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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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Would That I

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: You accidentally ran into someone at a frat party, and she quickly became your best friend. But you fell for her sister, who wouldn’t even give you the time of the day (this is a shitty description)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed, alcohol consumption, small joke of role playing sex, jokes about getting salmonella and dying, slight angst. Let me know if I missed any!

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AN: Came from this request here!

Word Count: 6.8K

You could smell the alcohol and weed in the air before approaching the house. It was Halloween night, and you were going to a frat party with your friends, even though you had zero intention of staying longer than ten minutes. You were just here to ‘shake babies and kiss hands,’ as your friend Miles would say.

He was the one hosting this frat party, so of course, you had to show your support for your friend, even though you hated parties and drinking. He was one of the biggest recruiters for his frat house and very well known across the campus for his promiscuous activities, but he wasn’t your typical frat guy. Yes, he loved to drink, party, and sleep around, but he was a nerd. He had been his high school’s team captain of Scholar Bowl his junior and senior year, and led them to a state championship win. And he was also extremely socially awkward; it pained you to watch him interact with people.

“What the actual fuck are you wearing?” Anika questioned as you walked up the stairs to the house. She and Mindy were patiently waiting outside for you, and they both laughed at your outfit. “What? This is a vintage Gucci,” you stated as you did a twirl for the girls.

You were dressed up as Alan Garner from the hangout, and Anika hated to admit it, but you pulled off the cheap fake beard and wig. You also had a fake baby strapped to your chest with cheap sunglasses covering your eyes.

“You are really asking me that, Mr. Worldwide?” You jabbed as you eyed Anika up and down. The girl wore a god-awful bald cap, a black suit, and a white shirt with a shitty penciled-on goatee. “Haters gonna hate,” Anika replied as she pulled a pair of sunglasses out from her jacket pocket and put them on.

You scoffed at the girl before looking at Mindy, “I don’t even know what to say to you.”

“I’m going to have a BF if you insult me,” Mindy scolded as she stared you down. She wore a jean skirt with white pantyhose topped off with a jean jacket and a pink shirt that said ‘Dude, where’s my couture’ in red letters.

“Was this your idea?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

Mindy scoffed at your words, “Of course not! I wanted to go as Vector but Chad wanted to match,” she said as she rolled her eyes, “So now, I’m from White Chicks instead of Despicable Me.”

“I think you would have made a very sexy Vector,” you admitted with a smile.

“Thank you. At least someone,” Mindy sent Anika a glare, “thinks it would have been sexy.”

Anika rolled her eyes at Mindy, “I told you I’m not having sex with you while you are dressed up like Vector!”

“Okayyyy, this just got weird,” you interrupted as you walked past the fighting couple but stopped just before the door, “you two coming?”

The two quickly stood up and followed you into the house. The smell of alcohol and weed was enough to turn your stomach as you opened the door. You saw partygoers dressed in all different kinds of costumes as you pushed through the crowd and made your way into the kitchen. “I shall have a bottle of Smirnoff, and what will my lady have?” Mindy asked as she dug around the cooler full of alcohol. “I shall have the same, my lord,” Anika replied, and you almost gagged at their conversation.

You politely pushed past Mindy and fished around for a bottle of water, and you quietly rejoiced when you pulled up the last bottle. “Seriously? Water?” Mindy questioned as she glared at you. “Yes, seriously. This is a frat party, and I only know three people here!” You exclaimed while holding your water.

Mindy muttered a quiet ‘whatever,’ and you were going to retort when you felt someone throw their arm around you and pull you into a hug. “How’s my favorite homo doing?” Miles questioned while ruffling your hair. “I’m fine, Miles. Thanks for asking,” Mindy butted in with a slight smile.

Miles let out a small laugh as he left your hair alone and gave Mindy a fist-bump, “I’ve missed you too, Mindy, and you as well, Anika.” Anika smiled at the man as she also fist-bumped him. “Well, me and Y/N here are going to go hunt for some Latinas to hit on, you two gay-bo’s have fun,” Miles said while pulling you off into another room.

“Really? We are going to ‘hunt for some Latinas?’” You questioned as you followed Miles into the living room. People were elbow to elbow, and you had to shout over the loud music to converse with the man. “Obviously! I know your three main things you look for in women, and I bet we can find someone here who is all three,” Miles replied as she slung his arm over your shoulder while scanning the room for a potential hookup for you.

You scoffed at your best friend’s words, “I do not have three things I look for in a woman. I only care about her personality and her thoughts on Dr. Pepper.”

A sound of fake gagging caused you to send a death glare at Miles. “I forgot you're a Dr. Pepper whore,” your friend joked as he started listing your three interests on his fingers. “Number one: you love Latinas, same here. Number two: you love emo chicks; same here again. And finally, number three, you love a woman older than you, and guess what? Same here too!”

“I hate that we are basically the same person in different fonts,” you mumbled under your breath as you shoved yourself off Miles, causing you to bump into a stranger accidentally.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you quickly apologized as you faced the woman. She was close to a foot shorter than you, but had a beautiful smile and seemed like she had a charming personality. “No, it’s okay,” the girl replied slurredly. You could tell this girl was hammered out of her mind, and you had seen the eyes of preying men on her.

Not knowing what to do, you asked her, “Hey, I know we just met, but would you want to go outside with me?” The question was an innocent one; you didn’t want to leave an intoxicated girl who was pushing five feet nothing to fend off men like Frankie. “Sure,” the girl replied with a smile as she grabbed your hand and pulled you outside. You sent Miles a scared smile as the man responded with a comical smile and a thumbs up.

You followed the girl out to a small wooden swing and sat down next to her. “So, what’s your name?” You quietly asked. You had no intentions on hitting on this girl even though she was your type; you were just in need of some new friends, and you thought she could be a good addition.

Not that Anika and Miles were bad friends, you just needed someone else to hang out occasionally.

The girl reached her hand over to you while saying, “I’m Tara; it’s nice to meet you.” You gently shook her hand and sent her a grin, “I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The further the night went along, the more you talked with Tara. You two quickly discovered that you both shared a love for art and elevated horror, and you even exchanged numbers with the girl.

“Oh shit,” Tara quietly mumbled as she stood up from the bench. You gave her a puzzled look before standing up as well, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just my sister is freaking out about me right now,” Tara replied as she texted someone back, presumably the sister in question. “You aren’t in any trouble, are you? Because I can try and help to get you out,” you offered, causing Tara to chuckle at your words.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I think Sam would kill you if she ever met you,” Tara joked while looking up at you before returning to typing.

A minute passed before Tara sighed and closed her phone. “Well, I better get back home,” Tara said as she moved in to hug you, but your fake baby got in the way.

You gave Tara an awkward smile as you pulled the girl into a side hug and whispered in her ear, “Babies, am I right?”

“Why do you even have that thing?” Tara asked while flicking its head.

You quickly wrapped your arms around the baby’s head and shielded it from Tara. “Hey! Do not hurt my baby Carlos!” You exclaimed.

“Carlos? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am serious. Do not hate on his name.”

“Why did you pick such an outlandish name?” Tara asked with a smile as she crossed her arms.

You scoffed at the girl’s words, “‘Carlos’ is not an outlandish name, Tara. And besides, it’s from the movie The Hangover.”

Tara chuckled at your words, “Oh my god, my sister loves that movie; she watches it all the time.”

“Is your sister single?” You asked with a playful smirk.

“Ha! Yeah, right. Good luck with that. Sam is pretty reserved,” Tara stated as she slowly started to walk toward the road.

“How come? If you don’t mind me asking,” you asked while following Tara and stopping on the sidewalk beside her.

The girl shrugged while pulling out her phone and texting someone. “Her last relationship ended badly. And ever since then, she’s just been closed off to everyone except me and always stalking me,” Tara admitted while putting her phone away, “but you’ll get a chance to meet her; she’s on her way to pick us up.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, only if you want to come over. I know we just met, but I feel like we could be friends,” Tara admitted with a smile as a black car pulled, parked, and the driver got out.

Tara continued talking to you, but as soon as you saw the driver, you couldn’t hear anything else. She was, to put it lightly, the most attractive woman you have ever seen. She had dark eyes that captivated you and a stern look as she approached you and Tara.

“Who’s this?” The alluring woman asked, and you could only think, ‘You’re future girlfriend’ with a giant smile.

The younger sister beamed at her sister’s question and placed a hand on your back, gently pushing you toward the woman. “Sam, this is Y/N. She’s my friend,” Tara stated.

“Hi,” you breathlessly replied with an awkward smile as you stuck out your hand toward Sam. The woman looked you up and down before scoffing and slapping your hand away. “How come you’ve never mentioned her before?” Sam questioned while crossing her arms.

“Because, Sam, we just met tonight.”

At that, Sam’s eyes instantly widened as she stared at her sister. “Are you serious?! You don’t even know this stranger, yet you came outside to be alone with her?” Sam exclaimed as she checked her sister over for any injuries.

“I’m fine, Sam. And besides, Y/N isn’t that bad,” Tara laughed as she felt Sam’s hands check out of her body.

Sam stopped her movements and looked Tara in the eyes, “And how do you know that?”

Tara huffed at Sam’s question and turned to face you, “You aren’t going to murder me, Y/N, are you?”

“Yes, I am,” you joked with a playful smile, but Sam didn’t find it funny.

“Well, at least I get a heads up this time,” Tara chuckled, completely ignoring Sam’s bewildering expression.

Sam took in her sister’s words before shaking her head, shocked, “No, absolutely not. Come on, Tara, we are leaving,” Sam said as she walked to the driver’s side.

“Can Y/N come over at least?” Tara asked with puppy dog eyes and a small frown. Sam hated it when Tara did this, and her younger sister knew it always worked. Of course, Sam knew that Tara was only doing this to get her way, and Sam never denied her sister.

With a quiet ‘goddamnit,’ Sam allowed you to come with them.

“Thank you,” you said once you got into the back of the car and buckled up. You only got a small grunt in response, but you took it as a win.

The car ride was filled with low music and the occasional conversation between the sisters as you admired Sam. You were sitting behind the passenger seat, allowing you the perfect side view to look at Sam. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had caught you staring at her in the rearview mirror but made no verbal comment. ‘Fucking weirdo,’ she thought to herself as she quickly glanced at your love-sick eyes in the mirror.

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Arriving at the Carpenters' apartment, Tara gave you a quick tour of the place and introduced you to their roommate Quinn, who naturally took a liking to you.

While you were on the couch talking with Tara, Quinn walked into the kitchen and found Sam glaring at you.

“She’s certainly something, isn’t she?” Quinn questioned while twirling her hair around her finger. You had taken off the fake beard, wig, and sunglasses and left your baby and baby carrier next to the door, and Sam had to admit, now that she saw your entire face, you were undeniably attractive.

Sam side-eyes Quinn before looking back at you and then back to the redhead. “I thought you were strictly men?”

Quinn chuckled at Sam’s response, “How can I thoroughly enjoy sex if I’ve never been with a woman? They know the female body better than anyone else.”

Not being able to form an argument against Quinn’s words, Sam nodded her head in agreement.

“Wish me luck,” Quinn said as she gently slapped Sam’s back before entering the living room, sitting right next to you.

And for some unknown reason, Sam felt a tinge of jealousy shoot throughout her body, making her hate you all the more.

You and Tara stayed up watching movies while Quinn occasionally hit on you. And when it came time for people to start turning in, Quinn gave it one last shot.

“Well, I’m going to bed,” Quinn said as she rubbed her hands on her thighs before standing up, “you can always come sleep with me, Y/N,” she finished with a wink before walking into her room.

Once she was gone, Tara apologized, “I’m sorry about her. She’s like that with everyone.”

“Eh, I don’t mind the boost of confidence,” you replied with a smirk. Tara laughed at your words, and her eyes darted to Sam’s door as it opened.

Sam walked into the living room and glared at you before looking at Tara. “Alright, Tara, I think it’s time for Y/N to go home,” Sam stated as she crossed her arms.

Tara let out a small groan as she threw her head back before standing up. “Alright, Alan, let’s go,” Tara replied as she pulled you off the couch and walked toward the door with you.

“What are you doing?” Sam questioned while watching you, and Tara put on your shoes. “I’m taking Y/N home?” Tara replied with a puzzled look.

“Nuh-uh, nope,” Sam responded as she walked over to the door and stood before it, “you are not leaving here this late at night with her.”

With a scoff, Tara looked between you and her sister, “Well, what do you want her to do then? Walk home?”

“Yes,” Sam immediately replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So it’s not safe enough for me to walk with her, but she can go alone?”

Sam took a few seconds to think about it before responding, “That is correct.”

Tara sighed; she knew there was no point in arguing with Sam, but she got a bright idea. “Well, since you won’t let me take her home, you can,” Tara suggested as she removed her shoes.

“No!” You and Sam exclaimed at the same time but for different reasons. Sam didn’t want to take you home because she did not like you at all. While you, on the other hand, didn’t want to be left alone with the woman because you knew for a fact you would be a blushing mess and wouldn’t be able to form a sentence.

“I’ll take her home,” a voice called from behind you, and you turned to see Quinn leaning against her door frame. The redhead wore a sheer white blouse, and you could see her red lingerie bra.

“I’m fine with that,” you replied too quickly with a smile on your face.

But Sam scoffed at your words before moving to grab her keys. “Absolutely not. Come on, Y/N. I’ll take you,” Sam stated as she pushed past you to open the door. You gave Quinn a small wave and told Tara you would text her as you gathered up Carlos, your fake beard and wig, along with your sunglasses, before following Sam out to her car.

“Thank you for taking me home. I appreciate it, Sam,” you commented as you buckled up. Sam huffed in response as she started her car.

“How do I get to your house?” Sam asked after a few moments of driving down a random street. You told the woman your address, and Sam wanted to scream when she realized it would take almost thirty minutes to get to your house due to traffic.

The car was filled with the heavenly voice of Lana Del Rey as you leaned your head back against the headrest and looked over at Sam. You couldn’t explain it, but Sam was exactly what you would imagine a Lana Del Rey song would look like.

“Stop staring at me; you’re creepy as shit,” Sam said once she felt your eyes on her.

You awkwardly cleared your throat as you uncomfortably shifted in your seat while staring at the floor. “So, Tara told me your favorite movie is The Hangover?” You questioned while fidgeting with your fingers.

A few seconds passed before dryly said, “Yes.” And even more, seconds passed before she added, “I hope Carlos had a fun night.”

You lightly chuckled at the woman’s words as you messed with Carlos’ plastic hands, “Yeah, he had a blast tonight.”

Sam responded with a small ‘mhm’ as she continued driving, enjoying the awkward silence that filled the air.

When Sam arrived at your apartment, she realized that you lived in the nicer part of New York, and she loathed you for it. Not only were you a nuisance, you were more than likely a spoiled rich brat, and Sam could not wait to get rid of you.

“This is me,” you quietly mumbled while getting out of the vehicle with your items in hand as Sam rolled down the window to talk to you, “Thank you for the ride, Sam. I appreciate it,” you said as you pulled out your wallet and handed the woman a ten dollar through the window.

She looked between you and the money before staring into your eyes, “I’m not having sex with you for money.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. “What? No. No! That’s not what I was implying,” you quickly defended before looking at Sam, “Why would you think?”

The woman shrugged her shoulders before speaking, “Because all you’ve done tonight is stare at me, so you either want sex or want to kill me,” Sam suggested.

“Why would I want to kill you?”

“Because you’re being creepy as shit! And you told Tara you were going to murder her.”

“Okay, fair enough. But I was completely joking about the whole murder thing,” you replied with a small laugh that Sam clearly didn’t find funny. You didn’t know about the past traumas the sisters have gone through together, and Sam knew that you didn’t know, but it didn’t make her feel any better toward you.

“Whatever,” Sam replied as she took your money before driving off.

“Goodnight, Sam!” You exclaimed while the car pulled away, and you sighed before heading to your apartment. Sam might not be the biggest fan of you right now, but you vowed you would win over the woman’s heart, no matter what it took.

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Winning over Sam was much more challenging than you initially thought it would be. Every time you visited Tara at her place, Sam wouldn’t even acknowledge you, and anytime you would try to talk to her, she would quickly dismiss you. But you were ever the persistent type, and you knew you would eventually wiggle your way into her heart.

It had been exactly four months since you met Tara, and the girl was planning a memorable evening for you two to celebrate the milestone in your friendship.

You approached her apartment door and knocked thrice. Within a few seconds, the door slowly opened and revealed a grumpy Sam. “What do you want?” The woman questioned while looking up and down, her eyes moving to your right hand, “Why do you have flowers?”

“These are for you, actually,” you replied with a smile as you handed Sam her flowers. Sam studied you before reaching out and accepting the flowers, “Thanks, I guess.”

Now, Sam would never admit this even if someone held a gun to her head, but the way she felt knowing that you had gotten her real flowers and not some cheap fake ones from the Dollar Store, it was different. No one had ever brought her flowers before, and especially not in a romantic way, if that’s the game you were playing at.

The Latina studied the flowers and couldn’t help but chuckle at them: lavenders and violets; how subtle you were.

“So,” you said with a cheesy smile, “I’m here to hang out with Tara.”

“Tara! Your weird friend is here!” Sam shouted into the apartment before walking into the living room, with you a few steps behind her.

‘Sweet, that’s exactly how I like to be announced,’ you thought while moving to sit on the couch. You silently watched as Sam walked into the kitchen and threw away the flowers, and it pained you to see the beautiful blooms go to waste.

A few seconds passed when an overly excited Tara came into the living room and jumped onto the couch right next to you.

“Alright, here’s the plan: we order pizza, watch a movie and make some cookies, and then drink wine and paint. Deal?” Tara asked with eagerness and a giant smile on her face. “Sounds like a deal,” you replied while matching her grin. “Good,” Tara exclaimed while jumping off the couch and hunting for her phone to call in the pizza.

When the pizza arrived, you and Tara ate at the kitchen table along with Sam and Quinn. Naturally, the dinner was a bit awkward, as Quinn kept on hitting on you, and Sam would glare at you. You weren’t going to lie; you enjoyed the redhead's attention and were more than eager to answer her questions about your hometown and what you were majoring in.

Once you four had finished the pizza off, Tara set up a movie in the living room while Quinn left to go meet up with one of her many gentlemen callers, leaving just you and Sam in the kitchen.

The Latina watched as you pulled out some cookie dough and began preparing. “You know, you could always help,” you said while turning on the oven and pulling out a baking pan, and cleaning it off.

“I’m good,” Sam dryly replied as she crossed her arms and continued watching you work. You felt uncomfortable with her eyes burning into the back of your skull, “Stop staring; you’re creepy as shit.”

Sam huffed at your words before letting out a sound that sounded like a slight chuckle. “You’re one to talk,” the woman retorted while watching you eat a raw cookie dough bite, “you know you can get salmonella and die from that, right?”

You lightly chuckled at Sam’s as you finished eating the cookie dough, “Then I will be the first person in the history of the world to die from salmonella.”

You ignored the quiet ‘thank god,’ Sam muttered under her breath as Tara entered the room. “How are the cookies coming?” The girl questioned while eating a raw piece of cookie dough as well. “There wouldn't be any if you two keep on eating them,” Sam stated as she pushed you away from the pan and set the pieces of cookie dough on it.

“Why did you do that? I am perfectly capable of setting them out myself,” you said while watching Sam finish placing the cookie dough on the pan. “Because you and Tara would just eat it all,” the older woman replied as she put the pan in the oven and closed the door.

“If you say so,” you retorted as you entered the living room with Tara. You sat on the couch first and allowed Tara to cuddle up next to you as she pressed play on the movie.

You two enjoyed the peaceful comfort that had fallen over you when Sam called out, “Cookies are done,” while walking into the living room. “Seriously, you two? Shrek?” Sam asked while she watched the screen. “Yes, Sam. Shrek is amazing,” Tara retorted as she pushed off you and practically flew into the kitchen.

You gave Sam a tight-lipped smile as you walked past her and ate some cookies with Tara. And soon enough, Sam joined you two in the kitchen.

The woman stared at you as you finished your cookie and walked toward you. “You have something on your lip,” Sam said as she reached out and gently wiped away a piece of chocolate from the corner of your lips. You felt your heart explode at the contact and your knees weaken; you thought you would surely die if Sam kept this up.

She let her thumb linger on your lips before gently swiping it across your bottom lip with a smirk on her own lips before walking off to her room. She didn’t know why she did it, but it stirred something in her as she watched your shocked expression and lustful eyes dance across her face.

“What the fuck was that?” Tara asked as she shoved you once Sam was out of earshot.

“Huh uh,” you replied with a love sock grin as you stared at the hallway Sam disappeared into. The more petite girl gave you a look of disgust before pulling you into the living room to drink and paint, but your mind kept on drifting back to the beautiful woman who hated you as you worked. And before you knew it, you had accidentally painted a picture of Sam. In the painting, she was leaning against a doorframe wearing a skin-tight gray long-sleeve shirt that highlighted her muscles with jeans. A casual outfit you had seen Sam wear numerous times, but she still looked breathtaking.

Her eyes amused you the most in the picture; even though it wasn’t a close-up painting, her dark eyes still seemed to pull you in, and you could faintly see the monster she hid behind them.

You fell head over heels for Sam Carpenter that night.

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Once every month, you would go over to Tara’s apartment for wine and painting, and it was probably the one night you looked forward to every month.

Not because you got an excuse to drink and stare lustfully at Tara’s controversial hot sister, but because you enjoyed creating the most horrific art pieces with the girl that no one should ever see.

“What the hell is that?” Tara drunkenly laughed one night after a few too many glasses of wine.

“I don’t know!” You said while watching Tara’s tone. You had created what was supposed to be your version of Sully from Monsters Inc but had made a giant blurb of blue and purple with the slightest resemblance to Ed Sheeran.

“Will you two keep it down?” Sam asked as she walked into the living room, wearing nothing but a bra and shorts.

You choked on your spit when you saw the woman and nearly fainted when a single drop of water ran down her defined abs.

“Sorry about that, Sam,” Tara replied with a drunken smile before returning to her painting, entirely ignorant of your lustful state.

One moment you were sitting next to Tara, and the next, you were in the kitchen next to Sam.

“Hey,” you husked out with a flirtatious smile and a nod as you leaned against the doorframe, trying your best to act sober and calm simultaneously.

“Hi,” Sam suspiciously replied as her eyes racked over your body and took in your drunken state.

“How you doin’?” You asked, and Sam couldn’t help but laugh at your shitty attempt to flirt with her.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Sam asked while getting out a bottle of water and facing you. You shrugged your shoulders as you pushed off the doorframe, “Would you like to come paint with us?”

At the mention of her sister joining in on the activity, Tara yelled from the living room, “Sam! Sammy! You have to come and paint with us!”

Sam sighed at her sister’s words before walking into her room, throwing on a random shirt and grudgingly sauntering into the living room and picking up a blank canvas as she sat beside you.

You three worked in silence as the soft sounds of Hozier filled the air. Sam would occasionally sneak a peek at your work, but you would always hide it. And when she finally got a good look at it, she wished she hadn’t seen it.

“Y/N. Why the fuck did you paint a naked lady?” Sam demanded as she stared at your artwork.

It was a sloppy picture of a woman wearing a white dress with one boob hanging out, and Sam had to admit, those had to be the biggest boobs she’s ever seen. The lady in the painting wore a faint black hat, and somehow, she looked familiar to Sam.

“Do not hate on my lovely wife, Samantha Carpenter. I shall have you know that Lady Dimitrescu is one of the finest women I have ever seen!” You defended while looking over at Sam’s artwork, “And what did you come up with?”

When you leaned over and saw what Sam had made, you couldn’t hide your disappointment. A frown pulled at your lips as you looked at a shitty painting of Sam stabbing you with a knife.

“It was a joke,” Sam whispered as her heart broke at your saddened expression. When she first started it, she felt good about it, and it made her happy. But now that she looked at your hallowed eyes and frowning lips, she wished she hadn't made it.

“No, it’s okay,” you replied as you cleared your throat and stood up, “Well, this has been fun, but I’m going to bed,” you finished as you walked off to Tara’s room and shut the door. You ignored the feeling of Sam’s eyes burning into your back.

“Way to go, Sam,” Tara scoffed as she stood up from the couch and went to her room to check on you. She knew of your feelings for Sam, and Tara tried her best to get her sister to warm up to you, but no matter how hard she worked, Sam refused to bridge.

But Tara didn’t know that Sam went to bed that night with regret plaguing her heart and mind as she went to sleep with the thought of you.

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After that awkward night, you stopped coming to the Carpenter’s apartment as much. At first, you would say that you would have homework to catch up on, which was true, but then after a while, you completely stopped coming over at all.

Of course, you would talk to Tara every day, but when she invited you over, you would miraculously have something else to do that prevented you from coming.

“It’s because of Sam, isn’t it?” Tara asked you. The two of you were back at another frat party for Miles, and you were enjoying a peaceful conversation outside when Tara finally asked the question that had been plaguing her mind for weeks. “Pshh, no,” you replied with a shrug.

“Y/N, stop lying to me; I know it’s because of that picture she made,” Tara stated as she stared up at you, “Sam didn’t mean it.”

You scoffed at your best friend’s words while rolling your eyes. “The fuck do you mean she didn’t mean it, Tara!” You exclaimed.

“I mean, she felt bad afterward.”

“Yeah, right. You’re just lying because you want me to come back over.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Tara replied with a smile.

You two continued your conversation while occasionally people-watching until it was time to leave. Sam had slowly started to loosen up with Tara, so she was letting her sister go out more as long as she was there to pick up the girl. “Alright, Sam is on her way,” Tara commented when she read a text. You nodded at the girl’s words and tried to hide that you didn’t want to see Sam.

You hadn’t talked to the woman since that night, and you didn’t want to. Even though you were hopelessly devoted to Sam, you were hurt by how she treated you. You had been nice to her, and she would reject all of it, and weirdly, it hurt you to see Sam push you away.

Tara picked up on your pondering thoughts and reached a hand out, and rubbed it up and down your bicep. “Y/N, Sam is a grumpy asshole who is overprotective; don’t take it personally,” Tara said while reaching up to pinch your cheek with a smile.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Sam said as she approached you two. You quickly slapped Tara’s hand away from your face before looking at Sam. You had missed the dark-eyed woman and were glad to see her again, but you were still upset with the woman.

“No, you’re good,” Tara replied as she started following Sam to her car with you beside her.

The walk back to the vehicle was peaceful and filled with small banter between you and Tara, while Sam kept quiet until you ran into a group of drunken girls.

You could tell that they meant trouble before you were anywhere near them. The group was small, only consisting of three girls, but you could tell they were trouble as they stared down Sam when they walked past.

Sam pulled Tara into her side as the group walked by, and the woman said nothing when one of the girls shoulder-checked her.

“Come on,” Sam whispered while pulling Tara closer to her. You sent the group of girls a glance while walking, and you noticed how they stopped and turned around, and began walking behind you and the sisters.

“Hey!” One of the girls called, and Sam didn’t have time to react when she turned to face the girl and had a red slushie thrown on her.

The girls called Sam anything from a murderer to a liar, even to a whore, but Sam continued walking with tears in her eyes. She could handle all of the conspiracy theorist nuts, but she couldn’t handle having Tara see how she was treated.

So, when one girl called Sam a murderer again, you turned around and threw a punch. The sound of bone crunching rang throughout the air when your fist made contact with the girl's nose and was followed up by the girl's cries.

“You need to get your psycho girlfriend in check, you fucking murderer,” another girl cried out as she checked on her friend. You chuckled at the girl’s words and were getting ready to retort when you received a punch from the third girl.

You stumbled backward into Sam, and to your surprise, she caught you and whispered a quiet “I got you,” while you steadied your feet. “Come on,” Tara said as she dragged you and Sam away from the group.

The three of you walked briskly to Sam’s car as blood poured from your nose. When you reached the car, Sam opened her glove box and handed you some tissues, which you graciously accepted. You sat in the back seat while Sam drove, and Tara tried to talk to you.

“Tara, I love you so much, but I am in so much pain right now,” you choked out as you pressed the tissues to your bloody nose. Tara didn’t want to be the one to tell you this, but your nose was definitely broken, and she was not going to be the one to put it back in place.

“How are you doing back there?” Sam asked while quickly glancing back at you. “My nose is in my brain!” You exaggerated while holding your nose, and Sam chuckled at your response as she continued driving.

When you got to the Carpenter apartment, the blood had stopped pouring out, and you were thanking the gods as it had completely covered the tissues in crimson blood along with your chin. “Sit on the couch; I’ll be right back,” Tara said as she pushed you and Sam onto the couch.

Tara disappeared into the bathroom and grabbed a first-aid kit before returning to the living room, and she laughed at the sight of you and her sister. The slushie on Sam’s shirt matched the blood that had dried on the tissues and stained your chin, and you both looked like you had gone through hell.

Tara moved the coffee table closer to you and started to work on cleaning it up when Sam stopped her. “I got her, Tara. Go to bed,” Sam softly spoke as she moved the first-aid kit closer to her. Tara gave her sister a questionable look before muttering, “Okay,” and walking off to her room.

You watched as Sam pulled out some alcohol wipes and gently cleaned up your nose, and you let out a slight hiss as the alcohol seeped into a cut on the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry,” Sam apologized as she finished cleaning your nose, “It’s broken.”

“I know,” you groaned, and Sam lightly laughed at your response. “I can pop it back into place for you,” Sam offered.

“Hell no,” you replied, laughing, “I would need lidocaine with epinephrine injected into my nose and then lidocaine sprayed into my nose! Then you would need a device to basically reach my brain and put a shit ton of pressure on my nose with it and your fingers to fix it!”

“Well, I’ll take you to the ER tomorrow so we can get it fixed,” Sam asked as she got up from the couch and saw the backpack you had left over before you went to the frat party with Tara.

“Y/N, what’s this?” Sam asked as she moved your bag and pulled out a painting. You whipped your head around at the woman’s words and instantly stood up from the couch and moved to her side. “That’s nothing,” you quickly said as you tried to prevent Sam from looking at it, but it was too late.

When Sam picked up the painting, she felt her stomach do involuntary flips, and her breath hitched in her throat; it was a painting of her and not just a normal one. She noticed imperfections about her that you saw as perfect through the gentle brush strokes, and she felt herself fall for you.

“I’m not one of your French girls,” Sam joked as she set the painting back down, but you noticed the smile that threatened to appear and how her eyes bravely traveled to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N,” Sam added as she gently placed a small kiss on your cheek before going to her room.

You had no idea how you did it, but you somehow managed to make Sam Carpenter fall for you and you could not wait to see where it would take you.

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untilwedont · 1 year ago

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Jealous Boy

But I can't help it

RQ: Vinnie Hacker x male reader pls!!! Angst to fluff like y/n gets jealous of a girl who is flirting with Vinnie and Vinnie flirts back leading to an very heated argument where Vinnie says something he regrets and tries to make it up to y/n

Warnings; alcohol, mentions of cheating.

to be quite honest, you’d say you were one of the luckiest people to live on earth. I mean.. one of the finest people on earth— a man that everyone would literally kill to just get a smile from, chose to date you.

by man I mean Vinnie Hacker. Every girl thirsted over the guy, and it shocked the public when he openly came out as bisexual and revealed to be in a relationship with you.

but.. dating a fine ass man comes with it’s downsides. A lot of girls, as soon as they laid eyes on Vinnie, tried to come up to him and flirt, doing anything to try and get your boyfriend turned on.

Luckily you dated a loyal man and he’d always push them off, telling them he was already in a relationship— but that changed.

You guys decided to hit the bar, take a few shots, call a taxi home, and maybe have drunk sex?? Well— that was the original plan at least.

“can I get another shot, please?” You asked the bartender, handing them the empty shot glass. They nodded, grabbing your shot glass and taking it away.

You were only two shots in, and hadn’t felt anything happening to your body. You weren’t one to get drunk easily, unlike Vinnie.

By two shots in, he’d already been tipsy, slightly slurring his words when he talked to you. “S’hey, ‘nother shot..” He asked the bartender, giving them the glass and rubbing his eyes.

“You good, vin?” You ask, noticing his slured words becoming more frequent, signaling he was becoming more under the influence.

“hm? oooh~ yeah, for sure!” He said, smiling at you drunkly. You nodded, watching as the bartender gave him another shot of strong alcohol. You decided you were done drinking for the night, wanting to at least be the more sober one.

You left to take a quick bathroom break. When you came back, you expected to see nothing less but you’re drunk boyfriend alone. But, when you returned, you saw a girl talking to vinnie.

Except, it was different this time. He wasn’t pushing the girl away like he usually would. No, he was talking to her. Not in a regular way, but with a more flirty tone.. Like he was enjoying her. Her looks, body, voice, everything.

A sense of jealousy instantly rushed through your body, overflowing your mind with hateful thoughts. But, you tried calming yourself down, thinking it was the alcohol overflowing vinnies mind. Yet, there was something in you that wanted to snoop in on the conversation.

The distant voices of both of them slowly became louder as you got closer. “So, what brings you here tonight?” She asked, slightly biting her lip while trailing a finger down vinnie’s shoulder.

It was obvious about what she wanted. “S’m just here hiccup to have s’me fun..!” He smiled at her, unaware of her wants. “What’s a fine lady like you doin’ here?” Your fists clenched as your jealousy began to overflow you once more. Was he really about to cheat on you, or was it just the alcohol?

“Just.. lookin’ for some fun~” She smiled, placing her hand on Vinnie’s thigh. Vinnie smiled back. “You got a girlfriend?” But, before he could respond to her question, you quickly interrupted the conversation.

“Actually, he has a boyfriend. So you can.. run off now.” You gave her a smile as you shooed her away. Her face turned to disbelief and she walked off. “Oh, hey baby~” vinnie spoke from behind you.

“Don’t fucking baby me, we’re going home.” You grabbed his hand, gripping it sternly, forcing him out of his seat. “Heyy, what’sth big hol’ up?” He asked, his hand still in yours. You didn’t respond, only quickly calling an uber to pick you up. (don’t drink and drive)

You ignored all his little complaints about leaving so early until the taxi finally arrived. You both got in and the whole car ride was silent, the only words being spoken were when you told the uber your address.

When you arrived home, you got out the uber, not bothering to wait or help vinnie get out. He quickly followed behind as you opened the front door, “Hey, what’s going on with you?” He asked as he ran up behind you. “I’d rather talk to you when you aren’t drunk.” You mumbled as you walked through the front door.

“Baby-..” He went to speak again but you quickly cut him off. “I told you to not baby me.” He tossed his hands in the air from confusion. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Just.. just don’t speak to me until you’re sobered up.” You spoke, this time more calm.

He was confused but didn’t complain any longer. The next day rolled around and Vinnie awoke to an empty bed. He was definitely sober now, but needed to suffer the consequences of a hangover. He walked out of the room to find you in the kitchen. He wondered what time it was since he saw you already showered and ready for the day.

He walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your head. But, you quickly pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, scratching his head. “So you don’t remember what happened last night?” You calmly asked, not bothering to turn around and face him

“Uhm… I mean not really.. why, did I do something wrong?” He questioned. You felt your hands curl up into a fist as you sighed. “A girl… she came up to you while I was gone,” you finally turned around, “she flirted with you, but you didn’t push her away. No, instead.. instead you flirted back. The way you eyed her.. the way you-..” you took a deep sigh, “The way you let her touch you… and you just sat there…”

Your head hanged low, staring at the ground as you bit your lip. “Baby- I..” He let out a nervous laugh, “I was drunk last night.. you know that.” He tried placing a hand on your shoulder but you quickly took his hand off. “Oh, but you remembered to call me ‘baby’ after you called her a ‘fine fucking lady’ a few fucking seconds ago?!”

You felt tears forming as you stared at him. “Are you- are you accusing me of cheating on you?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief. You scoffed, “I don’t know, Vinnie. Would you? What if I hadn’t stopped the conversation, vinnie? What if I watched as you told her you were single? What if I watched her fucking kiss your lips?! What if-..” Your voice got louder with every ‘what if’, but vinnie cut you off from your ramble.

“Okay, M/N stop!” He yelled. “Do you hear yourself right now?! Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?!” His voice had a sense of nervousness in it as he continued to yell.

“Well im sure you were fucking thinking about it when you eyed her tits!” You yelled back and vinnie scoffed. “Okay, fine! So what if I hookup with a girl?! it’s not like you show me any action anyways!” He yelled, not aware of the words that just came out of his mouth.

You stared at him in disbelief, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Did you-… did you just admit to thinking about cheating on me..?” You spoke lowly, your anger quickly disappearing. Vinnie’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. The words that just came out of his mouth.

“W-wait..! no, no, no, that’s- that’s not want I meant!” His yelling quickly turned into regret as he tried to come up to you and hug you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You harshly whispered, pushing him away as you went to leave the house. “N-no, baby wait!” He tried stopping you from leaving but you were already walking out the door.

You left the house. You weren’t sure where you were going, you just drove. Drove until you couldn’t drive any longer. Vinnie on the other hand cried his heart out, sitting on the kitchen floor as he knew he just ruined your guys’ relationship.

But, after sometime of crying, he had a sudden idea to fix things with you.. or at least try. He wasn’t sure how long you’d be out so he thought he’d start his idea right away.

The sunset became more visible as you continued to drive. You weren’t sure what time you left the house and you weren’t sure what the current time was. You silenced your phone after the constant calls from vinnie. The radio wasn’t on, you left it off just so you could hear your own thoughts.

You knew you had to come back home at some point.. you had nowhere else to stay. So, you eventually returned home. You walked up to the front door and hesitantly turned the lock. You silently walked in, looking around and noticing that it was silent.

You suddenly noticed red shaped petals on the ground that lead upstairs. You followed the petals that continued inside the bedroom. You opened the door, peaking your head inside. There was a sealed cake on the bed that spelled ‘I’m sorry :(.’ Three nicely wrapped gifts sat behind the cake.

There was a sealed envelope that rested on top of the sealed cake that had your name written on the back. “Vinnie?” You spoke softly as you walked towards the cake. You grabbed the envelope,

“M/N im sorry about what I said earlier today. I promise you that i’d NEVER cheat on you. You mean the world to me and the thought of you feeling hurt because of me makes me so angry with myself. I know this may not be a lot but I promise with everything I will continue to try and make it up to you. I love you so much M/N you don’t even know it.

Love,

Vinnies.

Your heart began to hurt once more as you read the letter and your lip slightly quivered. You opened the three gifts. Inside were many of your favorite things, ranging from clothes, to accessories, etc.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. Maybe you’ll give him a second chance.

A/N; ENDING HERE THIS SHIT IS TOO LONG

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somethingvicked · 5 months ago

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True love of mine part 9.

An Eddie Munson story

Stranger Things AU (no Upside-Down)

warnings: female reader, fluff, mentions of sex, fluff.

Chapter 8.

Now

Y/N

You turned around. Eddie stood behind you, his hands in his pocket, a small smile on his face. If you had thought he looked breathtaking on stage, it wasn’t even close to how beautiful he was up close.

“Eds,” you breathed.

Eddie closed his eyes briefly, as if the nickname in itself was a caress. When he opened them, they were wet. “Can… can I hug you?”

“Please,” you whispered and in the next moment you were in his arms, his soft curls tickling your cheek, the scent of him invading your nostrils.

“Eddie…” you started but he hushed you when suddenly there was a some loud (and clearly) drunk voices coming from the other side of the street.

“Listen, kitten. I… I don’t want to do this here. Do you… would you come with me? To my place?”

You couldn’t believe your ears and another time you might have teased him but when he looked at you with such sincerity in his eyes you could only nod.

“Yes. I want… want to be alone with you and talk.”

Eddie nodded and stepped back from the hug, but kept a hold of your hand as you walked to the staff parking lot of the club and to… a motorcycle.

Your mouth dropped as Eddie stopped in front of it and gave you a wide smile. “Welcome to your chariot, my lady,” he told you, and suddenly turned into the old Eddie from all those years ago.

You burst out a surprised laugh. “Eddie…! Wow, I… just… wow.”

“I decided to upgrade from the van after my second record deal,” Eddie told you. “But believe it or not – I still have it. Couldn’t get rid of it… too many memories.”

Now you had to swallow down tears. “That’s… yeah, I can relate to that,” you admitted, thinking of your notebooks and the gifts you had saved from him.

You held out your hand for him to see the cat ring, sitting on your middle finger. Eddie’s eyes widened.

“You… you kept it?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“Oh, kitten… my kitten,” Eddie whispered, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you all over again. “I’m so sorry. So sorry for hurting you like that. I know it’s not good enough but…”

You rubbed his back, pressing your face to his chest and you could’ve sworn you felt him tremble.

“God, we need to get out of here before I have a breakdown,” Eddie said. Still he kept hol of your hand while he straddled the motorcycle and gave you a helmet. “Take this.”

“What about you?” you wondered as you put the helmet on.

“I’ve got stuffing,” Eddie joked, pointing to his hair. “Sit down behind me and hold on tight. Place your feet there,” he instructed you and you quickly obeyed, feeling a bit nervous.

When Eddie turned the engine on and the motorcycle rumbled like a lion you tightened your arms around him and he gave your hands an encouraging pat.

Then he drove off. At first it was scary, seeing the city flash by in such speed but soon you started to enjoy it. Eddie’s warm back was a reassuring presence and he didn’t drive like a lunatic. A bit too fast at times but it felt more like he was eager to get home so you two could talk alone.

Finally Eddie turned into a road that lead to an underground garage of a large building and parked the bike.

Your legs felt a little wobbly when you stepped down, which made him smile in amusement. Then you two walked over to the elevator.

It was quiet on the way up, both of you knowing that soon the moment was here and it made you feel a little nervous. Eddie too, it seemed, since he was fiddling with his rings, something he had always done when he felt anxious in the past.

The elevator arrived on the right floor and Eddie led you through his front door.

You weren’t sure what you had expected but the apartment was clean, a few items lying around, but it just made it feel homely.

“Do you want a tour?” Eddie wondered and you nodded.

The kitchen was small with just a tiny kitchen table and two chairs, but the view was great.

The living room was spacious with a floor to roof window and a balcony. On the walls of the living room there were framed posters from Eddie’s tours, photos of Eddie with other bands – mainly those that he had admired so before he left Hawkins. There were also pictures of Eddie with Wayne, the few photos he had of his mother as well as a few with the old gang from Hawkins.

The new ones of Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Steve and Robin were all taken here in the city, you could tell. None in Hawkins. Edide had never returned there.

Seeing you watch the photos Eddie turned away, clearly ashamed and you took his hand, squeezing it, trying to bring comfort to you both.

Then, to bring the mood up, Eddie proudly led you to his studio. It was equipped with everything a musician could wish for, a collection of guitars hanging on the walls, but Eddie’s Sweetheart still had the place of honor, hanging over a desk, filled with papers which looked like song lyrics and music sheets.

You felt a tug on your heart when you saw that an old banner of Corroded Coffin hung above his desk.

Then he took you to his bedroom. The bed was wide, with black sheets, which made you smile. A few clothes thrown at a chair standing against the wall.

And then you saw it. On his bedside table… a photo of you two. It had been taken after Corroded Coffin had their first show at a club in Indianapolis – outside of Hawkins. Another band had canceled and through the channels the owner of the Hideout had given the suggestion of Corroded Coffin.

Eddie was sweaty from his performance, holding Sweetheart while you rode on his back, clinging to him, your face bright with joy and pride.

You gasped and his eyes widened when he saw what you were looking at.

Seeing that photo made you forget everything about having to talk things out with Eddie, about the questions you needed to ask him, what he wanted to ask you.

Instead you all but threw yourself into his arms and he lifted you up, hugging you tightly as you finally, finally kissed each other after all these years.

The kiss was first slow and loving, both of you pouring out all the feelings you hadn’t been able to speak about for so many years.

But it soon turned hungry. Eddie slid his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own, making you whimper as your fingers tangled into his hair to press him closer.

Soon enough you both had to break away from the kiss in order to breathe but Eddie immediately lowered his head and started to kiss your neck, knowing how much you loved that, how feral it made you.

You slid your hands beneath his shirt and pulled it off, making him growl in annoyance that he had to pull away from your neck.

You admired his pale chest, littered with new tattos. He was still lean but you could see the outlines of muscles now.

Eddie made short work of your blazer and top, groaning when he saw you in just your bra, smashing his lips to yours again, unhooking your bra and tossing it somewhere in the room.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “My beautiful kitten. Always the most beautiful.”

You felt your insides melt as you leaned forward to press kisses to his chest. “Eds…”

“I know, kitten. I know. I feel it too.”

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked the small distance to the bed, tumbling down on it with you underneath him.

Still kissing you, Eddie tugged on your jeans and you lifted your hips to help, using your feet to kick them to the floor.

Eddie sat up to unzip his own pants and you supported yourself on your elbows, just looking at him and how beautiful he was before you started to remove your panties.

Eddie stared at you with undeniable lust in his eyes but you were just to far gone to let him go down on you right now. You needed him and it seemed he needed you just as much.

“Later I’ll do this the way it’s supposed to go,” Eddie muttered, finally throwing his own pants and boxers into a corner. “Right now, I… I just…”

“I know, Eddie. I feel it too,” you told him, echoing what he had said earlier.

The sexual elegance and all the arts of it had to wait. Right now it was just about becoming one again.

And when Eddie finally sank into to you, making you both sob out of both pleasure and love, it truly felt like you had come home after a long journey.

Then,

Hawkins, 1983

Y/N

Eddie seemed calm and excited but the other guys were nervous as hell. The bar wasn’t big by any means, but compared to the Hideout it was huge and held way more people.

“You guys will do great!” You said, beaming with pride.

“Thanks, kitten,” Eddie said, giving you a kiss, making the other guys groan and whistle.

You hoped that focusing on your and Eddie’s cute moment would take the nerve of them for a moment at least.

Then they were called out and the guys quickly disappeared from behind the stage, walking through the curtain. You hurried around so you would be able to see.

This was on a Thursday – hence why Corroded Coffin had even stood a chance being stand-ins – so the bar wasn’t completely filled but again, compared to the Hideout it was way more than the guys and you were used to. The crowd gave a luke-warm applause, although you more than made up for it.

“Evening,” Eddie said into the microphone, “we’re Corroded Coffin and we thank you for listening to us tonight.”

Then they started to play. They were going to play five songs, two of them were their own – you had helped them write the lyrics on both of them – but the rest were songs from other artist, those the guys felt secure with one from Ozzy Osbourne, one from Metallica and one from Creedence. That was Eddie’s gift to you and you couldn’t be happier for him to honor you.

The boys were great, they made no error whatsoever and you couldn’t contain the burst of pure joy when they finished, jumping up and down while you clapped your hands and cheered.

Eddie actually blushed as he smiled at you. “Thank you for tonight. See you all!”

Once again the applause was halfhearted but you didn’t care. You flew backstage to the guys.

“It was amazing! And Eddie, it’s like you were made to stand on stage.”

It was. The other guys were good, but Eddie… he had a certain energy when he was playing his guitar and singing, it was like something otherworldly had taken presence in him and he was channeling all that energy to deliver the message that he wanted. This was his element. He was born for it.

You couldn’t wait until he had put Sweetheart down, so you jumped on his back, making him let out a gasp at first and then as you hugged him tightly he laughed, hugging you back with his free arm.

“My two best girls, huh?” he said, patting Sweetheart while he kissed your cheek.

“This is a keeper,” Jeff said and took out his camera. “Say ‘lovebirds’ you two!”

“LOVEBIRDS,” you and Eddie all but yelled as the flash went off, capturing that moment forever.

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ericshoney · 7 months ago

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My Professors ~ The Boyz (Yandere)

warnings: Mature language, yandere!tbz, manipulation, gn!reader, professors!tbz, suggestive themes/language, oblivious!reader.

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It seemed as if it was a normal day at college. I had left my dorm room and started my first class of the day. I was sat listening to Hyunjae talk, many of the other students were zoned out, or giggling at every other word he said, the cheeky smile permanent on his face.

Many people talked about the eleven professors of the college. Some loved them, some feared them, some hated them. I liked them. They are always friendly and kind. But I still didn't understand the rumours going around. Some students had said they were all dating the same girl at once, another said it was a guy they were dating. Some had said they were violent towards anyone who would say no. I had yet to see any of this, as every time I saw or talked with them, they were always smiling.

"That calls it for today, I shall see you all tomorrow." Hyunjae spoke, making many students whine. The older male laughed as they slowly left.

"Y/n, can you hold back a moment please?"

I froze hearing his deep voice. I was slightly confused. I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? I grab my bag and walk over to his desk, making him smile as all the other students finally left.

"How are you settling in?" He questioned.

I had joined later than most students, which made me think I wasn't going to get into a college this late, but somehow I got in, only missing the first month off.

"I'm doing okay." I answered, making him nod.

"What about with your other students?" He asked.

"Um, I haven't really spoken to many. Maybe the odd polite conversation, but nothing personal." I said with a shrug.

"You know you have me and the others, correct?" He called.

"As....As in you and my other professors?" I questioned, making him chuckle.

"Yes darling, we may be your professors, but we're only a few years older than you. How about you join us for dinner tonight." He suggests.

"I....Umm....is that allowed?" I asked.

Hyunjae smirked and walked closer to me, his face inches from mine. His hot breath on my cheeks.

"I won't tell if you don't." He whispered.

"The others really want you to join as well." He continued.

"Um...s-sure." I stuttered.

"Lovely, see you later then." He said, grabbing his bag and leaving the room. I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm having dinner with my professors.

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The day went on with a flash, all of my other professors had seemed to act different around me. Eric, the youngest, was very jumpy, which confused me a lot. He was never like that. He was a cool, chill professor. As my day finished, I returned back to my dorm to take a shower and get dressed for dinner. I was still in shock I said yes to Hyunjae. Is it wrong to have dinner with your professors?

I suddenly flinch as my phone rings. I place my hairbrush down and answer it, wondering who was suddenly calling me.

"Hello?" I called.

"Y/n it's Sangyeon here."

"Oh hi, um how did you get my number?" I asked.

"On your contact file. I know your about to leave to meet us for dinner, but I also know Hyunjae was a dumbass and didn't tell you where and what time." He answered.

"Your.....right." I said, suddenly thinking that.

"I know. So if you leave your dorm room now, I'll be waiting in the car park out front for you. Come now." He said.

"Okay, bye." I said, hanging up the phone.

I quickly grab my purse and leave my dorm room, heading outside to see Sangyeon in a car. He gave me a wave as I slipped in the car.

"Hello darling, you look very good tonight." He said, looking me up down, my black dress suddenly feeling too short.

"Th...Thank you." I mumbled, making him chuckle as he drove.

I stayed quiet as he drove, the soft music from the radio playing in the background. I had zoned out and soon realised we arrived at a large house. I saw a few other cars parked up, clearing belonging to the others.

"My lady~" Sangyeon said, holding a hand out to me as he opened my door. I took it gently as he led me into the house, where I was soon greeted by the others.

After a short chat, I was shown to a large dining table, food was laid out already along with plates and drinks. I was about to sit down, when a large hand settled on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Changmin. He gave me a smile as he pulled out my chair for me. I softly thanked him and sat down, letting him slide my chair back in.

"We are very happy you agreed to have dinner with us, sweetheart." Younghoon said, as they all sit down.

"I, um thank you for having me. Do...Do you have all your students for dinner?" I asked.

"Only the special ones." Juyeon answered, giving me a wink.

I blushed as we started to eat, the guys making sure I had loads to eat. I smiled gently as I took a sip of my drink. It made my throat tingle and I must have pulled a face, because Chanhee smirked at me.

"How does that taste?" He asked, making the others turn to me.

"It's....good. What is it?" I asked.

"Lemonade with something extra." Jacob answered.

"It makes my throat tingle." I said.

"It's alright darling, it's just to help you relax." Sunwoo replied.

I looked at him but nodded, as I continued eating. After a while, I felt my whole body relax and slowly go numb.

"I...I should probably go back to my dorm." I said slowly.

"Oh sweetie, your in no state to leave, plus you can't." Kevin said with a giggle.

"What..." I mumbled, looking at him with droopy eyes.

"Your ours darling, you can't leave. We're not letting a pretty little thing like you go free." Sangyeon confessed.

I tried to sit up, but it was hard, my whole body was numb and I couldn't feel anything. I felt panic set in as they all laughed. Hyunjae coming over to pick me up.

"Let me go!" I shouted.

"Do not shout at us baby. We'll let you off this time only, next time won't be so good." Changmin ordered.

"Let's get you to bed and relax sweetheart." Hyunjae said softly.

I tried to fight but it was no use, my body was numb and tired. Hyunjae carried me with ease to a bedroom. He placed me on the large double bed before pulling out a large t-shirt from the drawers. He came over holding it up.

"I'm going to get you changed, then you'll sleep." He said.

I stayed quiet as he came over, pulling my dress off. I whimpered slightly as he reached for my bra, making him smirk as he pulled it off and slipped the t-shirt over my head.

"God I just want to fuck you right now. It's not like you can fight back." He said with a smirk.

He must have seen the fear in my eyes as he chuckled and kissed my head. He pulled out a set of handcuffs and attached one side to my wrist, the other to the headboard.

"Sleep baby, we'll talk in the morning. I'm so happy you said yes." He whispered in my ear, before kissing my cheek and leaving.

I laid on the bed, feeling numb, tired and cold. I curled up as my eyes slowly fell shut, hoping this was a horrible dream.

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twola · 2 years ago

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Seven Deadly Sins - III

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Greed: a selfish and excessive desire for more of something than is needed.

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The champagne burned on the way down. He would never get used to that. He would also never get used to this stupid outfit, trussed up like some prized hen, hair slicked back with pomade and clean-shaven. The lack of weight on his hips where his gun belt should have rested was perturbing.

Fireworks, of all things, burst above him as high-society men and women marveled at the display.

But Arthur is concentrating more on the white-clad servant talking to the Mayor. Dutch also listens over his shoulder.

“Did he just say something about Cornwall?”

Arthur nods at Dutch, whose magnanimous face hardens briefly.

“Find out what. And take her with you,” Dutch tilts his head over to where you stand, watching the fireworks with a few other women, “She’s good at distractions, should you need one.”

Arthur waves off, placing his now empty flute on a tray of a passing butler, ducking away from Dutch, keeping an eye on the white-jacketed servant who was slowly making his way back to the house.

He makes his way toward the group of ladies, where you look positively bored along the outside of the circle, having just downed the champagne in your flute, twirling the glass between your fingers.

Arthur makes eye contact with you as he walks by, and you immediately straighten your posture, placing down the flute on a table behind you and excusing yourself from the other women. You move between onlookers to catch up with Arthur’s quick gait, and as you catch up to him, he grabs your hand, leading you toward the side of the grand mansion.

“What we doin’?” You whisper, and suddenly Arthur stops, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him as he spies over his shoulder up the trellised walkway.

He motions toward the servant from before, who is stepping up the stairs towards a side door of the stately mansion.

“That feller there - he’s the mayor’s man - he was talkin’ bout some dealings with Cornwall and documents. Dutch wants us to look into it.”

The man steps inside the house, and Arthur takes your hand to hurry after him.

“Hol- hold on, not so fast.” You retort with a harsh breath, “I ain’t used to wearing heels like these.”

Indeed, much like how he is dressed to impress feckless men in a tuxedo, clean-shaven and hair slicked back, you were obviously brought along as a piece of eye candy. Your long hair was pulled into an elaborate updo by Mary Beth earlier in the night. Hosea had insisted on bringing you into Saint Denis for a dress, a crimson gown that left your shoulders bare and your décolletage adorned with a fancy necklace stolen from some old woman’s coach outside of town. You frown, gathering the voluminous skirts that flavored from your waist, the silky crimson sheath of your gown laying over white petticoats.

You’ve been trying to keep your white opera-length gloves clean all night, which was more than obnoxious enough for you.

You wince, rolling your ankle slightly, and Arthur offers you his arm, which you take as you curse these fancy heels that Mary Beth insisted you wear tonight to the bottom of Flat Iron Lake. That’s where you’re sure they will end up, chucked from the coach on the way back to Shady Belle.

Arthur leads you into the side door of the house, hiding behind a doorframe, you listen to the white-frocked servant yell at a scullery maid before he moves toward the stairs up to the second floor.

Arthur nods down at you, and taking your hand, you quietly follow up to the staircase and bound up the first few stairs. Turning the corner, Arthur quickly pulls you against him, and you gasp as he maneuvers you into the corner of the stairwell, glaring down at you in an obvious attempt to silence you.

He leans down toward your ear, “Stay here.”

You nod, letting go of his coat as he turns to quietly ascend the stairs to the top of the landing, his hand staying raised toward you, beckoning you to stay. You hear movement on the floor above you, fast steps moving further away. Arthur waves down for you to join him, and you tiptoe up the stairs and duck into the first room where Arthur stepped into, slowly and quietly closing and latching the door behind you.

It is a large and ornate study, filled with art and books, a writing desk and couch decorated finely and lit with electric sconces. You groan lightly, looking around, thinking to yourself that the amount of finery in this room alone was more than you’ve seen in your life. Probably more than you could steal in your life.

You move closer to the bookshelves, eye on a glint of gold on the shelf. Begging to be touched.

“You heard what Dutch said. Keep your hands to yourself, little thief.” Arthur drawls as he leafs through papers on the ornate writing desk. He has an amused tone as he glances up at you before resuming his search through the documents on the table.

You snort under your breath, rolling your eyes at him. He saw you reach for the gilded letter opener on the shelf, of all the ridiculous things to cover in gold.

“Here we go.” Arthur pulls a document from the desk drawer that he jimmied open. He tucks it into his vest and closes the drawer.

“C’mon, let’s get back downstairs.”

You don’t move. Arthur scowls impatiently as a wicked smile starts to cross your features, your dark lips stained with rouge and eyes darkened with powder. Looking all the bit of a courtesan in some Parisian salon. The low dip of your neckline highlights your cleavage, normally hidden underneath workshirts and jackets.

“Mmm, let Dutch simmer some more. Down there’s his type of game.” You whisper, stepping closer to Arthur, who continues to scowl.

“We don’t have ti-”

Arthur’s voice halts immediately as his eyes widen, and your impish smile grows.

“Yes, we do.”

He lets out a deep breath, stuttering, as his eyes shoot downward. Your white-gloved hand palms his rapidly hardening cock in his trousers.

It takes him a few moments to pull himself together, far too long, in his opinion, but your fingers wrapping around his cock, even through layers of fabric, completely wipes clean the slate of thoughts in his mind.

Arthur blinks, groaning softly as he looks up to the ceiling for a second before looking back down. You're huddled against him, the fabric of your dress rustling against his suit, staring up at him with a satisfied smile, one hand pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, the other fervently stroking his cock.

You lean your head against his shoulder as he shudders, closing his eyes tightly.

“Oh, you’re so good , Arthur.” You whine softly, and he cannot stop a groan from escaping his throat, as one of his hands curls around your hip to take purchase on your rear, squeezing tightly. The other leans back against the built-in bookshelf, holding on for dear life, as if his legs were going to give out beneath him.

“ Jesus -” Arthur spits out, and cannot help put to thrust his hips forward, pressing hard and catching your hand between your bodies, “ Fuck , woman.”

You giggle, pushing back at him and your other hand traces down his chest, down his stomach, to his hips, and pulls at the buttons of his trousers. He squeezes your rear again, as your hand leaves his cock and joins your other one in opening his trousers. Damn this fancy suit and high-society trappings.

Arthur pants, breath coming out in loud huffs as you finally open his black pants, hiking up his starched white shirt to his stomach with one hand as the other encircles his cock.

Christ , he thinks he's seeing stars as you begin to pump your hand, stroking him with increasing pressure with your little fingers wrapped around his length. His hand moves from the bookshelf behind him to cup one of your breasts, squeezing lightly and eliciting a moan from your colored lips.

Despite your talented hand around his cock, Arthur finally seems to get his bearings, rubbing against the fabric of your dress, pulled tight and fitted around your bosom, and circling his other hand on your rear as he regains his footing, leaning over and taking your lips with his.

“Ah-ah.” You tut, allowing him to kiss you for only a moment before you swat his hand from your bosom, “Stop being greedy. This is my show.”

“ Shit .”

He cannot help but to swear as you start to sink downward, to your knees in front of him. The fabric of your maroon dress rustles as you slowly slide to the floor, keeping your eyes on his the entire time.

You take the length of his steel-hard cock in one of your gloves hands, the other pressed against his hip, and the small amount of skin visible from where his open pants hang.

Arthur groans aloud, his mouth hanging open as you stare up at him, your lips pursing for a moment before you take the blunt head of his cock into your mouth. You suck, softly at first, and one of Arthur’s hands flies to your head, and you narrow your eyes in warning, not to destroy the elaborate coiffure your long hair was styled into. The outlaw immediately retracts his hand, chided.

Your other hand floats to his other hip as you push your head forward, taking him further into your mouth. Arthur lets out a deep breath through his nose, eyes trained on your lips as inch by inch of him disappears into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

Your eyes flutter closed, breathing in through your nose, and push your head closer to his hips. He sucks in an audible breath, exhaling with a needy whine that you had no idea the man was capable of making. Arthur’s hand moves to gently cup your jaw, the slightest pull forward. You push past the discomfort, taking his entire length, your nose pressing against his pubic bone, dusting the chestnut curls at the base of his cock.

“ God almighty”, he grits out, watching you start to bob back and forth, his cock glistening with your saliva.

He cannot help but to thrust his hips forward slightly, groaning aloud as the head of his cock comes into contact with the back of your throat.

You continue for several moments, wrenching more sweet stuttering sounds from him before squeezing his hips. You pull back and Arthur’s eyes nearly cross when he can make out the faintest ring of lip rouge around the base of his cock.

You retreat, and for a fleeting moment, Arthur watches a thin string of saliva stretch between your wet lips and the glistening head of his cock, groaning as it breaks. You’re climbing back up him, hands at his hips, his waist, his chest, anchoring yourself to him as you stand from your knees.

“C’mere-” you grab one of his hands and pull him away from the bookshelf, and he follows, one hand holding his opened pants up, as you lead him to the fancy couch in the middle of the room. You push him down, and both he and you know that you can only move him with his permission - your small frame against his own.

Arthur grunts as he sits on the couch, spreading his legs as you stand in front of him. His hand automatically moves to his erection, stroking it handily as you lean over, pressing your lips to his.

A soft laugh escapes you as you lean over him to nip at his bottom lip, and he notices your hand starting to hike up the voluminous skirts covering your legs. Higher, higher, above where your black stockings end below your knees, to the swathe of your pale thighs, and the lacy trim of your bloomers.

With a grin, you straighten up, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your bloomers and pulling them, sliding them down your thighs to your knees, where they fall in a puddle on the floor at your feet. Arthur’s left-hand reaches toward your newly bared skin, toward the soft thatch of hair at the jointure of your thighs.

You swat his hand away, and he scowls.

“I told you, Mister Morgan. Stop bein’ so greedy.”

“Woman, I swear,” Arthur grits his teeth as he strokes his cock there on the couch, “if you don’t get o’er here-”

You cut him off by climbing onto his lap, holding your skirts up with one hand while the other finds purchase on the wooden trim of the back of the couch, behind Arthur’s shoulder. Bracketing his legs between your thighs, you lower yourself down, skin pressing to his, as your skirts fall to cover both of your lower bodies. You roll your hips, letting his cock slip between your folds, finding wet warmth there as you slide it between your legs.

Arthur growls, jutting his hips upward, seeking more pressure, heat, and wetness on his cock. His jaw hangs open as he pants, his hands firmly on the globes of your rear as you grind down on him. A needy, breathy moan escapes him, and you smile and coo in response.

“You want somethin’ there, Arthur?”

He has no idea where your sheer audacity came from. Maybe you’ve always been a spitfire and the times you’ve coupled he just overpowered you. Maybe you’re getting comfortable with this arrangement. Either way, he’s into it.

“I told you before, we don’t have time for you to be drawin’ this out…”

“Alright, alright…” you laugh, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you shift your hips upward, reach under your skirts with your gloved hand, and line his length up before slowly sinking down onto it.

That needy, breathless sound he made before bubbles to the surface again and spills from somewhere deep in his chest as you take him in, inch by inch within your tight warmth, and he’s forced to wonder how he could ever be parted from this ecstasy for long. How he wasn’t inside you constantly. How this is only the third time in months that he’s been enveloped in your hips.

What the hell has he been thinking? Wasting time as he has been…

Arthur is brought back to the world within this gilded room as you bottom out, a high, gasping sigh reaches his ears and he cannot help but to grasp tighter at your rear and push his hips upward, trying to push himself deeper into your cunt, if at all possible. After a moment, you roll your hips, gripping the trim of the couch with both hands, and slide your cunt so he is almost out of your body, only to resheath himself as you push back down.

“ Fuck , Arthur.”

“Keep goin’, keep goin’ girl.” He pants as you repeat the motion. And repeat it again. And again.

You shove your mouth against his, and he opens his with a throaty moan, his tongue pushing inside your mouth as you continue gyrating in his lap.

He coaxes a wail from you as he meets your thrusts, hands moving up to your hips and helping slam you back down onto him.

Thank god you had the wherewithal to close the door, as the heavy panting and groaning from the two of you fills the air, along with the rustling of your dress over his suit.

You’re panting, whining , throwing your head back as you stutter over him. Arthur’s hands are true on your hips, keeping them in rhythm as he meets them with short upward thrusts.

“Tha’s it, c’mon-” he pants as you keen, your eyes screwed shut as you feverishly grind down on him.

He would be damned if he found his end before you did. Even with you sucking him off like a whore on your knees, it was everything to keep him from spilling down your throat before. But as you get closer, closer to that point of no return, he realizes he needs to send you over that edge. For his own pleasure.

Your hips roll and your head is thrown back and you sigh in ecstasy as you tighten around him, he leans forward, hands on your lower back, pushing you down on him as you ride out your orgasm.

Arthur’s hands move your hips slowly over his, a smug grin spreading across his face. Finally, for the first time since you ran your little fingers down his cock, does he feel like he’s gained back some semblance of control.

He leans forward and nips at the shell of your ear before his hot breath upon it makes you shiver, “C’mon, we ain’t done yet.”

You whine, oversensitive, burying your head into the crook of his neck. He juts his hips upward in a half-hearted thrust, and the noise escaping your mouth verges on desperate.

“Up, wanna fuck you on the rich man’s desk,” Arthur grunts haughtily, and you pull back with a laugh, a sly smile on your face as you regain your bearings. You pull off of him, both of you gasping softly at the loss of him in your core. Standing up from his lap, his hands remain on your hips as your legs shake from your release. A mirthful chuckle bubbles from his chest as he stands up as well, one hand back to his pants to keep them up. Arthur moves his hand from your hip and playfully swats at your rear, urging you back to the writing desk that he had been rifling through at the beginning of this escapade.

Your skirts rustle, and you bend over quickly to grab your bloomers from the floor and tuck them into your bosom, between your breasts. Your heels click against the lacquered floor as you walk toward the desk, and you begin to turn around to face your outlaw until his hands find you again. He pushes you until your hips bump against the table, and your hands fly to the desk’s surface to stop yourself from falling forward.

“Arthur-!” You gasp in surprise, but further complaint is cut off as the man presses himself against you, forcing you to bend over, his arms encircling your shoulders and his breath against your neck as both of you bend over the table. He rolls his hips shortly against you, and his hardness hasn’t abided at all.

You’re guided down to your elbows, and one of Arthur’s large hands starts gathering the bottom of your skirts, crumpling them in lustful fists, the maroon gown and hidden white petticoat drawing upward.

The back of your legs are slowly bared to him, black stockings ending above your knee, and the paleness of your thighs as he flips the fabric up. He grunts as he draws your skirt clean over your hips, allowing it to collect at your waist, fanning out over the desk you’re sprawled out on.

His hands are greedy, moving to squeeze at your pert rear, and you shiver as one of his rough hands works downward, a finger trailing down your goosebumped skin to the folds of your cunt, obscenely wet from when you rode him on the couch.

“A-Arthur, don’t-”

“Don’t what ?” He replies harshly in your ear, laying on top of you again and taking that finger to press shallowly inside your swollen opening.

“T-tease me.” You grit out, unable to do much more than push your hips backward slightly onto his hand, but cruelly, he pulls his hand back from your core, and you whine in frustration as he places it back on your hip.

“Whatchu want, darlin’? Y’want my cock again?” Arthur grunts, and you feel the blunt, hot head of his cock press against your skin. You buck against him weakly.

“ Please. ”

He acquiesces to your plea.

Arthur slides his hard cock in between your folds and snaps his hips forward to bury himself within your cunt. He cannot help the groan that spills from him and is egged on by the high gasp you give as you place your cheek down on the desk as he begins to rock his hips back and forth.

His hands, rough and calloused and warm, encircle your hips as he drives into you, the wet noises of your bodies coming together would be embarrassing if either of you had any semblance of dignity.

Of course, you didn’t. Arthur has you bent over a writing desk in the mayor’s office, fucking you as if his life depended on it, your skirts hiked over your rear, and his pants falling to his knees.

He yanks on the stupid white bow tie constricting his neck, letting it fall open as he grunts. He leans over you again, moving one of the hands on your hips down, down, pushing skirts aside and reaching for the nub just above where he pierces you. He quickly finds it, and you keen .

“There we go.”

“St-stop… A-Arthur, it’s too much.” You cry, your legs shaking against his as he slams his hips hard against yours. His hand underneath your skirts circles your clit and you feel like you could die from the pleasure.

“Nuh-uh. Need another one from ya.” He grunts in your ear as you whine. His other hand moves from your hip to your lower back as he continues to grind his hips into your rear, the desk shaking with the movement.

Arthur covers your mouth as you scream, your cunt clenching so hard around his cock that he slams himself forward once and wrenches himself from you, throwing his head back in ecstasy. He grasps his cockhead in his hand, coming in sticky globs over his fingers, trying to save both your dress and his suit from the mess.

As the two of you pant, he gently places his large hand on your hips as he stands up, rubbing softly. He gently extricates himself from you, pulling your skirts to cover you as you lay panting on the table, utterly wrecked. He pulls a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiping his spend from his hand. He stuffs his softening cock back into his pants as he pulls them up and retucks his dress shirt in, trying to look more dinner party and less debauchery.

“Enough for you, Arthur?” You chuckle between heavy breaths. You push yourself to your elbows before looking back at him with the mischievous glint in your eyes from before.

He works at retying the bow tie at his neck.

You swipe the ornate letter opener from before and tuck it into your voluminous skirts. He doesn’t see you grab it.

“I dunno. You did say I’m a greedy man.”

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smolwritingchick · 11 months ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter Summary: BTS compete to be the best man/woman and hang out at an amusement park.

Words: 3,000+

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Run BTS! Episode 1

“1, 2, 3!” she smacked her hands together. “BTS’ Jennie. 17 years old in America. Your Miss Bangtan! Someone who is currently craving some smarties. I accidentally ate them all, I’m a little upset.” she laughed lightly.

“What do I think of V-Live? Well, I think it’s a great step for people to communicate with others globally.” she continued. “It’s simple and there’s a variety of things to watch if you come to V, so I highly recommend it. I think this will show a more goofy side to me and help connect more with the fans. I like it, it’s something fresh. You get to see the chaos BTS deals with on a daily basis. It’s real and natural. We’re being ourselves. There’s a lot of things you get to see about us and I hope that this will make you smile. So, visit V, give us lots of love and support all eight of us.”

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Run BTS! Episode 2

Jennie stood in between Jimin and J-Hope, wearing a long-sleeved white buttoned shirt, black dress pants and a bowtie as the members announced their variety show.

‘What kind of conditions do you guys think there are for the “best” man or woman?’ The members were asked.

“You have to be the tallest.” Rap Monster answered

“No, the best man or woman should be the strongest,” Jin replied.

“Everyone, isn’t it money?” Suga asked and shrugged while the members laughed.

“Hyung-nim!” Jin laughed, grabbing a hold of him.

“Suga, do you have money?” J-Hope asked.

“I have 10,000 won on my card,” he responded

“Jennie, what do you think makes the best man or woman?” Rapmon asked

“I think being open-minded is what makes the best man or woman. Oh, and you have to look great in Nike. Aren’t these kicks nice?” she pointed out her Nike sneakers, while the members groaned in response.

“She is so obsessed with that brand.” Jimin giggled.

“I’m just passionate. Hey, Nike, if you’re watching, I love you. Please notice your girl. I am open for endorsements~!” she waved while the members chuckled at her persistence.

“Jungkook, what do you think makes the best man or woman?” Rapmon asked

“Don’t you just have to be good at everything?” he responded with a grin

‘Appearance and figure are the basics to being the best man or woman. Now, a man/woman cool even on the inside is the best man/woman. Through various missions, the best man/woman out of BTS will be chosen.’

The first qualification is patience. One member from BTS will sit in a chair and hold water in their mouth. Other members will use various tools to tickle them. The member who doesn’t spit out the water and resists the longest will win.

“We’ll get started now. Before we start, let’s choose who will get bullied first.” Rapmon peered at the members.

“Ladies go first. I’ll go second.” Suga suggested

“Hol’ up, hol’ up! Why do I have to go first?” she exclaimed as she was dragged to the seat by Jimin and J-Hope while the members discussed who would go after her.

Seated in the chair between two small tables, she sighed and took off the black glasses she was wearing.

Jungkook rubbed his hands together, mischievously. “I got this,” he smirked evilly. “I know her weak spots.”

“Ha-ha, no the heck you don’t!” she laughed nervously and grabbed the cup of water. “Do not touch me,” she warned, pointing at him.

She took a sip of water and kept it in her mouth, waiting for the timer to off. However, one glance at Jungkook and Taehyung, who both made a funny face, caused her to laugh and spit out the water.

The members started laughing hysterically as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

“Wait! Wait!” she yelled over their laughter. “I want a redo! The timer didn’t even start yet!”

“We didn’t even touch you!” V gigglesd.

Pulling herself together, she held another sip of water in her mouth and prepared herself.

“Start!” Rapmon shouted as the members immediately began rushing in to tickle her.

But once she felt someone tickle her sides, she spit out the water within two seconds. Taehyung laughed loudly and happily clapped for his efforts as she figured out it was him who touched her side. She stood up and tried to smack him but he ran away while giggling.

“I can’t stand you!” she laughed

Clearly, she won’t be winning this round. Next was Suga, who seemed relaxed and confident.

“Start!” Rapmon announced as they went right after him, rushing in to tickle him.

Suga desperately tried to hold in the water, writhing around and fell out of his seat, receiving 14 seconds.

When it was Jin’s turn, V began tickling him with a glove covering his hands. Before he knew it, Jin had spat out the water in his face as everyone broke out in laughter once more.

Jen dropped her jaw, before holding onto Hobi, who was cackling at the scene. Meanwhile, V walked away, placing his head against the wall to pull himself together.

Next up was the Golden Maknae who sat in the seat. Once the timer started, the members went after him. As time went on, he still wouldn’t spit out the water.

“Oh my God, spit it out!” Jen yelled as she continued to tickle him all over with the guys but to no avail while the Golden Maknae squirmed around.

Jungkook’s shirt was disheveled and he had to rebutton some buttons, immediately taking first place with 65 seconds with the water still in his mouth. Next up was Rapmon as the members held his arms. Jen stood behind him, to tickle him.

Once it began, the rest of the members immediately tickled his underarms which caused Rapmon to throw his head back, smacking Jennie’s chest before squirming onto the floor. He had 1 second.

“Yes, he has the lowest record!” she cheered, rubbing her chest. “That hurt, you have a hard head, Rapmon.”

“Sorry!” he apologized profusely.

With Jimin, he lasted 4 seconds and J-Hope lasted 10. Lastly, it was V’s turn. He sat in front of a seated Jin as the members questioned if he’d get revenge. Once Rapmon yelled start, Jin leaned forward but then V suddenly spat the water onto his face and stood up, while laughing. Jin stood up and shoved him, causing the chair to fall down and then the water in his mouth was spat out, directly hitting Rapmon, J-Hope and Jennie.

“AHHHHHHH!” The members started running around, screaming, while Jennie had her eyes closed, and lips pressed together, trying to comprehend that she just got spat on.

“Dirty!” Rapmon yelled. “Infected!”

“I got spat on!” J-Hope yelled while Jimin started cackling.

The studio was ruined by the entire chaos as they tried to pull themselves together. In the end, Jungkook received first place in the first round.

For the second round, it was about Sexy Lips. The members were told that after putting on red lipstick, they must kiss the acrylic board with their mouths as wide open as possible. The member who had the widest distance between the lips would win.

Jennie went first again, sitting on the chair while V picked up the lipstick, twisting it so it could rise.

“Don’t you think you’re putting on too much?” Jimin giggled as he watched V go wild.

“I don’t even want to see my face, right now,” she responded and picked up the acrylic board.

Once she opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips to the board, she received 7.8 cm

Next was Rapmon as V placed a thick coating of lipstick on his lips receiving 8.6cm.

“Jeesh, that’s a big mouth.” Jen said while the members “whoa” in surprise when V opened his mouth wide.

Once he placed his lips on the board, he received 9.5cm. Suga got 8cm, Jin got 8.2, Jimin got 9.2 cm, Jungkook got 9.1cm and J-Hope got 9cm. In the end, V got first place.

For the last round, it was to find out who had the best strength and ability. The members must go around the cushions while dancing to the song and sit down on a cushion after listening to the staff’s whistle. One cushion will be taken out after each level and the last one left is the winner. Similar to musical chairs.

‘3rd round, 1st level. Six cushions left!’

The members started walking around to some kiddy music and once the whistle was blown, they instantly aimed to sit down on a cushion. Jennie quickly took a seat with Suga sitting right on top of her and she started laughing.

“Sorry, Suga. You’re out,” she responded while Jimin was sitting on top of J-Hope.

Suga stood up and chuckled. “I lost without even being able to use my strength.”

Four cushions are left while Suga and Jimin sit out. The remaining members walked around until Rapmon and J-Hope were out. No More Dream came on as the remaining walked around, immersed in the enjoyment of their debut song. Once the music stopped, Jen quickly sat down, bumping her wide hips against Taehyung just before he could sit on the cushion. Meanwhile, Jungkook had also sat on the cushion to eliminate Jin.

“97 Liners in the final round! Who will win?” J-Hope announced as they stood up.

“I think Jungkook will win,” Jimin responded

“Thanks, Jimin,” Jennie said, pretending to look betrayed.

“My money is on Jennie!” Hobi cheered

“Let’s hear a resolution since it’s the final round,” Suga suggested

“I’ve come this far so I’ll try to win. But I’m going up against Jennie, so for that, I will win.” Jungkook grinned cockily.

She shook her head. “Jungkook, I’m sorry but you gotta lose this time. It’s time for someone else to get the W,”

“We shall see~!”

Once Dope came on, they walked around while the members got hyped. When the chorus was about to come up, Jennie didn't dance, focused on winning while Jungkook danced timidly, with the same mindset as hers, disappointing the members. Since the 97 Liners wouldn’t dance full out, the other members decided to dance excitedly instead.

As the music progressed, JenKook faced each other while staring each other down as they walked around the final cushion. Once that whistle blew, both of the 97 Liners quickly went down for the cushion like a flash of lightning and they both ended up on the pillow.

“Ahhhh it’s a tie!?” Jimin laughed

“My butt is more on the cushion!” Jen demanded

“No, mine is!” Jungkook disagreed.

“I have a way bigger butt than him, my butt takes up a majority of the space. He’s on the edge! See?” she tried to point out as they all got into a huge discussion about who won.

The staff watched the video to see who exactly touched the cushion first to figure out the winner and it looked like Jungkook sat on the cushion a few seconds before she did, naming him the winner.

“Lame!” she complained but accepted her defeat.

After regrouping for the ending segment, Rap Monster recapped that they tried three games and waited for the staff to announce who was the best man or woman.

“Run BTS: the best man or woman, the winner is Jungkook.” The staff announced as the members applauded.

Jennie received third place for her efforts while Tae got second. Jungkook celebrated his victory by dancing to dope while having a thumbs up badge placed on his stomach.

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Run BTS! Episode 3

In the van, Jennie sat in the back with J-Hope, listening to rock music on her phone while some of the members started talking on camera for the next Run episode.

Today they were headed to an amusement park and Jen couldn’t contain her excitement. She enjoyed getting on the big rides and couldn’t wait to lift her arms up in the air. On the contrary, Jimin and Rapmon weren’t excited about what was going to happen today.

Once they arrived, Jennie jumped out of the van and clapped excitedly. “I’m so here for this!” she squealed in English to the camera.

“Ohhhhhhh yeah, man.” Jimin nervously spoke in English as he watched the roller coaster.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’ll be fun.” she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know about this,” he said warily.

“Jimin, trust me, it is not as bad as it seems.”

“I really don’t feel like riding, Ennie. That looks a little scary.” he continued to whine.

As they walked to the amusement park, Jimin was far behind while Jennie decided to walk with him to keep him steady.

“This is killing me,” Jimin turned to the camera.

“Watch him be the one that has the most fun at the amusement park.” Jen quipped, raising her eyebrows at the camera.

“I just hope I’ll be back alive after all this.”

“You will don’t worry.” she clung onto him from behind.

“Jennie, how excited are you for today?” The cameraman asked a few minutes later with her walking next to Jimin.

“On a scale of one to ten, it’s a ten,” she answered happily. “I enjoy rides. It’s been so long. The last time I went to an amusement park was with Amity where we had some vacation time. It was at Six Flags and we even took some photos there. One of the members had eaten just before the ride and threw up on me though...not a pleasant situation, but if this person ever sees this, just know that I forgive you.” she shot a thumbs up and chuckled at the goofy memory.

Trinity...

She really did miss being friends with the members and wished things were how they used to be.

If only...

After the members got into the park, they checked out the map to choose rides. They decided to go where number 84 was on the map and made their way over there.

Jungkook sported one of his favorite white shirts and beanie, walking next to Jennie with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh my God, that melanin.” she praised, taking a good look at his natural skin color in the sun. “You look good today, Kookie.”

The Maknae line was not being filmed at the moment while Jimin and Taehyung were walking a few feet behind JenKook, happily watching them. Taehyung had even taken out his phone to snap a photo of them. It was the perfect capture of her looking up and smiling sweetly at him while he looked down at her happily.

“Ah...I wonder if Jungkookie will try to make a move.” Jimin pondered.

“That’ll be the day. But just look at them, the size difference is so cute.” Taehyung replied with a giggle.

With the cameras filming them again, some of the members came across a snack stand. Jennie offered to pay for everyone, buying ice cream, water, pretzels, and churros. While continuing to walk to their destination, Taehyung fed Jen a bite of his ice cream cone.

“You want more?” he offered.

“Nah, I want to save my stomach for these rides,” she replied.

Once the members got in line for their first ride, Jungkook started jumping up and down. When they made it to the front, the members watched as the ride zoomed past them, back and forth at high speed.

J-Hope began laughing in disbelief. “I can’t ride that!” he exclaimed

Jimin watched in horror and began to run away. “Oh, eommaaaaaaaa~!”

Jennie laughed out loud, covering her mouth as she watched him whine. “Jimin, it’s okay!”

“Why?” Rapmon asked as he watched. “Wow, this is a culture shock.”

“You guys never actually experienced this before?” she questioned.

“You mean to tell me you go on these rides all the time!?”

“Whenever I could, I would,” she answered.

She got a kick out of the members' shooked expressions. Hopefully, their fear will dissipate and they find a way to enjoy the rides.

Rapmon and Jungkook were the first to go on and then it was Jimin and Suga. Jennie went on it next with a small camera to film her reaction. Once the ride began, a big smile came across her face as she accelerated high up in the air.

“WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” she joyfully screamed.

After the ride, the members walked around for the next big ride.

“What did you think of the first ride?” Jen asked as she walked with Jimin and Rapmon

“It’s scary because I’m aged,” Rapmon responded. “I need to keep healthy. My body is precious. Someone may suffer a heart attack.”

“Really?” she deadpanned, earning a soft laugh from the leader.

As the members got in line for the Goliath ride, some members complained about the dramatic scary music in the background while Jennie continued to be amused by their complaining.

Checking out the big ride, Jimin exclaimed in English, “Oh my God!”

“Hey,” Jungkook called out behind Jennie and she turned around to acknowledge him. “Want to go on this ride, together?”

“Absolutely!” she beamed, causing a big smile to appear on his face.

When it was time for them to ride, they sat next to each other. As the roller coaster slowly rode up to the top, JenKook could see the entire park from the top and even the parking lot.

“This is the fun part and where things get intense,” she said before the both of them yelled excitedly when they quickly accelerated down.

“WOO!” Jungkook yelled. “This is awesome!”

“I’m glad you’re having fun!” she yelled while the ride continued to twist and turn.

As the ride went through a sharp turn, she clasped her hand with his, feeling the rush of the ride. Jungkook happily held her hand as they began to slow down, signaling that the ride was about to end. After the ride, the 97 Liners checked out their photos that were taken during the ride, laughing wholeheartedly at their weird facial expressions.

For the next ride, the members were in line and Jen noticed J-Hope on edge. She decided to hug him from behind to help calm his nerves.

“Ah...why am I here? I am innocent,” he exclaimed. “Do I have to ride? Oh my God.” he watched the roller coaster.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Jen suggested as she released him. “Here, I’ll join you this time.”

“That would make me feel a little better. So please, stay with me,” he responded, clinging to her.

Once they got on the ride, they sat next to each other, strapped in. The roller coaster began moving and J-Hope’s stomach dropped when they began to rise up in the air.

“Oh! Ooooh! Agk!” he yelled, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Breathe!” Jennie grabbed his hand but then he began to squeeze it tightly, causing her to wince in small pain. “Ow, ow, ow, not so hard!”

As soon as they went down, riding at a fast pace, J-Hope began screaming for dear life, “AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH! WHY!? WHY!? AHHH! AHHH! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! AHHHHHHH!”

“WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOO-HOO-HOO~!” Jen screamed and threw her hands up in the air.

J-Hope glanced at her with fear. “PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN-AHHHHHHH~!” he continued to scream as they went faster.

After the ride was over, J-Hope looked dazed and dizzy and she began laughing and helped him walk to the exit.

“You good, fam? You made it, you survived the ride, aren’t you happy?” she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I fainted,” he responded and laughed. “Never again. Never. Let’s go! Let’s go home! Go, go home~!”

#bts 8th member #jungkook x oc #bangtan boys #the bangtan gal #bts additional member #bts #bts run #jungkook fluff #bts fluff

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earth4angels · 3 months ago

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Please help me understand Jace and his anger issues because i dont see it

Everyone in the fandom says he has anger issues but i only see him get angry at asshole that disrespect him and his loved ones. Like Aegon, Aemond, Ulf, the dragonseeds in general. He never gets super out of line with his anger. He always expresses his anger pretty rationally like with his mother and calmly like telling Aegon he can be the jester with him but to hol his tongue in front of his betrothed.

He just seems frustrated and he feels useless and wants to help his mother. He is grieving Luke but hes not in the anger stage of grief. He cried to Rhaenyra and opens up to Baela about how he misses Luke

I feel nuts because the Jace fans and writers seem to have this particular fanon for his character and everyone seems to agree on it.

But I just dont understand. Can you help explain it to me?

he holds a lot of resentment towards his family, even his mother. he feels trapped in this bubble. he wants to help and protect and fight for his claim. his anger comes out slowly, he’s been taught all his life to act like a prince, to hold his emotions in bc he will be king soon.

but we see him struggling. he’s angry all the time, and though he doesn’t show it, his facial expressions aren’t every hard to crack. with aemond he snapped, we see a portion of jace that if you tempt him too hard he’s going to snap, he’s gonna get violent. with aegon it was only a warning, he’s holding back but we see his hands twitching to punch him.

majority of the time we see jace angry he’s holding back, he’s a young adult thrown in a world of hate. he may have different morals and may have been taught to be respectful but he’s struggling how to keep these morals when he keeps getting tempted.

he’s asserting, way too mature for his age, he’s negotiable, he knows his laws, his history and he won’t be afraid to use them. he knows what he wants and he won’t hesitate to kill. jace is complicated, with baela he’s angry but he holds back bc he knows she’s the only one that understands him, but he’s annoyed too, that he as a crown prince isn’t fighting while his lady fiancée is.

i guess my version of jace with his anger is very in the limbo, he won’t hesitate to act out but to his s/o he’s gonna vent out, he’s gonna snap and tell you leave him alone, he may even push your hands away bc he’s just that built up with so much anger and frustration but he’s gonna take back his words and apologize, he only wants assurance, a bit of loving bc he’s busy trying to find where he fits in.

#✮ ໋𝜗𝜚 nattie replies!

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subskz · 1 year ago

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alr strap up IN ladies nd gays grindset live reaction to bb4 REAL (⬅️ pretending like the warnings aint got me quaking in my boots)

THE TWIN FLAMES CONVO I AM GIGGLING ND KICKING MY FEET DAWG THEY ARE SAUR CUTE I’M SICK,,, got me feelin delusional fr like yes chanathan nd i are soulmates thx for asking 😏 “do you like your reflection?” ”for once i do” SHUT THE FAWK UPPP I’LL CRY YOU THINK IGAF?!?!

hol up another #ourgeniusgrindset moment,,, a bitch just realized this goes back to bb1 THE FUCKEN PART WHERE Y/N TELLS CHANNIE TO PUT A FLAME BY HER CONTACT IN THE LIBRARY?!?! THE FUCKEN FORESHADOWING?!?!? MISSUS RIN YOU ARE INSANE FOR THIS ONE LITERALLY GOT ME FEELING LIKE THIS CONNECTING THE DAWTS

i loved that whole ass bowling scene like legit i would read 500k words of just y/n and hyungline fucking around THEY ARE SAUR SPECIAL TO ME 🥹🫶🏽 BUT LEE KNOW’S ANNOYING ASS PROVOKING,,, i’m glad y/n is losing patience wit him like mf i will show you a temper 🤣 nd changbinnie once again slaying as the best damn character in this fic i love him saur moch ngl it kinda makes me soft tht he still cares so much about y/n’s feelings even tho minho is his close bestie

OK IM BOUTTA DIVE BACK IN SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE QUEENIE

HERE WE GO!! please step up to the podium and never leave my dearest grindset hehe you know i love reading ur feedback like the finest literature!

they are so disgustingly in love aren’t they…thank you for supporting all the lovey dovey nonsense that ensues between channie and the reader HAHA i simply can’t help myself…them being twin flames gives me the perfect excuse for them to be this corny 🥰 I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT THAT DETAIL…our genius grindset indeed omg ur mind is sharp as ever! yes i wanted to include lil hints of them being twin flames all throughout the story but i thought it’d be more fun if it wasn’t acknowledged until the end hehe…and thermodynamics + the emphasis on temperature was the opportunity for that >:) it seriously warms my heart that u noticed smth as small as that!

that’s so sweet of you to say 😭 u know i love my hyung line boys don’t test me i might just actually do it! i’m really happy you enjoy the scenes w them they’re lots of fun to write! BINNIE <333 truly our best boy and the reader’s lifeline…now that bb is complete it’s safe to say i had the best time writing him throughout the story! and yes! as much as bin loves lino he also has a lot of love for the reader that she underestimates ㅠ

judging by where you’ve left off things are abt to get a lil bumpy out there…i wish u the best of luck w the rest of pt.4 babe ♡

#ask #grindset #💌#the conspiracy board meme 😭 exactly what it felt like outlining the story

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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years ago

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So, y'all seemed to like my last TMR OC/idea prompt list thing, so I thought I'd do another one.

But actually focus on OC ideas this time.

Okay, so here are some cool OC ideas because there's actually a lot you can do with this universe, but everyone does the same shit.

And I am here to provide:

A transfer character. Can be used for either the books or the movies, but an OC that starts off in one Maze and then gets moved to another with no warning could be an interesting concept. WICKED has made giant simulation Mazes, monsters, flesh eating floating metal balls and teleportation windows- I don't think it's that far-fetched that they could scoop a kid from one Maze and throw them in another.

So, Thomas and Teresa obviously built the Maze, so prodigy characters are a staple of the series. I think an OC that has a lot of knowledge about anatomy and biology, who could work as a Med-jack or a Slicer, who actually designed and made the Grievers, and obviously doesn't remember it, could be a interesting concept.

More male OCs pls. I love seeing these ladies, don't get me wrong because it makes things more interesting. But I think fanfiction can just be for fun and I love seeing some casual normal guy OCs kicking it around the Glade. (Saying this as someone who has male and female characters for this universe.)

I'd also love to see a trans character.

An OC that snuck into the Maze could also be fun. I feel like I need to explain this one more. Picture this: your character is like Teresa and Thomas and has enough of watching their friends be tortured and killed, so they set themself up to go into the Maze early. So they rock up early, like in the middle of two Greenie days and it freaks everyone out. (This could also be an easy way to make it make more sense for fem! OCs to end up in the Glade.)

OC with a cyborg limp of some kind. WICKED could make it happen, don't tell me they wouldn't.

Also, lemme give some names 'cause there was a phase a while back where OCs had the most random names and people completely ignored the fact that all the characters in the Mazes are named after famous people.

(I have used some of these names for my own characters, but I will not be revealing the name of my main OC because she is too precious to me and I am protective over her name. I may one day post about her if people are interested.)

MASCULINE

Otto - Otto Hahn: A German nuclear chemist who is often referred to as the father of nuclear chemistry and nuclear fission.

Leo - Leonardo da Vinci: This one is obvious but just in case you don't know; a famous polymath of the High Renaissance who had several talents, including painting, engineering, science and sculpting.

Dalton - John Dalton: An English chemist, physicist and meteorologist. He introduced the atomic theory into chemistry and researched into colour blindness (also known as Daltonism in many languages).

Al/Alan - Alan Turing: Cryptanalyst famous for his work during the Second World War.

Micky- Michael Faraday: A philosopher who contributed to the study of electromagnetism and electrochemistry.

GENDER-NEUTRAL

Clerk - James Clerk Maxwell: Scottish mathematician responsible for the theory of electromagnetic radiation.

Coper - Nicolaus Copernicus: A Renaissance polymath who formulated the model of the universe with the Sun in the middle.

Andy - Anders Celsius: A Swedish astronomer who invented the Celsius temperature scale.

Mo - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Famous composer.

Hol - Andy Warhol: Famous artist.

FEMININE

Mea/Marie - Marie Salomea Curie: A pioneer of radioactivity.

Barb - Barbara McClintock: A famous cytogeneticist.

Emmy - Emmeline Pankhurst: A suffragette and women's rights activist.

Octavia - Octavia Hill: An artist and radical who pioneered affordable housing and can be considered the founder of the modern social network.

Lia - Amelia Earhart: The first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.

Yeah, okay, there ya go, hope some of y'all find this useful, or maybe even interesting lmao.

#tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #tmr imagines #the maze runner #newt the maze runner #thomas the maze runner #tmr

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askdiohol · 2 years ago

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sorry abt that last one if ya like what are some of ur favorite diohol headcannons?

//hmmmm...this is quite hard for me to come up with a good answer! I'm not the best at formulating my thoughts, so bear with me here. Unfortunately I can't find readmore on mobile...

I think what I love most is hol's cluelessness paired with dio's relentless pursuit. Hol is either completely unaware that he likes men or is in complete denial, leading him to try far too hard to chase after ladies. Dio on the other hand is left pining for a painfully clueless idiot who has no idea that part of why he feels so uncomfortable around dio is his complete acceptance of his bisexuality.

Perhaps what dio likes about hol is not really his appearance, but his personality. Sure hol is handsome, but nowhere near the stunning beauty of dio himself- and he's well aware of that fact. I love when dio himself is a bit puzzled about why he wants hol so bad-- but part of the fun is having to chase after hol and try to get him to want him. Everyone else wants dio, but it makes it more fun if he has to work for it.

As far as straight up headcanons go, I think dio is quite lonely despite how he acts. He surrounds himself with others, but no one knows his true self or actually loves him. Its all a smokescreen, and underneath he is still a scared, abused child warped into a cold and calculated killer. Part of that is his vampiric nature, sure, but seeing as how he has such a soft spot for his mother I think a lot of the way dio is is because of the consequences of his upbringing, not because he's naturally a monster...if that makes sense. I'm rambling.

I would say that hol's warmth is what draws dio in. He is the sun to his moon or whatever other poetic stuff you want to throw in there; hol is exactly what he looks like, there is no smoke and mirrors. He's a liar, a cheat, but underneath it all there is a heart of gold. He hated Jonathan for being such a picture of goodness in the world, but hol has vices and is therefore more "real" to dio. He might pretend to be the picture of masculinity, but there's a puzzle under the surface that I'm sure dio wants to crack open and study.

A lot of the complexity of the ship for me comes from dio simply because we know way more about him. My most notable headcanons for hol include that he's actually from New Jersey and just pretends to be a cowboy to seem cool, and that he's a cat person.

I warned you I wasn't a good at this, but those are some rambling thoughts. I need to get back to work but yeah!

#answered

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roadkill-writes · 2 years ago

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Party animals

Pairing: Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz x female!reader

Prompt: "I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart" And “Are you going to tell him?”

Word count: 6.1 pages · 2,208 words

Warning(s): Swearing, underage drinking, name calling, Hawk being stupid

Part 2

You told Demetri there was no way you were going to the party at Moon's house and some how here you were, getting dragged through the front door of her house by none other than your dojo member Miguel. Somehow within the first few minutes of being in the house Miguel patted you on the back and disappeared into the crowed of school mates and people you've never met before. You slowly made your way through the house, having to push a few teens out of the way while doing so, running into Moon finally.

"Oh my god, (Y/n)! Demetri said you weren't coming I didn't expect you to be here. Drinks are in the kitchen and kegs in the backyard." She had a wide smile on her face, red solo cup in hand the only indicator is was a real high school party and not the kind you, Eli and Demetri used to have. You gave her a smile back not wanting to seem rude with her knowing you didn't want to be here. "Yeah, ended up having a change of plans and thought why not come over for the fun." You knew that was a lie but couldn't muster up the guts to tell her the real reason why you didn't want to show. Scanning the crowd you seen the one person you did want to avoid here, that person being Demetri in question. "Well I'm so glad you could make it (Y/n). I'm gonna get back in there go have fun." She gestured over her shoulder back towards the living room where Demetri was. Once she turned around to leave you spun around to part ways but ended up running face first into someone's chest. You stumbled back a few steps taking a look to see who it was.

"What were you two talking about?" You had a confused look on your face. "Hawk?" He gave you a stupid flirty smile like he normally does, handing you a red cup full of who knows what. "Here princess, drink up." Taking the cup from his hand and taking a sip, that damned nickname he decided to call you since he turned into “Hawk” and god did it ruffle your feathers. It was liquor mixed with little to no coke, this wasn’t your first rodeo but god was liquor not your go to drink, especially with little to no mixer in it as well. “Jeez I know you’re a badass now but no mixer? What’s wrong with you?” You choked out a small laugh, looking around at everyone.

Hawk gave you a friendly chuckle with a smile and took a sip of his own drink. “It’s honestly something you just get used to. But what were you two ladies talking about?”

You threw a playful smile on your face you knew about Hawk and Moon’s old relationship and you knew how hung up on her he was. “Oh, you know just the usual; nails, hair and how I’m gonna beat your ass if you don’t stay out of my business.” Punching hawk in the shoulder, but immediately turning your attention to the the cheering going on out back.

Making your way out of the sliding glass doors onto the back porch to be met with the crown of people standing around Tory and some random guy standing on bar stools on one foot chugging out of red solo cups as the crowd cheered ‘chug! chug! chug!’ Watching as Tory gulped down her cup swiftly. You clapped and cheered her along as the guy fell down off of his stool while Tory held her cup to rejoice in her winnings throwing the cup down to the ground and yelling into the crowd who wanted to challenge her next and both you and Tory loved challenging each other at the dojo sho what could be the damage in taking up her offer.

“Who wants to go next!”

“Hey, miss sunshine! I’ll take ya up on your offer!” You held on to some poor guys shoulder as you climbed atop of the wooden bar stool your chunky heel of your ankle boots making a clonking noise at it made contact, being handed a red solo cup. You and Tory both stared at each other with a gleam in your eyes a challenge in which who could hold their alcohol and themselves up better on one foot. Tory definitely knew how to hand her alcohol but you’ve seen her sparring at the dojo you’ve out balanced her plenty of times to know you could win this you just had to hold on longer than she could, obviously.

”New game!” Both you and Tory raised your cups in a cheering motion inches away from clinking the plastic cups together, raising one leg up just like a flamingos and all at once the crowd started just as they had been earlier when you walked out shouting, Chug! Chug! Chug!. Tory gulped down her drink in fast succession as you slowly started to down yours, this wasn’t a race of who could drink the fastest just of who could stand on one leg drunken longer. Tory had been at this game long before you had stepped outside so she couldn’t last much longer could she?

Finishing your drink here some people on the crowd cheering for you long with stingray and some girl he brought along. Getting handed another cup, downing that one a bit quicker this time you began to sway a bit as the wind pushed through, Tory couldn’t help but smirk as you tried to ground yourself to stop the swaying.

”Is it getting too much for you, freak?”

You crumbled the empty cup in your hand before throwing in to the ground not caring who it hit on the way down. “Not yet, but you couldn’t possibly last much longer sunshine!”

Yes to everyone else it might seem as if you and Tory actually hated each other but in all honesty that’s just how you’ve acting towards each other since you’ve became friends, saying rude things to each other in challenges to push each other to do better. You called her sunshine because of the very clear difference of her attitude to the seemingly nice name, everyone could tell Tory’s attitude was anything but Mrs.sunshine. And she called you what’re the hell she felt like would fit in the moment but sometimes you still felt as if there was some truth behind her words as you were in fact a freak. Hung out with people of a much lower popularity class as everyone else at least that’s how most people see it.

Taking another cup from a hand in the crowd, Tory doing the same the crowd began again yelling Chug! Over and over again. Both of you about six maybe seven cups in and now moving onto shot of vodka holding the shot glass in your hand you began to sway you noticed that you had almost put your foot down but focused and steadied yourself.

“How ya doing over there, (y/l)?” Tory gave you a smirk.

”Oh I could do this all night.” You threw back your shot and threw it to the ground. And just like that Toriywas laying on her back, the stool had kicked out from beneath her.

“Guess someone couldn’t hold their liquor, huh?” You looked down on Tory from atop of your stool. Tory gave you a disgusted look as you stepped down off of the stool, throwing out your hand you helped pick Tory up from the ground.

”Good game there sunshine.” You smiled and jokingly judged she arm with your elbow.

“Didn’t think you’d be able to hold your liquor sweetheart. But Monday in the dojo a new challenge.”

”Oh you’re so on Tory!” You patted her on the back accepting the challenge turning to walk back inside to the kitchen. At this point the world was spinning a bit but eh you would manage, mixing up another drink of vodka and whatever mixer was laying around on the counter.

“(Y/n)? I thought you said you were coming.” Whipping your head around to me met with Demetri with a confused but saddened looking face. you knew it was inevitable that you weren’t going to avoid on of your friends for long but god why did it have to be while you were drunk.

“Demetri, hey!” You couldn’t notice the slight slurring in your words but he definitely could. “Here take a sip you look a lot more sober than I am now.” Pushing your drink towards his face.

Demetri pushed the cup out of his face, ”You know drinking isn’t going to make you forget about him you know.”

Chugging down your cup and angrily placing it back on the counter before trying to start making another one. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Demetri. I’m having fun, letting loose ya know. Now drop it.”

He shook his head in frustration and pursed his lips together before stating, “Are you going to tell him? Or am I going to have to? This is the longest running running secret I’ve kept and believe it or not it’s eating at me.”

”Gonna tell who what?” Hawk stood across the kitchen island from you both. You swore your heart stopped beating in that moment in time as your eyes connected.

“Hawk… it’s nothing drop it.” You grabbed your mixed drink and went to step away.

”She’s been in love with you for years and you’re to blindly in love with Moon to see it!”

You felt your cup slipping out of your hand as Demetri blurted out your entire life secret the one that’s been eating away at you for years, the one you stayed up at night thinking about constantly, the one that made you avoid playing truth in truth or dare. The one that made you join karate in hopes that maybe then he’d see.

You didn’t stick around to see what you come out of either of their mouths, making a b-line out of the kitchen pushing and shoving people out of your way to the nearest set of stairs to get way from everything and then everyone. Shutting yourself away into a bathroom with your back up against a way in hopes no one would be bothered to come looking for you. The sound of knocking pushed you out of your trance of running through your own head.

“It’s occupied!”

Another laps of knocking came from the other side.

”For fucks sake I said it was occupied!”

Again more knocking and at this point you were drunk and beginning to get more angry than you already were quickly unlocking the door and swinging it open, “Can’t you fucking lis-“

You hastily tried to shut the door again as a foot got stuck in the door, “Hawk go away.” You felt defeated, absolutely drug through the mud.

”(Y/n), you’re drunk and I don’t think you should be alone right now.” He started to push the door open some more, you just stepped back believing you’d be strong enough in your drunken state to push against the door to keep him out.

Closing the door behind him and leaning up against the sink while you stood across from him in your original position against the wall. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“And what exactly was I supposed to say to you? Oh hey Eli I’ve been I love with you since middle school please date me!” You flapped your arms around as you spoke.

Hawks breathe hitched when you heard you call him Eli for the first time in a while. “I’ve liked you too for a while but I’m sorta with Moon and you know that.” Hawk across his arms over his chest.

That made your blood boil that he’s still pining after a girl who’s clearly not interested in him anymore at this point you were in fact shouting in anger, “Oh please Eli, she doesn’t like you anymore! Why don’t you see that?”

Hawk dropped his arms down to his sides in disbelief of your words, “We’re on a break dude and I’m trying to win her back over!”

It was now a screaming match between the two of you and your didn’t care who heard you at this point. “I’ve been your friend for a while now Eli and I’m definitely not afraid to tell you that you’re a fucking idiot she’s clearly moved on did you not see her in the living room arm wrapped around that other girl!”

”Maybe we shouldn’t be friends then anymore if you’re going to try make me feel stupid about my decisions!”

”Fine then Eli I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart!” You swung the bathroom door open and pushed past Eli to get out of the door making sure you push your shoulder into his as you went past. Can’t believe Demetri and how stupid Eli is being

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