#im counting down the seconds until i can go home and get high

[luveline]

HEY JADE I HOPE UR DOING WELL ILY

im curious to hear ur thoughts on what an interaction between zombie!au steve and reader would look like had the apocalypse not happened. would she fly completely under his radar like in high school or would he be interested in getting to know her?? we know she knew who he was pre-apocalypse but does she really care? i keep thinking about what would happen if she walked into family video one day and if he would hit on her or not lmao

hi I love you! zombie au (ish) | fem, 1.3k

Voices force Steve’s attention. 

“I’ll be five minutes!”

“Two minutes or I’m driving off without you!” 

Steve’s more familiar with the second one. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his creaky shit van idling on the curb outside of the store. That sheds some light on the first voice —one of the club members. Or, honorary club members? When Steve decides to be kind and drive Dustin home in the winter after his games, you can be seen occasionally sitting on stoops waiting for Eddie to finish. 

Who knew The Freak could get a girlfriend? That makes Steve being single even sadder.

You say something else. Eddie laughs. “Do you want popcorn or not?” you quip. 

“Why, are you paying for it?” 

“Not for you I’m not.” 

“You got a minute and counting.” 

“If you drive off without me, you can forget about Friday night.” 

Steve angles his head to watch you through the open door. Summer heat has made a mess of Munson’s hair where he’s leaning toward the open door. You’re holding the car door, in a light chequered dress with bows on the shoulders and the cutest pair of socks and buckled shoes. How the fuck does Eddie get a girl like that? Also, Steve’s been wondering, where the fuck did you come from? Clearly you went to Hawkins High, and when Robin told him that he swore he could remember you, but there’s nothing in his head. It’s like Robin all over again, in the same homeroom for two years and he didn’t know she was awesome until the summer after high school ended. 

“Can you just go get your fucking movie so we can go?” 

You’re still glaring when you turn around, but you’re quiet as you edge into Family Video. “Jerk,” you mouth to yourself, taking a quick cut to the slasher moves at the back. You don’t spend much time browsing, Steve can see from the back that it’s Day of the Dead. You emerge and head to the blockbusters. 

You catch Steve watching at the desk. 

He knows he doesn’t have a chance, you already have a boyfriend, so all he says is, “Let me know if you need any help.”

You smile weakly and turn back.

Maybe he wasn’t nice to you. He can’t remember, is the thing. He was such a jerk, Tommy and Carol were such jerks. 

He’s not a miserable person, but he does hate himself more often than not. It’s easier because he actually has friends who love him. Robin might give him shit every day, but she’s the first person to teach him what being loved feels like, and it makes him better. He’s less cruel, less quick to anger, less selfish. But Steve knows he isn’t completely kind or patient in turn. He’s a fuck up. He’s nearly twenty three working for $4.50 in an hour with no degree and no prospects and— 

“Hey,” you say, setting three tapes down on the desk. 

“Hey.” He clears his throat. “Is this everything?” 

You look vaguely embarrassed to ask, “Do you guys still do the bags of popcorn, do you know?” 

“Sure, they’re by the window, let me just–”

“That’s okay, I’ll get it.” 

You speed walk for the popcorn. Steve finds himself with a weirdly dry mouth as you reach for one, swallowing hard as you make your way back. It’s just the one bag of popcorn after all. Eddie must’ve really pissed you off. 

Steve rings up your movies. The barcode on Pretty in Pink won’t work. He opens the window and starts to type it in with his keyboard. 

Outside, someone lays on the horn for three long beeps. 

“I’m real sorry about him,” you say, letting out a breathy, nearly-timid laugh. 

“Is he always like that?” 

“Every day of his life.” 

Steve works in customer service. He has mastered the art of the polite smile. “I don’t think you should put up with it. Nice girl like you,” he says lightly. 

“That’s what friends are for, right?” you say with chagrin. 

Steve glances over your shoulder. Just friends? Who the fuck would put up with Eddie voluntarily? Steve understands that love isn’t a choice, but if you’re not even kissing to soften the blow of things, you’re just crazy. 

He slides your tapes back to you. “How long did you want them for, just the one night?” 

“Two, please.” 

“Awesome, can I have a phone number and address?” 

You give them.

Steve uses his employee discount and doesn’t really know why as he clicks it out. “It’s four dollars when you’re ready.” 

You take the swing purse from your hip and clip it open, pulling out a ten dollar bill. “He’s not totally mean,” you say, “I know he seems rude. But that’s just his character.” 

“Sure.” 

You offer him the ten dollars, shifting around on your shoes, eyes over his shoulder toward the back. You seem a little put off by him. He really must’ve been mean to you. Maybe he laughed when Carol called you names. Maybe he ignored you as he put himself in Nancy Wheeler’s path. 

“Steve?” 

He looks up in surprise, still counting your change out. It should be easy, except he doesn’t have a five dollar bill in the register, and he had three one dollars, so he’s counting quarters he’ll have to apologise for. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” 

He pauses. “I’m good. Why?” 

You gesture to your eye. “You have a cut. Did you get hurt?” 

“This? This is nothing. I threw Robin, you know Robin? Robin Buckley? She’s going to college, she actually already left, but I threw her a surprise going away party. When everybody yelled ’surprise’ she sort of panicked and her ring caught me.” He chews his lip. “Yeah, I’m fine though.” 

“Oh, shit. Eddie’s going to do this internship thing in Michigan at the end of the week, I hope he doesn’t get me with his rings when I give him his goodbye present.”

“Lot of rings.” 

“Right? He’ll blind me.” 

Steve startles both of you when he laughs heartily, grabbing the remainder of your change and shutting the register tightly. “Can’t let that happen.”

“So we both find ourselves without best friends for the autumn,” you say, holding out your hand for your change. “Maybe if you’re bored, you can call me. We can go to the movies or something.” 

“You’re serious?” 

“How else do you make friends?” you ask. “If you don’t wanna be my friend that’s fine, I’m putting you on the spot, just don’t call me, but my number’s in there.” 

“And when you come back to return the movies, and I still haven’t called, that won’t be awkward at all,” he says wryly, teasingly, enjoying the way your face has changed. He wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re flirting, but your smile is something else.

“So… call me?” you ask quietly, grabbing your movies, your popcorn, and waiting for an answer. 

Steve thinks that sounds more like a date being planned than a burgeoning friendship, and his grin probably shows that. “Sure. Yeah, I’ll call you. We’ll go to the movies.” 

You’re decidedly quick as you escape the store, rushing down off the curb and upto Eddie’s van. You open the door and climb in fast, Steve only hears a snippet of your conversation as Eddie turns the engine back on. 

“What the hell?”

“What?” 

“I fucking knew you had a crush on that jerk! Look at your face!” 

“Shut up, can we go?” you hiss. “This is why I didn’t get you any popcorn.”

“This is why you can't come to Michigan.” 

Steve presses the back of his hand to his cheek as the van leaves the parking lot. He’s hot as a burning hearth. Probably red as one too. God, who are you? Where have you been this entire time? You might’ve just saved Steve’s life. (Or, his social life.) 

—

I was curious and maybe this is like an au of the au and it’s not as cute as I wanted it to be but I think they’d accidentally trap themselves in the friends box for a while trying to survive being without their best friends together and Steve still falls slowly, I was gonna make this a bit longer but I thought I won’t bother unless it’s something people really want cos there’s a few requests I wanna do soon!! thank you for requesting

[beachbxtchforev]

I’m Wearing UNC Blue for Him

after you support Rafe at his big game, he shows his appreciation for you on the way home.

pairing: basketballplayer!Rafe x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: 18+, fingering, slow burn, some curse words, use of “baby”

1:37 left on the clock. the Heels lead the Huskies 78-72. Connecticut possession.

this was one of Rafe’s biggest games of the season. going against last year’s NCAA conference champs, UNC needs to pull off this win to secure a top bracket position. the roar of Chapel Hill was mind numbing, your ears were ringing from the chanting that surrounded you. today, you opted to sit with the Cameron’s instead of cheering from the student section because they often secured seats closer to the court. you wanted to be able to see Rafe up close, maybe even give him a glimpse of you showing your support for extra motivation.

the ball is thrown in from the sideline, making its way up the court towards UConn’s basket. their player goes for a layup and makes it. 78-74. 1:24. Kelce checks the ball to Rafe, with the two of them making their way back towards their hoop. UConn’s impressive defense forces the ball to be passed until Rafe can make his way into the paint. he once again gets the ball and is quickly fouled. just as you expected. you hate when the game is close in the end with both teams doing whatever it takes to prevent points.

you stand for Rafe’s free-throws, thumb nail up to your mouth out of habit, feeling the stress of 20,000 fans watching his every move. he bounces the ball, shoots, and sinks it. thank god, now just do it again. and he does. 80-74. 1:10.

the minute left of game play really takes ten, anxiety seeping into your every move. Rafe has the ball with four seconds left, taking a shot from the 3 point line. its in! the Heels win!

you fly out of your seat, hands reaching the air, quickly turning to Sarah at your side to embrace out of relief. Ward high fives you as Rose’s smile beams.

-

Rafe always takes a while to join the group after a game, especially one as big as tonight’s. when he comes out of the locker room you are so excited to see him that you run to jump into his arms. “you did it baby! im so proud of you,” you exclaim as you wrap your legs around his torso. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, pecking the side of your head.

once he lets you go, he shares moments with each of his family members and you walk hand in hand out of the facility.

a winning game day is always your favorite because it ensures a good mood from your boyfriend for the rest of the night.

“I can’t believe that last shot you made, you just had to rub the win in their face babe?” you jokingly question as he opens the passenger door to his truck for you.

“what can I say, im tryin to make some noise in prep for the tourney, baby. plus I really want to start getting NBA scouts’ attention.”

you watch as he rounds the front of the truck to get in.“well you got my attention, that’s for sure.” you smile at him, leaning over the center console to give him a peck on the mouth.

putting the car in drive, you guys head back towards his apartment. Drake plays through his speakers as you look out the window at your beautiful campus lit up by the moon. you’re pulled out of your trance by Rafe’s hand reaching out for your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. just like you predicted, he’s in a good mood from his win, so you might as well let him bask in it.

you’re wearing just a UNC vintage pullover that you stole from Rafe and some jean shorts, which you feel his hand working towards. biting your lip and sneaking a glance at him, you decide to unbutton the denim and slide it down your legs, revealing your lacey thong to the darkness of the truck. Rafe’s hand moves higher, grazing over the fabric of your shorts to meet the now bare skin of your hip, while his left hand controls the wheel. you let out a gasp when his fingers dip into the top of your panties, grazing your slit.

his actions are followed by a whimper from your mouth, already feeling yourself getting soaked. however, you have been turned on since you saw him in his Heel blue jersey on the court. his fingers apply pressure, finding your clit and moving in circles. your legs spread, giving him better access as he multitasks his way into giving you and orgasm. what can’t this man do?

“Rafey, inside me. please” you beg, wanting to feel his fingers.

“ya baby? want to get fucked by my fingers? huh?” he teases as he continues to maneuver the truck through the emptying streets.

“y-yes! yes, pl-“ your words are cut off my your own moan as Rafe’s middle and ring finger thrust into your entrance. he too groans at the feeling of your gummy walls around his fingers, blood rushing to his cock.

his fingers move in and out, working you open. he adjusts his hand so the heel of his palm can apply pressure to your clit while his fingers work your hole, warmth invading them. he adds a curling motion to his thrusts, finding the spot that almost always has you cumming.

“shit y/n. squeezing my fingers baby? you gonna cum?”

“please Rafe! im so close,” you moan out. band in your stomach ready to snap.

as soon as he turns the truck into the parking garage, fingers moving rapidly, you release, wetness coating his hand, your heavy breaths filling the cab. after a couple more pumps, he removes his fingers from you and slides them between his lips, collecting your juices. you turn your head to face him, hair slightly disheveled and sticking to your forehead.

“you taste so good baby,” he says, as he takes his fingers out of his mouth and tucks a misplaced piece of hair behind your ear.

leaning over to give you a needy kiss, he grasps your wrist, pulling your hand to feel his hardened cock.

“now how about we go upstairs and you give me a three celebratory rounds for that 3 pointer that impressed you so much?

-

let me know what you think ✨

[rimunagenius]

Would you be down to do a Kate fic where reader is a new transfer and Kate keeps seeing her all over campus and is quickly crushing on her (like she’s down BAD) Then one day when she’s going to meet Caitlin for lunch/coffee/something lol she sees her walking with r laughing then saying goodbye. Kate immediately starts interrogating CC the second she’s within earshot because she wants to find out everything she can about her mystery girl. CC laughs and says she transferred to play soccer and they’re in x class together. Then she’s like as fun as this is I’m starving so can we go eat now. From there she literally sees her everywhere because her and CC start to hang out outside of class, once she finds out r also played basketball in high school and college (focusing on soccer when she transferred) she invites her to pickup games or practice when she knows they’ll be using the managers to scrimmage and this is where Kate finally meets her and is officially smitten. R thinks she’s absolutely adorable and hopes this is the girl Cait said she wanted to introduce her to.

Everywhere

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 2.2k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , other than that, none that i can think of other than the use of y/n.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: okay so anon, i love this idea!!…i loved it and im so sorry it took so long to write it and i may possibly consider writing a part two! I love the idea of Kate being so smitten for reader. she’s a sucker for a pretty lady! also i hope it’s okay that i kinda made the reader a ghost to kate..like kate needed to be actively LOOKING so it’d be better for when she actually saw her and i feel like this could’ve have been better so im sorry if it didn’t meet your expectations 😭

Everywhere. You were literally everywhere. She was definitely not complaining about it though. You were actually so beautiful. You were everywhere but near her. You took over her whole mind since this morning.

She saw you on what she assumed to be your first day. You looked like a lost puppy walking around looking for your class. "Hey, you doing okay?" Kate approached you, sliding one of the sides of her headphones behind her ear. God, you looked even prettier up close.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know where the science building is. I've been looking for about twenty minutes and no luck." You sighed, checking your phone, your friend Caitlin texting you while you pulled your schedule up.

"I can help. If you want?" Kate gave you a warm smile, looking down at your phone. She recognized the professor, having had him her sophomore year. It was a general education requirement for her major. "Oh, I've had him before. I can walk you and show you."

"That'd be great, thanks." The walk was quiet, kind of awkward. Kate was nervous to make small talk. She never thought this far ahead. Hell, she didn't even know she was walking up to you until you responded to her.

Kate thought about it the whole way to her next class. She thought about it the whole way back to her home. She thought about you. The way you smiled at her when she offered her help. She didn't know what was happening.

She's seen many pretty girls before and felt attracted to them but not like this. She's barely known you—talked to you for a total of three minutes...It wasn't possible. It wasn't going to be a thing. She'd probably never see you again. This campus was too big.

Kate had thought about you, and she wouldn’t lie and say that she didn’t try looking for you either. She’d take her time walking to classes throughout that day and to Carver Arena. She’d stop to get coffee and snacks she wasn’t going to finish. She just wanted to see you. You were the most prettiest girl she has ever seen. She tried to find you all the rest of the day. With no luck, and her taking her sweet time to get to practice, she didn’t see you.

When she left for a later class, right after practice, after practice had ended at six pm, she had finally seen you and Caitlin walking together. It was the most shocking yet, anxiety inducing thing she’s seen since she left you earlier that morning.

She was a ways behind you both, recognizing Caitlin first, still in her practice uniform. You were both heading the same way she was, so she just decided to stay behind instead of going to talk to Cait. She wasn’t going to go anywhere near you both, scared of being that close again and having to introduce herself. She’d be an absolute mess. It barely worked this morning, and she was not taking her chances.

It wasn’t until she saw you walking away, meeting up with this other girl, and saying goodbye to Caitlin, that she decided to catch Caitlin before she left. “Caitlin!” Her walk speeding up, looking in your direction making sure you didn’t hear her.

Caitlin looked behind her to see her frantic teammate running up to her. “Yes, Kate?” She smiled nervously, watching the blonde dart her eyes between you and her.

“Who is that?” Kate looked to you, blushing. Pointing subtly towards you to make sure Caitlin knew exactly who she was talking about. That’s when Caitlin smiled. “That’s my friend! She just transferred here. She’s playing soccer now.”

“What do you mean ‘she plays soccer now’? What did she play before?” Kate wanted to know everything about you. She already knew you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. But she wanted to know more.

“She played basketball too. Got a full ride to UC Berkeley with it.” Caitlin nodded her head, continuing on the path she was headed to. “We were on our way to our class, but her soccer teammate needed her for a minute so I said i’d meet her there.”

“Oh, okay. How do you know her? Has she always been that pretty? How many classes do you guys have together? Maybe I can “walk” you to it?” Kate started to ramble any question that came to mind about you. All of which were about anything and everything besides your name.

“Oh, my god. Kate. Slow down. Why so many questions?” Caitlin laughed, already having a small idea as to what was happening. “Just ask her tomorrow.”

Kate’s throat went dry. What did she mean? “I’m sorry, what?” Kate choked out. Caitlin gave Kate a blank stare.

“I invited her to our pickup game tomorrow. Just talk to her then.” Kate was already so excited but dreading tomorrow.

She really really wanted to see you, but she started to think about how you’d see her play and she’d have to possibly guard you. This was a lot. Kate definitely did not let this go. She was starting to get too nervous. She was getting self conscious. She wanted to impress you.

Kate got up the next morning to a text from Caitlin asking to get there earlier than planned for a shoot around before the pickup game. The reason why was very vague but she decided to go early. Caitlin had asked her multiple other times to meet up and practice shots. That’s where Kate had developed better confidence in her far-range shots. Her three game improving significantly.

But the more Kate thought about it, she didn’t even get your name yesterday. Not even from Caitlin.

Her nerves were through the roof as she walked out the house and set on her way to Carver.

Her face grew hot and red, suddenly her relaxed and otherwise friendly demeanor turned shy and antsy as she got closer and closer to you both, standing on the court while she set her stuff down. That’s why she wanted her early…forgetting to mention the why.

“Hey, Cait.” Kate walked up to Caitlin, her eyes darting between you and her. She was so nervous. You were just so pretty and so close she just couldn’t take it.

“Hey! This is my friend, y/n.” Caitlin looked to Kate, and then to you. You shook Kate’s hand. Immediately recognizing the pretty girl who had helped you find your class yesterday.

You smiled. Yesterday after she walked you all the way to your class, before you had walked in you thanked her and watched her go on her way. She looked nervous but so did you. You walked up to the door but stopped to look behind you. What made it more awkward is you both caught eachothers eye at the same time.

Cait💕

“You find your class okay?”

“yeah! some really nice girl helped me find my class.”

“Oh, awesome! The people here are way nicer than the people from California huh?”

Caitlin and you had grown up together. Two girls who loved the game of basketball. You got a full ride to UC Berkeley. Iowa skipping over you for an offer but getting Caitlin. You honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You got to experience life outside of Iowa. It was a fun experience. You loved California but still keeping in touch with back home. You would’ve stayed if your injury your sophomore season didn’t pull you out of the sport completely.

Tearing your meniscus, ACL, PCL, and MCL. You tore them over a span of a couple years. Your ACL and PCL being the first to go in your junior season of highschool. The MCL your freshman year of college. You had been halfway into your sophomore season at Berkeley when you tore your meniscus.

You were told you were able to recover and go back, but your coach didn’t like that you were getting injured and submitted an appeal to have your full ride taken. That’s when the dean advised you to find a different career outside of basketball. So, you entered the transfer portal, losing your full ride, and ended back up in Iowa for senior year. You had played soccer growing up as well with your brother. You kept up with it outside of basketball only small scrimmages, nothing too serious so you weren’t injured for basketball. But Iowa had a great soccer team and you missed home, so you decided to come back and come back to soccer.

“They’re way nicer for sure…and wayyy cuter😉”

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy”

“you laughed at, ‘Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy’ ”

You were excited to meet the friends Caitlin made here in Iowa City after you left. Wanted to meet the women she talked so highly of. So when she texted you last night asking if you wanted to shoot around before doing a pick up game, you immediately said yes. Something about wanted to introduce you to a friend, hence having to get there early.

“Oh, you walked me to my class yesterday!” You stuck your hand out and waited for Kate to shake it.

Kate had been staring at you. She didn’t mean it in a rude or freaky way. She just was in shock. There was no way you knew Caitlin. “Uh, yeah! I’m Kate. I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves yesterday.” Kate giggled.

Caitlin raised her eyebrows. There was no way Kate was the cute girl you mentioned to her yesterday. No way. And there’s no way you had Kate Martin giggling at a handshake. This elicited a random giggle and ‘no way’. You and Kate turned your heads and looked at her confused. It finally clicked to Caitlin.

“Oh! Nothing nothing. Just that—Oh! Look! My ball!” She walked away to the ball she left at half court, leaving you two to stand in awkward silence before opting to get started. You guys were going for about an hour before Caitling and Kate walked up to the small team Caitlin put together. You watched them two walk away, shaking your head before walking over to your team.

That’s when Kate turned to look back at you. Watching you immediately make friends with the girls in your team. Which happened to be her friends too. Kate turned back to the team, a huddle being held…Kate’s face grew even more rosy when she saw her best friend caught on to what was happening. Caitlin had been giving her the biggest smirk when they made eye contact. Was it really that obvious that she had a crush on you? Could she even call it that? She just met you formally seconds ago.

The shoot around is where you and Kate really got to know each other. Exchanging stories and experiences, her asking all kinds of questions of what it was like in California.

How you knew Caitlin, which she was shocked to find out that you grew up here. That you and Caitlin were neighbors. She learned more than what Caitlin had been willing to tell her. Something about “you’ll know soon enough,” or “i’ll let her decide.”

It didn’t help that she had to guard you during the whole game, even though her being absolutely smitten from the moment Caitlin told her your name wasn’t already awkward enough.

The small praises you gave her while playing went immediately to Kate’s head. A pretty girl like you complimenting her. She returned them back, feeling less scared of her antics when she saw how you reacted to them too. It was the most nervous and overall mindfucking pick up game she’s ever played in her life. And she grew up with playing with bigger and stronger boys. Hell, she’s made it to national championship games and this by far took the cake for the most absurd and anxious game.

But you, made her immediately nervous. And she knew you knew. The small smiles and giggles you gave her whenever you saw her reaction to your compliments and praises, your touches to her body when you would pivot around her while dribbling, your hands brushing her hips when trying to blow past her and cut to the basket.

Needless to say, you both knew the effect you had on eachother. Which is why it was the longest yet shortest game ever. Because when it ended, and you had work to do and practice to attend, so you started to say your goodbyes to everyone.

You said goodbye to the new girls you made friends with, getting their numbers and then pulling your oldest friend aside. “Please tell me that’s her.” Your face burning up from the exertion and the thought of the tall blonde you could feel was looking at you from behind Caitlin.

“Possibly.” Cait raised her brows, mischevious smile on her face.

“She’s possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen, Cait. Please tell me that’s her.” You glanced behind Caitlin again, catching those oh, so pretty blue eyes. You both looking away immediately, you both blushing.

“I’ll talk to you after your practice.” She hugged you and you started on your way to your practice. Looking back to catch one last longing look to Kate. It was definitely her.

She was already standing and talking to Caitlin, big smile on her face, hair now down. God, she looked good.

“Please invite her to more of these.” Kate pleaded with Caitlin. That immediately earned a loud chuckle from the brunette. This was so entertaining. Her best friends having the hots for eachother was the most interesting thing to happen to her.

“I will.” Caitlin patted her hand on her best friends chest, starting to walk away. “I fucking knew it.” She said while she was a good distance from Kate.

“What?” Kate asked, already wishing another pick up game would happen or that she’d run into you soon.

“Oh, nothing.” Caitlin walked away, knowing she had to do something to keep you guys interacting. This game of trying to get you both together was more fun than, dare she say, the final four tournament??

[v1ctor1asecretangel]

Red Lace

stan bowes x fem!reader

song i recommend listening to: yayo by lana del rey

warnings: sugar daddy stan, smut, fingering, blowjobs, riding, car sex, squirting

word count: 1.4k

notes: guys im sorry my smuts are kinda bad🙁 ITS SO HARD TO WRITE AND FOR WHAT LIKE but here ya go! i love a good sugar daddy stan moment. sorry for ooc imma be so real with yall i didnt even watch pose. I JUST SEEN CLIPS OF STAN STOP LEAVE ME ALONE

MDNI 18+

You don't understand why Mr. Bowes insists on buying you things.

Thanks to his pay raise, you've got too much cash to spend on yourself already. You've upgraded your apartment, bought a new car, and now you shop at Whole Foods.

But this? This seems like a bit much.

"Mr. Bowes, I really don't ne—"

"And you expect me to allow you to walk home by yourself at this time of night?" He raises an eyebrow, his pale skin in stark contrast to the black leather of the limousine. Adjusting the cuff of his black suit jacket, he drawls, "Please, I insist."

You sigh, and yet you step into the limo anyway.

You feel out of place with the fancy wine glasses, smooth jazz, glossy white exoskeleton and soft red interior lighting. The partition is rolled high and you can't escape the feeling that this is private.

"Your address, Ms. Y/N?"

"Oh, right um," you hate to say you were too enamoured by all the glitter and glam that it takes you a second to come back down to earth to provide him with the proper info. Mr. Bowes raps against the partition with a fingernail, mumbling what you assume to be your address to the driver before it raises and you two are alone again.

"So, Ms. Y/N," Mr. Bowes begins. Despite all the space in the long limousine, he's sat right next to you, shoulders brushing and all. "How was lunch?"

Right. Lunch. Today, you arrived to the office with your lunch from home in hand, to find an even better one sitting on your desk with a note that read:

Eat up, Sweetheart.

— S. B.

Seriously. Is your boss trying to kill you?

But, you ate it. And it was delicious.

"It—It was good."

And, fuck. You're not one to stutter but thinking straight proves harder than you thought under Mr. Bowe's heavy gaze.

Mr. Bowes crowds you against the door and his cologne is beyond overwhelming, flooding your senses and setting your veins alight as he slides a calloused hand up your thigh, pushing your pencil skirt out of the way as he rubs up your thigh. He knows he can get away with it.

"And the outfit?"

"It uhm...fits fine."

And Mr. Bowes always finds the perfect size, too. Honestly, you're impressed—half of the time you can't find your size yourself.

Mr. Bowes hums in satisfaction, a hand sliding to play with the lace that falls over the crest of your ass. You know he likes to see you squirm and stutter blush. And yet here you are, eating it up like some slutty secretary.

"Are you wearing it right now, Princess?"

Mr. Bowes speaks like he knows, and you find your face turning a similar fiery red to the lingerie set you have on underneath your outfit.

"I am."

Mr. Bowes's eyes flutter and you swear his grip around your ass tightens, but it's gone before you blink again. A groan rolls through his chest.

"Show me, Princess."

Your eye shifts to the limousine window. You're on the highway, but you haven't got an idea to when you'll reach your apartment. "Mr. Bowes, I—"

"Stan when we're alone, Gorgeous."

"Stan, what if someone—"

"It's dark and the windows are tinted," Stan cages you in with a forearm against the door, leaning over so his mouth is leveled with your ear. "You and I both know you live a little ways away from headquarters, so what's the wait?"

You...You...

You don't know.

You find your mouth moving before you think it through, "What do you wanna see first?"

"You know me so well, Princess," Stan purrs, biting his bottom lip as his eyelids sink halfway, studying you. After a still silence, Stan speaks again.

"Take off your shirt."

You shiver.

Button by button, your fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt until the lacy red bra Stan left on your desk is on full display.

Stan groans at the view, head dipping down to press butterfly kisses to your breasts. The warmth of his palms feels strange through the lace but the thumb passing over your nipple has you shivering nonetheless.

"On your knees, Princess," a pretty pink tongue emerges to wet his bottom lip. "I want to cum on those pretty tits of yours."

Your hands are fluent and swift, from undoing his button and zipper to unbuckling his belt, and your face to face with your boss' hard cock bobbing underneath the tip of your nose.

"Suck, Pretty."

Grabbing the base of his cock, you lick from his balls to the tip, giggling at Stan's shudder.

"What, Princess? It's not my fault your mouth is sinful."

To prove his point, and to prove who's in charge, Stan bucks down your throat. It makes you choke and splutter, but you push through the spasms in your throat anyway, pulling a fairly juvenile broken moan from the billionaire's mouth.

"Such a dedicated little girl." Stan groans, gently threading his hands through your hair to grab you tight by the roots. "I bet you're soaking wet in between those legs, aren't you?"

You whimper, subtly rubbing your thighs together—you wouldn't be surprised if you left a wet spot on the floor. Your cheeks burn from the humiliating thought.

"Up."

You pull your mouth off of him, a little confused.

"Change of plans, Princess," Stan pants, lifting you by the waist and sitting you in his lap. After pulling the tight black pencil skirt above your ass, Stan bites his lip at the sight of you.

"So gorgeous," he moans, trailing a finger up your slit. "And so wet. Did I do all this, Princess?"

You slap him on the shoulder in mild embarrassment, cheeks and neck burning. Grinding your hips in his lap, you roll your eyes. "Stan, just fuck m—"

He grabs you roughly by the jaw, chuckling at the way your pretty little eyes burst into the size of saucers, "I believe I asked you a question."

"Yes," you whimper, caught off guard. Stan's grip tightens.

"Yes what?"

"Y-Yes Sir."

Stan bites his lip at the pet name, using the grip he has on your jaw to shake your head back and forth as he coos, "Good girl."

Peeling your panties to the side, the big hands on your waist guide you onto his cock. The slide is smoother than it should be, and Stan's buried in your pussy fairly quickly.

"Grind on me, Princess." Stan bucks his hips to spur you on, and you're moving the moment you pull his dress shirt into a tight little fist. Stan's always been big, but inside you? It can get a little hard to breath.

Stan's thumb ghosts your clit and it has you shivering, drunk off his slow in sensual pace.

"Hmm, you're drooling Pri—fuck!"

There's a bump in the road and it sends your pupils flying into the back of your skull, and the broken moan that tumbles out of Stan's mouth makes you want to hear more.

Bracing your knees against the plush limousine cushion, you maintain the momentum and drop yourself onto his cock so rapidly you're sure the driver can hear the slap of skin through the partition. Stan's eyes widen before his eyelids drop halfway, mesmerized by the slow but hard movements of your hips.

"Shit—c-careful, Princess," Stan puts his hands around your waist in an attempt to gain control of the speed, but you quickly swat his hands away.

"I wanna," you pant, whimpering as he hits your cervix when the limo jolts again. "I wanna make you feel good. A-As 'sa thank you."

"Awe baby," Stan coos, applying more pressure to your clit. You squeak, readjusting your grip on his shoulders, "For the outfit I gave you? When I saw it in the store I knew it'd look gorgeous—and look at you, so fucking delicious."

To reinforce his comment, Stan digs his teeth into your neck, and that's your tipping point—eyes fluttering, your toes curl and you're squirting in Stan's lap; making a mess of his cock and his (probably expensive) suit pants.

"Oh shit—" Stan lets out a guttural moan and he's filling you up, hips stuttering and eyelids flickering. His chest rises and collapses with an airy moan.

"Fuck, Princess," Stan chuckles breathily, resting his head against the limousine seat. His face is pretty and flushed red, hair stiff with sweat and dress shirt a wrinkled mess.

The limousine rolls to a stop, the smooth motion pulling your attention to the window. As you peer out, your brows knit in confusion. This isn’t your apartment building. Instead, the limo is parked in front of a grand, imposing house. One you don’t recognize but assume must belong to Stan. Its tall windows glow with soft, inviting light, the front door just beyond a well-manicured garden.

Your gaze flicks back to Stan, his casual posture in contrast to the subtle tension in the air. He catches your eye, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, his voice low and smooth.

“Care for a quick detour, Princess?”

[beckyscyberslut]

Morning || becky lynch x fem!reader

warnings: smut

word count: 1,258

[p.s. this is from my book on wattpad]

you and becky were chilling at home just moments before you decided to have a little fun and things quickly escalated and got pretty heated.

"I ain't here to play no games i'm gonna give it to you just how you want it." you had told to her the moment you flipped her over on the bed and slipped between her legs before leaning down and giving her one big rough and sloppy kiss.

you pulled away with your lips still touching hers slightly having her say, "you can call me crazy, baby, you just drive me crazy when you touch on it."

those words making you glide your hand up her body only stopping at her neck giving it a squeeze before leaning back down for another sloppy kiss.

you pull away from becky making her whine.

"patience, love." you tell her walking to your closet and grabbing what you need.

"clothes off now." you demanded as you took your own clothes off and put the strap on adjusting it.

once she was fully naked you drank her whole body in not being able to believe how beautiful she was.

you pushed her back on the bed and lined yourself with her entrance before entering her you lifted her legs up on your shoulders and pinned her hands above her head.

you slowly entered her waiting a while for her to adjust before pumping slowly in and out of her.

her moans slowly filling the room.

"oh, baby. f-faster please.." she said her face contorting in pleasure.

"you make me stand up and switch up on it." you told her going faster as you stood up straight holding on to her waist and pounding into her

her moans getting louder with every stroke.

when she started getting quiet you tell that she was getting close.

"make your head go round and round and have me making sound until the morning."

she said making you slide out of her and kiss down her body until you got to where she craved you most.

the moment your mouth connected with her clit she let out a string of curse words making her smile against her.

truthfully, you loved the hold you had on her.

you loved the way she tasted, the way she moved her hips in sync with your face, the way she felt around your fingers, and the sound of her raspy, breathy moans.

the way she sounded moaning your name drove you crazy.

"ain't no limit what im pullin when I fuck on you, babe." you spoke against her core the vibrations of you voice alone driving her mad.

the moment you added fingers she lost it and came all over your fingers and face.

"you taste so fucking good." you told her while sucking her juices off your fingers and looking her dead In the eyes.

you went to kiss her letting her taste herself while placing your hand on her clit making her moan into the kiss.

"you came like a good girl, but, daddy's not done with you yet, babygirl." you smirked against her lips flipping you both over to where she was on top riding the strap.

you were guiding her hips as she threw her had back in pleasure, moans slowly turning into screams.

"feel that shit, get it." you told her before making her lean over and you putting her right nipple in your mouth and playing with the other one.

her moans started getting breathier letting you know she was almost to her high for the second time that night.

you reached your hand down and started making circles on her clit making her a moaning mess.

she gripped you shoulders tight with her jaw hanging indicating that she came so you helped her ride out her high.

full shivers running down her spine never truly knowing what it is that you do to her body to make her feel the way you do.

"have some more in you, darling? we're just getting started." you ask her and she nods her head so you flip you over again before slipping the strap off and getting in bed with her.

you turn her on her side before picking her left leg up lifting it over your shoulder and getting between them making both your cores touch each other drawing moans out of both of your mouths.

you started rocking your hips slowly at first before picking up the pace bringing more moans out of you both.

"fuck, daddy, i'm so close." becky said through moans driving you crazy making you go even faster, he friction making you both feel that coil in your stomach.

"come on, baby, cum with me." you said letting go having becky follow not too long after.

you put becky lying on her back before sitting on her face and leaning over to get to work on her.

she slipped two fingers inside of me while her mouth was attached to my clit making me arch my back with a loud moan.

I leaned back over and started eating my heart out,

I slipped my tongue in and out of her slit before bring it back up to her clit and sucking on it.

her moans against by clit were giving me full body chills.

"fuuckkk." I drug out against her clit.

I was such a moaning mess.

she always knew how to give me exactly what I needed to please me.

I started moving my tongue faster against her before adding fingers and pumping them in and out of her.

I knew I was beginning to get close to my high but I was holding it back until I got her where I wanted her.

I wanted to slut my pretty girl out.

I inserted another finger and had her squirming beneath me her moans going crazy against me.

"let it go. now." you told her against her that being the last straw making her cum you also releasing on her tongue.

she sucked up all you juices. licking you dry.

you did the same before turning around to where you were back between her legs.

"one more for me, okay?" you said as she nodded her head.

you brought her hand back down to her core and shoved two fingers into her as you sucked and bit on her neck marking you as her territory.

you pumped fast and hard, her legs shaking.

"baby, i'm so fuckin close." she said as her walls started clenching around your fingers.

you put your thumb against her clit making her back arch.

she brought her arms around your neck bringing you into a sloppy kiss that she moaned into.

you pumped a little harder and faster making her hands go down to your back and having her claw you as she came long and hard for the last time that night.

she took your hand and brought it to her mouth sucking all her juices off your fingers while looking you dead in the eyes letting go with a pop.

"funny how you thought I tapped out when we was fuckin." she said with a slight laugh before pulling you down and lying on your chest too exhausted to move.

you pulled the blanket over you and pulled her closer to you, kissing her head.

"I love you, Rebecca." you whispered to her.

"I love you so much more, y/n." she responded.

you looked over at the clock and saw that it was the morning.

[player1064]

Ok after the amazing angst one about their first time might I request a hurt/comfort… I love the complications of them being secretly together as players. Maybe Gary (srry bby) gets injured in a match and it’s scholes that has to tell Jamie and that’s how they come out to their friends or to the world, maybe Jamie’s there, idkkkkkk but something in the following of the SAF finding out one? 😁❤️

tbh like. at this point this is fully just a full length fic. perhaps I'm insane about them...

LOVE the idea of them being together in their playing days. wish I could find footage of Gary breaking his ankle but there's none!!!!!

Set as a sort of prequel to this one from a few days ago

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17th March 2007

Jamie is on the team bus headed for Birmingham when it happens. Up front, the radio is playing match coverage, but he’s sat further back, he and Stevie too busy holding court with the players sat around them to pay it much attention. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on what United are doing, but as it stands they’re twenty points clear of Liverpool and are certainly going to get another three today – it’s only Bolton, and they’re at home too.

So, he’s on the bus when it happens, but he doesn’t find out until the team is sat around watching Match of the Day later that evening. Even then, he doesn’t get to see the footage, the only mention that anything happened at all being a short “Gary Neville came off after 11 minutes with an ankle injury.”

His teammates cheer and Jamie tries to laugh along, but all he can think is why hasn’t he texted.

“Reckon that’s him off England squad this summer, then” Stevie says, grinning, “finally, some peace and quiet. An’ they’ll be needing someone to step in for ‘im, Carra, you might get more minutes.”

“I fuckin’ hate playin’ right back,” he groans, rolling his eyes (why hasn’t he texted why hasn’t he texted why hasn’t he texted).

He makes a show of looking at the clock, says something about needing to call his parents to let them know he’s got to the hotel alright, and high-tails it out of there to go back to his and Stevie’s empty room.

Still no texts, so he brings Gary’s number up and calls, pacing the floor while it rings.

It takes longer than usual, but eventually he’s greeted with a quiet “’lo?” and breathes a sigh of relief.

“Are y’alright, love?” he asks quickly, his words rushing together. “Only just heard, else I’d’ve called sooner – what ‘appened? That twat Lineker was so vague.”

There’s a long pause, long enough that Jamie starts to wonder if his signal’s dropped out, and then:

A voice which he now hears is definitely not Gary, saying “this is Scholes.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, and snaps his phone shut.

His phone starts ringing a few seconds later.

Jamie, because maybe he’s a bit stupid, answers it.

“Yeah?”

“Er,” he hears Scholes say, “Who’m I speakin’ to, exactly? Gaz’s only got this number saved as ‘J’.”

“Um,” Jamie says, panicking. “I’m just a friend of ‘is, heard he got injured so wanted to check he were alright.”

“’e’s still waitin’ on some scans, but they reckon it’s broken,” Scholes says. “Gaz doesn’t really have friends, does he, outside of team. An’ you sound –”

“—Okay, good t’hear he’s alright, bye then.”

Jamie snaps his phone shut again and tosses it onto his bed, wipes both hands down his face.

Broken. Fuck. That’s him out for the remainder of the season, then, he’ll be devastated. At least he’s already racked up enough appearances to get a medal when United inevitably win the league, not that the prick needs another one of those.

This thing of theirs, whatever it actually is, it’s not been going on that long. Not even a full year, if you’re ignoring the few mistaken fumbles at England camps over the years and only counting from when they’d made it – not official, exactly, because again Jamie’s not entirely sure what it is they’d be making official – but as close to official as it’s likely to get.

Gary, the prick, would probably give him a smack if he said all that to him. It all comes a lot easier to him, the – the words, and the feelings. Jamie can almost hear him now, why’s everythin’ always so complicated w’you, Jamie, stop bein’ a baby and just admit I’m your boyfriend.

His ankle is probably broken. Jamie should be there.

He has a match tomorrow.

He sits on the end of his bed, hunched over with his head in his hands while he tries to sort through the mess in his head to work out what he’s meant to do. There’s a buzzing in his head that feels so loud he doesn’t notice the soft click of the door opening until there’s a dip in the mattress beside him and Stevie’s hand patting him on the shoulder.

“Y’alright, lad?” he asks gently, shifting his hand to rub firm circles on Jamie’s back. “We’re headin’ down for dinner soon, boss sent me to find you.”

“I’m fine,” he says automatically, but when he looks up he can see the disbelief in Stevie’s face. “I am, I just – if somethin’ happened to Alex, like, if she’d been hurt. Would you go home? Even if you’re meant to be startin’ tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Stevie replies, like he doesn’t even have to think about it. “’Course I would, you know that. She’s – y’know, she’s the mother of my children, in’t she? I’d drop anythin’.”

Jamie groans, puts his face back in his hands. “’s not helpful, Stevie.”

“Well, no, ‘cause you don’t ‘ave kids.” Stevie pauses for a second, frowns. “Unless you –”

“—No!” Jamie says quickly, shaking his head. “Christ, y’think I could ‘ave a secret family? Give us a break. No, it’s just – I dunno, I been seein’ someone, for a little bit now, and somethin’s happened, and – and I feel like I’m meant to go home, aren’t I? Help out? But I –”

“But you can’t miss the game tomorrow,” Stevie finishes for him, because of course he knows that, he knows him, knows how his head works. “So there’s yer answer. Carra, she won’t hold it against you. If she – I mean, does she love you? Are the two of yous, like – why’ve you not said anythin’?”

Jamie feels a twinge of guilt. “’s complicated,” he says with a sigh. “But we – I s’pose so, yeah. I s’pose you might say that we’re – that.”

Stevie, god bless the man, seems to lose any trace of annoyance or upset over being left out of the loop, and throws an arm around Jamie’s shoulder with a grin. “My boy’s in love!” he says, squeezing Jamie tight. “Too much of a prick to tell ‘is best mate, but what else is fuckin’ new? Look, Jay, I know you, don’t I? And if she knows you, then she’ll know you ‘ave to play this game. Long as she’s not dyin’, I’m sure she’ll understand waitin’ ‘til tomorrow evenin’ for you to get home.”

“Ha,” Jamie says humourlessly, still feeling guilt clawing away at his insides, “prob’ly won’t notice if I’m there or not, anyway.”

Stevie pats him on the shoulder one last time and then stands back up, nodding his head towards the door in question.

Jamie gets up too, but they’ve only taken a couple of steps towards the door when another wave of guilt crashes into him and he blurts out “Stevie –”

“I’m bloody starving, Carra, c’mon now.”

“Stevie,” he says again, clenching his fists at his sides. He can’t look at Stevie, is staring up at the ceiling instead as he says “’s not a girl. That I’ve been seein’. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

There’s a long pause, where it feels like the air between them is humming, and then Stevie just nods and says “okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They make it all the way out of the room and into the lift down to the dining room when Stevie’s brow furrows for a second and then he turns to Jamie, eyes wide.

“Carra,” he says grimly, “please tell me the guy you’ve been seeing that’s got hurt today’s not another footballer.”

Jamie feels himself blush. “Um,” he replies.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Jamie, what is wrong w’you?”

*

When Gary is wheeled back into his private hospital room, it’s to the sight of Scholesy sat in an armchair looking thoughtfully at the phone in his hands.

He blinks when he hears Gary come in, looks up with a grimace. “X-ray gone alright?”

Gary shrugs, looks away. “Broken,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “Like they thought. Guess it’s gonna be more’n just three weeks out, then.”

Scholesy sighs, deflating slightly. “’m sorry, Gaz.”

“Is what it is. They said I can go home now, at least, so that’s somethin’. You got all my things?”

“Yeah, give us a second,” Scholesy says, turning around to rummage through the pockets of the coat that’s hanging on the back of his chair. He pulls another phone out, opens it up. “I’ll call us a cab, yeah? Want me to stay at yours tonight?”

It takes a second to compute that if the new phone is Scholesy’s, then the one he’d been staring at when Gary came in was –

“Erm. Were there any calls for me, while I was out?”

“Yeah,” Scholesy says, back to sounding sort of distant.

Please be from my mum, Gary thinks desperately, almost wanting to squeeze his eyes shut while he waits for Scholesy to elaborate.

“Um, texts from the family, of course. But just the one call.”

He hands the phone back to Gary, who opens up the call log to see exactly what he was hoping he wouldn’t.

Still, there’s a little glowy feeling in his chest at the fact he’d called.

“Ah,” he says. “Did you, er, d’you speak to him?”

“For a minute,” Scholesy says carefully. “Said he were a friend of yours.”

“Yeah,” Gary says with a relieved chuckle. His idiot boyfriend is good for something, after all. “Yeah, he’s a good friend. Good of him to check up on us.”

Except, then Scholesy adds: “Sounded Scouse.”

“Ah, yeah,” he replies, rubs a hand over his jaw. “Well, can’t hold it against him, I s’pose.”

Except, then Scholesy looks him dead in the eye and says: “Called you ‘love’.”

Fuck,

Fuck.

“Scholesy,” he says, feeling panic rise up inside him, “Scholesy, I can explain –”

“First boyfriend in how many years and it’s a bloody Scouser,” Scholesy mutters, which –

Which isn’t what Gary had thought he’d say, not even close.

“You don’t – you don’t mind that he’s – that he’s a man?”

Scholesy frowns at him like he’s lost his marbles. “Well, what else would he be?”

“I – a woman, Scholesy!” Gary screeches.

“But you’re gay?”

“You’re not meant to know that!”

Scholesy’s eyes flit up towards the ceiling. “Oh my god,” he mutters. He looks back at Gary, voice even. “You are so annoying, d’you know that? Nobody cares about the gay thing.”

“Oh,” Gary says, even though his head is screaming other people know too???

“He sounded worried, your lad on the phone.”

Gary feels himself relax a bit as it finally clicks how nice it is to be able to talk about this. “Yeah,” he says fondly, “’cause he’s bloody stupid.”

Scholesy hums thoughtfully. “What’s ‘is name?”

Ah, right. There is still that one, teeny tiny little problem.

“Um,” he says. “’s name’s Jamie.”

There’s a brief second while Scholesy’s brain works through the complicated equation of ‘Jamie + Scouser’, and Gary can tell the exact moment it computes because his eyes go wide and he says “Carragher?”

[dinomite2]

Female Agent 8 x male reader relationship headcanons

Yay ! Another Agent 8 x reader fic !

also what month do think side order going to release it said that it was going to be released sometime in spring so think March to April is a good time

Featuring: female Agents 4 & 3

● when 8 got out of the surface after a few months after she got out the deep sea metro defeated Commader Tarter she settled in for a new home at inkopolis Square to meet new people and to have fun in turf wars and ranked battles and so far things have been normal for her

● That was until 8 met you for the first time in the middle of inkopolis Square she was about to get a the new Quadruple fried Cosmic Shwaffle Meal from the crust bucket, but she didn't have a ticket for it since it was very rare ticket to get

● But luckily you were nice and lucky enough to get the ticket and share with her and you two ate together ,started to know about each other and what you do and quick became friends

● Your usual activities together would either be mainly just hanging out together and uncommonly at times you'd either see one or both of 8's friends Aka Agent 3 and Agent 4 and both of them are mysterious wonders to see

● we start with who seems to be the most rowdy of the two Agent 4 when she First Met you She was a friendly fellow but at times she'd be strangely and jokingly flirty with you and it mostly happen at random times but Don't worry 3 will take care of her if things go weird

"And that how it takes 6.79 seconds to refill a ink tank with no ink recovery up while it takes exactly 4.19 to fill up with ink recovery up everyone got that? " 3 said questioning 4, 8 and You

"Yep!" 8 said happily

"Yeah" you said giving a smile and a thumbs up

"Y/n would fill up my ink tank in 3 seconds~"

"4!" 8 groaned and covered her face looking down while blushing you did the same too keeping a straight face while blushing wildly while 4 just sat laid back with a smug smile on her face

3 threw her shoe Mach speed at 4 after she said that

● And secondly we have Agent 3 who's not a bad gal herself but she takes care of both 4 and 8 while also keeping a close eye on you, and making sure that your not taking advantage over any of them

●and by that a friend group was made ! And everything had gone swell for awhile hanging out and having lots of fun and doing lots of turf wars Until 8 started to show more "feelings" for you

● she blushed whenever you looked at her she stuttered 8 when was talking to you, when she looked at you from afar she looked at you with a wavy smile on her face and would sometimes do REALLY stupid stuff to try and to impress you

"um 8 are you sure about this this doesn't look safe" you said looking at 8 holding a VERY spicy pepper

"I'm a trained agent Y/n I can handle anything" 8 said with high amounts of confidence as she ate the pepper

.

"See nothing happened im fine" 8 said As her entire body was sweating and slowly starting to turn entirely red

"is sweating excessively and your body becoming red count as normal?" You questioned

"Nope I'm still fine" she said with a strained smile and was now melti- WAIT MELTING!?

"OH COD 8 now you're melting now do you want me to get 3!?"

"don't worryyyy" she said melting into a puddle of herself eyes and mouth separated like 3 cereal pieces in a bowlful of milk

"I'm getting 3 " You said walking backwards looking at the liquidfied agent 8

● and while this frantic loveshowing was in tow 3 and 4 both took notice of this and eventually found out that 8 has a crush on you!

● And 8 couldn't really hold her secret to 3 and 4 as it was eventually found True so they planned to teach 8 how to show her feelings toward you By a beautiful picnic date!

(I took this pic during the start of a big run/splatfest)

It was a crisp night on top of a hill up standing there was a tree plastered with warm colored lights and under there was picnic carpet, basket and a boombox and 8 sitting as she was waiting for you to come thanks the invitation that 3 gave you hiddenly.

"Um guys are you sure this will work?" 8 said questioning 3 and 4 on her hidden mic

"Don't worrrrrry 8 me and 3 will guide you through " 4 said reassuring 8

"And ill make sure she doesn't say anything STUPID "

"Ok ok geez I won't, look! He's coming greet him!"

"Hey 8! What's up you invited me here?"

"Uh-h hello cmon over !" 8 said blushing as you both sat down on the picnic Blanket she then pulled out a disk and placed it into the boombox

(Ost/video not mine) (also new fav music ever man)

"ohh pop 'n' schlock that's my favorite! How did you know ?" You said questioning 8

"I-ii heard from 4, uhm want a drink?" 8 said quickly pulling out a bottle of fruit punch

"Yeah I will !" You said picking up a cup

8 poured the punch into your cup and then you drank it

"Ok you're doing good Now complment him, say that you have pretty eyes " instructed 8

"Ok, um Y/n"

"Yeah?"

"I have pretty eyes "

"Uh yeah they're nice -they're" You said feeling a bit awkward about what 8 just said looking away

"No not yours his !" 3 said into the mic

" Oh! I meant you have pretty eyes not mine ok mine work" 8 Said embarrassingly

"So 8 why did you invite me you wanted to say something?"You said As pop 'n' schlock was playing

"Ok now tell him how you feel"

"Ok uh-m Y/n I like you"

"Yeah and I like you too"

"No I meant a bit more than that I love you Y/n i had a crush on you since we met"

"Oh uh well um uh i" you blushed while looking away until 8 kissed you on the cheek causing you to blush even more

"Well I'm great you showed your feelings to me 8"

And done SORRY MAN for the massive wait it was supposed to be done in the early December but I caught up on school, Christmas and my own laziness a three distraction combo lol

Also requests haven't been coming in for the past few weeks so if can request.... plz i need something else to do for Christmas break

Anyway enjoy!

[chimini3]

MAKEUP THE BREAK UP

Park Jimin | Chapter 9

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Park Jimin x OC

Synopsis: What happens when Park Jimin's biggest what if comes back into his life? His friendly neighbor, childhood best friend, high school lover, and now his makeup artist?! Amidst the 2020 outbreak, the last thing he needed was Seong Areum making his heart skip a beat and fill his stomach with air. What will he do when unspoken words threaten to slip past his tongue? Would he take the chance of ruining a healing past? Or would he let her slip away once more and let himself get lost in the lights?

Notes/Warnings: IM SICKKK, not beta read, super short, yeahhhh that’s it

Word Count: 2.1k words

Generous Donations

It was still fairly early in the morning. Appa and Eomma had already gone to open up the cafe and after I’m done going to the highschool I would have nowhere else to go but stay at home for my second day in Busan. I didn’t want to stay at the cafe during opening hours. News had already gone out with me staying in Busan and I really didn’t want to cause my parents trouble, so preferably I should just stay home. 

“Hyung!”

“JiHyun, I have to get to Busan High School before their classes start.” 

“But we can come with you!” 

I couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at my younger brother’s idea. I looked towards the two Seong sisters sitting ever so awkwardly on the sofa.

“I don’t get it hyung. We’re free for the entire morning and the PRIVATE tour you arranged is still at noon. What’s wrong with coming with you to your High School business thing? And why can’t you come with us on the tour?” JiHyun looked defeated and I really hated myself for making him upset, though I didn’t understand why he couldn’t understand what I was doing.

“JiHyun… People will recognize me and your tour will be ruined. I’m fine staying at home until you guys come back and we can go out for dinner with Appa. And my work is going to be really quick and really boring.” I explained slowly as JiHyun sat on the sofa defeated. His shoulders sagging down like the cushion around him did.

Areum placed a hand on his back to comfort the younger boy before she looked at me with those big dark brown deep eyes that sent a tingling sensation to my airy stomach. I can tell that she was unsure of something from the way her pupils would slightly move though still keeping them staring at me. She blinked and stood up to approach me and lowered the volume of her voice to speak to me.

“Jimin… I’m sure you don’t want us in your work, but JiHyun just wants to spend the most time with you. I know your job really makes it difficult to see each other and both me and Ahnna being here at the same time as you is probably making it more difficult for JiHyun to spend his time properly but you have to understand your younger brother. If you don’t want us in your work then it’s okay, but please try to join us in the tour at least. It will be difficult to avoid getting recognized in your hometown but it would mean everything to JiHyun.” Areum’s voice carried a calmness that relaxed shoulders that I didn’t know were tense. Her slow and placid way of speaking to me made me understand her point instantly and I can feel my lips frown from my dawning realization. 

The last time I properly saw JiHyun was last year. It was a quick overnight visit before I flew to New York for the New Year and we managed to only exchange a few words due to my rush in getting papers done in Busan. This was the only time in a long while that he actually had my full attention and I didn’t realize how much that meant to him. We were always a close knitted family. No matter the distance; we still occasionally sent each other messages and planned things for when they got a chance to go to Seoul or when I would go to Busan. I even planned on buying a bigger apartment when needed so that I can have a room just for my parents to stay in when they stay in Seoul.

I breathed out and nodded as I blinked slowly. Areum had a small smile on her lips as I checked my phone for the time. I was going to be late, though it would be fine. They would understand and it wasn’t that time stricken. Actually, it was only going to overlook the work I wanted to do, I hated planning things on my days off so of course this small work time incorporated early in the day was minimal effort.

“Okay… Go get changed and let’s go. We can have some proper breakfast on the way too.” 

JiHyun’s head immediately snapped up at my voice. His lips turned up as he met my eyes and he immediately stood up and got in his room to change up as I sat on the sofa and got my phone out to message the people I was going to meet about my slight delay.

“Are you two okay with coming with us? Or will you stay here?” I asked the two Seong’s.

“We have nothing else to do so we’ll come with you.” Ahnna answered with a smile as I nodded and called a car to pick us up.

“Do you want us to leave you be with your work?” JiHyun asked as the van we rode drove closer to the Busan High School of Arts. 

“No, it’s fine unless you want to. It’ll be a quick 10 minutes.” 

All four of us did end up coming down the van to enter the school. I only managed to stay a little over a year in this high school, since in my second year I moved to Seoul, though I always appreciated my old schools. This was the school that held my memories of the dance club and the teacher that suggested I join an entertainment company. If it wasn’t for them then I might’ve not fallen in love with dance, and my life would’ve looked completely different if I didn’t.

“Ah, Park Jimin ssi!” A man dressed in formal attire greeted me by the entrance as two more men stood beside him and greeted me.

“Kim Gi Deok, pleasure to meet you again.” I bowed before taking the man’s extended hand to shake. 

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought my brother JiHyun and our friends Seong Areum and Ahnna with me.” I gestured to the people beside me as the man simply shook his hand and sent them a smile.

“Not at all. After everything you’ve done for our schools, it is only our pleasure.” 

“It’s my pleasure to give back. Speaking of which…” I trailed off as I looked around the halls.

“Ah yes! Come with me. We received all 1200 desks and chairs late December and the students are now in class placing them to good use!” The man walked in front of me as I followed and glanced behind me to see if the three were still following me as the two other men followed from behind them. 

“I’m glad. I really wanted to help out.” 

We turned the corner and saw some of the earlier years in their classrooms. I could feel my cheeks rise at the sight of them sitting comfortably on their seats as they focused on their teachers. I saw myself in them. So much hope, dream, and passion for the future.

“I hope you were informed that the Busan Metropolitan City Office of Education has already seen some developments and the 30% of your donation that went to us are being placed to good use in nurturing our students.” 

I smiled with a nod of my head. I had a few people arrange my donations for me and update me on them though it was much greater to hear it in person and see the students. 

“And as we move here…” We all reached the end of the hallway and turned to the last classroom, the same classroom I spent most of my days in. 

“One of your fan clubs' 10 million won donation was also already used as scholarships for these students. We really can't thank you enough for your generosity and kind acts.” The man bowed deeply again as I bowed the same angle as him. I wasn’t aware of such doings though a sense of pride overcame me from our joint actions.

“I didn’t know they did such things, but I’m glad we all helped.” 

As quick as we entered the school, we were soon leaving out the doors after rejecting a meal since we were all relatively full from breakfast. I planned for more projects to come in aiding my past schools though since this project had gotten public recently, I opted to slow down those projects for another time. 

“Where’s the van?” JiHyun asked as we exited the building with an empty road in front of us. 

“You said you wanted to take a walk and go past our middle school, didn’t you?” I raised a brow as a bright smile crept onto my younger brother’s face. I can tell the two girls also enjoyed seeing JiHyun so happy and I couldn’t help but smile with them.

“We’re not walking all the way to Yonsan! My knees would kill me. We're not as young as we were before, but we’re getting in the van by the highway and then we’ll drive past Hoedong.” I corrected myself, though the boy’s grin still stayed on his lips and creased his cheeks.

“Hyung ah! It’s been too long since we’ve properly catched up.” JiHyun said as he walked beside me on the sidewalk whilst Ahnna and Areum walked behind us.

“It’s good to catch up. I haven’t properly seen you in so long.” I shrugged as I placed my hands in the pockets of my coat.

“Areum noona, remember when we ran from Yonsan to Busan High School to give hyung his lunch?” JiHyun looked back at Areum and I guessed she nodded in return, though I kept my eyes on the rubbled concrete of a small one lane street I used to walk through every afternoon. 

“Huh? Why were you going to oppa’s school?” Ahnna asked.

“Jimin hyung and my bag got mixed up so me and Areum had to run all the way to hyung’s school before running back to catch a bus to Yonsan. We were a sweating mess!” JiHyun explained with a few movements to reenact what he remembered.

“YOU had to run to Jimin ssi’s school… You practically dragged me to come with you!” Areum corrected the younger boy as laughter from me and Ahnna erupted.

“Hey! Would you really let me run all by mys—“

“I failed an oral recitation because I couldn’t look over my presentation during lunch time!” Areum interrupted.

“Woah, JiHyun?!” I spoke up as this was new information to me. Yes, they had mentioned this event a few times before though Areum failing a recitation because of it never reached my ears.

“What?” JiHyun looked at me confused.

“Why did you have to bring Areum with you?!

“Hyung! I could’ve gotten kidnapped!”

“I don’t get why you had to run either. I could’ve bought my lunch or ate yours.” I thinned my lips.

“And let you have my homemade gimbap?! I made those with my 13 year old blood, sweat, and tears! And… I didn’t know the correct bus routes to get back to Yonsan…”

We again erupted in laughter at JiHyun’s words as he joined us with a few chuckles. Oh, to go back in time and see the beads of sweat on their foreheads from running. I remembered feeling a bit embarrassed by the whole fiasco back then. I had to be called over to the front gate because middle schoolers weren’t allowed inside our campus especially in the middle of the day. 

Our laughter subsided as we reached the main road where there were more cars on the street and people on the sidewalk though 

“Jimin oppa, when did you start dancing passionately?” Ahnna asked as I turned to look back at her. 

“First year highschool. In that very high school, some group of dancers approached me and asked me if I wanted to try dancing after classes and I just got hooked.” I smiled though a tsk from JiHyun said otherwise.

“Jimin hyung always loved dancing, ever since he was a child. He joined Just Dance academy during middle school and that’s when he got connected to go to Seoul, right noona?” JiHyun corrected my version of events as if he was me. Though we still both looked back to face Areum to see which side she was going to take.

“Jimin loved dancing since he was little. So did he love singing so he joined Just Dance Academy, but left to focus on high school… Though he still managed to join a dance club and ended up going to Seoul. Well, that’s how I remember it. It’s a long time ago now.” Areum shrugged as she opted to keep her eyes on her shoes.

“Why are both of you talking as if you lived my life?” I half-jokingly said with a laugh though no one else laughed with me.

“Come to think of it… yeah. I think Eumi noona is right. Jimin hyung loves to end things to focus on other things though ends up coming back to perfect it either way. Tsk tsk.” 

“Aish! Why are you talking like that when I’m right beside you!” I scolded in an angry tone as I shoved JiHyun’s shoulder.

“Ouch! It’s true!”

I ended up chasing and play-fighting with JiHyun as the girl’s could only giggle at our childishness. I felt at ease. I felt at home. It felt as though nothing had changed between us, we were still the Seongs and Parks that walked and commuted from our school to martial arts practice and dance practice. We still laughed like we had in our years of friendship and that was my home.

[luvdrcp]

── BAEK HWAYOUNG

new muse incoming! baek hwayoung. permanent headache for her boss, resident sour patch kid with an ever-present sweet tooth. hello everyone i'm e! im pretty sure i forgot to introduce myself on the other intro lmfao but hi hi this is a new muse i'm trying out :) hope u all grow to love her like i do, but <3 this and i'll come to u for plotting for either of my muses.

₊˙ ◌ ⁎˚ 〇﹒﹙kim minju. cisfemale. she/her﹚guess who was almost late for their shift at the midlight hotel?? that’s right, it was baek hwayoung! it’s a wonder their job as a pool lifeguard isn’t in jeopardy. the 22 year old has been working at sunset galleria for six months, and is well known for their attentive nature. on bad days, they can be rather dramatic, though. when the mall is dead at night, they can usually be found helping herself to a treat at candycakes or icehaus, but don’t tell their boss!

background

born september 20, 2000 as a the second child of four. three brothers who were a pain to deal with, but she still loved them. they are mainly the reason behind her current personality. even though it was mainly in jest, thick skin was definitely needed to survive living with her brothers. roughhousing was included as well, and she has a number of faded scars from the numerous accidents from fights she got into with them.

her love for the ocean was present from a young age. she was always drawn to the sea and the sound of the waves. the ocean provided her with a sense of freedom and tranquility that she couldn't find anywhere else, especially in her household. learned how to swim from a young age and always loved spending her summers by any body of water.

did pretty mediocre in school. was never her strong suit since most of it bored her, but she knew that she'd have to make a living somehow so she at least tried a little bit. she had her high achieving little brother for her parents to focus on for academics. if she was going to go somewhere, it was likely going to be because of athletics.

speaking of water and swimming, she swam competitively for a long time, starting when she was 9, up until her last year of college. she was pretty good, if her medals counted for anything. so yes, she was good. she also worked part time as a lifeguard amongst other things as a teenager.

speaking of college, she had to chance to swim competitively for a college team abroad. her piss poor english that could barely get her though a conversation from before? majorly improved from being surrounded by native english speakers for four years. really was pushed to her full potential under a D1 program but quickly figured out this was not something she wanted to do for an actual living, so she made the choice to retire from competitive swimming when she graduated.

once she graduated, she went back home and promptly moved out of her childhood home with her older brother since he had an extra room and he did not find someone to take it. she started interning at places and working jobs in the meantime, preparing herself to actually be an adult. moved out into her own place a half a year later once she found a place suitable for herself.

turns out, being in the water for so long didn't mean it was going to be easy just giving it up all at once, so to ease the longing, she started giving swimming lessons to children during the summer. even got close enough to one or two families where she babysits the kids as well. somewhere down the line she finds herself working as a lifeguard again, but this time for midlight hotel.

described by locals as not very friendly/approachable, but is still annoyingly good at her job, even though she does test the boundaries sometimes. jokes on them, she's actually approachable she just doesn't like dealing with people who can't follow rules that were in place for their own safety. hwayoung has nothing to combat the unfriendly part, though.

fun facts

the cliche pretending to drown to get the lifeguard's attention? hwayoung hates it !! the amount of times it's happened to her just upsets her more (even if most of them were kids who thought she was pretty) she likes to think she can depict when someone's actually drowning, so in the instances where someone is obviously pretending and is old enough to know better, she makes a whole spectacle out of it hopefully to embarrass the other. so far her track record is perfect.

loves decorating her tote bags with different patches and keychains. patches are a little more permanent than her liking, so she prefers using keychains for personalization. she has a collection of cute keychains, which she switches out frequently to reflect her mood or style.

probably should've been fired ages ago with the way she'll close the pool "for maintenance" whenever she just didn't want to actually do her job. abuses her privileges occasionally and even uses it after it's closed. it's really a wonder how she's still employed, but maybe it's her charm? or the fact she's just really knowledgable that makes her a valuable lifeguard? who knows the truth

has enough money to not work a proper job for a while, but likes working to keep her busy. this lifeguard stint was supposed to only last like three months before moving on to the next thing, but she just loves the laidback atmosphere of the mall so she has stayed.

cares a little more about her looks than she did years ago. growing up with brothers had left her not caring, but her time overseas and being surrounded by other women had exposed her to a side of her that had been repressed. so, maybe she shows up a little dolled up or overdressed for a job that involves her potentially getting into water, but she doesn't care as long as she looks and feels good.

quick ideas for plots once again to compensate for not plots page rn

someone who can't swim, or can't swim that well. hwayoung gets secondhand embarrassment just watching your muse attempt to swim, and out of the kindess of her heart she offers to teach you (she expects some sort of payment)

someone who like to prank hwayoung while she's on duty... even though she briefly "scolds" them, the small upturn of the lips on her face reveals that she's amused. it's evident she's enjoying it with no plans to stop any future plans since your muse never really faces any actual repercussions.

icehaus/lapis roasters/candycakes regular! half of her paycheck probably goes back to the mall with the way she's constantly buying stuff from those establishments. she'd be 10x more nicer to the workers here bc they provide her with the one thing that brings her joy. potential friendships blooming that way? or maybe someone concerned with her daily sugar intake?

people who don't like her. she sometimes can be a little... rough around the edges? sometimes. often her words can be misunderstood and she is very aware of that and does nothing about it. if you misunderstand she's not going to make the extra effort ot make herself clear.

someone who can teach her something new. she loves learning new things... as long as it isn't educational. maybe she'll teach you something she learned in exchange?

unrequited crushes, flings, one night stands, broken hearts,,, give me something messy bc i <3 messy/angst/slowburn.

friends. yes she can be a little hard to get to know sometimes but that doesn't mean she's not fun to hang out with!! if you just look past her words and just vibe, she can 75% guarantee that she'll make spending time with her worth your time. although, she might honestly be a bad influence these days.

[gabapentinblues]

journal update 3.10.2025 huge ed tw

i still feel like absolute shit from being sick >_< drowning in kleenex and cough drops and tea and ibuprofen. ugh. makes it really hard to want to take care of myself at all. like its so hard when you just wake up feeling like garbage.

so yeah that sucks. had my coffee. just laying around. drinking tea now. the sun is out and it seems like it could actually be nice out but idk what im going to do w that besides be aware of it and sit in my bed anyway. my head hurts so bad.

i have my first therapy session tomorrow and im really not sure what to expect. idk if i should do anything to "prepare" for it... im glad i'll finally have someone to talk to.

i had a complete breakdown yesterday bc idek why. my mood was just really low and then i decided to sh and i noticed that i got blood on my mattress somehow and i felt so dumb. i was like this is all so stupid, hiding bloody tissues, i feel like a little kid. and people are going to see my scars this summer, especially at this rate if i keep making new ones, its already march.

so yeah i had a full on spiral freak out about that while i was home alone yesterday and i was able to text my fp. at first i thought she wasnt going to be able to answer but we talked and that helped some. its just so hard for me to be patient w myself. i was still feeling so down and just wanting to seek comfort so i binge ate. i really need to get over that.

binge eating basically restarted the spiral and i talked to my friends some more about how hopeless i feel. they were comforting and supportive and said im doing better than i think but its hard for me to believe that honestly. i feel like a fat loser. they tell me im not a loser, and im sure theyd tell me im not fat if i ever dared to speak that out loud.

i just dont like my body, i dont like my curves, i dont like my boobs, i dont like how tightly my clothes fit, i dont want this body. it makes sick and frustrated and for some reason i feel powerless to change it right now even though ive lost weight before.

i need to remember back to how it was before. i was really deep in my self hatred and i felt like there was nothing else i could do. i just starved and starved and didnt even feel like it was going to do anything until one day i noticed it was doing something and then i was hooked.

its so hard for me to watch what im eating right now. my sister cooks for everyone and i just feel like i have no control over what i eat beyond just the amount. that makes it really hard. i justwant to count calories and know that im in a deficit.

like i know i have to eat, i just need to detach myself from it. like i have to eat in the morning to take my meds. the mornings are easy, just coffee, water and a banana. i'll always make sure i have kombucha and hydration multiplies and sparking water and diet coke to feel like im having something as a "snack". i found these instant noodles that i really like that are like 470 calories, then a banana is 100, so if i wanted to high restrict that like half my calories for the day, then if i just eat a small portion of whatever is for dinner i'll be fine. most likely. definitely better.

i need to just have some lunches on lock that i know the calories of and i dont have to think about. like noodles, maybe tuna salad on toast, regular salad, freezer meals i know the calories of... basically if i always have a banana for breakfast and always know the calories of my lunch i'll be okay. then i can kind of have a small portion of whatever for dinner.

i used to have all these other small rules that i want to pick back up. like always start eating last and finish last. take long pauses in the middle of eating. never ever let yourself be distracted by anything while eating, i.e. no mindless eating, eating while watching something, while having a conversation, while multitasking, always stop and completely focus. never have a second helping. count the amount of times you chew, try to chew each bite 15-20 times. anything like chips and dip or other snack kinds of food, youre allowed 5 bites and done. this is why you want to really appreciate and be aware of what youre eating. always picture your food breaking down and becoming part of your cells, you dont want gross food in your body. this always helped me avoid junk food. if youre alone just dont eat. i have a huge problem w binge eating in private so i have to make it that i only eat when other people are around, never alone. drink so much water. really try to come up with ways to distract and redirect yourself when craving food, getting up and moving is always really good. never snack, if you do end up snacking, five bite rule. avoid desert, only small amounts of sweets and not every day. you have to be able to go whole days without sugar and see how good it feels. i will need to be strict w this again to get started. skip meals whenever possible. also never be in a hurry to eat, always put it off if you can and never bring up food or feeling hungry.

i also really do want to start going to the gym again. i know it would help my mood too. it feels kind of far off still that i'll actually start going, i feel like too much of a depressed mess. also need to be super mindful around alcohol and just opt to avoid it usually, it doesnt really make you feel better and its just more calories.

ugh these are all my stupid rules i need to start following again. also weighing myself basically every day. i weighed myself last monday and im scared to do it today. i need to get my rules in place first and start feeling different.

i know i can do it. i'll keep holding myself accountable here.

i also want to make sure im taking care of my hygiene. wash my face and do my skincare twice a day, brush my teeth at least twice a day. change my clothes every day. make my bed and change my pillowcase everyday. also stretch, meditate, and really check in w myself beyond sitting in front of my laptop or hunching over a notebook. maybe start trying to take a walk everyday after dinner now that its light out later.

so ive got my food rules and my personal care rules that i want to stick to. hopefully my food rules of occupying myself w other things make me more productive and engaged w hobbies and stuff.

im just going to really try to work on this and identify the areas where im struggling and why and really try to troubleshoot and problem solve them and get myself consistent again. i really am in that nightmare place of wow ive lost this weight before, how do i do it again.

so yeah its kind of a real fresh start, clean slate. spring is finally really here w the time change and i can change my habits for the better.

everyone is telling me to create a space where i can heal and give myself what i need and it just feels impossible. a month ago my therapist was like, really make your room your own space that you feel good in, and its still just a mess of unpacked boxes. i want to do better.

everyone tells me time and patience and it just makes me want to cry. i feel useless. i dont know how im supposed to wait myself patiently to a better life. i dont think im going to just magically start feeling better and being able to do more. i dont know what it will take.

i want to get ready for my therapy appointment tomorrow by just reflecting on my situation and being prepared to talk about things. i might see my fp tomorrow. im either going to the city to see friends or helping my fp drive around to different stores to transfer jobs.

my sister also asked me if i wanted to take a trip out of town for the weekend coming up and i think i might do that, seems like it could be good.

idk i just want to change for the better, im tired of feeling so stuck and powerless and depressed.

if i see my fp tomorrow i might confess my crush if it feels like the right thing to do. we'll see.

[wreckitremy]

This is fascinating and confusing bc I still can't tell the difference. I've lived in kansas my whole life and can't navigate for shit, but im not sure we have all of these kinds of roads listed. (Until this post, i would have assumed a freeway was something outside of america) But then again, we only have like 2 or 3 places that are big enough to be considered even large towns, and I'm scared to drive in them.

Where I grew up, there was The Highway, and then there was Old Highway 50

The highway was the way you went for normal things. Its the one thats maintained. It's the one with four lanes. It's the one you take to go anywhere big enough to have a mall.

Old Highway 50 ran on the opposite side of our large village, and was two lanes. Technically the speed was 20 mph slower than The Highway, but cops never went down it, so if you were in a hurry to one of the other large villages, it's the one you take. The only downside during the day was combines and turkey vultures. You have to slow down to a crawl for both.

(We call them towns, but none of them were over 1k population, so technically they don't even count as towns)

I worked in another large village so I constantly used Old Highway 50.

It was dangerous at night during rut season, the season when deer are in heat. On The Highway, your high beams make a big difference at scaring away animals. Animals know not to cross it. On Old Highway 50, the animals often forget to watch for cars, bc there are so few of them. Mix in hormones and it's a recipe for disaster. Your high beams only grant you a few extra seconds to slam on the breaks.

A doe may cross first, with noticeable caution. You may slow down a little, and then once she crosses you may think you can speed up again.

And that could very easily be a big mistake.

Most often when a doe crosses the road during rut season, it's bc she's fleeing a buck. And the buck is certainly not as cautious, thanks to hormones.

In a story, it's a great twist for city folk, a reason someone gets stranded in the middle of nowhere. Here in reality, it could mean a totaled car. And if you hit something worse than a deer, it can easily turn into something that looks like a cryptid story.

I've never had an accident with a deer, but I've heard plenty of stories. Hitting an animal with a car is almost a rite of passage like seeing a tornado is, out here. And that animal is usually a deer during rut season.

I was not so lucky. If you find a cryptid story that matches this description, do let know.

It was dusk and I was on my way home. I had my highbeams on, careful to watch for deer as I always did. It wasn't enough.

A blur came barreling across the road, slammed into the front of my car before I even got a good look at it. It felt like it was going at least 40 mph. It hit the car way harder than it should have for its size.

I was 17 and all alone in the middle of nowhere, at least a dozen miles from either village. In the dark, my mind raced with ideas of what I could have hit.

It looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, and way faster than deer. As fast as a bird, but I didn't see any wings. It ran like a cat, but I had never seen a wild cat in all my life. We don't really get them out here. Occasionally we hear coyotes, but the face shape area of the blur i briefly saw, was wrong. There was definitely no snout.

There was no sound. I wondered if I killed it. I wondered if it was bleeding out and broken in front of my car. I wondered if it would come around the car and seek revenge for crossing its path.

I wondered in silence, hearing nothing.

I stayed in my car until help arrived in the form of my poor tired step-dad. He was convinced I had been on my phone. Because how else could my car be THIS messed up.

The headlights on one side were completely shattered, and the bumper fell off.

But the thing I hit? Or rather, hit me?

It was nowhere to be found. Not even a speck of blood. We looked at the ditches and still nothing.

Everyone I tell this story to, insists it was a bobcat, bc they are sturdy, and can often run off after being hit. Logically it makes sense.

But in the 2 years I drove on Old Highway 50, I never saw anything like it before, or ever again.

Writing fanfic as a non-US citizen like

[afklancelot]

For the ask game, all of them!

damn anon you're really putting me out there

well alright then :)

orchid- video game music counts, right? anyways Fanged Fastener from paper mario origami king is perfect. to me.

cactus- currently i'm learning about what would make a good gaming laptop, if that counts. i actually was trying to get into python coding a few months ago, but that's postponed until i get motivation to go back.

bamboo- usually when i get home i change into loungewear: a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

abelia- i don't take to wearing jewelry unless you count my earrings, which i think came from Claires actually??? anyways, i don't really take them off because i never really felt like it.

daffodil- i got one older sister. it would take too long to list how many differences i have from them, so i'll note one similarity: we both wear glasses.

mahonia- strangely enough, impending exam deadlines. turns out trying to study for a big test is great motivation for writing creative pieces. yes i know this is procrastination.

chia- i've got quite a few inside jokes with my splatoon buddies that barely make sense in context, but here's one with a separate online friend of mine: whenever we say our goodbyes we end out messages with an emoji rat. one time i even stopped myself from going to bed because i forgot to give her my goodbye rat.

sage- probably music is the most touching. i was in band from middle school to second year of high school, including marching band in hs, so that might be why i have a greater appreciation for music in comparison to other arts.

edelweiss- ok so back when lostbelt 6 released in japan, they used fairy knight for the fae servants before their true names were revealed. having 'afklancelot' can mean three things: either "a fairy knight lancelot", "away fron keyboard lancelot", or "a fucking knight lancelot." prolly the most creative effort i had in coming up with a url. as for why lancelot, well she's my favorite out of the cast in lb6, and her scribbly face is so goofy so

camellia- i was apparently really antisocial when i was young, even as a baby. my mom once told me that i was fairly content to be by myself on the mattress and would actually start crying if i were picked up. i'm still pretty antisocial irl, but online i can actually be pretty bold in saying what i feel like, rarely with filter.

jasmine- i really liked The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell, it was one of the few horror books that really captured my focus. will not be rereading though because 1) i don't have the physical copy and i have a habit of not rereading ebooks after the first full read and 2) the ending was fitting but made me a bit depressed, i felt really bad for the main character and her helplessness.

ivy- usually when someone talks to me and i answer in short terse answers it means i want to stop talking to them (tho sometimes it's because i don't have much to say). when i answer with stumbled words and a fast way of speaking, it's usually because im trying really hard to piece together what i want to say. same goes for messaging online: i tend to reply quickly to online conversations without much thinking since im excited to be included in discussions. usually when im feeling angry, annoyed, or upset, i tend to sigh dramatically.

chamomile- stuffed animals. preferably those with rounded body types, as they usually feel floofy and are comfy to lie down on/hug.

aloe vera- it's tied between 'flipping an egg on a frying pan' and 'climbing a tree'. idk this is a hard one.

palm tree- lutherrrrr from The Familiar :3 he's such an asshole who does asshole things throughout the story but he's so entertaining with surprising depth if you pay attention. one of the few characters where i'm torn between "i want to see him get a redemption arc and live on to change for the better" and "i want to see this man actively get worse and die from his hubris". so yeah.

nutmeg- aside from my bed, which has fish-themed bedding and has a lot of stuffed animals piled on top, my room's actually pretty neat from most clutter. i usually hang out in a separate room, which is neat in most places, but the only way i can describe the couch i mostly reside on is "messy as fuck".

papyrus- ive recently been listening to a few lord huron songs lately. in particular, Vide Noir and Long Lost ive been listening to on repeat, the former moreso.

taro- well, it depends on the person. if they're not into video games at much/at all, i usually just say general stuff on how i'm doing, maybe talk about books if they're also interested in reading. if they ARE into video games, i may tell them about the various games ive been playing, maybe including the antics ive been gettin into.

[blackholelynn]

I DO NOT KNOW IF YOU TAKE REQUEST BUT I SAW UR WRITING FOR TWILIGHT AND IM BEGGING YOU, CAN YOU DO LIKE THE READER GETS DRUNK N EDWARD HAS TO TAKE CARE OF THEM OR SOMETHING !! I LOVEE YOUR WRITING BTW

Princess Carriage

Summary: You have a few too many drinks while out with Angela and Jessica, leaving Edward to be the one to take care of you while you sober up.

Pairings: Edward Cullen x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I ended up getting caught up in some stuff irl which meant I couldn't finish the Twilight Appreciation Week event that I was hoping to keep doing, but I will take any excuse to write more for Twilight! And I am finding myself loving writing for Edward!! So I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥰

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Bass boomed around you, filling your chest with a dull thrum at every beat. The lights above you pulsated with different colors. Your arms felt sticky with a mix of sweat and whatever had spilled on the bar earlier in the night. The small glass pinched between your fingers held a pink liquid that you didn’t remember the name of, but it tasted like sweet berries and nothing like alcohol. That might have been why you had drunk three or four in the last hour without a second thought.

The sound of garbled speech hit your ears, and you turned in bewilderment to Jessica, standing beside you with a large grin. “What?!” You had to scream to be heard over the music.

“I said!” she started, grabbing your glass out of your hand. “I think you’ve had enough.”

A childish pout formed on your lips as you reached for the glass, but no matter how many times you thought you had grabbed it, you must have missed it by an inch. “Please! I paid for that!”

“Actually, a guy paid for it before getting shot down so hard I thought he might cry.”

“I’m taken, but that doesn’t mean I won’t accept a free drink.”

Jessica tried to stifle her giggle to remain stern but failed. “Okay, I’m just as guilty. But seriously.” She regained her disciplined facade as she put the drink back down on the bar and hooked her arm with yours. “I think it’s time to get some bad food and call it a night.”

You hadn’t realized how drunk you were until the mention of food made your stomach do a backflip, and you shook your head adamantly. “Maybe we just go home.”

“Yeah, I think that’s for the best. Let’s go get Ange and blow this place.”

You followed closely on Jessica’s very high heels, making sure to keep a hold of her. The staggering amount of people you had to walk through hadn’t fazed you before, but now that your head was spinning, it felt like walking through a fun house.

When you reached Angela, your head was swimming so much that you couldn’t concentrate on what your two friends were saying to each other. You only registered Angela’s relief at the prospect of leaving, and then you were all bee-lining it to the exit.

Once you got outside, the cool air quelled the nausea that started crawling up your throat. Angela and Jessica helped you into the passenger seat, and it was obvious to them how awful you were feeling. Jessica got in the back seat behind you and put her hands on your shoulders.

When Angela started the car, she quickly glanced in your direction. “Are you feeling alright?”

You silently shook your head, groaning a bit when the motion caused your nausea to come back. A rustling noise came from the backseat before Jessica handed you a plastic bag.

“Always prepared,” Angela quipped with a sheepish smile.

You leaned your head back against the headrest as the car started moving. “Thank god for that.”

Angela dropped Jessica off first, considering her house was the closest of the two. However, when she started turning around in the driveway, you realized that you shouldn’t go back to your house like this. You were sure that your house would be in an uproar if you arrived home close to being blackout drunk, and in the spur of the moment, you made an alternative decision.

“Ange,” you started, still hesitant about the choice. “Do you mind driving me to Edward’s place?”

She stopped mid-turn, raising an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure? I don’t know…”

“I don’t want to go home like this.” Seeing she was still not convinced, you added, “And I know he wouldn’t do anything. I’ll even call him to make sure it’s alright.”

She took some time to contemplate before she relented and nodded. You pulled out your phone and called Edward, already having him on your speed dial. It only rang once before he picked up.

“Is something wrong?” His voice seemed erratic, and you could only imagine what was running through his head. You had never once called him at this hour of the night.

“No,” you assured him, “I just wanted to know if it was alright if Ange drove me to your house. We were…out. I don’t want to go home.”

The silence signaled that he had the whole situation figured out. It wouldn’t be hard, considering your slurred speech. His lack of response started to create dread within you. Was he upset? How could he be upset with you for having fun?

“Do you need me to get anything for you? How are you feeling?” But he wasn’t upset. His voice was tender and soft as he asked.

You let out a small sigh of relief. “No, you don’t need to get anything. I’ll feel better when I see you. Ange is driving me there now.”

“I’ll meet you both at the end of the driveway and drive you the rest of the way.”

“That’s probably for the best.” You were about to hang up before you tacked on, “Thank you for this. I love you.”

He let out a light-hearted chuckle on the other end. “Anytime. I love you too.”

Your head felt airy when you hung up your phone, holding it to your chest with a dopey grin. The car started moving again, slowly inching towards the road.

Finally, Angela spoke up. “I’m taking it I can drive you over there?”

“Yeah, he’ll meet us at the end of the driveway. Oh, take a left here.”

Angela heeded your directions, and you couldn’t miss the smile on her face. “I’m glad you have him. You practically light up just by talking to him on the phone.”

You sheepishly put your hands up to obscure your face. You were sure you still looked like someone in an ad for a dating app with how wide your grin was. It wasn’t anything that could be helped, though. Edward always had that effect on you.

You continued to give directions (the best you could, considering how drunk you were), and after only a few wrong turns, you managed to pull up to the Cullens’ driveway, where Edward’s silver Volvo sat waiting for you like a carriage. He wasted no time coming to your door and helping you out into the cold night, thanking Angela profusely.

“Just make sure she’s sober enough for our brunch tomorrow, or Jessica will kill me,” Angela pleaded through her open window.

You gave her a weak thumbs up with the arm that wasn’t clutching Edward’s middle for dear life. With that, she seemed assured enough to drive back onto the road and into the night.

Lowering yourself into the Volvo, you looked at Edward with a smile, “You’re my knight in shining armor.”

“I would give that honor to Angela since she got you here safely, but I’ll settle for being your prince,” he answered cheekily. He kissed the tip of your nose as he leaned over to buckle your seatbelt.

You snorted and swatted him on the shoulder. “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself. You’re making me want to take back all the nice things I was going to say about you.”

“I could drive you home inste–”

“No! Nope, you’re absolutely the best anyone could ask for. Just get in here and drive so I can sleep.”

He laughed and got into the driver’s side of the car. The short ride back up to the Cullens’ house was long enough that you started to nod off, so when the car stopped, you didn’t even want to get up.

Edward opened the door for you, and he effortlessly scooped you into his arms when he saw your drowsiness. “You’re acting like a cranky child. You know that, right?”

“Mmm,” you muttered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t care.”

“I don’t even want to imagine your headache tomorrow morning.”

At this point, his amused words fell on mostly deaf ears as you fell deeper asleep in his arms. You didn’t even register how fast he had you into bed, with mere seconds passing before you were safely tucked away under the covers.

He was just about to leave to get you a glass of water when you clutched his shirt sleeve. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t be long. I promise.”

“You better,” you mumbled, reluctantly letting go. It was always interesting that he would let you hold him still, and he didn’t just break free from your grasp. He could do it easily enough no matter how hard you held on, but nevertheless, he would always stay until you let go.

Edward was only gone for the time it took you to blink, and he was back in the room, setting down the glass of water and a bottle of over-the-counter pain medication on the nightstand beside you. “I always keep my promises.”

“Yeah, just shut up and cuddle.” You pulled your arms out from under the comforter to make grabby hands at him. You were sure you looked ridiculous, but you couldn’t be bothered at that moment. Honestly, it was a miracle you were still awake and coherent.

He didn’t protest or say anything else, aside from laughing a bit, and crawled into the bed beside you. He made sure to lay above the comforter in the hopes that it would keep him from making you too cold throughout the night. You draped your arm over his middle and latched onto him before immediately falling asleep.

And he was right. Your headache the following day was truly awful. It had to have been the headache from hell because you could hear everything as soon as you woke up. And all that noise hurt worse than anything you’d felt in a long time.

He noticed as soon as you stirred in your sleep, noting the scrunched up expression on your face. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Headache,” you rasped out. You didn’t realize how dry your mouth was until you tried to talk. Before you could ask, Edward handed you the glass of water he had prepared the night before. The cool liquid soothed your throat instantly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And here, take some of these.” He gently laid two pills into your hand. “Those should help with the headache.”

You quickly took them, grimacing once they were down. “I don’t think I want to get out of bed at all.” You reached across him to set the glass back on the nightstand before deciding that you’d like to stay like that, so you laid across him lazily. “Everything hurts.”

“Too much alcohol will do that,” he teased, rubbing your temples with his cold fingers. The relief was instant, and he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face after your hum of approval. “You do remember that you have brunch with Angela and Jessica?”

You groaned and turned over onto your back, turning your face towards him. “I don’t want to go. Jessica’s the one that dragged me out last night.”

“I don’t think it’s fair to blame her for how drunk you got.”

You frowned but conceded, “No…it’s not. But I still don’t want to go.”

“Angela was adamant about me getting you to that brunch.” When he still hadn’t convinced you, he added, “I can drive you there.”

“In the Volvo?”

“Yes, in the Volvo.”

You playfully pretended to think about it. “Hmm…so you’re telling me I get to spend extra time with you and show up in an expensive car? I don’t know…”

“Come on,” he chuckled, picking you up as he escaped from the warm confines of the bed. You giggled as his cold hands held your waist, and he set you down in front of the dresser that had some of your clothes in it. “Get dressed, so I don’t have those two angry with me.”

You laughed even harder at that statement. “You’re afraid of Angela and Jessica? You?”

“Yes,” he answered with finality. “They’re intimidating.”

You both were now laughing before Edward finally calmed down enough to leave the room, allowing you to change. You opened a drawer of the dresser, your drawer, and picked out the outfit you wanted to wear for the day. Your whole body still felt like you’d gotten hit by a truck, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Even when you overdid it, Edward was always right there by your side. Through thick or thin, he was there. How had you gotten so lucky?

The honk of the Volvo’s honk snapped you out of your daze, and you looked out the window to see Edward leaning against the car. When he saw you through the window, he motioned towards the car as though it were a carriage. You rolled your eyes and made your way downstairs, endlessly happy. Edward truly was your prince, although getting you to admit it to him would take a bit more work.

[harringtown]

sung between the flesh and hope

im so sorry for the wait on this anon, but pls enjoy some ‘eddie doesn't think he deserves happiness and must be proven wrong’ fluff!!!!

requested by anonymous

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie dares the reader to flirt with some guy at a party & reader finds him sulking about it later (aka a head over heels eddie, a sprinkle of angst, crappy beer, and love confessions)

word count: 2k

warnings: alcohol mention and cursing

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Considering how many shitty parties Eddie has been to, one would think he goes because he enjoys it. But Eddie hasn't met a single high school party he didn’t end up regretting. Tonight is no exception.

He squeezes his empty beer can with a fist and ignores the bite of aluminum against his palm. Sitting beside him on the porch swing is a half empty can where you were, just a few minutes ago, before Eddie opened his big stupid mouth.

He’s done a lot of stupid shit in his day, but this sets a new record. Bring in the record keepers, because Eddie Munson has managed, yet again, to dig himself even deeper into a hole.

He blames it partly on the shitty beer, partly on his own cowardice, and partly on you.

Which isn’t fair, and he knows it. But when he dares you to go talk to one of the soccer boys that’s been eyeballing you all night, and you take the challenge, sauntering away, laying the blame in your hands is easier.

If he weren’t so damn self-obsessed, he might notice the hurt twist to your expression or the almost defeated hunch to your shoulders as you get off the rusty porch swing and head for the crowded deck. But he doesn’t.

So, he forces himself off the swing and into the house to get another beer, forcing his eyes forward so he doesn’t have to see you as he passes.

He’s not sure what he expected. Maybe he’d dare you to chat up some jock, and you’d interrupt him to confess your undying affections. Maybe what he feels isn’t an isolated occurrence.

But this isn’t some fairy tale, and Eddie doesn’t get happy endings. That fact has never stopped him from wanting them, unfortunately.

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When the outside throng pushes inside after the unofficial end of the beer pong tournament, and Eddie catches a glimpse of your profile, alongside that damn soccer boy, he places his metaphorical tail between his legs and slinks back outside. Someone shut out the main lights, leaving only a soft yellow bulb near the door that doesn’t illuminate much.

Indiana nights always have a bite, but Eddie has never minded.

Before he moved in with his uncle, and the evenings at home were battlegrounds, Eddie would slip up onto the trailer roof and let the cold wrap him up like protective gear. He liked to imagine it crystallizing over his skin like armor.

He does the same thing now. Lets the cold seep through his skin, down to his bones, and with each passing second, he tries to convince himself that he doesn’t care what you do. Who you do it with.

Eddie may be a good liar, but he’s never been able to lie to himself.

Because the truth is that he loves you, and he has for a long time. Because he’s under no illusions about his own goodness. Because you deserve better, and he wants you to be happy, even if it isn’t with him. Because, because, because.

Eddie doesn’t realize a tear has fallen until it’s halfway down his cheek. He swipes it away angrily, digging his boots into the dirt and pushing back the porch swing. He lifts his feet and lets it rock, pretending the swing is carrying him away from Hawkins.

“There you are,” a familiar voice calls, footsteps creaking along the dim porch as you ease your way down the rotting steps and into the grass. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You lower down onto the swing next to him, body heat pulsing against his skin, and Eddie isn’t sure if he’s just drunk, or if you always smell this good.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asks. “Because I sure as hell wasn’t in Todd Becker’s mouth.”

You recoil as if he’s slapped you. Shame cracks like a whip in Eddie’s gut.

“What the hell is your problem?” You ask.

Eddie stops the swing’s rocking with a hard stomp to the deck, and he leans back in his seat, letting his gaze drift toward. “I don’t have a problem.”

You scoff, twisting halfway toward him and drawing a leg up onto the seat. “Really? Because it looks like you’re sitting out here, sulking, while everyone else has fun.”

“Oh, am I boring you?” Eddie asks. “Go on, then. I’m sure Becker’s missing you.”

“Screw you,” you say. “Besides, you’re the one who told me to go talk to him. You don’t get to—to—” You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “—shame me.” You push to your feet. “I know that things have been hard after everything that happened in March. But I can’t help if you keep shutting me out.” You turn to walk away, and panic lights Eddie up like a circuit board.

He jumps up after you.

“Wait—” Eddie touches your arm. “Just wait.” You yank it away, and he jerks back, but instead of continuing to storm off, you turn to face him. You fold your arms tight over your chest like you’re erecting some forcefield between you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean that. You know I didn’t mean that. I just—” He jams his hands into his pockets. “I was an asshole. I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me—” His throat closes up, and traitorous tears brim in his eyes, but he doesn’t let them fall.  

You frown. For a second, Eddie thinks you’re going to walk away, but instead, you let out a breath. The plume of white hangs over your face, and you don’t move until it disappears. Then you wrap your arms around him. And Eddie is so shocked he doesn’t know what to do.

Eventually, though, his brain turns back on, and he slips his arms around your waist. He buries his face in your hair and tightens his grip, and he notices, vaguely, how well you fit together. Like puzzle pieces.

Eddie isn’t sure how long you stay that way, holding each other in the dark, but if he could, he’d stay there forever.

When you do pull yourself out of his arms, you return to your seat on the porch swing. The invitation to join is unspoken.

Eddie’s legs don’t feel like his own as he drags them a few feet across the grass and sits down beside you.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” you ask. He can feel your gaze on the side of his face, but he’s not brave enough to meet it. “I swear to God, sometimes, I look over at you, and you’re a thousand miles away. The second you start to open up, you just… snap shut like one of those—” You open and close one hand, fingers outstretched. “Those funky plants. You know the ones”

“Venus fly trap?” Eddie asks.

“Yes,” you say. “You, Eddie Munson, are a Venus Fly Trap.” You lean back in the swing, and it rocks slightly. Eddie sits back, too.

“Why did you do it?” you ask eventually.

“Do what?”

“You know what,” you say, and Eddie does. Of course, he does. “Todd Becker.”

Eddie exhales. He shrugs his shoulders. “I can give you about a hundred reasons, sweetheart, but none of ‘em are any good.” It’s a half truth. He’s good at those.

You open your mouth and abruptly close it, like you’re changing gears.

“You can keep trying to push me away, but I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. You may piss me off sometimes, but I’d never—” You stop. Place your hand on top of his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie chews on his words, trying to string together something that actually makes sense. In the end, though, it isn’t him that speaks first, but you.

“The only reason I went over there was to… spite you,” you say. “I figured, you clearly don’t give a shit, so I might as well go for the bird brained jock, because at least he has the balls to admit what he wants.”

“What, and I don’t?” Eddie asks.

“No, you don’t,” you snap. Soften. Shake your head.

Eddie’s lips form the beginning of a protest, but before it’s out, you say, “Go ahead. Tell me. No more bullshit. What do you want, Eddie?”

What does he want? One thing. Only ever one thing, and it’s right in front of him, and if he could just reach out and take it, his world might change.

Eddie opens his mouth. The words are there, right on his tongue, just waiting for him to push them out, but he can’t. That voice in the back of his head, the one that tells him he doesn’t deserve it, is louder. It’s always louder.

He closes his mouth and looks away.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” You remove your hand from his, and a bone deep cold settles there in its absence. “You’re a good person, Eddie Munson, and I know that not a lot of people took the time to tell you that, but you are. And you can’t even see it.” You laugh, but there is no humor in it. It makes Eddie suppress a shiver. “You've got yourself so convinced that nobody could love you, you don’t even see that I—” You stop. “I just wish you could see it.”

Eddie feels like a live wire, buzzing with nerves. He fumbles with his tongue and loses. He’s perfected his false confidence after all these years, but then you come around, and it all falls away.

“Me too,” is what he ends up going with, which isn’t really a response at all, and he’s kicking himself for it before it’s all the way out of his mouth.  

You tear your gaze away. “I know you think that you’re hard to love. But for what it’s worth, loving you is actually the easiest goddamn thing in the world.” Your shoulders sink. “I would know.”

It’s the last thing he truly expected to come out of your mouth, and it strips all of Eddie’s defenses away. He knows he’s probably looking at you like a deer-in-headlights.

“And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but—”

“No,” Eddie says, which isn’t what he intends to say, but his brain is working three times faster than his mouth.

Your brows furrow.

“I do,” he says. “I like you.” He swallows. “No. Screw that. I don’t like you. I love you, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t—”

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“I know.”

“You know?”

You laugh, and say, “Of course I do. I’ve just been waiting for you to admit it.”

Eddie gapes at you. “You—that’s—“ He stammers, entirely ungraceful, but he can’t form words, or coherent thoughts, really.

“You know what to do next, right?”

“I…” Eddie frowns.

“Now, you kiss me.”

Eddie smiles. “I think I can handle that.”

And he can, so he does. And he’s terrified, terrified because this is real, because that makes it dangerous, but then your lips part against his, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, and for a second, all that fear disappears. He’s just kissing you, like he’s wanted to for years.

You give his hair a light tug, and a low noise rises from the back of Eddie’s throat, which he considers feeling embarrassed about, but it seems to please you, and you grip him by the shirt and draw him closer.

When you finally pull away, Eddie dips his forehead against yours, the only spot of warmth in the cold.

“So,” Eddie hums. “You’re saying you’re not into Todd Becker?”

You snort a laugh, and duck your chin against his shoulder, fingers curled around the hem of his tee.

“Shut up,” you say. Eddie shifts back, taking your face in his hands.

“Is that a dare?” he asks, cocking a brow.

“Because that went so well for you last time?”

“Nice try, love, but you already played your cards.” Eddie sits back, slipping an arm around your shoulder, drawing you into his side. “According to you, you love it.” Love me, he thinks, but he can’t say it, not yet.

“I do,” you say. And he believes you. And for right now, that’s good enough for him.

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[tteokdoroki]

— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

[honeycombstrawberry]

hi!! i looove protective adrian, can i request one where reader goes to adrian for help after killing someone for the first time accidentally?

on my shoulders

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: e+ (graphic violence)

word count: 4,460

one-sentence synopsis: someone's broken into your home that's looking for vigilante, and they're not planning to leave any witnesses behind.

author's note: okay i don't often give warnings but please please please heed this warning: please read the tags/warnings on this one!! there is a description of an intruder entering your home, as well as an attack on you, and a murder in self-defense. if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this. basically: dead dove, do not eat (but in like. a canon-typical-ish sort of way). there is violence!! please read at your own risk!! take care of yourselves when dealing with heavy topics!! this is just a fic!!

You woke up out of a dead sleep, but you’re not sure what woke you up, at first. Your mind is a confused blur, attempting to process, but you don’t understand, not right away.

Then, you hear what must be the second noise— if there haven’t been even more than that before it. There’s a scratching, shuffling sound, like something being moved or dragged across the floor outside your bedroom door.

You’re instantly on high alert. You don’t have any pets outside your bedroom that could be making a noise like that. It sounds too heavy, too deliberate. It sounds like the noises a human would make if they were trying to be quiet.

Your first thought is that Adrian is trying to sneak in. You reach out for your phone, picking it up to check the time. You frown; it’s not even midnight yet. You’ve only just fallen asleep. If Adrian were coming, he wouldn’t be here yet; his shift doesn’t end until the restaurant closes at 1:00, and he was planning to do a couple patrols around Evergreen before coming to your place to crash.

His shift shouldn’t even be over yet. You send him a message: you here already?

There’s only a few moments before he checks the text and you see it’s been read. Even though he’s not supposed to take his phone at work, he does it constantly anyways, which— As long as he doesn’t get fired for it, you love it, because it means you get to text each other all the time.

Now, Adrian replies quickly: no i’m still stopping myself from poisoning half the spaghetti in the kitchen 🍝 ☠️ 👩‍🍳 ☣️

Only a split moment passes before he sends a second text: wait why????? 🧜‍♂️

i thought i heard you, you send back. The fact that it isn’t him has your hands sweating, because you know it’s somebody.

what do u hear??????, Adrian texts again. A split second passes before he sends: im on my way hide get ur knife right now

it’s probably nothing, you send back, but you do as he says anyways, pulling the knife he gave you when you first got together out from beneath your mattress. Holding it makes you feel a little bit more secure, if nothing else. You jump up and lock the bedroom door, then, and back yourself up to the corner, ducking down to hide behind the dresser.

doesn’t matter already coming, Adrian replies. You feel like you should argue more, because it’s probably going to be nothing, but then your doorknob suddenly rattles.

You suck in a sharp breath. The person, whoever they are, finds the door locked, and starts twisting the doorknob, pushing in, testing the strength of the lock.

You text hurriedly to Adrian, someone is trying to get into my room, just as the rattling stops.

You hold your breath, listening. In your hands, you see that you get another message from Adrian. This one reads, can u tell who it is????

You start to tell him that you’re not sure when the screen lights up with a picture of the two of you. He’s calling you. You look up at the door nervously, then swipe to answer the call, tucking the phone close to your ear.

“Adrian?” you whisper, your voice as soft as you can get it.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks. The rattling starts up again, rougher this time, and you make a small, terrified noise.

“Someone’s at the door,” you whisper to him. “They’re shaking it, they’re trying to get in. What do I do?”

“I’m coming,” Adrian tells you. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit— I’m coming, okay, I’m on my way, I’m in my car, I’m driving, I swear— Fuck— Are you h—”

His voice disappears when there’s suddenly a huge crash, your bedroom door exploding inward as the intruder kicks it in. You almost drop your phone, but you clutch it close. It’s held tight in one hand while the knife is in the other, and you hold the blade out, pressing yourself flat to the wall.

“What the fuck was that?” Adrian’s voice demands through the phone, and you turn the volume down in a panic, terrified that they’ll hear him. You shove the phone in your pajama pants pocket, trembling as you grip the knife in both of your hands. You realize belatedly that Adrian must still be on the line, but you don’t want to pull the phone back out to hang it up and risk the light being seen, giving away your location in the dark room.

There’s the creak of a single heavy footstep. You hold your breath, tears burning in your eyes. Your chest is heaving, terror clawing up your throat. You just keep reminding yourself that Adrian is on his way. He’ll know what to do, he’ll get here in time.

“Hello?” a voice asks from inside the room. You don’t recognize it, and you force your eyes to stay open, even though they’re burning in the darkness. There’s a small crackle of sound that almost sounds like a speaker or a walkie-talkie getting feedback. You can’t make out whatever it is, but then there’s a click and the voice in the room says, “I’m looking. It doesn’t look like Vigilante’s here, but there’s a car out front, so somebody’s—”

The voice cuts off. Your heart jumps up into the back of your mouth, and you try not to breathe or move at all, remaining as still as you can.

There’s a small creak, and then another. You know they’re getting closer, and you have to hold your breath against the terrified noises that are fighting to leave your throat, holding the knife tight in your hands. You tilt your head up, trying to look in the darkness, waiting.

There’s another creak. You feel like it’s so close, too close, and you’re shaking, trying to keep steady, gripping your knife and your phone in your clammy hands.

“Hello there,” a voice above you says, and you scream. There’s a hand in your hair, yanking you upwards, and you thrash against it, slashing out with your knife. “Oh, you fucking—”

Your knife meets the flesh of his arm, and the man drops you. Panicked, you quickly scramble to your feet, running for your bedroom door. The man twists to trip you, and you slam into the floor, crying out when your head hits the hardwood. He grabs you by the ankle, yanks you in, but you kick at him until you manage to catch your heel in his nose and he releases you with a shout.

You stumble to your feet again, nearly tripping into your bedroom door before you’re running into your living room, heading for the door. You can hear footsteps behind you as the man follows, and you don’t make it to the door before he’s grabbing you again, hauling you backwards with a sharp jerk on your arm.

You scream again, unable to hold it back as you slash at him with your knife again. He dodges it this time, his arm bleeding as he tugs you in closer. He has a knife of his own in his other hand, and you get a flash of brown eyes before he’s lost in the darkness again, pressing his blade to your throat.

“Are you Vigilante?” he asks you. You don’t move, don’t answer, terrified, swallowing just so you can breathe. “Okay, then— Where is Vigilante?”

“Fuck you,” you spit, voice shaking. He presses the knife closer into your throat, and you feel your skin starting to split. You reach up with a jerk, shoving your knife between the two of you, and you manage to dig the blade into his arm.

He roars, stumbling back. You forget to let go of the knife’s handle, and you hold onto it as he pulls himself off of it. When he looks up at you again, you see another flash of his face in the street lights outside, and you’re terrified by the rage you see in that brief instant. You know he’s coming for you again, and you just turn in time before he swipes his knife at you, catching your cheek instead of your throat.

You cry out in pain as his knife cuts a slash down your cheek, hooking down the side of your neck, glancing down your shoulder. You kick him away, but he just turns back again. Trembling, you shove the knife up just as he runs back at you.

The man stops. Everything seems like it stops, and he just stares at you.

Your hands are shaking as you look downwards. You’ve dug the knife directly into his abdomen, in the soft space between his ribs. He doesn’t move, for a moment, and you, shaking, jerk the knife out. He starts to step forward, so you reach out in a panic and just— shove, planting your hands flat against his shoulders and pushing.

He trips backwards and falls, his head slamming down into the floor.

He doesn’t move.

You stand there, chest heaving, the knife clenched tightly in one hand. You can feel blood spilling down your face and your chest, the knife wound deep and stretching from just below your eye to drag down your throat in a jagged line before curving across your shoulder and hooking down onto your back. Your other hand goes up to cover the burning injury, though you don’t have enough hand to cover the length of it.

For a long time, you don’t know what to do. Then, though, you remember—

Your phone.

Your brain doesn’t feel like it’s working. You loosen your stiff fingers enough to drop the knife to the ground with a clatter. Your hands have blood on them. You take the phone out of the pocket of your pajamas, and you accidentally swipe that blood across the screen trying to turn the volume back up.

You manage it, and Adrian’s voice bursts back into the room. You wonder if anyone else is in the apartment to hear it, some other intruder, but you can’t make yourself move, even after you have the thought.

“—ease, please be okay, please answer, please answer the fucking phone, fuck, pick up the fucking phone—” he’s saying, and you bring the phone up to your ear. “Please, please be okay, I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m going to be there in two seconds and I’m going to find you and you’re going to be fine, just answer— Answer your fucking phone, pick the fucking phone back up, please, please, please—”

“Adrian,” you say into the phone, your eyes burning.

On the other end, Adrian makes an indescribable noise, something that bursts out of him. You can hear the snarling engine of his car in the back as he pushes it too hard, too fast.

“What happened?” Adrian demands to know. “Are you okay? You have to—”

“Adrian,” you say again. “I—”

You swallow, and Adrian says, “It’s okay, you’re okay. What hurts? What happened? Are they still there?”

You look down at the man at your feet. His eyes are still open, you realize. You don’t think he’s alive, and your stomach turns, and you scramble away from him to fall to your knees on the floor, vomiting onto the ground, dropping your phone down beside you.

“Baby?” Adrian asks. “Hey, you’re okay, it’s okay. I’m coming onto your street, you’re going to be okay, I’m almost there, just hold on—”

“I think I killed him,” you whisper tearfully. Your voice breaks, and you suck in a shuddering breath as panic suddenly starts to seize you. “Adrian, I— Oh, fuck, I think I killed him, I—”

Your hysteria overtakes you then, and you push yourself back against the wall, drawing your knees up so you can bury your face in them. You wrap your arms around your legs, shaking, unable to process anything beyond the rush of blood in your ears and the surreal knowledge that you’ve killed somebody.

Adrian wasn’t wrong, he’s not that far away. It’s not long at all before you hear a car screech into your lot outside, then a door being thrown open. You don’t hear the door get closed or the car engine stop; he must have abandoned it still running.

There’s a clattering sound outside, and then your window is being forced open. You can’t lift your head, unable to take your eyes off the prone body laying in the center of your living room.

Adrian slips in through the window. For a moment, he doesn’t move, apparently taking in the scene, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Then, though, he says, “Oh, fuck, there you are,” and his footsteps are hurrying towards you. Your face is being tilted up, then, his large hands warm on your face. You meet his eyes, and you see an emotion there that you’re not sure has a name, a fear so bone-deep you don’t know how to shake it out of him.

“Adrian,” you whisper, and he lets you fall into him. He rubs your back, and you don’t care how bad your face or your shoulder or your head or anything hurts, you don’t care. You just need him to make it better.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Adrian tells you. “It’s going to be okay. As long as you’re okay, we’ve got this.” He separates you again so he can evaluate you. The room is still completely dark, and he asks, “Can I turn on a light?”

You just want him to take over completely. You nod, letting your head slump against the wall. Adrian leaves your side for only a split second to turn a lamp on, and then he’s beside you again, tilting your head so he can examine you.

He’s silent, for a moment, which is rare with him. His eyes quickly take stock of your injuries, tracing the long line that splits open your face down to your back, and his eyes burn red.

“Thank fucking God,” he breathes unexpectedly. He pushes his forehead into yours, laughing without humor. “Oh, thank fucking God it wasn’t you.”

You can’t stop shaking. You lean into him, letting him hold you up.

“What do I do?” you ask. “I killed— I killed a person. I killed a person, he— I have to— I have to go—”

“No, hey, whoa, wait,” he stops you. “There’s nothing you have to do. I’ll fix this, okay?”

“What?” you ask, your eyes snapping up to him. “Adrian, I can’t— I killed him.”

“Because he was going to kill you,” Adrian says, and you can’t look away from him. “Okay? He was going to kill you, and if you didn’t kill him, he would have. And that— That cannot fucking happen.” He kisses you hard on the forehead, then says again, “I’ll fix this.”

“How?” you ask softly.

Adrian turns to look back at the body on the floor. He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “I’m sorry you had to do this.”

You shake your head, and Adrian kisses your hair before he scoops you up, helping you to the sofa. He sits you there, says, “Don’t move,” and you obey, sitting neatly. You watch him as he makes a call, pressing the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he heads for your bedroom. He does a quick sweep of the place, talking rapidly on the phone the entire time while you watch, holding your hand over the agony in your cheek, trying to breathe evenly.

Adrian comes back with his arms full of random things. You realize everything he has in his arms has blood on it, and he gathers it beside the body on the floor. His eyes skim the room, then land on you.

“They’re hurt,” Adrian says into the phone. “Do you— Yeah. Okay, yeah, we’ll bring all of it. And will— Yes.” Adrian motions for you to stand, and you do so. He pulls up the cushion you’d been sitting on, making sure there’s no blood on it before replacing it. “Okay, what— I’ll stop on my way. Yes, obviously. No, we—” Adrian stops, then looks at you. “We’ll be there soon. Thanks, man. I love you.”

You watch him hang up without waiting for a response. You ask, “Who was that?”

“Chris,” he says. He presses a towel to your cheek, wrapping it around your neck and shoulder to twist down your back and around your arm. He ties it in place neatly, slowing the flow of blood. “We’re going to take everything out in the woods and burn it and bury it.”

“What?” you demand. “But, I—”

“Hey,” Adrian says, and he turns to you, cupping your good cheek in his hand. “He was looking for me, and he tried to kill you. He is not a good guy. You should never have even been involved, but I’m going to fix it. Okay?”

You hesitate, then nod. Adrian kisses the space just beneath your eye on the good side, then gathers you up to take you outside.

You were right, his car is still running. He bundles you into the passenger seat and instructs you, “Wait here,” before he runs back inside. He comes back out with the body over his shoulder, running to get it to the car before he loses the stamina to do it. It’s almost bewildering to watch, like it’s happening on a movie screen.

Adrian loads the rest of the bloody things from inside into his car, then climbs in with you. He looks at you, then pushes the center console up so you can sit closer to him. You practically wedge yourself under his arm; he drives one-handed, keeping up a running stream of nonsense and reassurances and praise and gratitude to you that you try to process, clinging to like a life raft in the middle of the open ocean.

The fact that Chris’ home is in the middle of the woods has never seemed like a greater boon than it does right now. It’s as if you’re going to another planet, to get rid of this. Adrian is so matter-of-fact, moving so precisely. You just watch him, overwhelmed by it all.

When Adrian parks, he turns to you and says, “Emilia’s already here. She’s going to stitch you up while Chris and I take care of this, alright? And then I’ll take you home and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.”

You start to nod, but you can’t. Your eyes burn, a lump in your throat that you can’t fight back. The back of your nose prickles when you whisper, your voice breaking, “But I killed someone.”

Adrian’s expression crumples, and he tilts in closer to you, pushing your foreheads together.

“I know,” Adrian says. “And I know that I’m— I’m kind of fucked up and I don’t really remember what it’s like to be upset about killing somebody that did something bad. All I feel right now is so fucking lucky that it’s him that’s dead and not you. I do not feel bad that he— Okay, I’m sorry, but— But I know this is really fucked up for you and probably really scary and like, so fucking much, and we’ll— We’ll deal with it, okay? We’ll figure it out, we’ll— We can talk about it, okay? Anything you want. But you did the right thing,” he says. When you shake your head, he says, “Yes, you did. It was you or him, and the only right choice was you.”

You’re still shaking, but you nod. He kisses you, then separates you when he realizes Emilia and Chris are coming out of Chris’ place.

He pushes his way out of the car, says, “Thanks so much, you guys.”

“What the fuck happened?” Chris asks. Adrian motions him back to the trunk while he starts explaining, and Emilia comes around the car to the passenger side door, opening it for you.

“C’mon,” she says, and helps you up and out of the car. You follow her inside quietly as she leads you to Chris’ couch and sits you down. Adrian comes to take your bloody clothes; Chris lends you a shirt of his that drapes down to your knees for you to wear instead, since you won’t be getting your pajamas back. He leaves with Chris, and Emilia takes out a wildly well-stocked first aid kit.

Emilia’s silent, too, as she cleans your wounds for you and neatly stitches you up. You’re careful to be quiet, fighting not to make any noise, even when it hurts. You clench your jaw, and you stare downwards. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do, or say, or feel, so you don’t do anything, hoping somebody else will eventually give you a cue.

When she’s finally done, smoothing the last bandage over your split skin, Emilia softly says, “I know it’s hard the first time.”

You look over at her, your hands shaking. She’s still looking down, for a moment, before she lifts her eyes to meet yours.

“It’s hard,” Emilia says. “Even when it’s necessary.” She squeezes your hand. “But this was necessary. And if you didn’t kill him, Vigilante would have, for what he did to you. That’s the way things go in our world.”

You nod, tears filling up in your eyes again. You blink, a couple trails spilling down your cheeks. “I don’t know what to feel.”

“That’s okay,” she says. “This is the worst you’ll feel. Every second after will be a little bit easier.”

You nod again jerkily. She’s bound your arm to your chest so you won’t move your injured shoulder, and she makes sure the wrap is tucked properly, just to give herself something to focus on.

Adrian and Chris come back then, and Adrian comes to you in an instant, tilting your head so he can examine your stitches and bandaging.

“Thank you,” he says in passing to Emilia before asking you, “How are you feeling?”

You don’t know how to answer that, so you just nod and say, “I’m so sorry,” even though it’s not what you’re expecting to come out of your mouth.

“Oh, no, hey, no,” Adrian says, and pulls you into a tight hug. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Nobody’s mad at you—”

“Your body count is way lower than any of ours,” Chris says. You look up to him, eyes red-rimmed. He looks caught out, for a moment, before he adds, “Uhh— Adrian said that was your first one. Congrats.”

You furrow your brow. You think you’re too raw and bewildered and exhausted and— just— emotional to deal with this right now.

Looking to Adrian, you don’t even have to say anything. He takes one look at you and says, “We should go home.”

“Is it over?” you ask, and Adrian nods.

“Everything’s gone,” he tells you. “There’s nothing to worry about, at all.”

“We can start digging tomorrow to figure out what this was about,” Emilia tells him, her tone more professional now. “I’ll message everyone once you head out.”

“Thank you,” you say, and she looks to you again.

“Remember,” she says. “It’s only getting easier.”

You nod, and let Adrian pull you to your feet. You give Emilia a grateful hug, then Chris one, too. He returns it with a confused edge, but he does return it all the same, before Adrian pulls you back out to the car.

It’s empty, now. Just you and him as you start driving back into town.

When you realize Adrian is driving towards your place again, you reach out to grab his arm. “I don’t— I don’t want to go back there.”

Adrian’s eyes shift to you, and he nods, turning his attention back to the road in the darkness. He’s driving with his headlights off, moving like a ghost, engine rumbling.

“I’ll take you to my place,” he says, and you slump in relief.

Adrian does as he says he would, brings you back to his little apartment and practically carries you up to his bed. He tugs Chris’ shirt off of you once you’re there, dressing you himself in his clothes, instead. Once he has you tucked into bed, he climbs in beside you, pulling your head to rest on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat thudding evenly inside, calm and steady while yours continues to rattle.

Adrian strokes his fingers through your hair. “It’s going to be okay,” he promises you. You shut your eyes. “I swear. I know this is— This feels like the worst thing ever right now. But you—” Adrian’s voice breaks a little, and he says, “I thought—” but he can’t get it out. He gives up, settling instead for, “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.”

You reach out to take his hand in yours. He presses a hard kiss to the back of your hand, then to the crown of your head. You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, but— If Adrian has his way, nothing will happen. Everything really will be okay.

You don’t know how he does. You don’t know if you can understand— at least, not right now. Maybe, after you’ve had more time and energy to process this, you’ll figure out what you think and feel. Right now, though, you’re just— raw, and you need him. You just need him.

“I love you,” you whisper to him.

“Oh, God, I love you, too,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “So fucking much, I love you, too.”

You hear him, and you see him, and, in this moment, you think you finally might understand him. All the different parts of him, coming together into this one person you love. The Adrian you know, who isn’t just Adrian but is also Vigilante— this hero, this crusader, this man who burns a body for you without hesitation. You see something wild in him, something that’s reflected in you, and you’re desperate to keep them together.

“I—” you start to say, but don’t know how else to tell him you love him in a way that he’ll truly understand.

You lift your head, sealing him in a deep kiss. He returns it in kind, and that wicked edge to him is present here, too, along with his sweetness and his goofiness and his blunt streak and his horrible jokes. There’s so much that makes him him and without him—

You can’t think about it. You bite into the kiss, and Adrian opens up under you in a way that says, I know, I know, I know, so you don’t need to say anything at all.

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