could grow too wide, you said, "But it's three months long... and in California. I'll be gone the whole summer."

Tears already stung at the corners of your eyes, not that you'd let him see that. You did, though, let him scoop you into a crushing hug. Along the skin of your neck, you felt his grin on his lips kiss you. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. God, I never doubted you for a minute."

Your fingers pressed into his bare back, trying to memorize how the muscles moved and the warmth his body gave off. And now, you couldn't stop yourself from saying what had been going through your mind for weeks.

"Will you be here when... the summer's over?" you whispered, pushing down the tightness in your chest. The silence following rang in your ears, feeling as if it could suffocate you.

Peter pulled back, tilting his head as he said, "I'm staying here for the time being, with Dr. Octavius. You know that."

Breathing out a humorless laugh, you shook your head. "Peter, I-" you started, suddenly regretting bringing it up. But you had to know. "I know this has been fun, but are you in this for the long run? Because I don't think I can leave without knowing if this will be here when I come back," you said, gesturing between the two of you.

While the fluttering in your stomach grew stronger, your thoughts racing painfully through your mind, Peter gave you a smirk that almost made you want to forget about all this. His face moved closer to yours, his voice dropping low as he said, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend right now?"

Your eyebrows raised, a scoff escaping your mouth. Unable to keep from laughing, you pushed him away. "Here I am pouring my heart out to you, and you're making fun of me."

"Hey, hey. I'm not making fun of you," he told you, looking you straight in the eyes. "I'd really like to be your boyfriend."

The air left your lungs, your gaze fixed only on Peter. "Yeah?" The word barely came out louder than a whisper, as if it could wake you up from this dream at any moment.

"Yeah," he breathed against you, bringing his hands up to cup your jaw. He pressed his lips to yours, and you savored every moment. He was yours. You were his.

But he broke away for a second to say, "You know, I'm sure Otto wouldn't mind if I took some time off, say, for a vacation to California. Preferably for the whole summer, but we'll see what I can get."

Your mouth grew into a smile so wide it hurt your cheeks, your heart melting. Your arms hugged Peter close to you, never wanting to let him go. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

His rumbling laugh vibrated against you. "I've only been your boyfriend for one minute."

"I know."

[sammyboyimagines]

Road Trip Pt. 3

Summary: You were finding it hard to deal with Steve, and it was only 3 hours into the road trip. How could you possibly last 2 days? Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (minors I will tell your mothers, leave now!!), angst smut, enemies to lovers, smut and more smut, one-bed trope-ish, dirty talk, oral sex, swearing, partial angry sex?? idk if there's more

//this is my first time writing smut, I did so much research on this, idk how good it'll be but it is something! It is words!

The front door slammed closed in front of you as you grappled with the idea that Steve had just placed in your head. 

He thought you were using him?

You paused a few minutes, hoping Steve might feel a change of heart. You honestly didn't expect him to say that. You thought he would say he didn't want to do this anymore. That was the vibe you were getting from the minute you stepped into his car. You could feel the tension in the room, and he wasn't even there!

As you waited for Steve longer and longer, you decided to let him take the bed. You detested him, but you wouldn't make him suffer while you snuggled in a warm queen bed alone. The small stained yellow sofa in the corner of the room became your bed. Soon you were turning off the lights in the room and curling up.

Steve was sitting in his car, his head leaning against the freezing steering wheel. He would have slept in his car, but it was way too cold outside, even if he had a million blankets. 

Steve always had a vision of how he would have confessed his feelings to you. He would have invited you for a movie night at his house and confessed his feelings over greasy pizza and popcorn. You'd reply with something along the lines of "I like you too," Obviously, Steve knew it would go a little different than that. He'd probably stutter a little when he caught a glimpse of your gorgeous eyes watching him. His hands would start to get clammy as the words "I'm in love with you" catch in his throat before he could tell you. He'd forget his whole speech the minute your sweet laughter filled his ears as you watched him struggle to remember his words.

In his head, he imagined himself already dating you. He could imagine his head in your lap, a book in your hand as you read and slowly brush your soft hands through his tangled hair. He imagined going away with you, sleeping in until the late morning with the sun shining through sheer white drapes on a Sunday. 

But that was gone now. His dreams of finally having you in his arms were gone from the moment he heard Tommy talking about you. He tried to date Nancy, hoping that he'd forget about you. He couldn't.

Each time he'd see your face in the hallway, it felt like he was seeing you for the first time. He'd push the image out of his mind. Your loving and kind eyes still had the same feelings for him, even if he couldn't see past the hatred you feigned. 

He tried several girls, hoping one of them would make him feel the same way he had felt about you, but to no avail. It was hard for him to move on. He enjoyed his short-lived relationship with Nancy but deep down he still thought of you, he'd never tell you that though. After all, you didn't really care for him, right?

He gave himself a mental pep talk. He saw the lights to your room go off, so he assumed you were falling asleep now. He took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face. "It's just one night, then we can get this over with."

If he was being honest, he was hurt by your cold demeanor. He couldn't understand you, that much he knew. He had tried for years to understand why you had affected him and how you'd grown so dear to him, but he couldn't. You were an enigma, a beautiful, cold, confusing enigma. Steve reaches in his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a picture.

It's you. You're sitting on your bed reading some textbook from a class that he'd probably failed. He always thought the sight was beautiful. The focused look on your face as you curl your legs up to get comfortable, the way your face would scrunch up as you did your homework. It was all perfect. You were perfect. 

He takes the small picture between his two hands and rips it in half. Then in half again, and again. 

He shoves it into the glove box without a second thought, the small shards of the photograph spreading out as he placed them down. He got out of his car and walked back to your room. Steve felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He ran away from you like a coward.

He unlocked the door, flinching as it started to creak when he pushed it open. He was relieved to see you weren't in his face, ready to argue again. He never wanted to spend another minute with you once he heard the rumor, but now he was sharing a room with his ex-best friend. 

Steve glanced over at your sleeping figure curled up on the sofa and sighed in defeat. A small part of him felt terrible for being so harsh and rude to you, however, he had been holding those feelings back for a long time. 

He changed into some loose sweatpants and a plain shirt, shivering slightly when the cold air from the fan above the bed finally got to him. He slipped into bed and attempted to fluff up the singular, flattened pillow that the hotel provided. He quickly felt himself drift off into a much-needed sleep. Until he heard shuffling. 

He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to bring himself out of the blissful feeling of being half-asleep. The shuffling continued, and he opened his eyes when you sighed and stood up, the aged floorboards creaking underneath you. Steve was a pretty heavy sleeper, but he preferred silence when he was trying to sleep at 5 in the morning.

"Y/n, will you stop making so much noise?" Steve wanted his much-needed rest. He got grumpy when he was tired, something you already knew whenever you'd have sleepovers as kids. He always fondly remembered you giggling late at night because he would have mumbled something in his sleep. The feeling of waking up to your sweet, silent laughter; took his breath away.

"You try sleeping on a tiny old sofa with weird stains. The damn sheet won't stay on." You clutched the extra provided sheet in your hands as you attempted to spread it over the sofa. "Okay, but can you just not make noise?" Steve didn't realize how mean he was.

"Can you not bother me for five minutes? We both aren't getting what we want." You were also grumpy. Steve took this personally.

"Oh, I'm bothering you? I'd say it's the other way around. You know, you're being a real bitch today." you let out a gasp, he knew he messed up. He was too drowsy to realize what words were leaving his mouth. "Who made me act like this? You. You brought this on yourself the moment you asked me to help you burn that fucking lab down. Either you quit acting like I hurt you or I'm hitching a ride and going back to Hawkins." by the end of your sentence, you were right next to the bed with your finger pointed at him. You turned the bedside lamp on as you felt another argument coming on.

"You did hurt me! You were using me for whatever your sick reason was! You probably wanted to use me so you could fuck the popular seniors, is that what it was? I always saw you eyeing that one guy, what was his name?" he didn't know why he was saying this, even he was shocked at what he was saying. All he knew was that you looked absolutely stunning with your messy hair and shorts that barely covered anything. Of course, he thought you looked amazing in anything.

"Seriously? Do you think I was interested in those assholes? How many times do I have to tell you that I wasn't using you! I could have got what I wanted like 2 years ago if that was true!" you rubbed your face tiredly. The people sleeping in the next room were probably silently begging for the noise to stop. He stands up and walks towards you, the scent of his cologne filling the air. You felt your hands clam up as you tried to distract yourself from him. Steve had the perfect view, he could see your lacy bra peeking out of your low-cut tank top. He hated to admit it, but he could never get over you. He'd imagine the way your tits would feel against him while making out.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would have taken off with my money or something too." he was standing now, about 5 inches from you. Your bodies were practically touching. As angry as you were, feeling Steve's warm body heat was something you were starving for during this cold November night.

"You really are delusional. Since when have I even borrowed any money from you? I have my own job, fuck you and your money." you laughed to yourself. The situation wasn't funny, it was just unbelievable how untrusting he was. 

"Oh, I'm sure you'd like to, huh, Y/n? Fuck me and use me to get ahead. That sounds just like you." with that, you'd had enough. 

You slapped him.

That was new. "I don't know what your fake friends told you about me, but it's not true. If you weren't so obsessed with yourself-" he cut you off by Steve's hands entrapping you against the wall. One hand slips down from the wall to cup your jaw as he pulled you into a frantic kiss. Steve expected you to pull away, but you stayed. The kiss was truly sinful and heated. You'd be an idiot to pull away right now. Steve's large hand cupped the side of your face as he pressed himself against you, his body firm and warm. You shivered from the sudden affection and warmth. 

Steve pulled away slowly, his quick breaths fanning against your lips as he was only an inch away from your lips. You wanted to pull him back and take what was so close to you. "No, I was obsessed with you, Y/n. Don't you get it?" he pressed a hand against your lower back, dragging you closer to him. "God you're so hot when you're angry at me.." he chuckles to himself as he leans forward to leave gently sloppy kisses along your jawline. 

"You have a lot to make up for, Steve," Steve smirked against your collarbone when he heard a small whimper leave your mouth. "I know, baby. I'll make it up to you. I've wanted to do this for years." he mumbled as he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, inhaling sharply at the feel of your soft warm skin underneath.

Steve pulled away and tugged at your top gently, his lips red and glistening as he held you close to him. Normally, he had good self-control, but around you, when you were in his face with so much emotion. He couldn't ignore the way your perfume drove him crazy the moment you got in his face to yell at him. He couldn't ignore your outfit either. He'd fantasized about this throughout the years, but being here with you now, he was drunk on the feeling of your lips on his, your body so close to him, your soft delicious moans filling his ears. Pure bliss.

He couldn't hold back.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he breathed out a low groan. "Are you okay with this?" his chest was starting to heave, and you couldn't help but admire the sight. His hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed a light red from excitement. He was exactly what you needed right now. Whether you had a bad past or not, you would throw it away for a chance to make up. 

"God yes, Steve. I've wanted this for a long time too.." you could see Steve's eyes light up in amusement. He hums, "Mm, how long, baby? Wanna hear you say it.." His hands traveled to your ass, groping the flesh underneath your sheer, tiny shorts. He'd keep those on if he could, anything to see the delicious sight of you bent over in front of him while reaching for something you dropped. But right now, his goal was to make up for lost time and rude accusations. 

"Years.." your breathy moans only fueled the fire growing inside him. He was getting more confident by the minute. You, his long-term crush, were now confessing that you've liked him for years. He could die happy knowing you felt the same way. But then he felt the guilt. The overwhelming, gut-churning guilt. 

"Such a good girl..." he started, pulling your thin tank top above your head and aimlessly tossing it aside. "I'm sorry for being so mean, I was being an idiot." He held your waist, both of your hearts practically beating out of your chests.

"Steve, you're forgiven. Just promise me you will come to me before you believe your stupid friends." the words made him physically relax in front of her. He nodded frantically as he ran his hands up and down your torso. "Of course babe. As I said, I was an idiot." He wanted to let you know that he felt terrible. You bit your lip in anticipation and held his face in your hands. "You are an idiot. But you're a really hot idiot." you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers brushing through his thick brown hair as you made out with him. 

Steve reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling his lips away from yours. "Lay on the bed for me." after he said that, he took that as his chance to take his shirt off. Steve looked up at you from the floor and his face softened. If he could stay in this spot for eternity, he'd be happy. He never realized how much you affected him, but seeing you here so vulnerable and loving. It opened his eyes.

"Jesus you are so hot" he couldn't keep his eyes off of your gorgeous thighs as he stumbled out of his sweatpants. The lamps' golden light shining against your pretty, beautiful figure made part of him want to skip ahead to the good part, but the other part wanted to take his time with you to make up for his behavior.

He crawled onto the bed and pressed a firm, yet loving kiss to your lips. "Is this okay? Will you let me fix my stupid mistakes and make it up to you?" Steve wanted you to know how sorry he was. What better way to let you know than to make love to you.

Once he got your approval, he slid his hands up your torso and gently kneaded your breasts, adoring the feeling of your soft skin. "Fuck this is a dream.." he hums to himself. Steve wanted to tell you how perfect you were in this moment, in every moment in fact. Even when you were mad at him, he still found it difficult to focus when your cute nose would scrunch up at certain words, or the way you'd talk with your arms when scolding him. 

"Mm stop teasing, Harrington" he chuckled at your words and pressed light kisses down your chest and stomach. "Just wanna take my time with you, babe. Make up for wasted time." you bit back a moan as his soft lips took his time getting to where you wanted him the most. 

Steve positioned himself between your thighs as he paid extra attention to your breasts. "God you're so addictive." you could feel that he was already hard against your leg, and it only turned you on more. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he was hard the moment he saw you walk toward him in your angry rant. 

You felt dizzy when Steve pulled your underwear to the side and circled his thumb over your clit gently. After a few seconds, you were already panting underneath him, while he was leaving hickeys on your neck and breasts. His love for your boobs was extremely obvious as he hyper-focused on them while giving your other parts minor attention. 

You let out some high-pitched moans and in return, you bit your lip in a poor attempt your shut yourself up. Steve pulled your panties off at a slow pace, admiring how wet you were underneath. "Could feel it through your panties. Tell me what you want, pretty girl. No more hiding those moans, they're too sexy."

If you weren't already a puddle on the floor, his words were making you melt into his touch as he bent down to press light kisses to your inner thighs. You weren't able to answer him, you were too focused on one of his fingers sliding inside you, however, you wanted more.

"Fuck, please.." you were a whining and squirming mess underneath Steve as he sucked on your clit gently. "Please what, baby? Use your words.."

You couldn't speak your mind, as he was adding more fingers and picking up the pace. He pulls his mouth away and gave you a cocky smirk from in between your thighs. "You look so beautiful right now. A mess because of me." he cooed, watching you grind against his hand.

He decided he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his hand away and you immediately whined in protest. "I know, I know. Such a good girl for me, baby." he kissed you softly, humming in satisfaction as you reached down to palm his boner through the boxers he still had on. "Off.." you mumbled onto his lips, to which he obeyed.

"You still okay with this?" he sat on his knees between your thighs, his eyes wandering all over your body before you could respond. "Yes Steve, please just fuck me already. Been waiting for years." it was the truth, you'd been longing for him and silently begging for fate to turn his head to you.

"Alright baby, I won't keep you waiting any longer." he pulled a condom out of his bag and turned back to see you smirking. "Tell me you didn't plan this.." you laughed, it was music to Steve's ears. He was impossibly harder. "Nope, just happened to have one." he shrugs it off, smiling wider when your arms pull him back into bed.

Steve held your hips tight, you knew there would be bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. All you could care about was him. His warm ragged breaths across your neck, his arms surrounding you, his cock pressed against your entrance making it hard to think of anything but him.

"Damn you drive me crazy, you realize that?" he chuckled and lined himself up, admiring how easy it was for the both of you to be vulnerable. Even despite expressing your hate for each not even an hour ago. "So do you, you're like walking sex." both of you laughed until Steve slid inside you. You both let out a breathy moan, yours louder than his.

"Fuck you feel amazing. I don't know how long I can hold back, baby." you moaned when he started pushing in and out of you at a slow pace. "Don't hold back then. Please, Steve, I need you so bad." god his name on your lips sounded like heaven to him.

His thrusts sped up and every time you'd beg him to go harder or faster, he'd obey. How could he not when the love of his life was begging so sweetly?

You wrapped your legs around Steve's waist. "God you're so perfect for me.." he groans and tightens his grip on your hips, lifting you slightly so he can get a better angle to fuck you at. You couldn't form words or thoughts, you could only hear yourself making moans that definitely woke up the neighbors. "C'mon baby, moan my name please." Steve was surprised he had lasted this long. He assumed he would lose it within one minute once he got inside your warm and wet cunt. 

You held onto the sheets as Steve roughly thrust into you, your voice becoming more hoarse by the second. His cock was thicker than anyone you'd been with, and he was hitting all the right spots. It was like he was perfect for you like he knew you inside and out. 

Steve moaned your name lightly when he felt you clenching around him. Fuck, at this rate he'd only last a little while longer. "Fuck baby do that again, are you close?" his frantic voice paired with small gasps and grunts brought you even closer to the edge, you felt his nails dig into the fleshy skin on your thighs as he desperately searched for an angle that would drive you crazy. The moans you let out were sinful, to say the least, and they made Steve weak in the knees as he watched your head tilt back in pleasure.

He eventually found that spot and you gasped and moaned his name. "C'mon baby, be a good girl for me and cum on my cock. Please baby." he was practically begging at this point. He wanted you to cum first before he could, and he wasn't going to back down from that.

You were in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm coming. "Steve don't stop, fuck don't stop.." you moaned his name repeatedly, it was music to his ears. He thought he was in heaven.

You came with a loud moan of his name, your legs trembling around his waist as he fucked you through your orgasm. Steve's orgasm immediately followed your own. He let out a breathy groan of your name and a bunch of profanity, his trhusts slow and uneven as his cum filled the condom. 

He could stay in this position forever and he would die happy, but he knew he had to get some sleep for the long drive tomorrow. You whined when he pulled out of your sore, used cunt. "I know, let me help you out baby." he brought you a some water and anything else you might need.

"I'm sorry for treating you like shit, I was stupid to not come to you ask about the rumor. God you have no idea how mad I am with Tommy and Carol right now." he chuckles, but you didn't. This made him worry. 

"It's okay Steve, are we dating now or was this a one time thing?" you were terrified that you had been another notch in his belt. Steve frowned and pulled you close, covering your tired sweaty bodies with the thin hotel blanket. "Y/n, now that I finally have you...I am never letting you go."

"Never?" you turned to look at him, catching his gaze of pure love and admiration.

"Never."

//sorry if the smut wasn't the best, it's my first time writing smut! there will be one more short little drabble as part 4!

[hugheshugs]

cinnamon and spice | q. hughes + b. boeser

this one was a request !! i apologize that it took months to get this done but i hope u like it :))

prompts: #18 — "i don't want to break your heart." // #36 — "i'm going to puke on your jersey." // #96 — "how did you find out?" // #100 — "why didn't you tell me?"

summary: you and quinn used to hook up but he ghosts you and you find out you're pregnant. your best friend brock is there to help you until you see quinn again.

pairing: bestfriend!brock x pregnant!reader, babydaddy!quinn x pregnant!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: vomiting, pregnancy things, mentions of alcohol, anxiety.

note: idk how i feel abt this one ahh, its very different from my other fics i think. i also dont think i'll be writing another pregnancy fic bc it took me way too long to write this one !! that being said, i hope u guys enjoy this

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delivered.

you and quinn were never close. fuck buddies, yes, but you weren't best friends. you guys were sort of always stuck between 'we shouldn't be friends' and 'we shouldn't catch feelings.' it was weird so you both never got emotionally attached to each other.

sure you guys talked, — he texted you before he came to fuck you but that was it.

you guys only used each other for sex. it wasn't until you realized you only let yourself give in to quinn that you figured you may be catching feelings.

a month later, quinn hasn't texted you back. you spent countless days and nights wondering what went wrong, if you did something to make him leave, but you simply couldn't come up with anything. it hurt but you just think that maybe he found someone else to sleep with.

weeks pass by and you start feeling a bit worried. you missed your period and thought it might just be late but it never came. tiredness, nausea, things that were never a problem for you before have been wreaking havoc in your daily life and you're 99% sure you know why.

bundling up, you muster the strength to go out and grab a pregnancy test. you hope you don't feel nauseous on the way there because you definitely aren't going to ask anyone to get it for you.

luckily, the short journey isn't too much of a hassle and you make it there and back home safely. you were smart enough to drink a ton of water before leaving so when you get home, you don't have to wait to take the test.

you feel your heart beating in your head as you shrug your jacket off and shakily walk over to your bathroom, test in your hands. you feel like you already know what the answer is and there's only one person that could be the father. you aren't sure if you're more worried about the baby or telling quinn you're bearing his child.

positive.

your eyes widen, heart leaping in your chest as you throw the test across the room.

"what the fuck?" you ask yourself, running a hand through your hair.

quinn was always serious about protection, which is why you can't think of a single time where maybe you guys somehow just forgot. the condom must have broken or had a hole in it and he just never noticed, but what the fuck.

with a drum beating against your ribcage, you grab your purse and walk out the door with only one thing on your mind.

--

"brock!"

you run towards him, engulfing him in a massive hug the second you reach him. almost as if an emotional wave washes over you, you begin crying into his neck.

"hey, what's wrong?" brock asks in concern, eyebrows furrowing as he holds your shaking body in his arms.

he wasn't expecting to see you, and definitely not right after practice. he was on his way home just before you saw him and he's confused as hell.

you shake your head, unable to answer him at the moment. all you want right now is the support of your best friend. you don't know how you're going to handle everything by yourself and it's too much for you to take in.

"breathe for me, c'mon. take deep breaths, you gotta chill out," he tries soothing you, a hand rubbing your back comfortingly.

it helps. after a couple minutes of him reassuring you quietly in your ear, your sobs turn into sniffles and you pull away from his grasp. with a pounding head, you can't bare to look him in the eyes. what's he going to think of you? how's he going to feel about you sleeping with one of his closest friends?

"what's wrong? you can't just come to me crying and expect me to not want answers," he tells you, lifting your head up with his palms and wiping your tears.

"i—" your voice sounds scratchy and gross, making you close your eyes and take a deep breath before speaking. "can we go to your place please? i'll explain there, i promise."

brock's about to refuse, not about taking you to his place but about you telling him once you get there. he's dying to know what's got you so worked up but he sees the look on your face and sighs, unable to say no.

"alright, let's go."

"yay," you whisper, which makes him chuckle.

he rests his hand on the small of your back as he leads you to his car. looking out the doors of the arena, he sees the pouring rain and takes a double take when he looks at you again.

"how did you get here?"

"i ran."

"in the rain?" he asks in disbelief.

"no, it wasn't raining when i got here. guess i got lucky," you shrug and he rolls his eyes, stopping in his tracks to set his bag down.

he pulls out a hoodie and hands it to you. "you're not getting sick on my watch, little missy."

"can i keep it?" you ask excitedly.

brock bites the inside of his cheek when he sees the grin on your face, the redness of your eyes making it a sore sight.

"yeah, why not?"

--

you need to tell someone. it would be a bad idea not to, no? you can't keep it in for too long, especially when you know you're going to need some help. quinn can't be kept in the dark either, but the thought of telling him about your pregnancy makes bile rise to your throat immediately, so you try to push that thought away as best as you can.

taking a seat on brocks couch, the colour drains from your face when coolie comes to your side and begins sniffing your stomach. you peak over at brock to see him looking through his pantries in the kitchen so you smile and pet the dog beside you.

"i know you know," you whisper. "but you can't tell anyone, okay?"

coolie pauses his sniffing to stare at you and you simply laugh, although your stomach beings feeling even worse. guess you couldn't push away that thought for too long.

brock finally walks over with your favourite snack which only makes you want to gag. milo starts barking loudly from his seat on the ground and you clutch your ears, suddenly feeling sensitive to the sound.

"milo, stop that!"

you shouldn't be feeling as anxious as you are. it's probably bad for the baby but you can't help it. you close your eyes and try taking deep breaths but you can't, forcing you to open your eyes and look at brock.

"i'm going to puke."

his eyes widen but before he can say anything, you run past him. he follows swiftly behind you and brings a fist to his mouth in disgust when he sees you throwing up into his toilet.

he fights back his hesitations when hot tears escape your eyes and you begin coughing as saliva drips out of your mouth. bending down to take a seat, he scrunches his nose at the horrid smell but holds your hair back for you as you continue emptying your stomach.

after a couple minutes, you don't feel anything coming up and you take heavy breaths, leaning back into brock's chest. he uses his hands to brush away the stray hairs that are sticking onto your damp forehead, once again pushing away every thought of disgust that flows through his mind.

"y/n, you need to tell me what's wrong."

"i want peanut butter," you mumble. you start to feel tired, not having eaten much throughout the day and just puking it all out. you have nothing in your system. "with pickles. pickles 'n peanut butter."

brock furrows his eyebrows. "you're a fucking weirdo. c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

he helps you stand up and thankfully you have enough energy to walk on your own and brush your teeth (using a spare toothbrush of course, not brock's). he lets you do your thing while he goes back to his kitchen to find you pickles and peanut butter.

when you walk out and meet him, you see a jar of pickles set out for you with peanut butter. you grin, taking a seat and digging in. brock stands on the other side of the island and grimaces at the sight.

"mmm, brock, this is so good! you wanna try?"

"no! no, i'm good. i'm perfectly fine standing right over here," he says quickly, watching as milo comes over to sit beside you. something feels weird to him. he senses a change in his pups, noticing that they seem a bit more.. protective of you. they had even been sitting by the bathroom while you were in there puking your guts out.

"you good? you look like you're stressed," you ask with your mouth full.

"why were you crying? you came to find me at the arena and you were crying. you said you were going to tell me what's wrong but you haven't," he gets straight to the point and your heart drops.

"uhm, well.." you swallow the food in your mouth, thinking about how to tell him. "please don't be mad."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"i'm pregnant."

"you're what?" his eyes bulge and he dashes around the counter. "did i hear you correctly? did you just say you're pregnant?"

"yes! yes, i am but please don't be mad and please don't tell anyone, brock, please."

"i won't tell anyone, i just," he lets out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he sits beside you. "who's the father?"

you give him a sheepish look. "pinky promise you won't be mad?"

he rolls his eyes and gives you his pinky. you lock yours with his and look directly at him.

"quinn."

"hughes?"

"who else?"

"i'm gonna kill him."

your eyes widen as brock stands up from his seat, making you rush over to stop him. you grab his arms and hold him in place, making him glare at you expectantly.

"it wasn't his fault—"

"wasn't his fault? y/n, he's been hooking up with girls and you're over here pregnant with his kid! don't fucking defend h— wait, how the fuck did this even happen?"

"listen, i'll tell you everything but can we please sit down and talk it over. i really need your help, that's why i came to find you."

he gives you a reluctant nod and you drag him over to his couch, his eyes softening as he finds you unconsciously resting a hand on your stomach. you both sit down and you tell him everything, from the minute you and quinn decided to be fuck buddies up until now. surprisingly, you aren't in tears by the end, you're just scared and brock can see it. he's so incredibly happy for you but he knows you're young and don't know what to do, which breaks his heart.

"i'm sorry i hid everything from you and i'm sorry i came to you with all this. i just found out about this today," you tell him, gesturing to your stomach. "you were the first person i wanted to tell."

brock gives you a small smile. "i appreciate that. you have no idea how happy i am for you but it's okay to be afraid, you know? i can see that you're unsure of everything but i'm here for you, i promise."

you don't waste a moment pulling him into a hug and he rubs your back soothingly, hoping to ease your tensions.

"i want you to stay with me."

your eyebrows crease at his words and you try pulling out of his grasp but he doesn't let go.

"i need to know you and your baby are safe at all times. please, i don't want you living alone. at least until you tell him," he explains.

"i don't want to be a burden—"

"you're not, you'll never be. you need to understand that i really don't think it's a good idea for you to be pregnant and alone, all i want to do is help you. please."

you nod in the crease of his neck, pulling him closer. "okay. i'll stay."

--

you're 16 weeks pregnant now. your bump is starting to show but it's easily hidden by the endless amount of brock's clothes you've stolen. you've been staying with him like you said you would and it hasn't been the best time but he couldn't be any more understanding.

tonight, you guys are going to a small get together at bo's house. you decided you've waited way too long and you can't keep quinn in the dark anymore so you plan on telling him tonight. he deserves to be given the opportunity to support you and his child if he wants, and you won't blame him if he doesn't want to but he needs to know it's an option.

you've seen him and his girlfriend on social media and to say you're a bit intimidated would be an understatement. she's a model but she doesn't seem the nicest and things look like they're getting pretty serious between the two. at least, that's what brock's been saying, which only makes you feel worse about quinn not knowing.

you get ready and pull on a pair of sweats and one of brock's hoodies. making your way out of your temporary bedroom, brock laughs when he sees you.

"you're really gonna wear my clothes?"

"yeah, is there a problem? i can take it off if you want me to."

"no, it's not a problem. i was just thinking that people might think we're together or something."

you blink slowly in thought, realizing he's right. no one even knows you're living with him, what'll they think when you show up in his clothes?

"i'll just pretend i bought a really big hoodie. no big deal," you shrug. "i doubt they remember this is yours, right?"

"we'll have to wait and find out," he says breathily before opening the front door.

the car ride is silent, other than the soft radio hum in the background and you tapping your foot anxiously as you think about talking to quinn. you don't know how he'll react and you're scared he's going to freak out or get mad at you for some reason.

"you okay?" brock asks, sensing your distress.

"just thinking about quinn.."

"you still like him?"

"mhm," your eyes trail off as you look out the window. "but he's in this perfect relationship and here i am about to screw it up."

"don't say that. it takes two to make a damn kid, you're not screwing anything up. if anything, he screwed it up himself. and if he says or does anything to hurt you, i will personally beat his ass," brock tells you, making you smile at his overprotectiveness.

"i don't know if i want you to beat up my baby daddy," you joke.

"he'll get it if he deserves it," he says as he parks outside bo's.

he sees you eyeing the house carefully and notices your hand shaking a bit. he grabs it softly with one hand and holds your face with the other, forcing you to look at him.

"hey, everything's going to be okay. you know quinn, he's a good guy. it might be a shock to him at first but he'll get over it.. and if he doesn't, you have a whole group of guys in there who'll happily play uncle for your little one. we got your back."

he wipes a stray tear that fell from your eye, your heart melting at his words. you know he's right. no matter how this goes, you have other friends who'll support you no matter what. you nod your head and give him a small smile, he sends you a grin in return. you both make your way out of the car and walk over to the front door where holly greets you instantly.

"hi guys! long time no see, how are you?" she asks happily, pulling brock in for a hug.

"i'm great, you?" he wraps his arms around her and gives you a look, hinting at your stomach.

your eyes widen as you realize she'll feel your belly when she hugs you so when she comes over, you give her an awkward side hug instead. thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice anything and ushers you both into the house.

in the living room, you see a couple of brock's teammates (who are also your friends) and their significant others hanging out. noticing that most of them are drinking, you pray that they don't give you a drink as well, thinking about how you're going to convince them that the girl who never used to pass up a free drink doesn't drink anymore.

conor sees you and jumps up from his seat, making you grab brock's arm. you weren't planning on telling anyone other than quinn about your pregnancy but if people keep trying to hug you it's not going to stay a secret for too long.

"hey, y/n/n! how are ya?" conor asks, standing in front of you. his eyes flicker down to your hold on brock but he doesn't question it.

"i'm good, how are you?"

"i'm great. missed my friend, that's for sure."

you look at him guiltily. "sorry.. i've just been a bit busy."

"no worries. glad you're here now though. c'mon, let's get you a drink."

you hadn't realized the group had quieted down at yours and brock's arrival. each of them waited to greet you but they'd been listening on your conversation and as soon as conor mentioned the drink, it felt like a pin dropped because of the way you remain quiet.

"uhm, i can't.." you squeeze brock's hand, silently pleading for help.

"since when does y/f/n not drink? that's news to me," elias says, making brock chuckle.

"she's my designated driver for tonight. i'm tryna get drunk so she's gonna drive me home, no biggie," brock saves your ass. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when everyone drops the case and goes back to their conversations.

"thanks," you whisper as conor retreats.

"you're welcome. now where's quinner.." brock trails off, looking around as you both take a seat on the huge sofa.

"he's probably just not here yet—"

you stand corrected as quinn walks in the room with a girl on his arm. you feel like the whole world stopped. everything around you blurs with him as your main focus and your heart leaps when his eyes meet yours.

you swallow the growing lump in your throat and try forgetting about the feelings you have for him, his girlfriend being an indicator that whatever you once had is over. butterflies consume you, your mind almost mistaking the feeling for nausea as he and the girl take a seat beside you.

you give him a smile but your expression changes when you look down and notice he's wearing a jersey.

you furrow your eyebrows. "what are you wearing?"

"we were running late so i grabbed the first thing i saw," he chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "it's nice to see you."

it's almost pathetic how that simple sentence brings an unwelcomed warmth to your face. "it's nice to see you too. how've you been?"

"good.. great, actually. there's someone i want you to meet," he tells you, looking to his side. he taps the girl on her shoulder and she turns to look at you.

"candice, this is y/n. y/n, this is my girlfriend, candice."

"hi," you wave lightly. "nice to meet you."

she chews her gum aggressively and looks you up and down before meeting your eyes and shooting you a fake grin. "yeah. nice to meet you too."

no words are spoken between you and her after that, for she gives her attention back to holly so they can resume the conversation they were having before quinn interrupted.

"she's a gem.." you say sarcastically.

quinn chuckles. "she doesn't really like meeting new people. anyway, how are you?"

you feel a heavy weight on your shoulders, fidgeting with the hem of brock's hoodie as quinn sits tight for an answer. your throat runs dry and your mind is jumbled with too many thoughts. before you can think of the right thing to say, one stupid sentence comes out of your mouth.

"i'm going to puke on your jersey."

his eyes widen. "what? are you oka—"

he doesn't get an answer because you quickly stand up and walk away, trying your best to hold in your sickness before it spills onto the ground. you don't want to cause a scene by running so you keep a steady pace, tugging conor with you on your way to the washroom.

"woah, you good?" he asks as you push the door open.

you shake your head, bile pooling in your mouth as you push him in and shut the door. taking a seat in front of the toilet, it doesn't take a minute before you're spilling into the bowl. conor gags but reaches over to hold your hair.

you both stay in there for a while and quinn starts to worry. if he wants to be honest with himself, he'd admit that he only came here because he wanted to see you — but not for any reason other than that he felt bad about ghosting you.

he looks over to brock who'd moved to sit beside him. "you think she's okay?"

"huh?" brock asks confusedly.

"y/n, she wasn't feeling well. it's been a while since she left.."

"conor's with her, she'll be fine."

that doesn't help quinn one bit. he hesitates, wondering if maybe the pair are actually hooking up in the washroom, but the sick look on your face flashes in his mind and that thought disappears in an instant.

he stands up and makes his way to the washroom which luckily isn't too far. he enters the hallway and sees the door open, to his relief. taking small steps, he halts as he hears shushed voices.

"what do you mean you're pregnant?!"

"i'm fucking telling you i'm pregnant, conor! how do you think i got pregnant, do you need me to explain conception to you?"

quinn's mouth parts and he raises an eyebrow. you're pregnant? it doesn't click in his mind for even a split second that he might be the father. yeah, he remembers that you both used to hookup but he figures that you would have already told him if he was.

he hears some shuffling and bolts into the laundry room beside him, not wanting to get caught. that definitely wasn't something he was supposed to hear and he doesn't want to upset you.

"well, who's the father?"

he's able to see you and conor standing in the hallway through the crack of the open door he hides behind. he watches as you hesitate and huff in frustration.

"quinn."

"hughes?"

"no," you deadpan, waiting a moment. "yes, quinn hughes! quintin jerome hughes, what is up with men and thinking i didn't fuck quinn hughes? yes, i fucked quinn hughes and now i'm 4 months pregnant with his child, is that. what. you wanted. to hear. conor?"

quinn's face pales as he continues listening to you two bicker like children. it all goes in one ear and out the other as he tries to stomach the fact that he's going to be a father at 22 years old. and four months. you hid your pregnancy from him for four months. those are four months he could have cared for you and his child. he doesn't know how to feel. he shouldn't be mad because after all, he's the one who put you in this situation, but he had the right to know, didn't he?

you both walk away and quinn slowly exits the laundry room, tugging at his hair in frustration and confusion. he feels angry and he doesn't know what to do.

sighing, he makes his way back to the living room and watches as you stand in the kitchen with some of the girls.

it all happens in a spur of the moment.

he walks over to you as quick as he can, grabs your hand and tugs you upstairs to one of the guest rooms, locking the door behind him.

"quinn, you okay?"

"why didn't you tell me?"

his words send a shock to your gut but you think that maybe he's talking about something else. maybe he doesn't actually know and you might just out yourself by saying the wrong thing.

"what do you mean—"

"our baby, y/n. why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

you blink at him, anger raging through your veins in an instant. he sees the change on your face but it doesn't phase him one bit, seeing as he's also engraged at the moment.

"you fucking ghosted me, quinn! do you know how long i've been thinking about telling you? how guilty i've felt about not telling you? i was planning on doing it today but you found out, how the fuck did you find out?"

"well, it wasn't too hard when you were practically shouting it to the world in the hallway downstairs!"

"god, quinn don't fucking yell at me," you grit through your teeth, glaring at him. "it wasn't easy, these past four months have been hell. i dont wanna argue, can we please just talk this out?"

"i don't want to talk, y/n. you hid this from me for so fucking long and now i'm in a committed relationship with someone else! maybe i would have tried to stay with you if i'd known we were having a goddamn family together—"

"i don't want you to be with me because of a mistake—"

"our baby is not a mistake!"

"quinn! we're not even 25 yet, yes, this baby is a mistake. it's not wrong to admit that, you know? just because it's a mistake that doesn't mean i care about it any less!"

both your chests heave as you finish screaming at each other. quinn closes his eyes and tries grounding himself as you start to feel bad about screaming at him. the room quiets down and you bite your lip, heart pounding as you realize you yelled at the man you love instead of having an important conversation about everything.

"listen, i'm sorry. you're probably under a lot of stress and i shouldn't have lashed out on you," quinn apologizes.

your heart grows in size. quinn could mess up in the worst ways possible and you'd go back to him every time. "it's okay, i shouldn't have yelled either. i wanted to have a real conversation but here we are.."

there's an elephant in the room that you both know needs to be addressed but neither of you know how to bring it up. you sigh, taking a seat on the bed and looking up at him. he walks over and takes the seat in beside you as you lean your back on the bedframe.

"i should have told you—"

"no, it's not a big deal, really.. are you showing?"

you give him a small smile. "a little, yeah. the baby's the size of an avocado."

"can i.. um," he hesitates. you know exactly what he wants but you want to hear him say it.

"can i see it? the baby— or, your stomach, i mean."

nodding, you stretch your legs out in front of you and lay down a bit, lifting up brock's hoodie and your shirt to show him your bump.

it wasn't supposed to be emotional but you can't help but tear up when quinn's eyes gleam. you can see that he's overwhelmed with feelings and it makes you think back to the day you found out you were pregnant.

"i know this is a lot. you can take your time to think about it.."

he looks up at you, eyes glossy like yours. "i want to be here for you and the baby, i know that for a fact. i'm not leaving you by yourself."

"are you sure? i've been staying with brock and you might need time to process," you tell him, reassuring that it's okay if he's not ready to commit right now.

"y/n, i'm telling you. you're not going through this alone. this is our baby and i'm here for you both, that's a promise."

"thank you."

"don't thank me.. i should be thanking you. i should have been there to help."

"it's okay. brock makes a pretty good baby daddy," you laugh and quinn smiles.

you both take in each other's prescence for a moment, quinn's eyes flickering back and forth between you and your bump.

"look.. i know you like me. that's the reason why i left in the first place," he tells you. your heart drops but you shrug it off, listening to what he's saying.

"i don't want to break your heart. i want to take care of you but i still want to be with my girlfriend."

you nod, although your heart strains against your chest. "that's alright. i totally understand that, no worries."

"you sure?"

"quinn, i can't force you to like me. maybe if i'd told you about the baby earlier we could have tried something like you said, but i didn't and that's okay. i'm happy you're happy, that's all i ever want."

"thank you."

"you're welcome. but, there's also one other thing i want."

"what is it?"

"a chicken quesadilla from taco bell with extra cheese, and cinnabon delights."

"oh—"

"can you get it for me?"

"why do i need to get it for you?"

"hello, quintin! i'm pregnant with your child, did you already forget?" you ask in disbelief and his eyes widen.

"shit, sorry. that's gonna take some getting used to."

[lostinthewiind]

Hello, I've just finished reading your poly! Matchablossom x reader fics and I'm absolutely in love with them!! You've gotten everything so correctly - the smut, the angst and the fluff.

When i finished watching sk8, i couldn't pick between either Joe or Cherry so in true bisexual fashion i chose them both.

Idk if you're taking requests and i apologize in advance if you aren't. But can I get some more poly! Matchablossom x reader headcanons? Thank you so much, for writing it!!! Because i was worried i wouldn't much fics like these.

Absolutely loved your work 💜💜💜

A/N: you all seem to LOVE my Joe and Cherry polyamorous series, which I am, of course, super happy with because I love it as well! But let's be honest, there still isn't nearly enough content for them, so let's get some general headcanons out there about what being in a polyamorous relationship with them would be like!

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

We all know that Cherry and Joe bicker between each other often, and that makes their dynamic super fun and sometimes a tad frustrating, but the moments when they actually get along are simply magical and they need to be talked about.

Sometimes when you wake up in the morning on days that you've decided to sleep in, you walk into the kitchen to see Cherry and Joe cooking breakfast together—Joe with his head resting on Cherry's shoulder and arms wrapped around his waist as he guides him through the recipe

Similarly, you've caught Joe sitting beside Cherry at his desk on more than one occasion, hands intertwined while Cherry finished up work for the evening or practiced his calligraphy—sometimes Joe tries to copy the characters that Cherry has written out and the two of them work together in silence, entirely in sync

One time you came back from a business trip early and entered your apartment quietly to surprise your boyfriends, only to find them in the bath together. It was so amazing to see them all over each other, soft kisses trailed along exposed flesh and relaxing together, that you ended up just watching from the crack in the door for an hour or so

They compete for your affection all the time, but in the beginning, when the three of you had just gotten together, they helped each other out A LOT. Joe would make sure to tell you all about Cherry's softer side when he accidentally acted a little standoffish and Cherry always gushed about how doting and caring Joe was

When it was finally time to seal the deal and propose, Joe and Cherry had never worked so closely together than in the months leading up to the big moment. They were together so often and seemed to get along so well that you almost started to think they were planning on slowly edging you out of the three-way relationship, but then they both got down on one knee and you had never been more sure of any decision in your entire life (of course, you said yes)

I want to keep this post PG, but I'll just say that when the three of you get intimate, you see stars when the two of them work together ;)

When watching a movie on the couch, you usually sit between the two men, but one of them usually has their arm draped over the back of the couch, playing with the other's hair or simply resting their hand on the other's shoulder

Cherry doesn't like to admit it but he likes the nights when you come to bed late because Joe has to cuddle someone or else he can't fall asleep, but when you're not there, that task falls to Cherry. This way, he gets to fall asleep in the arms of the man he loves but can escape overheating when you eventually worm your way between them. Sometimes you just carefully crawl under the covers on the edge of the bed however because they look so content and adorable and you don't want to disturb them

Joe adores the way Cherry's hair flows so effortlessly over his shoulders and always looks so perfect and literally falls apart when Cherry lets him brush his hair

When out in public, the two men act in tandem almost like your bodyguards, each one flanking your side and glaring at anyone who even dares look your way or get too close to you on the sidewalk. The best is when you're out shopping and trying on clothes and you come out to show them and they switch roles between one of them gushing over your outfit and the other making sure no one else is catching a sneaky peek

And even when they do bicker, it never lasts very long. Before you know it, they are kissing and making up—a soft kiss to Joe's cheek or a playful nibble on Cherry's ear has them melting into the other's arms and suddenly they can't remember why they were evening arguing in the first place

[hotshot624]

Instant serotonin from writing the hc? Or from my feedback? Cause I can do more hehehe.

I can recommend something headcanony and then I can compliment it 😂

:3

HC for a neurodivergent little/reader in general?

You spoke to me with the ADHD comment and I think I may fall somewhere ever so slightly on the spectrum. To the point to where I am like 1 foot off.

And then I question am I actually on the autism spectrum or am I just a socially awkward weirdo with no excuse for why I am so weird? Anyways...sorry for the ranty ramble...

Okay so I'm gonna be honest here I'm a little nervous to write this one cause I don't wanna sound insensitive or write something that would trigger people so this is mainly gonna be self indulgent from things I've experienced with little things added that people with ADHD and autism have told me.

✨🍼Daddy!Eddie x Little! Neurodivergent Reader🍼✨

Okay but just to get started Eddie could not care less that your neurodivergent

Like I know some people think others will judge them or make fun of them for it and let me tell you Eddie is not one of those people

He was a little confused at first when you told him (him having no idea what that word even meant) but quickly rid of your worries and embraced you with a big hug

From then on, after you explained to him what it meant and the symptoms (is that the right word, I couldn't think of it, if it isn't tell me in the comments please) he was sure to avoid things that could trigger you

If your having a sensory overload, Eddie will be right there to help you

Loud noises bothering you? Eddie'll grab his walk man and place the headphones on your ears and play your favorite soft relaxing music for you or will just put the headphones over your ears to try and quiet the sounds

Don't like the feeling of something? He'll get rid of it so you don't have to touch it or he find a fabric your alright with touching and find some gloves with said fabric that way you can carry on what you were doing with out being bothered to much

A certain smell bothering you making you feel sick? He's already carrying you out the door on his hip leading you away from that nasty stench

A certain food making you want to vomit your brains out as soon as it touches your tongue? (This one's me) Eddie's got some smalls snacks that are your favorite to put in your mouth to rid of the gross taste or sensation

Are the lights bothering your eyes and making you feel icky? Eddie will just burry your head in he chest to calm you down a bit and try to get rid of the lights or just have you leave the area

Eddie rather suffer being bit by demo bats a thousand times then have you suffer for even a few seconds

Eddie is a big supporter of happy stims

Flapping hands, bouncing on the balls of your feel, jumping up and down, happy squeals, shaking of your head, anything Eddie will encourage you to do

I headcanon that Eddie has high functioning autism and also happy stims a lot so when something good or cool happens or y'all just feel like it, y'all will happy stims together and it's super cute

He has a bunch of stim toys for you in your toy bin as well as in his bag just in case you need it during school

Got to be prepared for his little Rockstar 😌

Does not care if you constantly bounce your leg

Home boy has a problem keeping still himself, so who is he to tell you to do the same?

You know that feeling when your body feels like it's Astro projecting off your body and you feel like you need to be crushed by a boulder to get any form of comfort but you can't and you have no weight to put on you and it's making you so upset that you want to pull you hair out and scream but it's like super late at night and your tired and just want to sleep but you can't because you don't want to be an inconvenience to anyone else so you just suffer in silence and cry? (No just me? I forgot what this is called but I think it's when your over stimulated or are having a sensory overload idk it's just happened to me and it was horrible)

Well don't be up set cuz Eddie's your new weighted blanket

My man's will take the job of laying on you seriously and not even the power of God will move him off of you until you say so

He will also get you a weighted vest if you need it (drug selling really pays well I guess cuz that's the only way he's getting all this money from to buy you stuff.....that or he's stealing it but like don't look to deep into it okay)

He understands that sometimes you just get irritated for no reason and will give you your space if you need it

It's it you fault and he won't blame you at all. He will correct you if you starts throwing things or have a tantrum but at the end of the day he knows you can't help the way you feel and wants you to talk to him when you feel like this to try and calm down

Eddie knows what it's like to not have the greatest people skills cuz his aren't that great at all some he never insults you or makes fun of you for it

He also know you can't always control your volume and usually let's you stay as loud as you want, especially if it's to tell him your excited about something, but if you get a little to loud he have you quite down a bit but he never asks in a discouraging way because he himself have a problem with his volume control and he hates how people get mad at him for something he can't control so he's not about to be that way with you

Depression can also be a gross, yucky factor in being neurodivergent and tries his best to help you through it even just by snuggling you and rocking you if that's all that he can do to help you at the moment

All in all, Eddie loves you so much for who you are and treats you with respect and love either while being little or big and that's all that you could ask for

"Send me more headcanons" I say. "Oh I want to write fanfiction for y'all" I say. How long has this been sitting in my inbox for? A ridiculous amount of time that's how long. It

still have fanfic requests I need to finish too so as y'all can see I'm on a roll. In my defense I haven't been sleeping well and I didn't want to half ass write something cause I want y'all to enjoy it. Still having a difficult time with the dialogue but I'm working on it so that's good. Anyways please tell me if y'all like this headcanon and if I got anything wrong. These were mainly my experiences as I said at the top but idk if that's my ADHD or if that's just me that I wrote. Also I tried to make it so some of the headcanons could seem like little AND big reader were involved and how he'd react but mainly it's little reader. So that's all, expect my fanfic to show up in the future, idk about tomorrow but hopefully on Saturday. Okay that's all,byyyyyyyyyyyye💜

[pappydaddy]

the ultimate betrayal (s.m.)

a/n: so, i watched my favourite slasher film (also known as one of the only horror movies i can actually watch) scream and of course, that made me go down a scream rabbit hole. idk if i am going to actually start writing for scream, but i just couldn't shake this idea.

but this got me thinking, maybe i should start like a special masterlist of special fics that do not fall under my normal fandoms. this could lead to cross-over fics, fics for fandoms i do not necessarily write for, original works, etc. what do you lovelies think?

this fic is so far out of my comfort zone…

hope you like the surprise fic lovelies💛!

edit: ngl, i’ve scared myself with this one. i can’t believe i wrote this and now i cannot sleep.

pairing: stu macher x fem!reader

tv show/movie: scream

not requested

warnings: very angsty, (trigger warning in effect - reader's discretion is advised) knives, gore, blood, betrayal, fearing for your life, being chased, murder, character death.

psa: this is a very dark fic. reader's discretion is advised.

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- not my gif -

Y/N crossed her legs at her ankles as she watched the group sitting at the fountain, lounging and joking around. Shaded by one of the large trees, the long-forgotten book open on her thighs. She had sought out this very tree to avoid the group of her friends, but her efforts were futile. Of course, any effort to avoid the group of some of the most popular kids in town was futile because of this cursedly small town. Normally, she would be right over there, stationed under Randy's arm (as they were the only two singles of the group), laughing and joking with them, but lately, she found the need to distance herself from them.

It wasn't anything against the group, they were some of her oldest and closest friends - except Tatum and Stu. She always liked Tatum, but recently she despised the blonde girl for no other reason except the fact that she was now sucking face with Stu. Her Stu. The tall, lanky, slightly dim-witted, and ridiculously goofy Stu. She wanted so badly to hate Stu, but the love that festered in her heart for the boy didn't let her.

After his abrupt break-up with the newly murdered Casey Becker, Y/N had assumed this was her chance to finally date the guys she had been crushing on for years only for him to be seen the next day with Tatum sucking his lips off. She had been crushed when she saw them, especially since Tatum knew about her feelings. Y/N had spent many nights gushing about Stu to her and Sidney. That fact made this whole situation sting even more. Almost like the pair were pouring buckets upon buckets of salt into the wide-open wound Stu left in her chest when he ripped her heart out.

"Y/N." A solemn but stern voice pulled her from her bitter and pitiful thoughts, making her snap her head towards the person standing just on the edge of the shade provided by the tree. Gazing up, her dark brown painted lips parted slightly, she saw the familiar officer with his thumbs poking under his belt.

"Dewey." She greeted, flopping the book closed and stuffing it into her messenger bag, closing the leather cover. Of course, she knew Dewey, he was Tatum's older brother and one of the few deputies in town.

"I'm on official police business, Y/N," He informed her. She nodded, standing up and smoothing out her short, slip dress as she flung her bag on her shoulder. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got questioned about Casey's murder. "It's Deputy Riley right now."

"Right, sorry." She apologized. She started to walk towards the school, casting one last glance towards the group of friends at the fountain. A jolt was sent through her when she saw Stu's eyes following her with intrigue. Also noting Billy's eyes on her, she bowed her head, the locks of hair not pinned back by her barrettes falling into her face as Dewey's hand hovered over the small of her back politely, his other hand still holding his belt, leading her back into the school.

"Just so you know, you are being considered one of the prime suspects. After this interview, depending on how you answer these questions, you may not be." He warmed her quietly as they entered the halls of the school. She stopped in her tracks, taken back by this.

"Me," She asked, her voice high. Dewey shushed her, his fingers pushing into the small of her back to get her walking again. "Why?" She spoke quieter, her thinly plucked eyebrows furrowed together.

Dewey sighed, immediately regretting informing her. He couldn't help it, she was his favourite out of all his sister's friends. "You're in love with Stu, Casey's ex-boyfriend who she dumped," He reminded her making her swallow thickly. "It's hard to not assume you would want to kill her either from jealousy or in a desperate act to gain Stu's affections and attention."

She scoffed, clearly offended by this accusation. "Is that what you guys are thinking? That I did this? You really think I could gut someone and hang them from a tree?" She pressed. Dewey nodded, she had a fair point. She wouldn't have the height nor the sheer force needed to kill and hang Casey in the few minutes it took her parents to find her.

"Sorry, Y/N, didn't mean to offend you, I was just trying to give you a heads up, the questioning is going to be brutal." Dewey apologized, opening the principal's office, letting her slip in first before walking in and closing the door behind them, the window-rattling ominously as if she had just been executed by guillotine.

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Sighing, she let her exhausted body collapse to her couch in her extravagant home. The questioning had gone on for hours. Dewey had not been wrong, it was brutal. They all but declared her officially guilty of the murder. Reaching over to the other end of the couch for the remote, she noticed the red flashing on the voice-message machine. It was most likely a missed call from her parents telling her they were trying to find a way on to the earliest flight home from the big Doctor Gala they were attending in New York. Hitting the button, the empty house was filled with the sound of her mother's frantic voice.

"Darling, we managed to get a flight back to California that takes off in ten minutes. It lands in LAX so it's gonna be a drive, but I promise you, we'll be back before it gets dark. Keep the doors locked and remember to have the phone on you at all times in case you need to call the cops. Dewey is just next door, he's staying there until this is solved if you don't think they will get there in time and I already called Mrs. Riley, she will keep the phone on her and she'll keep an eye out for you." Her mother's voice was frantic and filled with worry. Rightfully so. Casey was also home alone at night when she was attacked and until they learned anything about the murder, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Dear, that's the final boarding call, we have to go." Her dad's voice was muffled in the background, Y/N was barely able to make it out, presumably from her mother covering the receiver of the payphone out of habit.

"I have to go now, we love you babydoll, be safe please." Were the last words her mother pleaded before hanging up.

"Trust me, mom, I will," She whispered, standing up, assuming it was the end of the messages. "We live in Woodsboro, what are the odds of another murder the next night? Pretty slim-" She was cut off by the distorted, breathy voice that sounded from the speaker of the machine.

"Looks like you're still being questioned, Y/N," It sounded so sultry and ominous. Paling, she slowly pivoted to look towards the machine as the light continued to blink. "Shame, I wanted to play a game with you, but I guess instead we have to play a different game now."

"God, it's probably fucking Randy playing a prank like the dweeb he is." She concluded, shaking it off, but something else nagged on her. Randy could throw his voice, but why would he prank her when she hasn't hung out with him for weeks? Besides, he sure as hell couldn't throw his voice like that.

"I like this game though, so it's okay," The voice continued. Swallowing thickly, Y/N lunged forward, grabbing the phone from the handle, clutching it tightly to her chest as she shrunk back into herself. "It starts with our next call, but I'll tell you the rules now so it's fair. It's called how many killers are there. You have to figure out a way to escape the murderers, but the trick is, you have no idea how many there are or where they are," They explained. "Oh, and if you're thinking of running now, I wouldn't do that if I were you for we are already here - watching you. You run now, we kill you. We don't like people who don't follow the rules." She could hear the pout in the voice.

It was like ice water flooded her veins as her eyes shifted to stare out her window, really hoping it was Randy and them getting back at her for not hanging out with them lately. With shaky hands, she punched in the number she knew by heart when the single tone signalling the end of the messages beeped. "Hello?" Billy's voice sounded over the phone, ringing in her ears as she didn't expect him to answer so quickly. Jumping out of her skin, she gulped, trying to compose herself, trying to be rational. It was highly unlikely that there was a band of murderers sitting around her house waiting to kill her like they were cats and she was a tiny little mouse.

"Did you guys prank call me as if you guys were going to murder me? I just got home and there was this really freaky message." She questioned, pressing the phone tightly against the cheek, glancing at every nook and cranny in the living room. Billy chuckled over the phone and she could hear the faint sound of Stu's laugh as well, easing her nerves. Just from hearing his laugh, she felt the fear ease off her, it was like a beautiful drug - highly addicting and highly effective.

"Yeah, it was us. Think of it as payback for ditching us, L/N." Billy informed her. Heaving out another sigh, she flopped back down on her couch, her hand pressed to her forehead. She was way too relieved to hear him say that.

"Screw you guys, I really thought I was gonna be murdered," She scolded, earning a chorus of laughter from Billy and Stu promoting her to start giggling along. "It was a good prank though, very creative to throw your voice like that." She complimented, watching as the rays of golden sun turned to hues of orange from one of the many windows around her.

"Why thank you, Y/N, we thought it was pretty good too." Stu's voice floated through the phone, nearly making her knees buckle as she stood up.

"Let the games begin, Y/N." Billy mimicked the voice he used early, making her roll her eyes at him.

"Joke's dead Billy," She informed him. "Anyway, I have to go start supper for myself, I am starving." She hung the phone up but still held on to it. Even though it was just Stu and Billy, the whole phone call still made her realize how serious the situation was. There was a killer loose in this small town and there was a strong possibility it was connected to the murder of Sidney's mom a few months ago.

Walking past the glass backdoors that lead out to her large backyard, Y/N paid no mind to anything out there as she made her way into the kitchen in search of something to eat. Lifting the cardboard lid to the take-out pizza from last night, she grabbed a piece, settling on that for dinner. Stuffing it in her mouth, she shuffled over to the fridge, blindly grabbing a soda and tucking it under her arm, the phone still clutched in her hand. Slamming the fridge door, her heart plummeted faster than a shuttle falling from Outerspace at the sight that stood behind it.

She was too shocked to scream or run as the cloaked figure stared at her. With a mask so white and creepy, she almost thought she was looking at a real-life edition of The Scream painting. The gleam of the sharp knife reflecting the setting sun made her come to her senses. They had a knife. They were cloaked and hidden behind a mask. It was the murderer. A shrill scream ripped from the back of her throat. A scream so loud and terrified that it tore her throat up within seconds. The cold pizza fell to the flawless, white tile with a splat as the person raised the knife above their tall frame, the tip of the blade lined with the top of Y/N's head.

Instinctively and possibly stupidly, her foot swung up into the groin of the person, making them double over, the knife barely missing her as she turned and bolted away towards the front door, her once again shaking hands struggling to dial the three digits everyone knew by heart. Her heart pounded as she accidentally hit the two key, nearly slipping when she ran around the corner into the living room.

A sense of doom washed over her as she heard the scuffle of the person trying to push themselves into a run, chasing after her. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she hit the three numbers again, hoping it went through. She could hear the person muttering curses as they stumbled around her house in pursuit of her. Yanking the door open, she heard the thud of someone falling and the shattering of her mother's most prized vase. A hiccuping shriek left her lips when the murdered jumped up. She was sure that either she was going to die at the hands of whoever wore the costume or from the fact that her heart felt like it was being squeezed till the point of combustion.

Nearly tumbling down the stairs of her porch in her haste, she cursed her parents for having such a long driveway. She had always loved the privacy, the beauty of the trees and hedge hiding them from the prying eyes of their neighbours, but at this moment, it was largely contributing to her inevitable murder. She sobbed, realizing this. She was going to die today, at the height of her teen years. "Help," She screamed at the top of her lungs into the receiver of the phone, continuing to run. She could see the cast-iron gate stationed at the end of her driveway, hoping that her parents would be driving through the open gate any second, but nothing. "Help, please," Her voice shook as she sobbed, the salty tears rolling into her mouth as she glanced behind her, not seeing her pursuer anymore. "I'm Y/N L/N and I'm being chased by a murderer at my house." She cried, her feet tripping against themselves as she stumbled, the gate getting closer and closer.

Letting out a relieved sob, she let herself believe for one second that she might just survive. She could hear the rolling traffic zooming on the road. If she could just get there, she could find someone to help her. "I've gotcha now, Y/N," The gruff, thrown voice yelled, shoving her to the ground. Gasping, her face hit the lush grass her father prided himself in. She could feel the phone tumble from her grip before being kicked farther away from her grip and from the pair. "Looks like we win."

"No! No! Stop, please, stop!" She pleaded through sobs, snot and blood trailing from her stinging nose, but her pleas were useless. Roughly, her biceps were gripped, throwing her onto her back. She was met by the horrifying mask once again. Her body shook and the air left her when the person sank down to their knees, straddling her and putting all their weight on her pelvis.

"No use struggling, Y/N, it will just make this longer." The voice seemed to taunt. Y/N's bugged-out eyes blinked, noticing this voice was different and more familiar than the other one. This wasn't Billy. In her moment of confusion, the killer raised the knife, over their head with both hands, the last peek of the sun reflecting off the spotless blade. At that moment, she stopped fighting, stopped struggling. This was the end, her life was going to be ripped away from her by the knife being plunged into her heart but the masked person.

As the weight of the person was lifted off her, she made eye contact with the drooping eyes of the mask, assuming that was where the person's eyes were. She noticed a stutter in the movement of the killer winding the knife back, a pause, a filter, a moment of questioning before their hands were flying down, the knife plunging into the left side of her chest, not quite getting through the chest cavity to her heart. Her body rippled when they pulled the knife from her.

It was odd, she expected a white-hot pain spreading throughout her body, but she felt nothing. She didn't even feel the knife striking her again, or the way her body convulsed against the ground from the force of the strikes. She couldn't hear her own screams anymore as the pool of blood she could hear and feel gurgling in her throat stopped any sound from leaving - allowing her to hear the grunts behind their mask. Familiar grunts of concentration she had heard before. She knew this person. Her quivering and weak body mustered up enough energy and courage to fly up, grabbing the mask of the killer and yanking it off. Partially, it ended up coming off because she intended to figure out who was hidden behind it, but mostly it was because her arm was hurtling back to the blood-stained grass against its will.

The world slowed as the attacks of the knife stopped coming. The face staring back at her made her want to quit living right then and there. It was the same face she once considered to be the lone reason she was still alive. The face that she dreamed about for many nights. The face she had trusted with her life. The face that brought her comfort on any day. "I loved you-" She gurgled, the blood leaking from her gaping mouth, trailing from the corners of her mouth and a steady stream rolling down her chin, making her mouth look like an overflowing pool of crimson. Stu's movements stopped as her body went limp. The world was hazy, her eyes no longer being able to stay open, her head lulling to the side. Her body wanted to give up. It wanted to stop functioning. It wanted to shut down. "And you betrayed me." It was weak, but Stu heard it.

Not another stab was made to her heart for Stu had already stabbed it, ripping it out with his ultimate betrayal. He watched, his body going slack, as the last beat of her pulse on her neck stuttered before stopping, the blood still pouring from her mouth and chest, marking the spot of her death until the forensic team could clean it. The ultimate betrayal. "I loved you, that's why I had to kill you." He whispered, his voice cracking. It would have either been him or Billy to do it and he needed to know it was the quickest death possible.

It truly was the ultimate betrayal to her and to his heart.

[brwnicons]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to keep this anonymous…could I request a Blackbeard x Male or Masculine presenting reader who is like some super feared pirate that worked with Ed for years before branching off by himself for a bit? Maybe he runs into Ed and is super flirty and sweet to everyone despite his reputation? Ed just wants to be held by reader and is like “uh yeah he’s a close friend” and Stede is like “are you dumb? Ur clearly gay for that man”. Idk LMAO I’m just starved for OFMD x reader content.

Ed x Stede x Male!Reader

☆ Hope you like it! First time writing for the gays ☆

-> Summary: You are an old friend of Edward and come back to the crew after some years. Ed and Stede realize they have fallen in love with you so, two gay messes.

-> Tags: Male Reader, Headcanons, Fluff, SFW. Izzy likes reader too [platonically]

-> Warnings: This work is intended for male/male presenting readers. Don't tag this as yaoi or fetishize mlm relationships.

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Stede and Ed had been together for a long time now, and they surely made the perfect couple. They had heard everything about their respective lifes, ans that included you in Ed's apportation.

Stede had been told by both Ed and Izzy (mostly Izzy) that you were a fierce pirate, the fiercest he had met in fact, and that it was no clever choice to mess with you. Rumours (Izzy again) said that you had the strenght of an entire army and your eyes were said to reflect hell itself.

But, when Stede and his crew met you, their expectations were quickly throwed off as they met the most charming and kind pirate they have ever met. You joked with the crew and kindly greeted Stede the first time before shouting "Ed!" and hugging him tightly. You even gave Olivia a few pats and complimented her feathers! The whole crew was delighted with your presence.

▪︎Ed is very happy to see you again! He missed you and your work together as a team. He missed the good old days were you would terrorize the rival ships together, the good old days where you would drink whole bottles of rum along by the deck or when you would hug and sleep together on cold nights.

Yep, a completly platonic friendship. Absolutely...

▪︎Ed couldn't be happier to introduce you to Stede. At first he is very tense around you due to your reputation but as soon as he sees that you're inoffensive, he chills a bit.

▪︎Stede admires you and wants to learn about everything you did and do as a pirate! Don't forget any detail, he'll watch you closely just like an excited kid, with those brown eyes shining brightly all through.

▪︎He also melts when he sees how close you and Ed are and how cute Ed looks when he's with you. He laughs wholeheartly, he smiles sweetly and his eyes light up when you're joking. It's very different from his relationship with Jack and he can see why.

▪︎But Stede doesn't feel jealous and loves having you around! The way you cheer up the crew, your funny anecdotes and stories that manage to make smile Izzy himself and your kind eyes whenever you listen to him talk... He is so dreamy about you lately that even Ed has to pinch his arm from time to time to bring him back to reality.

▪︎The funny part here is how both of them are developing feeling towards you and, somehow, they can only notice it in the other, not themselves.

▪︎So, eventually, when Ed starts talking about you dreamily, Stede confronts him.

"My God, Ed. It's obvious that you love that man, get over it!"

"What ya' mean it's obvious I love him? It's ya' the one who is all head over heels with him since he came!"

▪︎Their both realization faces were such a masterpiece as two little "Oh..." left their mouths

▪︎Now with a little hop let's head straight to the relationship part

▪︎Ed is completely amazed by for fighting abilities. The way your face and behavior changes drastically as soon as you are face to face to your enemies... Enough to make his mouth drool. On the other hand, Stede has his heart beating loudly the moment he sees his two soulmates doing and absolute, bloody mess when you're doing a raid.

▪︎And don't let me get started when you get all flirty around them. Ed's knees turning jelly when you throw him compliments with zero shame or push behind his ear a loose hair strand, and a dark red blush creeping around Stede's face the moment you praise his clothes or behavior.