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drivencrazymad · 3 years ago

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I love you and Sorry

(Stranger Things) Eddie Munson x Male Reader

TW: Suicide and mention of alcohol and weed.

Summary: Eddie and Y/N used to be friends, High school cliques tore them apart but they fake to be friends in front of their parents. They like each other.

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Authors POV

Eddie Munson has been Y/N's most strong desire. They have known each other almost since birth. They had been there for each other every time the other found himself in trouble. They had some rocky parts during middle school and finding out who they wanted to be and who they were going to be in high school. After middle school they both were part of a different clique. Eddie was one of the outsiders who in the future were going to be shitty fathers and with millions of addictions. And Y/N was the golden boy in the soccer team that was destined to get out of Hawkins and become famous. In school they barely even looked at the other. At home they “hung out” just so their parents could stay friends. If they were totally honest the only thing they did when they were together was listen to music and sometimes when their parents were close to the room they would “talk” and laugh enough to deceive their parents.That was the only type of interaction they had.

Y/N POV

Monday was hard for two reasons; 1 It was the beginning of the school week and the end of the relaxation, 2 the fact that my parents and I would always go to the Munsons house to eat and stay there until 8 or 9 in the afternoon.

As soon as I woke up I had the feeling that something bad was about to happen, it was probably the math test, or the history report that were due today. I could not put my finger on what was wrong so I just tried to forget the feeling and start to dress with a normal white t-shirts, old ripped jeans and some combat boots and the soccer team jacket that had my name stitched to it along with my number. When I was done I realized that if I didn't run I was going to be late and I would not let that happen as last week I had a talk with my coach talking about the fact that if I missed my math test I was going to be on the bench until I made it up.

I ran as fast as I could and made it just in time before they closed the door of the classroom. 45 minutes later the class was done and I had a feeling that I was gonna get at least a c plus that ensured the fact of me playing in the friday away match. The next class was Spanish and the only class where I had an A. As soon as I stepped in I was able to read the board that said “Presentación Oral sobre tu legado familiar” (Oral presentation about your family legacy). I had totally forgotten about it. I was freaking out. My family history was big, sure but I only knew a bit about it. I could only pray that the teacher would not pick on me today and let me do it tomorrow. And as always I lacked luck being the first person called to present, to be honest i barely remember what i said, I remember standing up and starting my presentation with a “siempre los pendejos primero”(always the stupid first).After that I just remember saying my parents name the place im from and that some part of the presentation I said Eddie Munson was part of my life since I remember making him part of the leagcy to. When I came back I heard people clapping so I directed myself to my seat waiting anxiously for the class to end.

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It was already time for lunch, as I sat down at the table along with all the other kids in the soccer team I let my eyes wander around the cafeteria being able to see that everyone was minding their own business and they ate, talked and laughed. I started eating what seemed to be mashed potatoes and broccoli to then be interrupted by Lopez; the captain of the soccer team.

“ so I hear you and munson have history” Lopez seemed to be quite interested in what i was gonna say.

I could only nod to answer the question, the whole table stayed quiet and if they were waiting for something more. So i started to talk, “ Me and Eddie have known each other since i have a memory, our parents are friends so we became friends”. That was all I said before standing up and throwing away the trash and walking to the library in an attempt to get away from Lopez and his interrogation. As I was going up the stairs to the library room someone pulled me aside and into an empty room that had been under repair for the last year.

“ I heard you were talking about me in your spanish class” Eddie was still holding my arm to prevent me from leaving the room. When he saw I was not talking he decided to speak again “ What did you say about me that has everyone pumped up talking about the past”.

“ I don’t know” I said as i got away from Eddie’s grip, he raised his eyebrow and a way of showing his confusion so I decided to talk again “ I was not ready for the presentation so I started to rumble and I don’t remember anything I said, I remember saying we used to be friends but that about it”.

Before Eddie was able to speak again the bell rang so I went to the rest of the clases I had today.

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The day was over so I headed home to leave my backpack and to go with my mother over to Munson's place. As soon as I got home I only got the chance to set down the backpack and get in the car to go over to the Munson’s house.

The ride in the car was about five minutes so we talked about school and work and as we got to the place I stepped out of the car waiting for my mom to walk up to the door that was opened by Eddie who let us in and led us to the table to start eating.

The whole time we ate my mom and dad talked to Eddie and his parents leaving me out of the conversation. To be honest I was used to it. when we were done Mrs. Munson told me and Eddie to go ahead and hang out in his room.

When we got to his room he decided to put on a song by Bon Jovi. I sat down in one of his bean bags as he wandered around without looking at me. It has been like this since we part ways just before ending middle school and yet it's still hard to get used to the fact that he won't even bother to look at me for a split second. I should already be used to it. I should be able to not care even when you don’t look at me. It’s not supposed to hurt that much. But I will always pray for you to look at me. I want you to touch me, even a slit touch would do. I was fine until you touched me at school. I wasn't able to just stay there. I can't stand one more second being in the same room and feeling like I don't exist.

So I ran. I had to get away from Eddie if I wanted to be able to keep on going. I was getting used to all of it. I didn’t stop when I heard my mom scream my name nor when a car almost hit me. I just ran. I was not sure if someone was following me and I didn't care, I just had to get there. When I was able to see the lake I decided to slow down. When I got to the beginning of the lake I stopped completely. I took off my clothes and went inside the lake. I had to breathe and relax. The lake has always been the place where I'm able to breath without hurting. But before I realized it, I was already crying, tears going down my face as memories of me and Eddie flooded my head. I remember how when we listen to music he always used to move his head up and down making his wavy hair bounce and how I used to laugh and everything was ok. I remember how when we used to have sleepovers and it started to rain and lightning was heard we used to go under the covers and hold each other's hand until we fell asleep. But mostly I remember how Eddie was my first crush and kiss. After his crush Chrissy had let him down I decided to tell him how I feel about him and then give him a little kiss to which he corresponded. And I remember how the lake was the place where we spent most summers just relaxing and playing around as our parents talked about whatever adults talked about.

As I went down the water I felt a pair of arms grab my waist and drag me out of the water. When I was out I opened my eyes to see Eddie wet and looking worried as he took the hair out of my face. When I saw him all I could do was cry and get away from him. when my back hit what seemed to be a tree he kneeled down to look at me. It was then when I realized that it was only me and him at the edge of the lake. He cupped my face in his hands as a way of making me look at him.

He hugged me. I couldn’t move because of the surprise. When he stopped the hug he again grabbed my chin to make me look at him. “Why did you run away?Why did you get in the lake? what were you thinking Y/N?”

I decided to answer after hesitating for a bit, “ I ran because if I stayed a moment longer in the room with you i was going to do something i was going to regret, the only thing i could think of while running was that i had to get to the lake before it was to late, I had to clear my mind, I had to get away from you”.' he only whispered a low why so i decided to answer, “ Because if I stayed close to you I was not gonna be able to ever let go again. It took me years to get over the fact that you were not going to look at me anymore, that you were not gonna hold me when Im scared like when we were kids. that we were not friends anymore. And that I was not allowed to kiss you anymore”. When I said that Eddie backed away from me, I decided to grab my clothes and started walking away from Eddie, away from what could have been the solution to this mess.

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It’s been over a month since the lake incident. My mom was ok with the fact of me not going over with the Munson anymore, I was getting better at soccer and school and according to the coach if I keep on like this I could be the captain for next year. And I have only seen Eddie in the hallways now. But everytime we look at each other he looks the other way trying to not make eye contact with me. And the few classes that we had together he decided to either drop them, change them or just started being absent. I'm not gonna lie, it hurts to have to do this. But this is what he decided to do, now he is dating the girl Chrissy and every time we are in the same room they seem to be all over each other.

And I started dating Nancy Wheeler, she is a really nice girl and seems to be ambitious and I really like that. I was honest with her since we decided to date, telling her that I like both boys and girls and she was ok with that. It even seems like she already knew.

Today we were going to go to a party at Lopez's house, his parents were out of town and we had just won the championship in soccer so we had to celebrate. I was going to take Nancy and some people were talking about the fact that Chrissy was taking her boyfriend. At the beginning it bothered me but then I realized that I had to get over the fact that I was going to be under the same roof as Eddie.

It was almost time for the party to begin so I just put on something casual like a white t-shirt, old ripped jeans, the team jacket and my black converse. Dad had let me use his car so I stopped to pick up Nancy to go to the party. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that made her stand out in what seemed to be the correct places but she was still wearing her white converse instead of some high heels. Which I personally love. Once we got to the party everyone was staring at Nancy so I passed my hand by her waist to make her feel more secure.

We made our way to the kitchen to get a drink and to get the party started. I danced with Nancy during the night while drinking, having a good time and making sure she was comfortable. After dancing for a while she told me that she was tired so we sat down on the couch and started kissing. After some time kissing Nancy had to go to the bathroom so she left and I decided to go for another drink. As I entered the Kitchen i realized it was completely alone. But not for long, as I heard someone else come into the kitchen. I didn’t pay much attention until I felt a hand on my waist. And how someone was letting their head rest on my shoulders.

Before I could say anything I heard him say, “ You know you should not be here with her, let's be honest you would prefer to be dancing with me and that the one kissing you was me”. As Eddie talked he left small wet kisses on my neck, “ Or tell me, right now will you prefer her kissing you, touching you”. His free hand started to trace my body as he talked. I wished I could say it did nothing to me but I'd be lying. “ Come on pretty boy you know you belong with me, you know she doesn't get the same reaction from you that I do”. he spun me around and as I looked into his eyes I realized he was high, drunk and his eyes were darker and dilated.

Before I was able to talk he kissed me. He tastes like weed, tequila and a more delicate taste of strawberry. He had a strong grip on my waist and he started moving, creating friction between us causing an erection and to make me let out a moan that permitted him to slide his tongue into my mouth that then became a war to see who would dominate. Before this could get any worse I pulled away, I wanted this but it wasn't right, I was here with Nancy and he was drunk so he would not remember anything. When I got away from the kiss I too got out of his grip just in time because someone came in. Chrissy is looking for Eddie. As soon as he saw her he pulled her in for a kiss, I started to feel my eyes itching so I left. I had to find Nancy to take her to her house.

Moments after I found her. She was kissing Steve Harrington. It didn’t hurt but it helped me realize that it was not working with her. I tapped her shoulder and when she saw me she started apologizing. “ Hey Nance, it's ok, I was just going to ask you if you wanted a lift home because I'm leaving”. she only shakes her head. “ Hey and Steve, take good care of her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to you and she is going to accept you no matter what. And Nance be happy and know that I hold no grudge against you and that I wish to still be your friend”. Then I just walked outside knowing that a lot of people were watching and some were already talking and gossiping but I didn’t care.

Once I got in the car I started heading to the lake. Once I got there I took off everything and just got into the lake. I started swimming and admiring the moon that seemed to be full. I stopped being connected to the real world until I heard steps. I was debating whether to get out of the lake and dress or just to stay in and not give a crap. I decided to not give a crap and just close my eyes and relax.

“ I heard that you and Wheeler are not together anymore”, It seemed like he was following me everywhere. “ You know that you deserve better, right?”.His voice was getting closer so I started thinking that he was getting in the water. “ You deserve to be with someone that will be there for you, with someone that holds your hand when you are scared, with someone that knows everything about you”. His voice was now just a whisper in my ear and his hand was going up and down my body. I kept my eyes closed as he got closer and as he started to kiss my neck once again. I could feel his skin next to mine. He to was naked.

“ And who do you believe I deserve Ed?, someone like you that will only come when you're drunk, someone who will run and disappear once you tell them what you feel, is that what you want for me Ed?”. I turned around to look at him, the moon gave enough light to be able to see his face.

Eddie grabbed my chin and my hand as he spoke, “ I didn’t run, you were the one who left, and I love you every single day, every single hour, every minute, every second. And I need you”. As he said that he kissed me and this time i kissed him back. Once our lips parted he led me out of the water into the edge of the lake.

He started to kiss and bite my neck going down, once he got to my nipples he started to lick and bite the left one while he played with the right one with one hand, after a minute or so he kept on going down. Once he got to my junk he grabbed it and started masturbating it with his hand before using his mouth. I was so turned on that I grabbed his hair and decided on the rhythm, after a while I came without a warning in his mouth. He licked his lips as he came back up to kiss me. He started to play with my entrance and I could not bear it any longer. I needed him inside me. As he put three fingers in front of me I started to lick them to get them well lubricated. Once they were lubricated he slid one finger in, he started with circular motions until he slid the second one and started stretching me. Once more he entered another finger creating the motion of penetrations. After some time he pulled the finger out and aligned his cock in my anus and started going in slowly to make sure I was ok. Once he was in and I was used to it he started moving. He started slow and strong but after a time he went fast and hard. until he found my point that he gave some hits more to make me cum and as I was in heaven he kept on going until I felt him fill me up. He got out of me and cleaned me.

Before I fell asleep I heard him say I love you and sorry before drifting into morpheus arms.

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That was a week ago, after that night I woke up alone on the edge of the lake covered up with my jacket and the only sign of yesterday was the pain in the bottom of my back. That day I got dressed and got home. My dad was mad but relieved that I got home safe. Mom never knew. That day I tried calling Eddie and he wasn’t answering so I decided to go to his house. Mrs.Munson told me that he was in his room and when I opened the door I saw him and Chrissy about to do it. I just closed the door and left. That night Eddie went to my house and told me to forget about everything that happened. And before he left he gave me one last kiss. Now I see him in the halls with Chrissy and I have nothing. I look at him but he never looks my way and it hurts so much that I decided to put an end to it.

After school I went to the lake for the last time. I picked up some rocks and put them in my pocket and I went into the water. I could only whisper I love you and I'm sorry.

Authors POV

Y/N's body was found 3 hours later by officer Hopper. His parents didn’t know what had happened. He seemed nice that morning when he got to school. Most of the thinking is because of the break up with Nancy Wheeler but only 3 know the truth; Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington.

That day Eddie Munson got drunk and cried himself to sleep as he held his own hand hoping it was Y/Ns.

That day Nancy Wheeler got mad and screamed and cried at the fact that Y/N was no longer with them.

That day Steve Harrington held Nancy as she screamed and cried and at the same time he cried.

The day of Y/N's funeral Eddie got beat up by Nancy and Steve. The Day of Y/N’s funeral Eddie came out to his family as gay. The day of Y/N’s funeral Eddie was kicked out of his house not because of his sexuality but because of the harm he did to Y/N.The day of Y/N’s funeral Y/N regretted taking his life. And the night of the Y/N funeral The whole soccer team made a pact of never keeping secrets from each other.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things #fanfic #steve x nancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #x male reader

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sweetkeiji · 3 years ago

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personal story time utc! might be annoying for those who dont care for story about a little summer fling (if it can even be called that)

at this program, there was this guy who i first met on tuesday during lab. thought he was pretty cute but didn't think much of it, especially bc i like to make little crushes for when im bored during lecture. thursday rolls around and hes in my lab group again! wow! after lab, one of his friends ask us if we wanted to play vball. had no idea if he was going but we said yes bc vball <3 when we get there, we play for a bit and i find out that 1. he's good and 2. he's so sweet n supportive?? this is where i'm like shit this might not just be an 'im bored' crush and my friend told me i should get his number. the issue? i got soo many chances to approach him but KEPT CHICKENING OUT (4 times between thursday afternoon and friday night, to be exact). anyway saturday morning comes and it's the last meal of the program. my friend's beside me like you need to get his number now and i'm like what's even gonna happen if i do?? but we see him and i finally get his number

fast forward to when it's time to go, i realised last night that i 100% couldve talked to him when he was waiting for his uber but didn't. we have been texting every now and then since yesterday morning, but i feel like it's super awkward bc we haven't talked a bunch in person? overall, i just regret 1. not asking for his number earlier and 2. not talking to him more when i couldve, but at least i got his number (improvement!)

he also lives across half the country and flew out this morning, so saturday was the last time i'd ever see him? REALLY UNFORTUNATE bc this guy hasn't had any red flags yet and is one of the sweetest guys i've met so far. our convos are a bit awkward/dry but i blame myself for not getting to know him before. plus idek why i'm so attached since i know i won't see him again unless the universe decides it'd be entertaining

#in conclusion im a coward 💪#jin.rambles

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noblest-roman-of-all · 4 years ago

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silence

day 7! if theres any major errors, sorry i might have a minor concussion cause im a dumbass. heres some cute analogical for you!

parirings: virgil/logan

tw: anxiety attacks, poor self esteem and negative self talk

Virgil has a tendency to blow things out of proportion. He knows he does, his therapist has talked to him about cognitive distortions and all the ways that it can mess with his perception of the world and the things happening to him.

With that in mind, Virgil is still pretty sure this is the worst day of his life.

The worst part of it all is that there wasn’t any particular thing that happened, no great catastrophe. Just a series of small, kinda shitty things that snowballed into him curled up on the floor in a dusty corner of the library, shaking and gasping and entirely unable to move. He’d had panic attacks before, but they were almost never this bad, especially since he’d started going to Dr. Picani, and the thought that he’d somehow failed, that Picani would be disappointed, sends him spiralling even deeper.

He hears footsteps approaching, and his breath hitches again. Shit, he thought he was the only one in the section of the library, now there was somebody who might find him, who might see him like this. He hears whoever it was take a few steps forward, and then-

“Hello?” And of course, because this is the worst day of Virgil’s shitty life, it was Logan Baker, the unfairly brilliant, stupidly attractive sophomore who was in Virgil’s English 112 class, and who almost definitely hated him. Who was now standing in front of Virgil, having a complete breakdown, looking like an utter idiot, and if he didn’t dislike Virgil before he absolutely would now, seeing him in a state like this in public, why was he such a fucking mess that he couldn’t manage to get somewhere private so no one would have to see him like this-

Virgil’s spiralling thoughts come to a screeching halt when he notices that Logan has not turned and quickly walked in the other direction, or pulled out his phone to make fun of Virgil to his friends, but has instead sat down, leaning against the opposite bookshelf so he is facing Virgil, but still a few feet away. He looks Virgil over with a keen eye, but not critical. It doesn’t help Virgil, necessarily, but it… doesn’t add to his panic. Which is good.

“I assume asking if you are ‘okay’ is a bit redundant,” Logan says. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

Virgil… really wasn’t expecting that. He opens his mouth to respond, but all he can manage is a quiet croak. He hides his head back in his knees, wanting the floor to just swallow him whole at this point. Logan doesn’t laugh though, just lets out a thoughtful hum.

“Can you speak? It’s alright if you can’t,” he says plainly. Virgil shakes his head slightly, glad he’s not being pushed to speak when apparently, his body is refusing to do so. Logan lets out that same hum again. Then, after a moment of quiet, he speaks up again.

“Would it help you if I spoke?” The question is quiet, almost timid in a way Virgil had never heard him sound. “I’ve been made aware I have a… soothing voice, although I wouldn’t think to call it that myself,” he says in a tone that if it came from anyone else, Virgil would call it sheepish. Virgil nods quickly.

“I assume that nod means it’s okay for me to speak,” Logan says, a huff of laughter in his tone. Virgil smiles into his arms and nods again.

“I’m aware that for some people, being left alone is preferable, but many people find comfort in hearing another person’s voice. It allows the mind something to focus on, I suppose, to prevent from spiralling.” There’s a pause, and then Logan continues, a bit quieter. “I know it helps me.”

Virgil looks up at that, making a small, curious sound. Logan smiles, soft and unsurprised.

“I know people don’t expect it of me, but I’m not neurotypical. I have ADHD, and oftentimes I get overwhelmed. I’ve found it’s helpful to hear someone else’s voice, to have something to latch on to,” Logan explains calmly. Virgil sits on the thought for a moment, and then nods. It makes sense to him. When Logan doesn’t say anything else, he makes a gesture with his hand, trying to indicate ‘keep going’. It seems to work, because Logan picks right up again easily.

“I’m not great with these-these emotional things.” The way he spits out the word emotional makes that clear enough. Virgil lets out a sound that isn’t quite a laugh, but is closer to happy than any other sound he’d made recently. Logan’s lip quirks up in a semblance of a smile.

“My roommate, Patton, he’s better at all of this than I am. I understand it from an intellectual perspective, but I admit that I struggle actually applying it.” Logan stays there, sitting on the hard ground of the library, talking to Virgil, for about an hour. He talks about his roommate Patton, who’s an early education major, and his friend Roman, a theater and performance major. He talks about the classes he’s taking for his major, astronomy. He talks about professors he loves, ones he hates. He talks about the little burger place near campus Patton drags him to every Friday so they can do karaoke, and how as much as he pretends to hate it, he secretly loves it. He talks, and for the first time Virgil gets to see someone other than Logan Baker, mildly intimidating straight A student. He gets to see Logan, who’s admittedly a bit of a dork and cares about his friends more than he would ever admit.

Eventually, Virgil manages to unfurl himself, his breathing relatively even and his mind no longer filled with swirling, hurtful words. Logan stutters to a stop when he realizes Virgil is now sitting up straight, actively listening now.

“I, um, see you’re feeling better. I apologize for revealing so much personal information, it’s just-” Logan stops when Virgil chuckles.

“It’s alright, dude. I, uh, actually enjoyed it,” Virgil admits with a flush. Logan looks equally flustered, and moves to stand up.

“Well, seeing that you’re in a better state now, I’ll be on my way. Have a good afternoon, Virgil.” With that, he makes to hurry off. Virgil lurches up and grabs his wrist before he can go.

“I… never told you my name. How did you…” Virgil trails off. Logan actually manages to look more flustered.

“I, well, we share an English course, and I… appreciate your input. It’s interesting, and it makes me think,” Logan mutters. Virgil breaks into a smile at that, and pushes himself up as quickly as he dares.

“Well, I’ve been down there for about 2 hours now. I really need to stretch my legs, and probably get something to eat,” Virgil says. Logan nods and starts to turn away.

“Of course, I don’t mean to interrupt your plans.” Virgil grabs Logan again, his shoulder this time, and Logan turns on his heel.

“Well, I was thinking. You said that burger place isn’t too far from campus, right?” Virgil asks. Logan gives him an odd look, and Virgil sighs. “I’m trying to ask you to get lunch with me, dork.” Logan lets out a shocked laugh.

“As much as I appreciated the silence from earlier, I think I much prefer you like this,” Logan admits. He gestures for Virgil to walk alongside him as they walk off.

Alright. Maybe this isn’t the worst day of Virgil’s life. Maybe, it’s actually the best.

#ts virgil #ts logan #analogical #college au #theyre two nerds and i adore them #also logan being a dork and loving his friends bc i say so

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sugarkinky · 5 years ago

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Gamers gotta game

Pairing: Gamer!jungkook x Nerd!Reader x Fuckboy!Jimin Genre: Future smut, fluff and angst (the holy package). Warnings: None in this part, actually.

A/N: This is my very first fic posted on here, please give me any kind of feedback you feel I might need. Not edited v.

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*gif not mine*

PART 1

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7:34 am

You was almost late when you jumped out of bed and made it to the bathroom, your first class starts at 8:15 and you still had to walk for 20 minutes to get there. This left you with an empty stomach and a lack of caffeine for the rest of the morning, the class itself wasn't bad but you couldn't pay much attention to Mr. Patrick talking about some impossible function. After what felt like days, you were finally lunching with your friends on the cafeteria.

"Y/N, how could you forget my skirt?" Kenny said with her puppy eyes. You promised her you would borrow her some clothes that your mom insisted on buying for the sake of you "going out more".

"Sorry K, can't you pick it up tomorrow?" Your month were already full of sandwich.

"I guess it will do... Are you sure you won't come tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm not the frat party type, you know it" And specifically not this one, the Beta Tau Sigma were a fucking no-no for you after your first party with them on freshmen year. This guys are just crazy and loud as fuck.

Since it was a Friday, you made plans to watch some documentaries and order pizza with some wine. It was just perfect.

Well, almost perfect if it wasn’t for the hungover from the cheap wine the day after. This was a typical Saturday afternoon, Kenny knocked at your door to hang out with you and you guys chatted about school stuff and about her crush that is supposed to be at the party.

“What if he is already with other random girl and I don’t even know?” You stared at Kenny’s eyes with a scowl in your face.

“What makes you think like that?”

“I don’t know, Jin is a very popular guy and older than us, from what I know he has no reason to tell me the truth.”

“So he has no reason to lie to you as well, dummy.”

And the afternoon passed like that, Kenny was already at the door when you shout to her:

“Get home safe bitch!“

“And you stay safe in yours sweetheart!“

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(1:23)Kbae: bich, wasuuuuupp

The sudden noise scared you but you got up from the couch to go catch your phone in the kitchen table.

(1:24)You: Are you ok?

Kbae: I thik I lost m cell

You: No, you didn’t

It was a little late for you to deal with drunk Kenny but a side of you were worried that she wasn’t home yet.

You: Where are you?

Kbae: Im los at the bathroom

You: Your bathroom?

Kbae: nooo im PRTYING LOL

Ok, now you are officially worried she’s going to get her head in the toilet at any moment.

You: Is anyone with you??

Kbae: no that bitc left m

So you remembered that Lisa, Kenny’s friend was there. You try to reach her with no success. You can’t believe she’s getting you out of the comfort of your couch because of her low alcohol tolerance, that dumb bitch…

You: Don’t move a single bone, I’m coming and you will pay me for this later.

The uber was almost there when you received the reply.

(1:50)Kbae: bt I hve no mony

The BTS house wasn´t that far from your place, but it was enough time for you to start regretting your decision. The single thought of a place full of people and loud noise was making you really anxious. When the Uber arrived you took at least 5 minutes getting out of the car, you knew something bad was going to happen with the bad luck you had.

The entrance had just two guys that, from what you guess, should be the security or something like that. You go straight to the door but you fail on not getting attention from the two.

“Hey, do we know you?” The blond guy ask you just when you were getting in.

“Probably not, I’m not the party type. Just here to pick up my friend.”

The blond guy look to the other that seem a little waisted.

“Yeah? What’s her name?” The waisted one shout at you.

“Kenny.”

They look at each other with a little surprise and the blond one say:

“The last time I saw her she was upstairs, are you sure she asked you here?”

“Hyung, let her in, I know her.” The voice comes from inside and you recognize it from your Contemporary Literature class, It’s Namjoon. You never thought he was into frat parties…

“Hi Y/N, I’m sorry for Yoongi and Hoseok here. They are just making sure you aren’t someone from a rival frat or something.” I laugh at the thought of it.

“It’s okay, have you seen Kenny?” You say as a proof of what he’s saying, Namjoon and Kenny are in the same major and maybe he would know where her dumb ass is.

“Not really”

When you get upstairs looking for her you see something you were afraid of seeing, but you know it was inevitable since it was a BTS party. Your ex, well not really an ex since you never had an actual relationship – what actually made the things worse. Jimin was a typical fuckboy but a smartass one for your bad luck, he was almost better than you in your classes and sweet with you. You didn’t know his fame back then and that led into you falling for someone who just saw you as a fuckbuddy. Since you never told him your real feelings, he never knew the reason for your sudden distance, he probably thought you got tired of him and with time he didn’t reach you anymore. And for it not being awkward, you made sure you didn’t took any classes with him this semester.

There you were standing in front of him kissing someone against the wall, you were just frozen in place when you remembered why you was there: Kenny. You almost run to a corridor that had a door with “WC” wrote on it.

But Kenny wasn’t there, actually there was another couple making out, which made you blush and say a lot of apologies after you saw the face of the guy: Jin. You closed the door and rested at a nearest wall, this night is getting worse and worse.

Ok, just breathe. If she’s not there, where?

You started calling her but she stopped answering you since you got there. You tried Lisa but with no success. So you decided to look downstairs but just when you’re reaching the stairs you collided with someone and thanks to your bad luck it was Jimin, of course.

“Y/N?”

“Hum… Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Kenny.”

“Oh, she made you come.”

“Yeah, you can say that.”

“Well, do you want some vodka? I know you’re not a big fan of beer.”

“Actually someone is waiting for me, sorry have to go” And you run to the closest door praying for it to be open and for the first time that night things worked out and you got no problem getting in. There was a guy in a computer in the room it took him just a few seconds to notice you.

“Hey! Don’t you know how to read? There is a sign at door saying DO NOT ENTER THIS ROOM you…” and the man sited before you turned his chair to see you.

“I’m sorry, can I hide here for a little?” He was shocked to see that you weren’t, first thing, trying to find a spot to make out – since you were alone – and second, drunk.

With a sad smile he said “Some weirdo is following you?”

I felt bad for lying but it was almost it wasn’t it?

“Yeah…”

“No problem, you can lay on the bed for a while.”

The room was not that big but it had two single beds and a study space with the most expensive-looking computer you’ve ever seen. When you sat on the bed, the guy returned to do something on the pc and put his headphones on again. When you got to see what he was doing you notice he was playing some game, who plays games on a party? Weird. Not that you were in a less awkward position.

“HYUNG, can’t you see the MAP?”

You were startled with the sudden shout and nearly jumped on the bed, then he turned to you and said:

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You just nodded and he returned to talk with someone on the game. So you remembered about the Kenny matter, where did this bitch went? You got your phone and text her like crazy, called Lisa and finally you got an idea: her roommate. You call Jisoo and she picks up rather quickly.

“Hello?” Her voice seemed a little sleepy, you must had woke her up.

“Hi, it’s Y/N. I’m sorry for waking you up but I’m trying to find Kenny. Did she go home?”

“Oh, yeah. She arrived here about 20 minutes ago, super wasted and crying. Did something happen?”

Oh, no. Seokjin.

“I don’t really know, but thanks for answering me this late.”

“It’s nothing, any time.”

“Well, good night.”

“Good night.”

Finally, the nightmare is over. Well not really over, you have to get out of this hell before that. So, you get up and go to the door, not really wanting to bother the man on his game. But he heard your steps and turned to you.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, I’ll try to get home.” And you go back to your way.

“Wait.”

You look at him and he seems a little self-conscious with what he has to say.

“I can take you to the door so you won’t get into trouble with the guy again.” He says that with a hand on the back of his neck. You feel bad for telling him a lie and make him worry about you, he seems nice.

“Ahm, I don’t think its that of a big deal. I don’t want to bother you any more that I already had.”

“It’s no trouble at all, actually I had delivered food and it should be in the way right now.”

“Okay then.” And you two go downstairs to reach the door as you’re praying you won’t see Jimin in the way there. When you got in the balcony you called an Uber and a strange silence got to the both of you.

“Ah.. I didn’t actually got your name.”

“It’s Jungkook, and yours?”

“I’m Y/N, thanks for letting me hide on your room.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

And the silence came again…

“Ahm… Is it your first party here? I don’t remember you from before.”

“Well, I’m not much of a party goer kind of girl.” He laugh at that and your face turned into a frown.

“I’m not laughing at you, I don’t like parties that much too as you could see.” You smile at that, yeah playing games wasn’t much of a party activity.

“Why do you live on a frat then?”

“That’s what I ask myself every day.”

That’s when your car arrived and both of you said your goodbyes.

(3:36) Jimin: Hey, missed seeing you.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I’ll try to do part two if this one succeed. Send me a message I’d love that.

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seedleaflesssapling · 3 years ago

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Ver 2.0? Turning Point?

I can't really identify to which point in my life that i started to doubt myself but im pretty sure that it was because of UP. Damn, that school, my uni. It do really have the ability to make you feel small; i was in a disadvantaged side when i entered it, you know. I was acquainted, no we did not really talked one-on-one, but i heard when we did introductions - Pisay, UP High, science comprehensive schools, Xavier University, who wouldn't be intimidated by that when you came from Col. Ruperto Abellon National School (who would know where that is? I was lucky enough for a teacher recognized it and my classmates be like 'ahhhhhh,' .....really?! I dont even know where xavier is, it just sounds cool). Another thing is that, i wasn't a stem shs graduate - a leverage(?) or excuse (?) that i always use for them to know that i am at disadvantaged side here, not their competitor, probably a NOBODY. They, being stem graduates, have capstone projects you never thought that they have at that age, but i would hear them saying that it was publish in this journal (whatever, idk the journals lmao, i dont even understand their studies 2nd lmao, but that was some smart shit you know, a shit that makes me feel pathetic for being too proud of my what? Correlational study from inconsistent surveys?!!! Wtf, wtf, wtf). But it was a very good peer pressure you know, i kinda turned it that way. Being left behind, being on the rock bottom, i have no other place to go but up. It wasn't the goal, like making or taking the top spot, i just need to survive.

Inevitably, the exams came. I had hard time adjusting chem but math was kind to me. Who would have thought that i would get two 1.0 at my math subjects for the first semester, the sem that i thought i would barely pass. I was even a CS for that sem. Who would have thought? Our first chemical engineering subject that involves computations was on the list the next semester and the first exam, out of 100 i got something like 20ish. WTF. THAT WAS MY FIRST FAILED EXAM. but no, never did cry but tears were flooding inside. So apparently, i have to focus more on this subject and i did. Some were still failing, but i raised my average up. We also had physics, my first ever physics. I really love physics that time or that sir rommel is just a very good professor. I got the highest score on our second LE, everybody else did fail. Small victories. Not that they lose, but i just won. But i heard one time they were talking about me re: passing the physics exam and even getting a high score. They were uhm.. a guy i really look up to cause his good, the other was a girl that idk but i think she didn't like me back then. They were friends but eventually the girl transferred uni because who cares why. i heard the guy saying something like sin.o gid na si franklin nga taas iya score man, maybe even worse than that, i still look up to the guy even until now. But wtf. I really took it in that time, like i wanted to cry but did not. With all that, i got a fair grade at physics. I still got 1.0 at maths that sem and even maintained being on the CS list. S M I L E. BECAUSE WE HAVE A MIDYEAR CLASS. VERY EXHAUSTING FOR SOMEONE WHO DONT WANT ANYTHING BUT JUST ADJUST, SURVIVE, AND FIND MEANING OF BEING A UP STUDENT. It was just one subject and it was math, but i got 2.0?!!! I have no excuse to that, i am very grateful for the family who accommodated me. After midyear class, i did got sick, it sucks, really sucks. I wanted to file an LOA for the next academic year, it is the only thing i can think of for me to go back on track (i haven't said that my parents pushed me to graduate with latin honor and i wanted to also for my resume to look good because everything else in me is effed up). I really wanted to pause and be free for a while but i also wanted to graduate on time (mostly because i want to give the bitches who dared to have expectations be put on my shoulders not the satisfaction, but the audacity to tell them 'i aint did it for ya') so i asked mama. THANK GOD, SHE DID SAY NA KUNG ANO LANG KAYA MO, AMO LANG DA IH 😭😭🤧🤧 so i enrolled, but went to school late, haven't attended the school opening but all is good. I did kind of reset, just enough for me to face school again.

Second year, it was fucked. I did really love coding on octave and doing sheets at ms excel though. On that year, we have formed the che 103 bagsak group. Together with two of my classmates on 103 and math 55, we became buddies after failing che 103 on the first LE, another 30 over 100 exam hahahahaha. We made bawi just enough for us to pass the subject hahahahahuhu. I have thermodynamics sub, i barely pass. Thank G na wala ko nag removal. If ever i did, i am so sure that i wont make it. My GWA for that sem was not enough for me to be a CS. Who cares? I still did, actually but mama was never been too pushy since then, even since after midyear, after getting that 2.0 grade from the only subject i am good at. Btw, my math 55 for first sem, second year, was 1.25. Not a 1.0 but still, it's good. Second semester that year was when pandemic hit so there's nothing much to tell. I was, sorry but i was really, glad to be away from school for a while, not until for a while became forever. Virtual university set-up was very hard. With too much from taking in whatever i see and hear on my surroundings, even just at home, everything is difficult. It is very hard to find motivation and discipline in studying when i was surrounded with people who do nothing. Even to this point i am writing, everyday is like a battle, but is mostly an internal one. Self vs self, a war no one knows who will win. So the confidence, the tower of knowledge i did build, exponentially went down. I did really well when i was in grade 10, i did my best that time and it can be seen at the achievements i had that year. Being consistently on top 1 the whole year, placing second on division MMC (even getting the highest score on the written elimination round for the whole cluster), doing well sa physics under maam andico, placings on cluster journalism competitions - it was like a record best, best record (?) Whatever. But it wasn't enough you know, i eventually came fourth like wtf. I had read from somewhere Newton saying like the two years when he did write the three laws of motion and the calculus stuff were the two best years of his life, and it kept me thinking that what if mine already passed? That it was when i was in high school?

But, back when i was in school, every time that i was belittling myself or even at random times that i would feel nervous for nothing, my classmates and close friends would say na:

Uno mo man ang Math, uno mo na na (it was a one or two time thing, what if chamba lang to???)

Ikaw man highest sa first le sa thermo (it was really an absolutely one time thing, i barely passed that sub)

Alam ka man sa physics (i was just invested on physics and maybe nachambahan lang na ang ginpractice ko solve kay parallel sa exam ni sir)

Alam ka, d ka lang confident (OKAY???!)

I was ignoring those shit cause who cares if i did really good that time. Yeah, it felt good but it wasn't fulfilling. Satisfied but not happy. But with recent events, i think i would be changing. This post will be a written contract that i will push to be better, to start trusting myself, and build that confidence glow behind me; to believe that i am bright and i can hack it, whatever it may be.

For coherence, i would itemize na lang all of the events that brought me to epiphany lol

It was Friday, 17 Sep, when Dean, in our plant design subject, gave an activity for us - to come up with solutions that would address problems he presented. 1 off grid island community (either you address the water, electricity, and phone reception/signal problem under a 100k budget) and 2 vinegar packaging with a 500 mL volume and should cost less than the cost of vinegar. The due's on Monday, 20 Sep. The challenge is that you should come up with an idea that is not the same with those who already turned in their proposed solutions. I haven't turned in mine until Sunday afternoon. We are 23 in class, hence there should be 23 proposed solutions for each problem. However, only 20 or 21 turned in their solutions and as a student who decided to do it three days after the sheet was given, i was at the second to the last of the entries hahaha. I have limited choice since a lot have been proposed. And ngl, i did entered my idea for the first problem at Sunday evening and for the second problem it was on the afternoon of the next day. Those were basic solutions cause who am I? Am just your basic guy.

Tuesday, 21 Sep (#NeverForget #NeverAgain), class again for plant design (PD). Dean discussed stuffs which im ngl, i did not listen because im bored (not until he said 'we'll have a 5-min break and we'll have a quiz after that' like wtf, how will we do our quiz???!). After the short break, I did study cause i panicked as hell, he presented the prospects of the course, that we will be divided in groups and that the leaders were chosen based on the solutions they turned in the activity previously given. So there's no quiz, i was calm the whole time after that until my name was called. Like wtf??! Your basic guy will be a leader???! Hello!!! So i chat people, asked them if it was a good thing (course it was!!!? So dumb right?!). And then, i asked another leader and she agreed to my argument that we should only be divided into six instead of seven as what dean has decided. So i chatted dean (pic below). I just accepted the role half-heartedly.

As leaders, we should be hiring people for our team and we should make pubs. I dont have a canva account to help me do pubs. I made mine at MS ppt HAHAHAHAHAHA but im good so its cute. We were assigned with projects and i get to have the 4-member team. The vacant roles were project maven and liaison officer for a 3-member team. In my pubs, i included scrummaster as position to be filled, cause who am i to lead?! So yeah, that's it. I did the pubs Wednesday and I submitted my resume Thursday (third to the last hahahaha but my resume's cute hahaha).

Thursday. So i had this invite by a classmate to join the Shell event long time ago. He was reaching out for someone to ask Dean for his approval because Dean did not replied to the email he sent. So, i volunteered. I really want this competition cause this will be my first and maybe last competition as a UP student. So i DMed dean and blah blah blah he asked for selection process. I relayed the message and apologize to them for being me because i was thinking that it was me who made him come up with the decision of having the team be selected. Like, wtf i was just asking for his approval. Getting kicked out of the team was not my intention. Those whom i chatted that night were telling me that it wasn't my fault blah blah blah. So i half-heartedly agreed to them.

Friday came, yesterday, the interview. I am very anxious for someone who will be the one asking the applicants lmao. I already have been interviewed before for college applications and somehow remember the feeling, nerve wracking, whatever. To calm my nerves, i listed questions which i never got to ask properly btw, but at least i have concrete ideas on what to ask. The first interviewee was my very closed friend and so we just laugh and laugh and laugh HAHAHAHAHA. IDK if dean saw it but who cares. And the next and next and next. 3:30 passed by fast and guess what??? YOUR BASIC GUY HAS THE MOST NUMBER OF APPLICANTS TO THE POINT THAT DEAN CUT MY LIST. IT WAS EXHAUSTING BUT VERY FLATTERING. I FEEL SO HONORED. i really thought and very scared at the thought that no one will apply to me but wtf, just wtf. Ranking my applicants was damn hard. 1 i have a dream team but one was cut by dean; 2 this could make my friends mad; 3 this will be the group for the whole year; 4 i am really exhausted. But still, i submitted the list. I was hoping for the people i chose to choose me back. Only two out of three did, i am forever grateful.

Still on Friday, the classmate who invited me to the Shell thing and Dean had a zoom call and discussed about the competition. That classmate told dean what i told him the other day that i might be the reason for the decision of having the selection process done. He told me this through a voice memo, katamad daw magtype. A voice message that i played over and over again. Dean actually find me interesting (?), Invested (?) Idk exactly but the classmate told me na 'may nakikita daw talaga sya sayo. Na grabe ka ka-practical as a person like yung ideas mo daw sa plant design napakasimple lang pero napaka practical to the point daw na madami nag apply sayo kanina. And then, you need more confidence lang daw talaga' so ig, you basic guy is a practical guy now. It's just flattering.

Now, whatever happens, i must meet those expectations right? This could be a lousy motivation but what is if there's none? I dont know why im writing this. I just thought i should get my thoughts out. Ver 2.0? Turning point? Let's just do good 😌

PS I put this on my bio on FB, guess im getting more public, and if you happened to read this because you saw the link on my bio, send me a message about you thoughts.

PPS if your initials are JTZC, these have been my week and i miss you even though you're not interested in me anymore, you are hard to forget

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skinnyghosttears · 4 years ago

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April 28, 2021

1:48 am

Guess who just realised that her brother's birthday next week? This means a good thing and a bad thing:

I have to bake the cake and I have to eat it.

I'll figure out a solution but holy shit.

I weighted myself before bed and I lost over 0,3kg since this morning, so im slowly coming back but I still feel like a whale.

9:10 am

I phisically feel better but im so scared of the scale.

10:19 am

Lost 1kg since yesterday morning, but Im still 1,6kg over friday's weight.

The driver instructor just called me changing the time of the lesson, I planned to go for a really big walk after it but now Im not sure I have enough time. Still, I can do a normal one or just exercise at home, but Im really enoying staying outside. Ig I'll do the big walk tomorrow (it should rain but who cares at this point)

Soooo I was thinking about doing a real food log here, I know I already write a lot (thanks to who like my posts everytime 💗) and maybe it will be a boring thing for me to do because I have to rewrite it a second time.

1:00 pm

Lost another 0,25kg, god I wish I can go back to normal before my brother birthday but Im really scared its not possible.

I also dont want to go to my therapist tomorrow, I feel so awful and I dont want to talk.

2:00 pm

Its getting hard to stay strict, but its ok... when I'll reach a number under 60kg again I'll go back to eat at least 800...

6:17 pm

Just came back from the drive lesson, Im exausted but the woman that work there (she didnt see me in the last 2 months) asked me if I lost weight and my brain just went ✨💖🥰🥺🌸💫 for like 10 seconds. Im gonna finish my monster and go to exercise a little.

8:00 pm

Burned 400kcal on the cyclette, plus 120 from walking during the day. Idk, maybe Im gonna walk after dinner too, I feel really sad for literally no reason since Im feeling the hunger again and my head start to spinning again when I stand up.

9:40 pm

Rescheduled my sppointment with the therapist, I allowed myself to eat some blueberries after dinner and a diet coke because im craving food so much, I think im over 500 but for just some calories, I hope to see a lower number tomorrow...

11:12 pm

I decided to eat ice cream for lunch this sarurday (made with only strawberries and yogurt) so I spent last gour cutting them for freeze them. Mplan for tomorrow is to burn 1000kcal in the morning on the cyclette and then go for the big walk in the afternoon, so like, another 400kcal for sure. Maybe I'll let myself eat a little bit more, but stull under 600. Just for, idk, dont randomly faint in the middle of nowhere. Still a thing to decide tomorrow. Idk how Im feeling rn, I regret that diet coke because I feel full of air rn.

#ana #thinspiration #thinspo #thin #skinny #ed #eating disorder #eating diary #eating problems

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mirclealignr · 5 years ago

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Current WIP Requests!

Just showing y’all what’s to come!

And keeping myself organised so I don’t lose anything! Requests are still open! (And just so you know I accept more than just Remus and Sirius hahah)

Who I write for • Prompt List #1 • Prompt List #2 •

Remus x Reader requested by @emmaloo21 ~ REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!?!?! Oh my gosh, maybe a Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders Era, where reader gets into a fight with a Slytherin or something gets severely injured due to a unfair attack? So he comes and visits her in the hospital wing?

Sirius x Reader requested by anon ~ Heyy could you please write a sirius x reader where Sirius lashes out and calls the reader unimportant and then the reader doesnt talk to him for a few weeks and sirius realises what he said and regrets it. Im sorry if this is too specific. I love your your work btw❤❤

Harry Potter

Harry x reader requested by @mischiefsemimanaged Hey, I’d love to be added to your tag list! Also have a request: a Harryxreader where y/n’s embarrassed about her surgery scars. I’m having another surgery Friday and I wish I had a Harry lol. No worries if you don’t have time, love your work! Thanks so much!!

Charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ can i request a Charlie Weasley x reader where they were best friends w mutual pining at hogwarts but did nothing about it but they reuinte at the quidditch world cup bc arthur invites the reader since they remain close w the weasleys?? and they get together after when the reader stays at the burrow or whatever you want really!!! thank you so much!!

Seveurs (golden era) x Order!reader requested by @purpledragonturtles ~ Could you write a adult! Severus x Order member!Reader one shot in which they argue with each other, both unaware that the other is flirting with them. I don't know why but I picture Snape as a teasing kind of flirter. Of course, please some fluff (and angst) at the end

Draco x reader (part 2) requested by @patton-fielder ~ Hey sweetie! Could I get a part 2 to that heart breaking Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader request I asked for? Using 2, 7, and 8 from the fluff section? (All of them said by Draco preferably as an apology) i love ya so much ♥ stay safe! - prompt list 1

James x Slytherin!reader requested by anon ~ Hey luv, just saw that your requests are open again YES! Maybe on with james where the reader is pureblood and Slytherin and they met at a gala or something, he invites her for a dance andddd i dont really know i trust your amazing talent eheh Sorry to bother thanks in advance xxx

Marauders x short!reader requested by @remibarnes22 ~ Hiya honey, can I request a short reader and marauders fic where they’re looking after her? Like against bullies and tall things. Good ol’ fluff ❤️❤️ thanks xxx

remus x reader requested by @screaming123 ~ Im a self indulgent slut so maybe a remus fic taking care of reader after a bad day? If requests are still open ofc Hope youre having a fantastic day/night/both! 💗

regulus x reader requested by anon ~ Fluff 6, misc 8 with regulus pls 👀 prompt list 1

draco x reader requested by @the--queen-of-hell ~ May I request 2 and 15 from the fluff prompts for draco x reader? Thanks in advance (if you need me to be more specific, I can send another ask!) 😊💖💕 prompt list 2

remus x reader requested by anon ~ remus x reader soulmate 4 (both emotional and physical with more emotional pain for reader)

weasley twin x reader requested by @dreamer821 ~ Soulmate 4 & 5 (or either really!) with one of the twins??? 🙈🧡 prompt list 2

charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ hey sweetie!! congrats on reaching your goal, its very well deserved!! can i please, if its not a problem, request fluff no. 7 w (you guessed it) charlie weasley?? thank you so much 🥰

fred x reader requested by anon ~ Can I request a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader is Angelina's twin sister and Fred and George flirt with them all the time? Thank you!

harry potter x reader requested by anon ~ Hello dear! Can I request a harry potter x reader where the reader is just like Lily Evans and everyone who knew her has a soft spot for her because she reminds them of Lily? Also the reader has been friends with Harry since first year and they are in love with each other and everyone low-key loves seeing them together because they remind them of James and Lily?this idea sounded cute in my mind. Have a good day/night 💕

james x reader requested by anon ~ Okay for the james one from prompt list 2 fluff 5 6 12 13 BEAUTIFUL CMON eheheh love you xx

george x reader requested by anon ~ can i request hufflepuff!reader secretly leaving a cookie/cupcake + a small note for the weasley twins and they love the gesture but fred/george especially adores it bc it reminds him of home then they try to find out who it is and date them 😉 thanks

sirius x reader requested by anon ~ Could you do a Sirius x Gryffindor girl. Mutual pining for years but both are too stubborn to admit it till their 6th year when James and Remus tease him into finally admitting it to her. He does something rlly big and public but soft to admit his feelings.

draco x hufflepuff!reader requested by @bforbroadway ~ Hey! Could I request a soulmate AU (the one where whatever you draw on yourself is in your soulmate) Draco x hufflepuff!reader, and Draco just constantly has little flowers and rainbows and cats and hearts, and just overall cuteness, all over his arms? Just really fluffy 💕 Only do it if you think it will be fun, and keep doing great!

neville x reader requested by anon ~ 2 things 1) ur epic 2) can i have a neville x reader where neville is the herbology professor and reader is the care of magical creatures professer? do what you would like, i just think that would be cool again, ur awseome Lena

Headcannon for remus x reader requested by anon ~ Hey girl 👋 can I ask for a headcanon ? Reader being in love with Remus Lupin but him falling in love with her twin (not identical ofcourse) and dating the twin . Thank you ! Sorry if you don’t like the ask, I’m a sucker for angst and hurt! fics

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ heyy, are you taking hc requests? cause i think i'd be really nice a head canon of the marauders meeting reader's (who is a muggleborn) parents

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ hey! can i get a headcanon of the marauders having a big fight w the reader (they are wrong, but they only realize later) and then apologizing, angst but fluff at the end?:))) thanks

Sherlock

moriarty x reader x mycroft requested by anon ~ Hiii!!! Can I please request a moriarty x reader x mycroft where reader is moriarty’s partner and she’s mad at moriarty for spending all of his time on his game with sherlock so she decides to play with mycroft to get moriarty’s attention?! Sorry if I couldn’t explain it properly english isn’t my first language! Thanksss!

Mycroft x reader requested by anon ~ What about Mycroft x reader misc. 13? prompt list 1

Marvel

Steve x Avenger!reader requested by ~ @kitkatkl ~ Oooh, are your requests back open? If so, I'd like to request a Steve x avenger!reader where they like each other and the team orchestrates a game like truth or dare to make the reader admit it in some way (because I doubt steve would be down for t/d id he cant even get drunk. If you do do it, you can decide what's the truth/dare that makes them admit their feelings. 💙💙❤💙💙❤

loki x reader requested by anon ~ “Don’t go” as well as “We aren’t meant to be” and “It’s for your own good” with Loki? Maybe ending in fluff somehow? ~ prompt list 1

loki x reader requested by @mojofun ~ So can I ask a soulmate prompt for Loki? (The prompt about the mark)

Undecided Character

Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 (thehumanistsdiary)

What if, hear me out, “Why can’t I stop crying?” from the first prompt list, and “I let you hurt me because I thought you would hurt less” from the second? For either Draco or Severus? (anon)

requested by @thehumanistsdiary ~ Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 ~ prompt list 2

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stovetuna · 5 years ago

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Imagine Steve/Avengers walking in to Tony entertaining two soldiers in the common room and being really confused because Tony??? Despises the military??? But then find out that those two soldiers are actually from the “fun-vee” way back in IM 1 and Tony’s fitting them with prosthetics.

ahhh this has been stuck in my head for DAYS anon! I don’t necessarily agree with the assessment that Tony hates the military, per se (doing business with the military and the military industrial complex, however, and all that that toxic shit entails, definitely yes), BUT it’s such a heartbreaking/warming concept I had to run with it! I think I got it right with Air Force vs Army, but the movie was kinda vague—I’m going off of the fact that the driver said “I’m an airman,” which you would not say if you were in the Army.

and since the airmen (and woman) Tony was traveling with in the Fun-Vee are canonically deceased, I thought I’d have Tony do something…well, Extremely Tony™ to compensate…

(::whispers:: also we’re just gonna pretend that the Bucky-killed-Tony’s-parents-revelations of Cap 2/3 aren’t a thing in this vaguely alternate MCU universe. la-di-da, la-di-da…)

***

It’s not surprising to walk into the Avengers common area and see Tony Stark working on something no one can quite comprehend. That’s par for the course, really, as commonplace as days that end in Y. Machines, phones, tablets, watches, the toaster after Hulk pressed the cancel button a little too hard—they’ve seen Tony futzing with just about everything that exists in the Tower (and some things that don’t—couldn’t—exist anywhere else except where Tony is).

What the team isn’t expecting when the elevator doors open onto the communal floor that sunny Tuesday afternoon is a living room scattered with men and women in various states of modest undress, all of whom immediately pivot in place to take stock of the new arrivals. Three men, one woman, and in the middle of their protective circle is Tony, eyes blazing with the same thrill of invention he often gets in the lab, a pair of needle-nose pliers clenched in his teeth.

Steve in particular notices the way Tony looks, because he’s developed a bad habit of doing that over the past year and change, and he’s kind of helpless at this point. Tony’s backlit by the afternoon sun, preoccupied with whatever he’s doing with the strange woman’s arm to distraction, and Steve can’t be judged too harshly—anyone with eyes would drag theirs over the exposed muscles of Tony’s arms, the shift and flex of his shoulders, the firm taper of his waist, the pronounced curve of his a—

“Are we, uh, interrupting something?” Clint has to shout to be heard above the music blasting from all corners of the room.

Tony looks up from his work and waves his free hand, the one that isn’t wrist-deep in what looks remarkably like a prosthetic arm. He makes a ‘cut it off’ motion to his neck before taking the pliers out of his mouth while FRIDAY lowers the rock music to a dull background hum.

“Hey! Sorry, I tried to keep it to the lab, but these guys wanted to see where the Avengers hang out, and I couldn’t say no.”

Steve tears his eyes away from Tony (who should really work the sweaty-and-disheveled-mechanic look more often) to take in the others in the room with him. It’s a panorama of people, and the first thing Steve notices, besides their more obvious differences, is how comfortable they all are with each other, to the point that walking in on this moment feels invasive, almost rude.

The four are all of remarkably different builds and backgrounds, not a similarity between them: an African American man, no taller than Steve was before the serum, sits on the couch; a white man, thin as a rake and twice as tall, is reaching for a glass of water on the coffee table; an Asian American man, whose shoulders are somehow even broader than Steve’s, stands rigidly next to Tony, arms folded across his chest; and the lone woman, whose glossy black hair is wound tightly in a bun at the back of her head. Steve notes the beautifully elaborate Native American tattoo covering the expanse of her shoulders and upper back.

Then Steve notices the high-and-tights, the form-fitting, drab beige shirts they’re all wearing, the combat boots lined up behind the loveseat, and he realizes, much like he did with Sam that morning in DC, oh—these are my people.

“Ah, well, welcome to the octagon!” Clint says with an easy smile, stepping forward to shake hands and say hello like a normal human being. Natasha gives Steve one of her looks before she and Sam follow him into the living room—I don’t know any more than you do.

Bruce, Wanda, and Vision stay behind with Steve to let the first wave through. Steve watches his teammates greet the airmen without fanfare, welcoming strangers into their private midst like it’s routine.

“Didn’t know y’all would be around, else we would’ve stayed outta sight.”

Sam laughs, clapping the sitting man on the shoulder. “Dude, if Tony told us you were here, I would have come downstairs and bugged you, myself.”

“Sure, PJ—you just wanted to see what real Air Force muscle looks like,” the man grins, flexing his barrel chest hard enough to strain his shirt. Sam guffaws and gives him a friendly punch to the shoulder, which the man returns in kind with a fist to the kidney.

Clint is already deep in conversation with the redheaded beanpole, who talks so fast it’s dizzying; Natasha is standing next to the third man, keeping her eyes forward, and together they watch Tony disappear back into his work, muttering things back and forth to each other, so quiet even Steve can’t hear.

“I think all is clear,” Vision says smoothly, drifting forward with Wanda, who is visibly fascinated by the woman’s tattoo until she steps into the throng and sees something that makes her face fall.

Steve moves forward, curious and worried in equal measure. Bruce is hot on his heels.

“—I mean it’s crazy right? It’s crazy, Tony Stark, Tony Stark calls us up out of the blue one day and says ‘You’ll be waiting six months to a year for a decent repair job, let alone a complete replacement, and I owe you guys, come on by Avengers Tower—”

Redhead is gabbing excitedly, gesticulating like Tony does when he’s in the mad depths of an invention binge. Steve sees the glint of metal and hears the whir of mechanisms working smoothly together in tandem and realizes both of the man’s hands are prosthetic.

“Oh man! Oh, man! Captain, sir, wow, it’s—fuck, shit, my mama would kill me for swearing in front of you, fucking—shit, sorry, fuck—ah, damn it!”

Steve smiles and introduces himself—Corporal Bill Levee, apparently, is just as talkative up close. For all that his hand is made of metal, his grip feels remarkably, tangibly real.

While Bill goes back to talking compound bows with Hawkeye, Steve looks at the man on the couch. Sam and Vision are now sitting on either side of him: both of his legs end at mid-thigh, and in their place are what look like brand-new metal limbs, designed to match his proportions exactly. The metal is dark, shiny, beautiful. He looks thrilled. He looks even more excited when Steve approaches, leaps to his feet and doesn’t even balk at the fact that Steve is a head and change taller than him and a superhero—he just steps right up to Steve and jabs him once in the shoulder with a grin.

“Captain Rogers,” he says, and sticks out his hand. Steve shakes it. The man points a thumb at himself: “Captain Freddy Harrison. A little after your time, sir, but an honor to meet you regardless.”

Bill is still talking a mile a minute behind him; Freddy sits back down on the couch and lets Steve continue his “Captain America Meet-and-Greet” but makes him promise to come back and swap stories, which Steve does, happily, even as his mind whirls. How does Tony know these people? Why are they here? Where did these prosthetics come from?

Bruce has joined Natasha, standing apart from the rest to talk to her and her new friend. Steve stops to say hello, as is only right, waiting until he’s entered the man’s line of sight to do so. Only then does he realize that the man has no line of sight, because both of his eyes are prosthetic.

“I’m not completely blind, Captain,” he says, voice low but good-humored. Next to him, Natasha smothers a smile behind her hand.

“Steve, this is Sergeant Daniel Kwon,” Bruce offers. The sergeant smirks and extends a hand—the eyes in his sockets look incredibly lifelike, but don’t move even a fraction of a millimeter. They gleam, still, with an uncanny sense of knowing. Steve has a sneaking suspicion they see more than enough and match his original eyes perfectly.

“I’ll still make an exception in your case, Sergeant Kwon,” Steve replies, shaking his hand, “for not saluting a ranking officer.”

Dan chuckles under his breath.

“Let’s see your battlefield commission and then we’ll talk rank, sir,” he says.

“Ugh, men.”

Steve turns around, and there’s Tony, flipping shut a panel high on the woman’s left arm with a smile. He pockets the pliers and drags the back of his forearm across his glistening forehead. Somewhere in the back of Steve’s mind, a saxophone is blaring.

Honestly, the intrusive thoughts he could deal with, but the fact that Tony looks this good after hours of hard labor really isn’t fair.

“Seriously, barely two minutes in and you military guys are at it like frat bros at a kegger.” Tony looks sidelong at the woman, who rolls her shoulders with a pop and a groan. “How do you manage?”

“Easy,” she says, “I let them drink until they pass out and then I run back to the women’s barracks with all their clothes so they have to walk across the TOC butt-naked.”

“I think we need to compare our respective strategies,” Natasha says, taking Wanda’s arm on her way to greet the other woman. “This is Wanda; I’m Natasha.”

The woman turns to face them. Her features are striking in a way that makes Steve think of old friends from the war, men he met on those rare occasions he had leave. He’d listen to Native American Code Talkers tell stories of land and legacy and home, stories older than anything Steve had ever known. He’d never been so humbled.

“Delores,” she replies, shaking their hands. “But please, call me Del, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Steve looks at Tony, who giggles—giggles—and mouths ‘Umbridge.’ Del must have ears like a bat, because she smacks him smartly with her prosthetic arm and Tony yelps before devolving into outright laughter. Steve could watch and listen to Tony laugh—that big, gut-wrenching cackle Tony thinks is unattractive but Steve thinks makes Tony look like happiness personified—all day.

The conversation devolves quickly from there, and within a couple of excitable minutes, the airmen are eager to get a look at the Avengers’ game room. They pile into the elevator, talking animatedly over each others’ heads, placing bets and picking teams as the doors close.

In their wake, Steve’s ears are buzzing, and he realizes with a jolt that he’s now alone. With Tony.

It happens often enough that the fact itself isn’t jarring, but something about being alone with disheveled-frazzled-happy-sweaty Tony sets Steve’s nerves on high alert. Tony is loose-limbed and relaxed, moving in and out of Steve’s space as he picks his way around the living room barefoot, looking for discarded tools.

“There you are,” he coos at a tiny device that looks remarkably like a laser pointer. Knowing Tony, it’s probably a real laser. He pockets it, assumably to put away later (or fish out of the laundry at the last minute).

“Who are those people, Tony?”

“Friends of friends,” Tony replies. Steve also knows Tony well enough to recognize his I am being deliberately vague voice when he hears it.

“Uh-huh.” Steve sits on the arm of the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him. “And who are they really?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Me,” Steve says gently, scratching his palms with dulled fingernails. “They’re strangers, and they’re in our home. I think if you were in my shoes you’d want to know.”

Tony stoops to pick up and pocket what looks like a dissected nine-volt battery. Steve kind of wants to ask, but he’s too distracted by Tony’s ass in those black Levis to ask any cogent questions. Seriously, he wonders, are those painted on?

Only when Tony sighs, and quite heavily, that Steve realizes this was more than just a friendly house call (of sorts) on Tony’s part. He watches Tony stand up, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows bright with the glow of sunset, and admires the way Tony suits the view so perfectly. He looks good all the time, but like this—skin burnished gold, brown eyes honeyed by the light—he’s something else. Someone Steve wants, desperately, but like most things in his life, knows he’s not allowed to have. Tony Stark is beyond him in so many ways. Reaching for him seems futile, so Steve stays on the ground, and looks.

Tony fidgets nervously with a mini Phillips Head screwdriver, twiddling it in his long, clever fingers as he stares out the windows at the city sprawled out beneath them.

“They’re from the same company as the guys in the convoy I was with when I—when they—” his voice sputters out before he can say the words. Steve doesn’t push. He doesn’t say anything. He just waits for Tony to gather himself. It’s one of the hardest lessons he’s had to learn about Tony Stark—sometimes it’s better to let him get a handle on himself, rather than jump in and try to handle Tony for him. It doesn’t change the fact that Steve wants nothing more than to hold his hand, now that it’s hanging at his side like its string was just cut. “A while back I dug into Air Force records, talked to Rhodey, got some names. Five people died in the hit that was meant for me. I figured, the least I could do was find five of their closest buddies who needed help.”

Tony glances back at Steve—the little smile on his lips could break Steve’s heart if he let it.

“And I’ve heard you talk about how convoluted the VA is when it comes to services and benefits and whatnot. I figured, my tech probably took their limbs, I should cut out the middle man and give them new ones, myself.”

Something in Steve’s heart shifts irrevocably before kicking into a whole new gear. By the end of the sentence, Steve knows he’s going to do something incredibly rash, the only question is when.

Funny—ten minutes ago he was coming back from a team exercise, prepared to give Tony a friendly but firm talking-to about missing it, and instead here he is, breathless, heart racing, sitting and listening to Tony talk humbly about fixing people because he knows it’s the right thing to do. Because it’s the least he can do. And isn’t that the wildest understatement Steve’s ever heard?

As if anything about Tony Stark could ever possibly be least.

“You built them all those prosthetics?”

“Top of the line!” Tony smirks, saluting Steve with his Phillips Head. “Nothing more high tech in any of them than a heart rate monitor and some other odds and ends—no rocket launcher eyes, don’t worry. I kept my baser urges in check with these.”

“It’s good,” Steve blurts out, too loud and too fast. Tony inhales sharply, fingers clenching around the screwdriver hard enough his knuckles go white. Steve feels his face go hot and groans. “I mean, what you did—what you’re doing—is good, Tony. It’s really generous of you to do that for those guys.”

Steve crosses his arms across his chest to make himself feel safer, more contained. If he doesn’t, who knows where these ridiculous feelings might go. He feels silly enough as it is, blushing and stammering while dressed in his uniform, sans helmet. Even Tony’s probably wondering why he’s wasting his time talking to a red-white-and-blue fossil when he could be downstairs destroying Clint and the others at pool or showing the airmen around the tower, giving them the bells-and-whistles tour.

Tony looks at the floor, away from Steve. Steve feels it like a physical thing, Tony pulling away, retreating, wanting to hide. Amazing, how a man who almost literally wears his heart on his sleeve still thinks he doesn’t have one.

“Yeah, well,” Tony mutters, “it’s good practice, anyways.”

Steve’s thoughts grind to a halt.

“Practice for what?”

Tony starts moving around, shuffling back and forth across the living room floor, looking for something that probably isn’t there. Steve knows when Tony is avoiding eye contact with him—it happens often enough.

“Just a pet project, nothing major. Hey, have you seen my cable knife anywhere?”

“Did you leave it on the floor? Tony…”

“I know, I know, the only thing worse is Legos, but I was busy! You can’t blame me for—OW FUCK!”

Like a shot, Steve is up and holding on to Tony so he doesn’t hop backwards into the glass coffee table. One arm wrapped around his back and the other hand on his bicep, Steve steadies Tony as Tony searches underfoot for whatever hurt him.

He comes up with a magnet the size of a dime.

“Ha,” Tony wheezes. “Speaking of Legos.” He drops it into his pocket along with the laser pointer and whatever else is in there and hangs his head. Rubbing his brow, Tony says: “God. I could sleep for a week after today.”

Steve keeps holding Tony. He should let go, but opportunities like this so rarely present themselves. Plus, Tony feels so good under his hands, strong and warm and just small enough to envelope in a hug if Steve let himself, if Tony wanted him to, and Tony does look dead on his (adorable, bare) feet…

“What else have you been working on today? This pet project?”

“Hah?” Tony breathes, still wincing slightly from stepping on the magnet. “Oh yeah. For Bucky, when you find him. Ow, motherfucker, that hurt…”

The thing about being in Tony Stark’s presence is, it’s so easy to lose the plot. Tony’s mind moves faster than Steve could ever hope to match, mentally or physically; he’s always one pace behind, catching up. It’s fine, though; he actually kind of likes it, being challenged the way Tony challenges him, delighting in the push-pull of their banter and debates, the way Tony teaches him about science and tech and the 21st century without being condescending. Steve gets to a point where he thinks he knows Tony, how he operates, how his brain works—then moments like this happen, and it’s like he’s sprinted smack into a brick wall.

“What?”

“Bucky, you said—are you designing a new arm? For Bucky?”

Tony seems to notice their position at that exact moment. Steve feels him blaze with heat where his hands are touching Tony’s bare skin.

“Uh. Maybe?” At Steve’s look, Tony bites his lip and sighs. “Fine. Yeah, I am. Can you blame me? The thought of Sputnik wandering around the tower with that Cold War-era paperweight hanging off him when I’ve got brand-spanking-new, finely-tuned StarkTech all but ready to go? Perish, Steve, perish the thought.”

Tony is smiling up at him from his place in Steve’s arms, relaxed now, almost leaning into him, and all Steve can think is, he belongs here.

“What’s that face?” Tony asks, curious but still smiling. He pokes Steve in the middle of the forehead with a cheeky grin. “Keep frowning like that, your face’ll stick.”

When, apparently, is right now.

When Steve reaches up and takes Tony’s hand, he gets to watch Tony’s thoughts run into the wall, for once.

When he weaves their fingers together, he gets to watch Tony’s mouth click shut and his eyes go wide. Super-hearing means he can count the beats of Tony’s racing heart without having to feel them. Steve’s telegraphing every movement, every feeling, as much as he possibly can now that words seem to have escaped him.

He must manage okay, because the look that passes over Tony’s face is the same one Steve’s seen in the mirror a thousand times since the day he realized he was halfway in love with Tony Stark: wonder, one part lost, one part found.

When he leans down, slowly, Steve gets to watch Tony’s beautiful eyes flicker and shut. He counts the dark lashes where they rest on Tony’s high cheekbones, breathes in his smell and listens to the shudder in his exhale before drawing him in for a kiss that draws everything else to a quiet, blissful blank.

When Tony pushes his fingers up into Steve’s hair, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck, Steve drops his arms around Tony’s waist and pulls him in close with a soft groan. He’s warm and messy and still holding that damn screwdriver, but he kisses Steve soft and eager like it’s the only thing he wants to do for the rest of his life, folds himself into Steve’s embrace like he wants to build a home right there in his arms.

One day Steve will tell him he already did, a long time ago, and it wasn’t the least of anything.

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miidnightglosss · 4 years ago

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Boston Tea Party - Part 2 (Jacquelyn Marek - Chapter 1)

Jacquelyn Marek - Chapter 1

It was a rainy Saturday night, the one right after the eventful Friday afternoon before. The rusty black Mazda rolled into the driveway of Feminine Vanilla. Its neon pink lights flickered outside the building as disproportionate women and men were way too old to be out on their own walk in and out of the doors.

Viola Kilduff put her lipstick in her purse as she looked over at her friend. "You sure you wanna do this?"

Jackie looked up from her phone. "I don't exactly have a ton of options."

"Yes, you do."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm getting paid for shaking my ass. Why wouldn't anyone stop doing it for free?"

Jackie side. She doubted that she truly had a chance, but if all else failed here...

"Whatever. Let's just go."

The two girls stepped out of the car. Their heels clicked hard against the pavement as they made their way inside, gaining looks from nearby customers. Both had worn red bottoms (that Viola had stolen) and matching black outfits, Viola's a slip dress and Jackie's a co-ord of a cropped spaghetti string tank top and mini skirt.

Viola held open the door as her younger, shorter friend stepped inside. "Right this way."

As the redhead walked in, she was immediately flooded with neon lights, martini glasses, and almost naked women as far as the eye could see. In a corner a group was bringing their faces down to the table as the others egged them on as they brought their heads back up, a white powder resting on their upper lips. Girls in seven-inch heels slid down poles all across the building, cigarette smoke filling the air.

Viola motioned towards the back. "I'm gonna change. You coming?"

"Not tonight," Jackie said, "I'll just watch."

"Alright. But we gotta come up with some kind of secret password, a'ight? In case things get too uncomfortable for you?"

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Jesus, V, I'm not a little kid, okay? I'm sure I can handle it."

"Yeah, you sure as fuck wouldn't have gotten in here if you was."

"How did we get in, anyway? Like, I'm obviously not old enough to be a dancer--"

"You'd be surprised," Viola sighed. She gestured to a few girls serving drinks, stripping, even herself. "They don't question too much here. As long as she's willing to give 'im a lap dance, they don't complain."

Jackie nodded. "That's the sick and twisted world we live in isn't it?"

"Well. Your parents kicked you out for likin' pussy and you get to live with me now. As far as I'm concerned, this is an absolute win." Jackie raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean, though. Right? Look, safe word is 'avocado'. I'll see you in a bit. If I'm not on that stage in five seconds, Leo will have my ass. Literally." With that, she leaned over to Jackie, kissed both cheeks, and made her way through the crowd, waving to coworkers along the way.

Just for a moment, Jackie felt like a little kid who'd just lost her mom in a grocery store. However, she quickly tossed away those feelings and confidently strutted over to the bar. This is how things had to be now. Any good childhood had been stolen away from her and now she had to turn to any form of money or housing she could get, and with Viola making a thousand in one weekend...

She positioned herself on a barstool. Once she got the bartender's attention, she had ordered a One Night Stand. "Really?" She looked over to a blond man sitting next to her.

"What," she barked, already forgetting the previously established safe word.

The man looked up at her. "If you really want to get drunk, you'll get something with a bit of Spirytus Stawski in it."

Jackie rolled her eyes, returning to her own mind. "I'm pretty sure they don't serve those here."

"Then at least allow me to pay for your drink?"

She scanned the man up and down. He had ivory skin and blond hair to just the very tops of his shoulders. He wore a smirk and possessed unnaturally purple eyes, but they did have an intriguing effect. He wore mostly white, a bold move for someone at a place like this. All joking aside, she found him kind of cute.

"Alright," she said, patting the seat next to her. "Let me talk to you."

He got up and approached her. Only then did Jackie realize how much taller he was to her. He signaled to the bartender that he would cover their drinks and held out a hand to Jackie. "Aleister. Aleister Chamber."

Jackie smirked as she shook his hand. "Jacquelyn Marek. Jackie for short."

"I love it. That's beautiful" Why the fuck did that make me blush? You know anyone here?"

"Um..." Jackie briefly searched the stages. "Her. There." She motioned to Viola, who was sliding up and down a pole in only a pair of hot pink panties and clear high heels.

"Ah," Aleister said, nodding. "Would you ever try that?"

This is one of those many things that Jackie knew that she probably shouldn't do, but was going to do anyway. "I haven't decided yet." She bit her lip and looked Aleister up and down. "Could I put on a show for you sometime?"

He chuckled and leaned closer to Jackie's ear. "Keep that up and it'll be more of a hands-on experience."

Jackie giggled and shyly tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. Her chest began to heat up and it was getting a bit warmer between her legs. Throbbing, almost. Her breathing began to get a bit heavier but she tried her best to keep it under control. I'm gonna get myself in some deep shit tonight, she thought. And she was completely right.

It all happened in such a blur. Their drinks had arrived, they talked, drank some more. Jackie couldn't even begin to recall how it all lead to her making out with a mysterious man she had just met in the bathroom. She was enjoying herself, though. He was comfortable, but Aleister was still able to get rough with her.

Afterward, they exchanged numbers, saying that they would meet up again. Yeah fucking right, Jackie thought. She's done this routine before, if only once or twice. You love them for a night and leave them forever, or at least a long time.

Aleister left the bathroom, followed by a nonchalant Jackie. She took a seat up front as she watched Viola complete her performance. However, for some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be their last encounter.

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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Soft in Love Part 7

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

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Warning(s): Smut in this chapter! Oral sex (M and F receiving) and unprotected sex!

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Part 7 here we go!!!

On Thursday, Gwilym didn’t come to class. He had Dr. Curtis direct in his absence.

You had been reeling since your almost kiss. What was Gwilym talking about when he said he “couldn’t do this to you”? Do what, exactly? Did that mean his feelings weren’t there and he was only attracted to you? That was disappointing to think about. Or was he talking about the risks of such a relationship? Obviously, he wouldn’t want to get you into trouble, and you didn’t want that for him, either. But why couldn’t he just say so?

The most frustrating part of your hurt feelings was that you could express them to no one. You didn’t want to tell Sloan because you thought she might judge you a bit. And you sure as shit couldn’t talk to Andrew. He was barely talking to you at all, except for in class when he had to. You considered calling your mother, but you knew she would probably faint at hearing your interest in a man in his thirties. So there you were, heartbroken and isolated.

It was difficult to go through each day like it was normal. You smiled when Sloan told stories and forced laughter here and there. But your heart wasn’t in it. You needed to understand why Gwilym had done what he did. Only, you were sure he wouldn’t come early to class any more to give you an opportunity to ask.

On Friday, you sat in the library, pondering when you could confront him. The idea of it made you queasy with nerves, but it had to be done. That way, you could move on. If moving on was what you both wanted to do.

You opened your notebook and double checked the syllabus. Gwilym said when he first arrived that he would be maintaining Dr. Bennett’s office hours. Those were on Mondays and Fridays between two and four in the afternoon. You checked your watch. It was one-thirty. Stuffing your notebook back in your bag, you left, heading across campus to get your closure.

Gwilym sat at his desk, staring at the email from his agent, heart completely torn. There was a part he was up for, only filming would begin before the semester was over, and they were shooting in London. While that once would have thrilled him, things were different. He had made a commitment to this, and he would feel terrible if he left the class. On the other hand, it was the perfect excuse to get away from you. Not that getting away from you was what he wanted. He just thought it would be easier to deal with his feelings if he wasn’t seeing you so often.

He checked the clock. He had about half an hour before office hours started, so he picked up his phone and called the one person he had talked to about this. Joe.

“Hello?” Joe said when he picked up.

“Joe, I need some advice,” Gwilym said.

He explained the whole scenario. And what he considered were the pros and cons of each. Joe listened carefully and took a few moments to answer.

“Well, I don’t think you should bail on the class,” Joe said. “As convenient a solution to the whole Y/N problem as that would be, it’s not fair to the rest of them. They already lost one teacher, it’ll suck if you backed out too.”

“I know,” Gwilym replied. “I shouldn’t even consider it, I just…”

“You want what’s best for her, I get it,” he said. “But it’s not like anything has happened. Why the sudden urge to run away?”

Gwilym told him what took place in the auditorium.

“Damn, Gwil!” Joe laughed. “That’s the opposite of what we talked about!”

“I know!” Gwilym cried. “I just - fuck - she’s irresistable. Every time I try to close myself off she looks at me and I just melt. I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, taking the part isn’t the solution,” Joe said. “And she’s probably really confused right now. My advice at this point is to get everything out in the open and clear the air.”

“You’re right,” Gwilym agreed. “It’s not going to be an easy conversation.”

“No, it isn’t, but you can do it,” Joe said. “I believe in you.”

“Your faith is inspiring,” Gwilym teased. “But I’ve gotta go, office hours are about to start.”

“Good luck, Gwil,” Joe said before hanging up.

Gwilym set his phone down, looked at the email again and sighed.

You walked to Gwilym’s office slowly, your heart racing. It was terrifying to think he might reject you, but you needed answers. You had to get this sorted out or you’d go crazy. You took a deep breath and then knocked on the door.

“Come in!” Gwilym called from the other side.

With a shaking hand, you turned the knob and opened the door. He was staring hard at his computer screen and had not seen you yet.

“Gosh, Gwilym, don’t think so hard,” you joked. “I think I can smell your hair burning.”

You forced an awkward laugh as he turned eyes on you and stiffened.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey,” he returned. “Um, close the door.”

You did. It clicked softly shut and you took a seat on the other side of the desk.

“So, what are you thinking so hard about?” you asked.

“I’ve got an offer for a part,” he said.

“That’s great!” you said excitedly.

He shook his head. “Not really. It’s sort of last minute and the schedule interferes with the semester.”

“Oh,” you said. “Well, are you going to take it?”

“I was considering it,” he said.

Silence hung between you for a moment. It had never been so awkward, and you hated this feeling.

“I’m turning it down,” he finally said, breaking some of the tension.

You looked at him and held his gaze.

“There are things…” he began. “People….that compel me to stay where I am.”

Your breath seemed to leave you in that moment.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you said quietly.

He heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look, Y/N, I know you’re to talk about what happened, and I should start by saying I’m sorry if you’ve been hurt by my actions,” he said, looking at you again. “I only ever want what’s best for you.”

“I understand,” you said. “But I like you, Gwilym. I really like you and I can’t pretend that I don’t anymore.”

Gwilym’s heart was being stretched so far in two directions he was surprised it hadn’t split. One side was urging him to kiss you now and the other was telling him to keep his distance. Both parts were due to how much he liked you.

“My feelings are the same,” he said. “But we must go on pretending. It’s too big a risk.”

You stood up. You felt unusually bold now that you knew your feelings were reciprocated. You walked around the desk and took his hand.

“I’m not scared,” you said. “I just want you.”

Gwilym also got to his feet. He looked down at you as you stepped closer. You looked so beautiful in that dress and cardigan. He swallowed. He was quickly losing his resolve.

“Y/N,” he said. “This is already difficult. Please…”

He stopped when you closed the distance between you, pressing your body into his. He nearly winced as he felt your breasts against his chest.

“Gwilym,” you said, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Kiss me. Please. Just once.”

Any walls he had put up between you were blasted away. His hands came up to cradle your face and he lowered his lips to yours. Softly, tenderly, they moved together. You deepened the kiss when you stood on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You let out a soft whine into his mouth and he stepped back.

You stood before him, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“We shouldn’t,” he said. “We can’t, it’s not allowed.”

“I already told you, I’m not afraid!” you said.

“Well, you should be!” he returned. “Think of what could happen. You’ve worked so hard for your scholarship. For everything. You can’t waste it on me!”

“It’s not wasting it!” you shot back. “I’m not afraid of losing any of that. The only thing I am afraid of is leaving here and never again feeling this! What I feel for you!”

“Y/N, please, you deserve -”

“Don’t presume to tell me what do or don’t deserve, Gwilym!” you cut across him. “It’s not about deserving. I want what I want, and that’s you.”

He sighed, looking at your determined face.

“No one can know,” he said.

You beamed as you nodded. He stepped toward you again, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he said, trying not to smile back. “Not Sloan, not Andrew, no one.”

You nodded again, smile widening. “Yes, yes, I understand.”

He got stern, grabbing your chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to focus.

“If you lose all that this close to graduating, I’ll never forgive myself,” he said. “We must be absolutely discreet if we’re going to do this.”

You placed a hand on his chest.

“I know,” you said. “I understand, I really do, but aren’t you a little bit happy?”

He smiled at last.

“Oh, darling,” he said. “I’m thrilled.”

He leaned in and kissed you again. You smiled into this kiss before it quickly became more heated. He lifted you onto his desk and stood between your legs as his mouth devoured yours. His lips trailed across your jaw and then down your neck and you moaned.

You took his hand and placed it on your breast. He squeezed it and you sighed with some relief. The pressure was building between your legs, where you could feel him getting hard against you.

“Fuck,” you sighed, pushing your cardigan off and throwing it into the chair you had occupied just minutes before.

His hands roamed your body, from your breasts, down your sides, to your thighs. You spread them a little wider for him, but he either didn’t get the hint or he wanted to tease you. He just ran his hands up and down, pushing the skirt of your dress up a little more each time. His lips remained on yours. You reached out and started on the buttons of his shirt. He shivered when you pushed it off his shoulders.

“Nice,” you teased as you ran a hand over his body.

He chuckled and kissed you lightly.

“How do I -” he began.

“Zipper’s at the back,” you cut him off.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around you once more and found the zipper of your dress. He slowly pushed it down and you let the sleeves fall from your shoulders. You were so happy you’d chosen not to wear a bra, especially when Gwilym gasped at your appearance.

He wasted no time in bending down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched into him, the sensation driving you crazy. With his hand, he toyed with the other one, and your head fell back as you groaned.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

The low tone of his voice sent a shiver up your spine and heat to your core. You pushed your hips towards him some more while he continued on your tits. You felt him smirk. So, he was teasing you.

“Gwilym,” you whined. “Please.”

“Lie back for me,” he instructed with that stunning smirk still on his lips.

The desk was large enough for you to recline as he said, especially once he pulled your bum right to the edge. You spread your legs wide for him and he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You were wearing plain pink underwear, and on it he saw how wet you were already. He choked back a groan.

He hooked a finger into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs. Then he stuffed them in his pocket. His kissed you all the way up your thighs until you were squirming.

“I want to taste you,” he said as he reached your aching heat. “Is that alright?”

“Be my guest,” you returned.

You had never really had a great experience with guys going down on you. Previous boyfriends had just struggled to get the job done. But you wanted Gwilym more than you had ever wanted anyone else. You hoped that would help.

As Gwilym brought his lips to your slit, you realized it wasn’t you at all. The way he moved his mouth against you made you gasp. It was slow, careful, and deliberate. Each stroke of his tongue was an exploration of you until he finally landed right on your clit.

“Oh!” you cried. “There!”

“Here?” Gwilym teased, flicking it lightly with his tongue.

“Mmm!” you whined and nodded.

He took it between his lips and sucked gently. Your back came off the desk and you cried out so loud, he stopped.

“Shh!” he warned, hovering over you and putting his hand over your mouth. “You want the whole hall to hear?”

You shook your head.

“It just feels so good,” you sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

He pressed his lips to your stomach and trailed back down to your center. Keeping his hand over your mouth, he dove into you. Your muffled cries egged him on. You were writhing on the desk, sending papers to the floor and your knee knocked his cup of pencils over.

You hardly registered any of that. All you could think about was Gwilym’s mouth on you. Every action created a white hot pleasure which only tightened that coil inside you. You had never felt something this good. You were hurtling toward the edge.

Gwilym’s pants felt tighter and tighter as he watched you react to his work with his tongue. He felt you getting wetter, as well. So he brought his free hand to your entrance. With his pointer finger, he began to tease you. He heard you whine again as you bucked toward him. He sank it inside you and your legs stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. You rocked into his hand and he thought he might cum in his pants just from watching you get so aroused by him.

Your walls clamped down around Gwilym’s finger as he pumped it in and out of you. He added a second, to stretch you more, which felt so good you thought you might scream. It was a miracle you hadn’t already. Then he crooked his fingers toward himself, right into your g-spot, and your hand slammed onto the desk as you jolted with need.

The coil was tightening faster and faster as Gwilym worked you up with his mouth and fingers. Your legs began to shake as you reached your peak.

“Oooohhhh, fuck, Gwilym,” you moaned since his hand had lowered to play with your nipples again. “I’m close!”

He could by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop. He maintained his steady pace until finally, your orgasm washed over you. You released a choked cry of his name. You shuddered as it hit you in waves and you rode it out against Gwilym’s face.

He climbed his way back up your body with his mouth. When he reached your lips, he kissed you deeply and you tasted yourself on him. Holy fuck, it was hot. Your hips rutted up against him for more friction.

“Relax, love,” he said gently. “You’re still sensitive.”

“Want me to return the favor?” you asked.

“Later,” he answered. “Catch your breath.”

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

“That was amazing,” you hummed.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, kissing your cheek.

You felt his cock straining against his pants, so you pushed him up. He stood upright and you sat up, immediately going for his belt. One hand cupped him through his trousers while the other worked his belt and button free.

“Y/N, you don’t have to -”

“I want to,” you cut him off.

You tugged the zipper down and together, you pushed his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprung free. It was hard, long, and already leaking precum. You swiped it away with your thumb and began stroking him, tight and fast.

“Ah, Y/N,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

You pressed your lips to his chest.

“Want my mouth?”

He shook his head.

“No - fuck - I need to be inside you,” he sputtered.

You released him. He sounded so lovely and looked stunning with his eyes blown with lust. You smirked, hopped off the desk, turned around, and bent over it. He groaned at the sight.

“God, you’re filthy,” he sighed.

You giggled and wiggled your ass at him.

“Come on, then,” you said. “Come and take it.”

He pressed up against you, and you felt his cock at your entrance. You were aching for him, so you pressed back with your hips demandingly. Then, to your great relief, he pushed inside. He was thicker than you thought, stretching you deliciously. But the best part was how perfectly his tip hit your g-spot. You groaned and gripped the desk as he bottomed out inside you.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he hissed.

“Mmm, fuck, please move,” you whined, pushing further into him.

He pulled back out about halfway before slamming into you again. He curved over you, reaching around your hips with his hand until his finger found your clit. You clapped your own hand over your mouth this time. You knew you were about to get loud.

He set a quick, steady pace, chasing release. You were right there with him. Your second orgasm was about to hit you already, sensitive as you were from the first. He kissed you wherever his lips could reach - your back, shoulders, arms, neck. He fucked you strong and deep.

As you reached your peak, he sped up. Your walls fluttered around him at that spring inside you approached release. His cock inside you and his finger on your clit were driving you absolutely wild. You let go of your mouth and held onto the desk again - so hard your knuckles turned white - as Gwilym drove it home.

“Ah - oh God - oh fuck - Gwil - SHIT!” you sobbed as it hit you.

Your eyes rolled back as you began coming down, Gwilym still thrusting. His strokes slowed down as you started to recover, but you felt that he needed more.

“You want my -”

“Mouth?” he finished. “God, yes.”

He pulled out and you winced at the lost contact, but quickly turned around and sank to your knees. You looked up at him and smiled.

“You can cum in my mouth,” you said. “I’ll swallow and everything.”

“Oooohh, God,” he groaned.

You didn’t give him time to say anything else before you opened your mouth wide and took him down. You didn’t want to tease him now, or might have started with just the tip. As it was, he needed his release. You hollowed out your cheeks and began the same rhythm he had given you. You took him as deep as you could, with your hand making up for the difference. His fingers laced through your hair. He didn’t force you faster though. He just held you there.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whined. “I’m gonna - hhhnnngg, fuck!”

His cock twitched in your mouth so you sped up. He gasped and threw his head back in pleasure. Short, breathy moans fell from his lips that were so hot, you rubbed your thighs together. You reached up to massage his balls. He let out a filthy groan and grabbed your head, jutting his hips into you.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried.

He held your held still against him as he finished, painting your throat with his cum. You hummed around him, bobbing your head a couple times to finish him off. As promised, you swallowed it all down. Then you came off him with a grin.

He sank into his chair, panting. Tired as he was, he still pulled you up into his lap. You straddled him, burying your face in his neck. You were both spent now.

“You’re incredible,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“So are you,” you returned. “No one’s ever made me cum like that.”

He chuckled. “I’m honored. You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded. “Better than alright. I could sleep for weeks.”

He laughed again. “I should hope not. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh?” you returned, cocking an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll pick you up from your dorm tonight at nine,” he said. “We’ll go back to mine and make love properly. Then you can stay the night with me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said.

You relaxed against his chest again. You had a few more minutes before you would have to leave, but your heart leapt at the thought of the night. As you toyed with the hair at the nape of Gwilym’s neck, you felt so content. Still, you were not afraid. But he was.

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