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fierymiasma · 1 year

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ꕥ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ꕥ

Summary: Ominis's smile was dangerous. "Sebastian here proposed a contest. Of course, we'll all be together eventually in the end, but while we are wooing you, why not try a fun game?" She gulped. "A game?" "A contest: whoever charms you more, gets your first kiss." Requested by holotapes

Words: 1.5k

A/N: This will be a short mini-series, I promise it will eventually get to the prompt, please be patient!

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It was hard for her to see anything through the thick billowing steam of the Hogwarts Express. The hero of Hogwarts spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of her Slytherin friends amongst the crowd of bustling students. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't managed to find them in any of the train carriages.

Sebastian and Ominis had been acting strange for the entirely of their 6th year. She had naturally expected there to be some distance between the two Slytherin boys after Uncle Solomon's death. Yet, as the weeks dragged on and winter turned into spring she was surprised the find the utter vitriol that they two had for each other. It seemed like whenever the three of them were together, Ominis would sneer some passive aggressive comment aimed at Sebastian's character (or lack of). And Sebastian would scowl, and tug her closer to his side possessively, trying to keep her away from Ominis.

It was honestly a nightmare being the mediator between the two boys. She had absolutely no idea what could have exacerbated the rift that was in between them, but she prayed that it had been resolved by now.

"There's my favorite girl." A smooth, purring voice whispered into her ear from behind her. She squeaked in alarm, nearly jumping out of her skin to bump into the larger man behind her.

She spun around, hands on her hips, right about to give the rude interloper a piece of her mind. Any reprimanding words died in her throat. Her mouth became suddenly dry.

Sebastian greeted her with the confidence of a man who knew how attractive he was. His already smooth voice had dropped an octave. Only one summer has passed since she last seen him. They used to be the same height, but now she had to look up in order to make eye contact with him. Sebastian had filled in, shoulders a lot more broad then they used to be. His thick school robes failed to hide the muscular definition he had built up. The baby fat on his cheeks that she liked so much had disappeared, instead replaced with a handsome jaw line. His new tan failed to hide the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose.

He was…well…Sebastian had always been devastatingly handsome-objectively speaking, of course- but this…this was far too much.

"You…look….you look-" her face turned bright scarlet, unable to find an adjective that was appropriate. It was normal for good friends to comment each other's appearances. Right?...Right? Sebastian's lips curled upwards teasingly, no doubt taking joy in her discomfort.

"-you look…well, Sebastian."

"The summer air in Feldcroft has been kind to me." Sebastian stared at her with the sort of intensity that made her look away from his gaze. "I could say the same to you. It seems that the sun has blessed your skin rather nicely over the long break."

Her brows twisted in confusion. Had her skin been that bad in their sixth year? She hadn't been the most immune to typical teenage acne woes, but surely, they hadn't been so awful?

She brushed her fingertips to her cheeks. "Sebastian, what do you mean-"

Before she could finish the thought, a new voice from behind her interrupted their conversation. "Hello, dove."

Again, she jumped a good inch in the air, nearly tripping over her feet into Sebastian's chest. Ominis's smooth aristocratic voice was recognizably familiar. However, the new nickname for her, "Dove", was certainly not. Since when was Ominis, the boy who was bred upon fine etiquette, ever so forward with his female friends? She turned around, blinking in confusion.

Whatever strange phenomenon happened to Sebastian over the summer seemed to have inflicted itself upon Ominis was well. In only a couple of months, Ominis had sprouted as tall as a giant. His legs seemed to travel forever. It didn't hurt that he was always dressed so well, the well-fitted expensive fabric clung to the sharp lines of his body. She couldn't help but rudely ogle at his pale neck. With his high cheek bones and beauty marks, Ominis had always been unfairly pretty. Unfortunately (fortunately?), it had only gotten worse over time.

Her brain finally caught up with her. She had been staring rather rudely for a while. Finally, she blinked, registering the new, odd, nickname Ominis called her. "D-dove?" She repeated dumbly.

Ominis smirked, getting closer to her. Wow, even if she got on her tiptoes, she wouldn't be able to meet him at eyelevel. "Is that not what you are: an innocent, beautiful bird amongst the sea of hawks?"

Her throat was dry. Who taught Ominis to talk like this? In their sixth year, Ominis was nothing but curt, overly formal, and incredibly testy whenever Sebastian was around.

Was this even Ominis at all? Perhaps this was Polyjuice. Or maybe it was a prank. Ominis hadn't taken too kindly to her prank as Headmaster Black all the way back in their 5th year. Yes, this was certainly some sort of jest to make her feel incredibly nervous.

It was working.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. "A-am I to understand, in your analogy, that I am your prey and Sebastian and you are the hawks hunting me?"

Ominis was so close to her. She couldn't help but take a step back, only to nearly step on Sebastian's shoes. It seemed as though the path blocked by Ominis in front of her and Sebastian behind her. Her head swiveled around. Neither of the boys seemed particularly upset at the violation of her personal space.

Sebastian threw his arm around her neck in a friendly manner that was anything but causal from her perspective. "Ominis, give our poor girl a rest! She's had a rather long journey after all." Sebastian winked.

Her muscles stiffened in surprise. Sebastian was always a more tactile person, always clapping his friends on the back, always pulling her close to his side in a duel. None of that was new…but the thickness of his biceps certainly was. As his biceps flexed around her neck, she shivered. She could feel the toned fibers of the muscle straining against his Hogwarts robes. Was Sebastian always so muscular?

What…in Merlin's name was going on? Her brain felt so foggy, maybe it truly was some type of hex they secretly cast on her. Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of her dazed state of mind. She needed to gain some type of normalcy to this frankly bizarre exchange.

Coming up with nothing to fix this rapidly escalating situation, she stuck out her hand for a handshake, as if she was greeting an old acquaintance instead of one of her closest friends. Even as she did so, she cringed, already feeling so awkward.

"Um….how was your summer, Ominis?"

Ominis's thin hand reached up to hold her hand, but instead of shaking it, he held it in his. Her body stilled, frozen in place, not wanting to ever let go of him. Before she could even react, he bent at the waist bringing her hands up to his lips. His cold lips brushed against the top of her hand, in a very polite kiss. It was a featherlight touch, barely there, but it still left a searing burn on her skin that travelled up her arm. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

This…wasn't…she wasn't trying to offer her hand for him to kiss it! Sure, it was normal, even respectful for any gentleman in this day and age to greet a lady in this manner but…common courtesy dictated that it last no more than a few brief seconds.

…and…well, time seemed to be moving differently, but she was certain that his kiss lasted far longer than normal.

As Ominis (quite sadly) pulled away, the bustling noises of the other students around them came back to life. She was suddenly reminded that they were not alone. Sebastian, jealous, envious, possessive Sebastian, had bore witness to it all. Even if it was a polite gesture between friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow it to happen.

She looked back fearfully, terrified that Sebastian's infamous temper would boil over and lash out at Ominis.

To her shock, the same flirty look was on his face. "Why Ominis, leave some for me next time?"

She felt lightheaded. She never labelled herself as one of those highbrow fancy ladies who needed a fainting chair everywhere they went but…at this rate, it might be a good idea to conjure one up anyway.

This all had to be attributed to the vapors of the Hogwarts train, a collective moment of craziness or delusion that they all shared. They were all having an active psychotic break. Or…some type of magical curse.

"I…I need to go um…" Her brain came up blank. "-say hello to Poppy and Natty!"

And, the hero of Hogwarts and the most powerful witch of their generation, fled the scene with as much grace as she could muster.

As she turned to look back, Sebastian sauntered close to Ominis, learning his shoulder against his. Their bodies pressed closely against each other, uncaring of the lack of personal space. They both looked completely unperturbed at how she rudely brushed them off.

She shivered. What in Merlin's name was going on with them?

Part 2

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hphl #harry potter #sebastian sallow fic #harry potter hogwarts game #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts oc #ot3 #ominis x sebastian #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #silver trio

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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Could you write a fic where Eddie and reader have been dating for a little bit but Eddie wants to keep it a secret and reader thinks he’s like embarrassed to be dating her and gets upsets but then he admits he just wanted to keep it a secret bc he didn’t want her getting bullied. because he’s “the freak” of the school. Sorry if this is stupid it just randomly popped in my brain and I haven’t stop thinking about it.

warnings: swearing, angst to fluff, idk what else but please tell me if i missed something!

pairing: eddie munson x reader

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you and eddie have been dating for around 3 months now, you started out friends, but it lead to more. and you’ve never been happier

but the thing is, nobody really knows about you two. eddie said he wanted to keep it a secret and you went with it, you didn’t mind at first, but a lot of thoughts started going through your head

why would he possibly want to keep it a secret? you managed to convince yourself it was some totally reasonable thing, but then it got worse when he started denying even seeing you at school

you were okay with it since it was a secret, but more thoughts went through your head and you couldn’t deal with it anymore. it was pretty clear why he wanted to so badly keep it secret.

you had told him to meet you in your secret spot near the woods at lunch and he said okay, thinking you were gonna just hang out like always

“hey baby” he said as he walked towards you and kissed you

“hey” you lightly smiled but it quickly faded. “we need to talk”

his face dropped slightly as he sat down with you, “what’s going on?” he asked, worry consuming him, only thinking the worst.

“i can’t do this anymore” you said

“w—what?” he breathed out

“i cant with this anymore!” you snapped as you motioned to yourself and him, “you—i can’t do this secret shit anymore, i already know why and i don’t want to deal with it anymore”

“y—you do?” he furrowed his eyebrows

“it’s getting a little old, and i’m not stupid! your moves aren’t that clever, and don’t fly over my head. i know. when you deny us even knowing each other, refusing to interact with me, not even romantically! i just…” you sighed as you tried to blink your tears away, but it didn’t work, “im tired of being the girl you’re so embarrassed of that you can’t even tell people you know me” you continued in a low voice while your tears streamed down your cheeks

“sweetheart” he said as he held your hand, “i could never be embarrassed of you! it’s the complete opposite! i mean…i’d love to tell people about you, and show you off. but…” he paused for a second and looked away, “i don’t want you to be the embarrassed one…going out with the freak…everyone will hate you, and say mean things and i just—i don’t want you to deal with that like i did” he sighed

“what?” you knit your eyebrows, you gently held his chin and turned him to face you, “you really think i care? you think i care about what stupid jason has to say? or some other meat head idiot, i only care about you and that’s what matters. i want us to be together…no matter what the others say, i only want you, eddie”

“really?” he said and you chuckled

“i mean…i can just find some other metal head—“

“hmm no” he said, “nobody can replace me, i’m too metal”

“way too metal” you giggled and gave him a kiss

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie my love <3

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teenagedirt · 1 year

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No need

Colby brock x female reader

Warnings:vivid description of Drowning,Colby is an asshole for a bit.

Note:this is actually kinda based on something that happened to me.

Your pov

Colby and I have decided to go swimming in the nearby lake as a date. We haven't spent a lot of time together so it's perfect. I step into the water, I shiver at how cold it is.

I look over at colby he has been talking to the same stranger for the last thirty minutes. I give up on trying to get his attention and just float around on my back, while floating,I forget about the drop off, neither me or colby could touch the bottom. I stop floating,and I find myself submerged. I try holding my breath,but that doesn't last long,I inhale water, I make my way to the surface and sputter. "COLBY" I yell before I'm submerged once again,getting a mouth full of muddy lake water. He still stands talking that that same guy, I feel the burning sensation go down my throat, as I make it up one last time, "COLE" I yell, needing help. I go back under,the burning is replaced with a feeling of calmness, as I slip out of consciousness.

Colby pov.

"Hey,uh I think your girl may need you" the man, who I know as Harold tells me. I look back and see y/n go under the water.

"Shit" I say and swim over to her, I grab ahold of her body, it's limp in my arms. I carry her onto the grassy bank of the lake. I try to do cpr. Not long after, her eyes shoot open and she spits out water. "What the hell kind of Shit was that, if you wanted my attention you could have just swam over to me" I yell,happy she's okay, but irritated.

Your pov

I cough up the remaining water. "WHAT!" I prop myself up with my arms. "COLBY I ALMOST DIED,I WASN'T DOING IT FOR ATTENTION YOU BITCH" I yell and manage to get up on shaky legs. I grab my Tshirt and shorts I slide them over my swimsuit swimsuit, I slide my sandles on and pull my phone out. "I'm calling an uber" I say before walking off.

"I SAVED YOU LIFE AND YOUR GONNA ACT LIKE THIS, FUCK YOU!" he yells, my blood boils, he accused me of doing it for attention then does that.

"YOU ALREADY HAVE" I yell before walking off completely. I ride home in the Uber.

*time skip,when colby gets home*

He walks into our room, while I'm texted one of my friends.

"Y/n can we talk?" He asks,his voice desperate.

"I guess" I say still on my phone,still bitter from earlier.

He grabs my phone and puts it on the table next to him. "I'm sorry, I'll do anything for you to forgive me"

"No need, I'm pissed, I'll forgive you when I'm ready." I say and leave the room, grabbing my phone on the way out.

It's the next day, and I slept on the couch last night. I've decided I'm dome being a bitch about it and just forgive colby,even if his words hurt me,I'm sure mine hurt him too.

"Colbs" I say,stepping into our room. "I'm sorry" I say, he sets his phone down.

"I'm sorry too"

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I think this is longer, sorry for all the short ones.

#x reader #fanfic #stories #fluff #colbybrock #sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #female y/n

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frozenjokes · 4 months

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hOtgUy drops by to pick up his visor, and Cub viscerally regrets not googling his name before then (1/2)

Tuesday was a big stocking day for the little shop where Cub worked, and easily his busiest of the week as he managed most of the stock, keeping track of what they had, sorting things, generally doing anything that kept him off the sales floor. The type of people shopping in a place like this tended to have fragile egos, and Cub, despite his previous best efforts, did not have a delicate touch. Self proclaimed superheroes would happily get into fights, suffer massive injuries, and generally engage in borderline suicidal behavior in the pursuit of a thrill, but say they have a big head one time, and you find out who the most sensitive members of society really are. (And she did have a big head, literally and metaphorically, it wasn’t Cub’s fault they didn’t have a helmet that fit.)

You could say he and his manager occasionally butted heads after incidents like these, disagreeing especially on how the aftermath was handled (admittedly, never well on Cub’s part, but he struggled to mask under pressure), but there was nothing either of them could do about it besides stick Cub in the back where no one could see him and pretend to like each other. She couldn’t fire him; a higher up was a family friend, and they knew Cub needed the help, and Cub couldn’t quit, because, again, money was always an issue, so the two of them just had to suck it up and deal. In the end though, it wasn’t a bad gig, not when he didn’t have to speak to people most of the time. It would just be a little nicer if his manager wasn’t always convinced he was doing a shit job.

Cub had been excited this morning for that to change, though in the flurry of handling supplies and dealing with deliveries, and having to micromanage everything, he had forgotten HotGuy was coming. The trucks had been late today, as well as a few other issues Cub had been dealing with, so he was still outside around noon, and coming back in to hear HotGuy’s voice was quite the scare. Mostly because he was so loud.

“-Oh yes! Positively delightful, knew exactly what the problem was and assured me you all would have exactly what I’m looking for. You know, I don’t often take a look around the smaller stores for the things I need; a lot of my equipment is custom made, but this place is just adorable, seriously, adorable. I’m so lucky Cub and I ran into each other! Is he here? Could I speak with him?”

His manager was clearly flustered, reasonable given that bigger names like HotGuy never stopped by smaller shops like this. It was cheaper, sure, but the quality wasn’t always there, and if you can afford the better stuff, you might as well spend the money.

“Thank you-” she finally said, “I’m sure I can get you what you need right here though, just a replacement for the visor screen, right?”

“Oh, that’s alright! Cub said he’d have it ready for me.”

Cub heard the strain in his manager’s voice, and it was quite clear the last thing she wanted was for Cub to say something rude or scare this high value customer away in some other creative way, “Cub’s very busy right now in the back, we get new stock on Tuesdays and he usually handles most of the-”

“I can wait!” HotGuy announced proudly, and Cub cringed from his place in the back. He couldn’t see his manager, but he could practically hear the strain in the silence, probably split 50/50 between bafflement that HotGuy was going to wait to be served and fear that he wanted Cub to be the person to serve him.

Probably fair, because when Cub finally poked his head out from the back, he was not ready for HotGuy to have no legs. The wheelchair itself was a sight; heavily customized to HotGuy’s colors but also full of stickers and even advertisements on the sides. Was- were those kitchen knives duct taped to the handles-? HotGuy himself was dressed in his usual costume, still wearing the cracked visor, but he had plain black sweatpants on as well, almost jarring in comparison to the rest of his intricate costume, though, more jarring was the fact there was nothing in the pant legs.

“Cub!” his manager hissed, not subtle at all, but maybe that was warranted given that his staring was just as conspicuous.

Cub jumped, scrambling to explain himself in a flurry of thoughts and stutters, but he and panic did not mix well, the resulting defensive coming out as, “He had legs yesterday-“ which was definitely one of the worst things that could have come out of his mouth, so he excused himself immediately. If he could escape out the back door fast enough, a stray truck might take pity on his plight and run him over. His manager broke the stunned silence, apologizing profusely, but she was completely drowned out by HotGuy’s laugh, an impossibly loud, barking thing. He said something, but Cub didn’t hear it or his manager’s response, though he did hear their shuffling and then- wheels? Was that the wheelchair?

“Cub?” Whatever Cub was expecting next, it was not HotGuy’s face poking in through the doorway. Probably much worse than his imagined worst case scenario, and Cub had to fight the urge to get up and run.

“Hi,” he managed instead, then, after the voices of literally everyone he knew started yelling in his head, he continued with a meek, “Sorry.” ‘That’s not genuine,’ something sneered, a mangled conglomerate of many voices, school teachers, old friends, parents- ‘Again, and mean it this time.’ “I’m really. Sorry.” Cub tried again, but it still wasn’t right, it still wasn’t human-

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” HotGuy said, far better at sounding like he meant it, “Nothing I haven’t heard before, though, usually that particular comment comes from kids,” Scar laughed, but seemed to realize pretty quickly that Cub did not find it very funny. Cub didn’t even want to know what his face was doing right now.

“I’m sorry.” That sounded better.

But HotGuy only cocked his head, something like concern dancing behind his eyes, though, it was hard to tell behind the visor. Cub didn’t even know what color they were. “Can I come in?” He sounded friendly. Cub’s voice didn’t seem to be working anymore, so he just nodded, miserable. HotGuy wasted no time doing just that, though he struggled a bit with the mess, another entirely mortifying thing to have to watch. Cub should get up. Do something about it. He didn’t, though.

“One of my prosthetics got damaged yesterday after we parted ways. CuteGuy wasn’t happy with me still, and he let me know it. The equipment is sturdy, obviously, it has to be, but there’s a lot of moving parts, and because I’m so active, maintenance has to be performed relatively often. Since one needs fixing up, might as well make sure the other is in tip top shape, yeah?” HotGuy was quiet for a moment, but Cub still couldn’t say anything, so the hero continued, looking curious, “Did you not know? That I’m an amputee?”

Cub opened his mouth to answer, but that just wasn’t going to happen, so he shook his head instead, embarrassment building. HotGuy looked entirely fascinated by that information, and there was some kind of odd open mouthed half-smile on his face, but Cub for the life of him could not tell what HotGuy was thinking. Luckily, the other wasn’t exactly trying to keep it a secret.

“I think I’m impressed. I also think I need to model with my wheelchair more. Goodness.” HotGuy stopped, plucking his phone from his pocket and looking something up, “No, that’s like- when you google me, that’s like the first thing that every website says about me! It’s what I’m known for- how-?” Cub cringed, but HotGuy didn’t seem to notice, shooting up in his chair.. Excited..? “You don’t even know how it happened! I bet you have no idea! Oh, I haven’t gotten to tell that story to anyone who didn’t already know in ages and- well, before when I told people the wounds were a little more raw if you catch my drift. Far more unpleasant- Oh!”

HotGuy was off in his own little world, and very clearly didn’t notice Cub flinch at the sudden noise. Honestly, Cub couldn’t even tell if he was looking at him.

“I’ll tell you at lunch! You’ll come to lunch with me, won’t you?”

Cub struggled to do much more than gape and gesture uselessly, and he wasn’t entirely sure if HotGuy understood what was happening, but he definitely recognized there was a problem, brows furrowed in concentrated thought. Finally, he clicked his tongue.

“I’ll give you the address! I’ll write it down,” HotGuy pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, humming to himself, before lighting back up, “And my number! Just in case you can’t make it. Or don’t want to come. You don’t have to come. But I really want you to! If you don’t come though you should text me. You don’t have to text me. But I’d really like if you texted me. Or call me! You don't have to call me. How does 1:00 sound?”

Cub stared, which apparently HotGuy took as a resounding yes, as he continued writing, just about as happy as can be. He tore the page out of his notepad then set it on Cub’s desk, patting it a couple times before turning right around with an enthusiastic wave, “Byeee!”

Cub scrambled to his feet, opening his mouth to say literally anything, but speech still wasn’t working out for him, and HotGuy was practically already out the front door. His manager was similarly speechless, but more in the normal way rather than the Cub way, so baffled, she wasn’t even wearing her signature customer service smile.

“Are you okay?” she surprised him with that, her tone far more gentle than he had expected, especially after a complete disaster. But she did look worried, and now that he thought a little harder about it, he had to guess he wasn’t looking so great. But Cub couldn’t say as much, so instead he ducked into the back room, returning with the note HotGuy had left for him.

Her eyes widened as she read it, complete disbelief evident in every feature on her face. Cub wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, he had no doubt she heard every word HotGuy said to him, but regardless, she returned the note, near silent.

“You should go.” She must have seen the distaste on Cub’s face before he even knew it was there, shaking her head, “You have to go. This- Cub! That’s HotGuy!” This was not in the least bit convincing, but his manager was a bit too distracted to notice. Honestly, he didn’t mind all that much. It was a little nice to be talked to like a friend. “Go, go on, rest up. Take as much time as you need, but if you don’t make it by 1:00 you’d better text him. Then tell me everything. He likes you, Cub!”

He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, so he simply didn’t.

Cub sighed through his nose as he turned around, fully intending on taking that break, but not on going to lunch. Lunch with a random famous guy was the last thing he wanted right now- god, and he’d kill for a nap. He frowned, but stopped short when he saw his desk, or rather, the little package on top of his desk. The visor screen- damn it.

It was HotGuy’s fault he had forgotten about it, but maybe it wasn’t, maybe it was Cub’s fault for making a complete fool of himself- HotGuy must have felt obligated to comfort him, surely. Embarrassing. Mortifying, even. If Cub never had to face the world again, it would be too soon.. But it would probably be responsible of him to actually give HotGuy the visor he came for in the first place. A proper apology.

He sat with a huff, eyeing the note with a creased frown. Yup, there was the name and address of the place HotGuy wanted to meet him, his number, and-

Cub dropped the little sheet of paper, then nearly fell out of his chair trying to catch it.

‘And HotGuy is a little much as far as names go, so please, call me Scar.’

#hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #cubfan #hermitfic #hermitshipping #not in this part much but in the next one #convex #cubscar #hotguy

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hee0soo · 1 year

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You´re my favorite

Jung Wooyoung x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Feeling replaced is never a good thing

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

To say you were mad wouldn´t even begin to cover what you were feeling at the moment.

It had been a while since you and Wooyoung had hung out but today was your weekly movie night, something that had been tradition since the two of you were teenagers.

A tradition that had apparently been forgotten by the troublemaker you called your best friend.

Ever since the two of you had started collage, the boy had become more and more distant. Making friends left and right while you´d rather stay at home listen to music or play video games.

The longer you watched him socialize, the harder it became to stay close to him.

It wasn´t that you were mad at him for getting to know new people but watching him go out with his new friends and getting left on read let your anger slowly simmer to the surface.

Yeosang and San were nice, there was no arguing about that but the longer you watched, the stronger the trio grew together. Without you.

Your movie nights were the only thing that stayed consistent throughout the semester.

Up until now at least!

By now, the Pizza you had ordered went cold and the movie you had started was almost over. The clock on your microwave showed 11:52 p.m, glowing in a bright red color as the rest of the room stayed dark. Save from the illuminating light the TV gave off.

Your phone stayed silent as the dozens of messages you had left Wooyoung had gone straight to the voicemail, texts had been left unanswered and your mood dropped further that it already had.

If only you hadn´t gone on instagram earlier!

Then you wouldn´t have seen the story he posted while getting drunk with his two new friends at someone’s house party.

Exactly what you needed now!

Deciding to try your luck again, you picked you phone up and pressed the call button one last time.

It rung a few times and you already thought of hanging up when Wooyoung finally managed to pick up the call.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?” he yelled rudely over the music and you had to pull the phone away from your ear because of the sudden noise.

“What do you mean Wooyoung, It´s Friday! Like in Movie-Night-Friday! Why aren’t you here? Or if you were planning to go somewhere with the boys then why didn´t you cancel?”

The disappointment was evident in your voice and Wooyoung would have to be very gone not to hear it, even over the phone.

He let out a suffering sigh before answering in a low voice.

“Come on bunny. Don´t tell me you are seriously mad about it! We have these nights every week and Yeosangie invited me and Sannie to go to this party with him. It´s no big deal!”

You couldn´t believe what you heard. Not a big deal? Did this really mean so little to him?

“No big deal? Wooyoung I’ve been waiting for the better part of the evening for you to call and cancel or at least some kind of text that you wouldn’t show up but instead I get nothing. You wouldn´t even answer my messages! And what’s worse is that I find out you went to go to a party through your instagram story? That´s fucked up!”

It was obvious to you that this conversation annoyed the other. The way he huffed was a dead give away!

“Sorry but it was a last minute thing. I´ll call next time okay? But I got to go now, talk to you later! Bye.”

With that call ended. You were stunned to silence. Did he really just hang up on you?

You lowered your hand slowly from your ear before starting to clean up the living room. Wooyoung could really be an idiot if he wanted to be!

Anger started to consume you as the Pizza box got placed on the kitchen counter and the soju bottles vanished in the fridge. Neither got touched even once!

Your phone lit up again but this time it was you who left him on read.

Wooyoung had sent a message, hoping to placate you at least a little.

What were you supposed to answer? It´s fine? Absolutely not!

Don’t be mad bunny :( send 00:04 a.m

Instead of answering, you connected the phone with the charger and got ready for bed. You knew you weren’t going to sleep but wallowing in self-pity wouldn´t get you anywhere either.

Tomorrow was another day and since it was a weekend you could finally sleep in and rest for a while.

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The next day you got rudely woken up by a pillow to the face.

“WHAT THE HELL?” you groaned and sat up to look at the offender.

What you didn´t expect was to see Wooyoung sitting on the foot of your bed. The boy had gotten a key to your apartment almost the minute you had signed the contract for the apartment and it wasn´t the first time the boy had let himself in either.

But you had expected for him to sleep in today and cure his hangover. Apparently that wasn´t the case!

“What are you doing here Woo?” you sighed, letting yourself fall back into the pillow to try and go back to sleep.

“You weren´t answering your phone!” he whined loudly.

“Oh so now not answering is a problem? Are you kidding me?”

Rolling your eyes hard before turning your back to the boy sitting on your blanket did not make him go away as you hoped!

Wooyoung realized that you were truly mad at him when you didn´t budge at his insistent shaking on your shoulder.

“Seriously Wooyoung, go away! That´s what you seem to do a lot recently!”

“Are you seriously still mad about yesterday? I told you why I didn´t call!” he reasoned, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“No you didn´t! You said it was a last minute thing but not why you didn´t call and you can shove your apology up your ass by the way! If you could even call it one! Go back to Yeosang and San okay. They are probably waiting for you somewhere!”

You looked back at him. It seemed that he still didn´t understand what was actually bothering you and just looking at his face made the anger and hurt come back full force.

“Why are you so mad at me? I´m sorry that I didn´t call, it was a dick move from me but we´ve done these movie night every week since we were teenagers. Is it really so bad that I missed one?”

“It is to me! In case you haven´t noticed but these movie nights have been the only chance for us to hang out recently since you always hang out with the boys. Which is fine by me and it would have been fine if you had just called and talked to me instead of just not showing up and ignoring me!”

Something in the boy clicked. He didn´t even realize that he hadn´t been hanging out with you! Has it really been that long? The boy couldn´t even remember the last time he had seen you longer then for a few minutes in between classes.

Guilt crept up on him as he looked at you. As much as you wanted to hide from him that you were hurt, he knew you to well for that!

You had always been someone he could come to when something was bothering him, so for you to turn your back and hide behind a wall of blankets and silence pained him greatly.

“Y/n… I’m sorry. I didn´t realize it has been that long. Can you look at me please?”

You had to force down a sob, desperately trying to hide the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Wooyoung saw your struggle immediately. He laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

“Just tell me if you want to hang out with them instead of me. I get it honestly I do, but being forgotten without a word of why hurts okay?!”

“Oh bunny I could never forget about you! You´re my best friend. Don´t doubt that! I love Sangie and Sannie but no matter how much I hang out with them, you will always be my favorite person!”

You turned towards him, hiding your face in his chest while letting the tears run freely.

It felt amazing to hear those words but no matter what he said, forgiving him was not something you could do.

At least not right now…

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wonderstruks · 8 months

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I Hate You Eddie Munson

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: CURSING, MENTIONS OF HOOKING UP, MINOR VIOLENCE

SUMMARY: The reader is sure she hates Eddie Munson but when he drunkenly comes to her house her feelings start to shift.

•I DO NOT GIVE ANY PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BY COPIED ONTO OTHER SITES

Eddie Munson.

I feel sorry for any girl who dates him.

Eddie has earned himself a reputation as the freak Satanist at school and the no – good player bad boy at the trailer park.

Every night I watched people come and go from his trailer as they pleased, all hours of the night.

It disgusted me, it irritated me, and honestly, it pissed me off.

Believe it or not, me and Eddie used to be friends.

The best of friends actually, but one day he decided it wasn't worth it, and he decided to throw it all away.

It hurt for a while, dealing with the pain of losing my best friend, and it didn't help we were practically neighbors.

Only three houses down from me was the one person I wanted the most, but he didn't care for me.

He replaced our friendship with drugs and any pussy he could manage to score.

After everything I decided not to let Eddie destroy me, I picked up all the broken pieces and built myself back up again.

Losing Eddie made me see myself in a new light.

The girl I was wasn't who I wanted to be, I had to make a change, so I became the girl I only dreamed of being.

I traded my books for pom poms and my pants for skirts.

I became everything Eddie hated. But for me, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.

Being a cheerleader I finally felted noticed, I felt like I found who I was meant to be.

Cheer also led me to Chrissy.

My new best friend.

She was like an angel in my darkest hours . She helped me find myself and watched me shine.

“You coming to Jason's Halloween party?” Chrissy asked as I shut my locker.

“Cant.”

“What, why!” She whined.

I laughed at her.

“Yeah I totally want to watch Jason and the rest of the basketball team get wasted and make stupid fart jokes.”

“Exactly! That's why I need you there to make it a little enjoyable.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You know you don't have to spend every second with him, right? You can stay home and pass out candy to trick or treaters.”

“But he's my boyfriend, even if his fart jokes are dumb I still love him and want to hang with him.”

“Youre a good girlfriend Chrissy, but I'm still not going.”

She groaned and stomped her foot.

“Fine but you owe me lunch then.”

I smiled.

“If that's what it takes for you to drop it, sure.”

She grabbed my hand and brought me to the cafeteria.

We sat in our usual seats, not to interrupt Jason as he was already on one of his heartfelt speeches.

It was strange to watch all the jocks hung to his every word, it almost reminded me of Eddie.

Both boys would go on these tirades, and each time people were glued to their every word.

Soon, Jason's speech was interrupted as he made eye contact with someone across the room.

“Freaks like him shouldn't be allowed in this school.”

I looked over to see what Jason was talking about.

It was the man himself, Eddie.

“We don't need filth like him here, I wonder how you were even friends with him (y/n).”

All eyes at the table turned to me.

No one asked me about Eddie besides Chrissy.

I was at a lost for words, but I knew i couldn't say nothing, not with all these judging eyes.

“I don't know, but I'm glad I opened my eyes and saw what a freak he is.”

My comment made Jason smile, almost like he approved of it.

Although it made the table happy I felt immense guilt from my words.

I hated Eddie for what he did.

He disgusts me and makes me angry.

But why did it hurt to talk about bad him?

I stayed quiet for the rest of lunch, wondering why I felt a pain in my heart talking bad about the boy I hated the most.

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“Happy Halloween.”

I said, closing my trailer door after giving some kids some candy.

I sent the bowl by the door and went back to the living room, basically throwing myself back on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.

It felt good to finally have a night to myself. No cheer practice, no parents, and no homework.

I finally got to relax and be as lazy as I wanted.

A random black and white horror film was on the TV, and I watched it as I snacked on some popcorn.

It was so peaceful.

But that peace was finally interrupted as the doorbell went off.

More trick or treaters, I thought.

I got up with a smile on my face, ready to greet some cutely dressed up kids.

I opened the door, but my smile fell.

“Hey (y/n).”

Eddie Munson.

I shut the door in his face, but that didn't stop him from knocking.

“(Y/n) please!” I heard him muffle from the door.

What could he possibly want?

In anger I opened the door to tell him off, but one look in his eyes and every nasty word I intended to say disappeared.

"(Y/n)!” He smiled.

“What.” I spat angrily.

He didn't say a word, he just pushed past me.

“Excuse me, you can't just barge into my house!

He laughed.

That's when I noticed his balance was off.

He was fucking drunk.

“Eddie Munson get out of my house!” I yelled.

He still ignored me and sat himself on my couch.

“Oh I love this movie.”

I stormed over to him.

“Get out.”

He finally looked up at me with a massive grin.

“Come here (y/n).” He patted a spot beside him.

“If I do, will you leave?”

“Sure.”

I sat down as far as possible from him.

“There now leave.”

“Not so fast (y/n) i gotta tell you something.”

“I don't want to hear it Munson you're drunk.”

“Maybe but I only have the courage to talk to you like this.”

My eyes softened at him.

He was scared to talk to me.

"I wanted to apologize. Sorry for leaving you as a friend. You were my favorite and I fucked up.”

I clenched my fists. He didn't get to do this, not now, not like this.

“Eddie stop.”

“I want your forgiveness (y/n), i didn't want to hurt you, but i just couldn't be your friend.”

“Youre not getting it. Leave Eddie please.”

In his drunken state, he ignored every word I said.

He wobbly scooted himself closer to me.

“I tried to find other outlets, but my mind always came back to you and when I realized my fuck-up you already moved on, although that hurt I did like seeing you in that little short skirt.”

I pushed myself further from him.

“I went to all those loser basketball games and I watched you. And god did you look good, but seeing you after with all those jocks made me realize I was always right, you deserved better than me, trailer trash Munson.”

My heart dropped, did he really think that about himself?

“Seeing you so happy made me also realize how much I missed you, which is why I came here to say sorry.”

I shook my head.

“No, you don't get to come here drunk and say you miss me. You hurt me Eddie, you left me with no reason and me hate myself. This whole time I thought it was me. I hate you Eddie I want you to leave, i don't want your sorries.”

I stood up and Eddie followed, I went to open the door and push him out, but he turned and pinned me against the wall.

“You know why I stopped being your friend, it because I was scared, I mean, look at you. I couldn't tell you I wanted you more as a friend, I couldn't tell you I loved you.”

My entire world stopped.

Eddie love me?

He hurt me because he loved me?

“No Munson, I'm not doing this. You are nothing but a pig, I will not be one of your hookups, I fucking hate you.”

I rustled around trying to break out of his grap.

“Youre not a hook-up you're the only girl I've ever loved.”

He placed his lips on mine, pulling me into a kiss.

Out of shock and anger I slapped him.

He immediately stooped and his eyes widened.

“Im sorry.” He quietly said.

He let go and stumbled back to the couch.

His head in his hands.

I was shocked.

How do I even process this?

How can I forgive him for what he did?

Most importantly, why did I feel sorry for him?

Why was I angry at the words I said?

I had every right to be mad to be angry, I had every right to hate him, but even when I used those words i didn't mean it.

The truth was Eddie hurt me and I thought I got over it, but i really just shoved it down.

Despite my nasty words, hearing him say he went to my games made my heart tighten, and to hear him say he loved me sent me over the moon.

After everything, he still cared.

The bastard still fucking cared.

Fuck it.

With a sigh, I made up my mind.

I walked back over to the couch and sat beside the sulking boy.

“I'm sorry.”

I received no reply.

I waved my hand in front of his face, only to realize he drunkenly passed out.

Shaking my head, I grabbed the blanket that was sitting on the arm of the chair and draped it around him.

“Goodnight Eddie.” I said before going to my room for the night.

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The next morning, i didn't want to face Eddie.

Everything felt even more weird somehow, but I knew I had to talk to him.

When I left my bedroom I noticed Eddie was gone.

Part of me wished he stayed.

He must have left early sometime in the morning.

I sighed before getting dressed and making my way three trailers down.

Four knocks and the door opened.

“Hey.” A nervous boy answered.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

He moved out of the way, letting me in.

“Look last night I'm so sorry I was drunk and-.”

I cut him off.

“I hate you, Eddie munson."

The boy's eyes saddened but it was almost like he expected this.

“I hate what you did to me, I hate that you bring sluts here, I hate that you annoy me, I hate the way i don't hate youin fact, I hate that even stupidly drunk you made me miss you, made me forgive you, and I absolutely fucking hate the way I love you too.”

I look in his eyes to find his brown pools staring deep in mine.

I've thought I've changed, but one look in those doe eyes I realized I could never give up Eddie.

No matter how he hurts me, how far he pushes me, he will always be a drug that I will always crave.

Eddie replaced me, but I replaced him too.

I thought I belonged where I was, but I was wrong, dead wrong.

I belonged right here with Eddie.

“I hate you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

He smiled and so did I.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, which was greeted and returned lovingly.

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pollymorgan · 5 days

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Oh my God, how embarrassing... I did it and translated my German fanfiction into English... into bad English! Don't be too harsh on me, but rather make suggestions for improvement: So now a little phone sex with Coach Negan. 🙈😌

Warnings: arrogant Negan, frustrated woman, explicit phone sex

Today is one of those days again, where nothing seems to work as it should. Just like so often lately. Why couldn't I transfer those damn photos to the laptop? I've never been very tech-savvy, but the modern world practically forced me to. I'm actually a cookbook author and used to be quite successful with it. Some of my books were bestsellers and I even had my own cooking segment on a nationally broadcasted morning show. But then I was suddenly replaced by a younger, "cooler" colleague and ever since then, I've been struggling to keep afloat with social media, more or less. If only the technology would cooperate..

Even in my personal life, I have been replaced. Four months ago, my husband left us. By us, I mean my three children and me. After 19 years of marriage. But love goes where it goes, right? Nothing can be done against that. At least, those were his words when he got into his Porsche with a blonde woman who could be his daughter and disappeared.

Since then, he has managed to do something with his children exactly twice. But in exchange, he has already disappointed them seven times by canceling the meetings at short notice. Yes, I'm keeping count. At least for now.

My oldest daughter Penny is 15 years old and fully immersed in puberty, and it seems that this situation is hardest on her. She and her father were always a unit, his little princess. But there's no trace of that at the moment. Most of the time, he doesn't even bother to answer his damn phone when she tries to reach him.

I see her suffering. She's lost interest in school, and her circle of friends is dwindling visibly. I would love to help her, but how? At the moment, I just can't seem to reach her. Our communication mostly consists of doors slamming.

But back to my current problem. These damn pictures! The article is supposed to go online today. I cooked an Indian dish and had to drive halfway across town to get these damn spices. Thursdays always bring an international post, and now, of all times, nothing is working again. My laptop doesn't recognize the memory card, and the camera won't connect either. I keep plugging and unplugging the cable, hoping the error will magically resolve. Which of course it doesn't. Suddenly, I glance at the small display in the lower right-hand corner. Damn it! So late. I won't be picking up the kids on time again, the second time this cursed week. Annoyed, I close the screen. Grabbing my purse, I walk quickly to the garage. Where's the damn car key? Nervously, I rummage through my chaotic bag, spilling half of its contents on the floor. Finally finding it, I get into the car and speed out of the driveway.

The first stop is the kindergarten to pick up my youngest. She's a real bundle of nerves, but so sweet that you can forgive her anything. Of course, she throws a tantrum right at pickup. It's a real struggle to get her into the car. Like a madwoman, I drive on to the elementary school to pick up my 9-year-old son. He is the calm one in our family and thankfully waits with his best friend relaxed in front of the school. At least one who's not mad at me. Lucky me. And off we go, heading to my daughter's high school. From a distance, I can see her and immediately know that - once again - something is wrong. She stands all alone and pretty annoyed on the street, looking out for me. When I park the car right in front of her feet, she angrily drops onto the passenger seat.

"Penny, I can explain, you know what a loser I am when it comes to technology..." I try to justify myself.

My eldest rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Mum, this time, for once, it's not your fault..." I see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and automatically, I feel a lump in my throat.

"Mister Smith... he..."

She doesn't need to continue speaking; just hearing that name fills me with such anger again. Right from the start, there have been issues with her physical education teacher, Negan Smith.

I've only seen him twice so far, at parent-teacher conferences, but Penny's stories are enough for me to know that he's an absolute failure as a teacher. He has his favorites whom he praises to the skies, while the less athletic students suffer under his authoritarian ways. My daughter already feels uncomfortable in her own skin, and that jerk doesn't even realize the impact his remarks have on the young girls.

A few years ago, his wife passed away from cancer. A terrible tragedy, but apparently that did not make him more empathetic; quite the opposite.

I'm currently looking in the rearview mirror to avoid hitting anyone in the chaos outside the school. That's all I need on this crappy day. Then I catch sight of none other than Penny's physical education teacher.

"Isn't that him?" I ask excitedly.

My daughter buries her face even further into the backpack in her lap. "Yes, Mom, it's okay, please just drive..."

The anger that had been building up recently had just found a good release.

With the words "Nothing is good...", I yank open my driver's door and head purposefully towards my daughter's physical education teacher, who is just stowing his bag in his car.

"Who do you think you are?" I stand behind him with arms crossed, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

Confused, he turns around to face me and suddenly a big grin spreads across his face. "Negan Smith, nice to meet you, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

What a cocky jerk!

"The mother of a rather offended young girl, because of you..."

Can't he just drop his arrogant smile for once? Quite unimpressed, he closes the door of his car.

"Penny has so much potential and she's wasting it on the damn bench..."

Such an idiot, he clearly knows who I am.

"Maybe you should listen to the young students as well, instead of just spouting off random remarks at them?"

Amused, he shakes his head. "I did... her excuse for skipping today's P.E. class was menstrual cramps..."

"And in your opinion that's not a valid reason or what? How dare you even pass judgment on that? Your students' bodies are going through changes and such discomforts should be taken seriously..." I respond a bit too loudly, causing some students to turn towards us.

Resigned, he raises his hands. "Of course, but not every damn other week. Maybe you should give your daughter some biology lessons again and explain to her that her P.E. teacher isn't completely from another planet."

Oh God, what does this man think he is..

"And you should work on your teaching skills... Otherwise, maybe I should consider contacting the school board!"

„Oh wow, you're actually a bigger drama queen than your dear daughter!".

Did he really just say that? Did he just seriously insult me? My daughter's teacher. I look at him in disbelief, but he just grins.

"And now she's quiet... I really have to go now, but I'm pretty sure we'll meet again soon." With these words, he jumps into his car and drives off.

Completely perplexed, I walk back to my car and am greeted by my daughter with the words "That was soooo embarrassing.."

7 hours later

Finally peace! Why does it always have to be such a struggle to get the kids to bed? Isn't it unfair that you are a thousand times more tired than the dear little ones? What a crappy day! I'm glad to be freshly showered in my bed and finally have some time off. Just me and my phone, no one else. No more whining, arguing, and crying. As much as I sometimes curse technology, I also love being able to connect with people over the internet. It's fun to respond to comments, the direct exchange with like-minded people is the only positive thing about social media. As I scroll through Instagram, I suddenly see comments coming in at a rapid pace. Confused, I open them. From "Do you always look so good when you cook?" to "Can you cook that for me sometime?" to heart emojis, and they all come from the same account. As I read the name, a shock runs through me. Can this be for real? "Coach Negan" is he not only a tactless asshole, but also a real psychopath? Excited, I click on his account, but apart from a profile picture where he is clearly recognizable, there is no further information.

I quickly open the messaging function and type "What is this???" into my phone. It only takes a few seconds and I receive a response.

"I am a fan 😉"

For a while, I stare at the screen, unable to believe what is happening here.

Suddenly, he sends me a picture. I open it and see a photo of me from my highlights, showing me from my post "Valentine's Day." I had cooked a three-course meal and written a pretty cheesy text back then. It's one of my most liked posts.

"Red lipstick suits you. Matches your fiery nature.." he writes.

What does he want to achieve? Did the confrontation before school hurt him so much that he is trying to provoke me? But to be honest, it seems like he's the one giving me a warning. Well, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the best defense is a good offense.

"Oh, do you think so? Most men say I look better without wearing anything...I mean, without lipstick, of course.. 😉".

"Are you already in bed?" he asks next. What a bizarre situation? Why does my daughter's teacher want to know where I am? The same teacher who called me a ‚drama queen‘ just a few hours ago.

I keep trying to type a suitable response on my phone and then delete it again. Finally, I write briefly, "Yes, and you?"

"Yes, and I'm studying your profile. Do you realize how crazy you can drive a man with these pictures? Why am I even asking, of course you do. 😉"

The feeling of small electric shocks runs through my body. The whole thing feels strangely forbidden. Maybe what I'm doing here is damn wrong, but right now, the consequences seem pretty irrelevant to me.

"How mean, you can look at my pictures, but you don't have any online yourself."

"That's true, but how about you hear my voice instead?" Attached to this message was his phone number. Okay, this is all moving pretty quickly, in a pretty strange direction. I'm so excited that I can feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. But what do I have to lose? I haven't felt like this in the last 20 years. Okay, it's a damn bizarre situation, but I'm an adult and single. So I can finally talk to whoever I want. Even with the biggest jerk I've come across lately.

Feeling totally tense, I dial the number and as it rings, it gets even worse. I take a few deep breaths, and suddenly the deep voice on the other end answers with a "What took you so long to decide?" and I can practically feel his grin.

"Well, I had to think for a moment about what would be so sensible about calling my daughter's narcissistic gym teacher in the middle of the night," I say calmly.

"And what would be sensible about that?" he asks with interest.

"I haven't really found a solid reason yet, but maybe you can tell me?"

He thinks for a moment, and I imagine him lying in his bed. A slight tingling sensation spreads in my stomach, which is intensified by his response.

"Well, I can make sure you feel a little better... forget all the everyday crap that's weighing on your pretty shoulders right now."

I briefly close my eyes to focus more on his voice, which really manages to relax me a bit with just that simple sentence.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I ask softly.

"When was the last time you were really well fucked?" As soon as he says it, my lower abdomen tightens, and I automatically press my legs together.

After I take a moment to collect myself, I honestly respond, "That was much too long ago..."

"Oh, poor girl," Negan provocatively replies, but instead of getting upset about it, it triggers completely different feelings in me. "Tell me about what you imagine when you stroke your lonely pussy at night."

I have to swallow briefly to get rid of the extremely dry feeling in my throat.

"I can tell you what I think about when I do it in a moment..." I say softly but firmly.

And his tone changes too. His breathing becomes heavier. "Then tell me, come on," he commands.

"I imagine it's your fingers running over my body and finally sliding my panties to the side and penetrating deep into me..." My cheeks feel like they're glowing. I've never talked like this with anyone before, and now I just did it with a man who is actually a stranger to me.

"Come on, sweetheart... touch yourself for me and tell me if you're wet," he interrupts.

Without thinking, I click on the speaker icon on my display and place the phone next to me on the pillow, then I slide my right hand under my nightgown into my panties and I'm surprised at how aroused I already am, how swollen my clit is, and how sensitive my whole intimate area has become. I sigh softly.

"Fuck, the sweet little sounds you're making... they make my damn cock twitch in my hand with joy..."

Just the thought that he's so aroused by me on the other end sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"I'm already so wet because of you, Negan..." I admit breathlessly.

"You dirty, pretty lady, if I were with you right now, I would slowly penetrate deep into you... you need that now, don't you?"

"Yes!" I can only whisper.

"Okay, now do everything exactly as I tell you, understood?" he demands.

"Yes, please tell me what to do.." I focus solely on his voice, completely tuning out everything else.

"Take off your panties. Use your index and middle fingers to gently stroke over your mons pubis and then slowly over your outer labia, but not more, just right there.."

Immediately, I follow his instructions. The air feels cool on my bare lower abdomen. I feel strangely exposed, even though I am alone in my bedroom, but it's not uncomfortable, quite the opposite. I begin to caress myself gently.

"How does that feel?" his voice breaks the silence again.

"Good, but I want more.." I plead.

"I already knew that.. Bend your legs and spread them wide.. as far as you can.." He gives me a brief moment to comply with his instructions. "Now push your pelvis even further forward.. Imagine I'm between your legs and you want to present me with your beautiful pussy, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes.." I say and nod vigorously, even though no one can see me.

"Such a good girl.. and now run your index finger through your slit, spread your juices.."

I can't and don't want to hold back my moans now. There is silence for a while at the other end, then I speak heavily.

"Are you also pleasuring your cock for me?" I ask as I continue to touch myself.

"Oh, sweetheart, so your thoughts are currently only about that.." he says snappily. "Yes, I am, and if you keep moaning so sweetly into the phone, it won't be long, so it's time for you to start massaging your clit, but don't be too timid, circle it with two fingers and use some pressure, even if you're very sensitive now, you can take it.."

Oh God, that was exactly what I needed right now. My body felt like in ecstasy and I could feel the orgasm slowly building up.

"Don't come yet," he commanded, and on cue, I immediately removed my fingers from my most sensitive spot.

"Now, bring your knees close to your body!“

"Yes," I replied, completely exhausted. "You're doing it perfectly, how much I would love to see you in this position right now, just the damn thought!" I could clearly hear him softly moaning. This sound made my body twitch with excitement.

"Penetrate yourself with two fingers... nice and slow. Focus entirely on the feeling of stretching your pussy wide... Tell me when you're all the way in!"

"Now," I whispered, already quite spent.

"Then add your ring finger, once you've done that, you can come intensely as a reward, I promise."

Slowly, I press the third finger into me, which initially causes a bittersweet pull, but I'm so wet that it's not a problem.

Without me telling him, Negan knows that I fulfilled his request.

"So perfect, sweetheart! And now, pleasure your clit! Bring yourself to climax and don't hold back any sound, I want to hear every sweet noise from you."

With the first gentle touch, my body twitches like crazy.

"Negan, please come with me," I stammer into the phone.

"Yes, I promise, beautiful," he replies breathlessly.

And these words are enough for me to come as intensely as I haven't in the past years. My thighs tremble uncontrollably and my heart almost jumps out of my chest. My lower abdomen contracts in waves and I can barely breathe. It feels like I am weightless for a few seconds.

"Do you feel good?" he asks after a short pause.

"Perfect.." I reply and can't gather my thoughts yet.

"Okay, then I expect you tomorrow at 3:30 p.m. for a parent-teacher meeting at the school, and, by the way, without panties.. Good night!" After these words, I only hear a beep on the line.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan smut #jdm smut #twd smut #smut #bad english #jeffreydeanmorgan #first try #twd fanfiction #negan fanfic #negan fic #negan smith #negan #twd negan #fanfic #telephonesex

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 1 year

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You're like a well-done meal I can't get enough of.

の AN: Me wondering why everyone's doing Valentines prompts not knowing that it's already February lmaooo. But no this is no V- Day prompt I just finished the last season of Haikyuu so I wrote a fic for the best twin.

の Warning: None! Osamu x Fem Reader SFW

の Summary: Sometimes Osamu could be dense as his twin. Not even knowing the entire time Y/N liked him.

のののののの

His eyes narrowed at his brother and his friend.

She held her bangs up with her hand and nodded to Atsumu.

His twin grinned and swatted her forehead with his finger.

Y/N hissed and rubbed at the reddened skin.

“You jerk!” she yelled. “I told you not to hit me so hard.”

Atsumu shrugged. “You shouldn’t have dared me.”

“Best two out of three!”

The two idiots then proceeded to stuff their mouths with sushi, only for Y/N this time to swallow and gulp down some water quickly.

“Ha! Take that I win!” Y/N cheered, sticking out her tongue and showing off the fact she had finished before Atsumu.

“You cheated! How many sushi did you eat? We both agreed on five sushi at the same time,” Atsumu accused.

“Don’t be a sore loser! Now show off that big old forehead of yours. Time for payback.”

Osamu frowned and looked away, shaking his head forlornly.

It was hard enough being away from his twin. What with their busy schedules with him managing Onigiri Miya and Atsumu being busy with the Black Jackals. They hardly ever got time to meet up in person. The most they would interact nowadays were the roast sessions they had via texts.

Now he had to deal with the fact this slip of a girl was replacing him.

When she first came with Atsumu, he assumed that his twin had brought her along to introduce Y/N as his girlfriend.

Imagine his surprise when they both grimaced in disgust at the thought of dating each other.

Instead, she was just a friend, their camaraderie- reminiscent of Sumu’s and his relationship. She felt like a cheap replacement in his opinion.

Though, he wasn’t rude enough to make his feelings known. No, he sucked it up, smiled, and welcomed her like she belonged.

But privately hoping that they would eventually grow apart and stop being friends.

At least they weren’t dating each other.

Osamu frowned at that thought. Not knowing why he felt uncomfortable.

“Samu, what’s wrong? Is your sushi bad?” Atsumu asked at seeing his face. “Let me see.” His twin reached out to grab some of his sushi only for his hand to be smacked away by Y/N.

“You idiot. Don’t grab without asking.”

“I did ask!”

“That’s not asking! You just said ‘let me see’.” At this Y/N lowered her voice to imitate Atsumu and Atsumu looked vaguely insulted at her attempt. “And started grabbing that’s not asking.”

Y/N turned her attention toward him. “Here, Osamu-kun. I saved your sushi.”

She looked at him expectantly and smiled gently.

Osamu blinked and swallowed, feeling the back of his neck get hot. “Thanks, Y/N-chan.” He felt unsure as to why all of a sudden he was feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps Atsumu was right maybe the sushi was bad.

He took a bite out of a sashimi roll and didn’t find anything wrong with it. Shrugging it off, maybe the stress of overworking had finally gotten to him.

He noticed Y/N still observing him, who flashed him a quick smile before turning her attention back to his twin. His stomach dropped and churned as he became more and more conflicted.

Osamu couldn’t help but make an observation that Y/N looked especially pretty today.

ののののの

“Text me when you get home,” Atsumu ordered as he pulled Y/N’s cheeks.

The three of them had just finished their meals, and Y/N was headed back to Tokyo.

“Don’t tell me what to do you’re not my mooo-” the rest of her words came out garbled as Atsumu pulled harder.

“Ok, ok! I will!” Y/N managed to sputter after she pushed Atsumu away.

She glared at Atsumu from the corner of her eyes before waving to Osamu.

“I’ll see you later, Osamu-kun! It was nice to see you. We should do this more often,” she said with a hopeful look.

He shrugged noncommittally and they saw off Y/N heading to the nearby subway.

“Why do you keep bringing her along?” Osamu demanded as soon as Y/N was out of sight.

“What do you mean by that?” Atsumu seemed confused like his reaction was unexpected.

“Every time we try to hang out you bring her along! You don’t even bother asking either.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Samu, don't tell me you haven’t noticed yet?”

Osamu felt like he was missing something here. Was he supposed to notice something?

“Y/N likes you! You should be proud of me. I was actually doing a good thing for someone else.”

“Twins don’t count you’re supposed to be nice to family,” Osamu managed to utter.

He felt dizzy from Atsumu’s admission. Y/N liked him? Since when? He could practically count the number of times they’d talked without Atsumu present on his hands.

“And it doesn’t bother you that Y/N likes me?”

“No. Why would it?”

Osamu chuckled and shook his head. Of course, it wouldn’t. So, they truly were just friends and his brother of all people was trying to play matchmakers.

“What’s so funny?”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t concern you.”

Osamu ignored his twin’s fuming rants in the background as he contemplated on what to do with the impromptu information he had just received.

のののの

Osamu exhaled when he heard the front door of Onigiri Miya chime and heard Y/N’s familiar voice.

He wiped his wet hands with a nearby towel and cracked his neck.

It was time. He was taking the leap.

He could almost hear Atsumu’s smug annoying voice in the background calling him out on hesitating when she was waiting outside for him.

Osamu waved off his imaginary twin’s visage and stepped from the back to where he saw Y/N looking around the store, fascinated.

“Osamu-kun!” she called startled, yet embarrassed when he appeared before her without a sound.

“Y/N-chan, you’re here on time. Let’s go,” he gestured towards the preparation station where he had everything set up.

“Wait isn’t Atsumu coming too? Shouldn’t we wait for him?”

“He couldn’t make it. Apparently, he’s staying back tonight to practice some more with the team.”

“Ugh, that’s just like him and without any warning whatsoever.”

“Here,” he handed over an apron. Not wanting to hear anything about his brother when it was just him and Y/N alone.

Osamu stepped behind her and slightly caressed her waist as he intertwined the apron’s strings and tied them neatly in the back.

He smirked when he heard her choke back a gasp at his closeness.

“Tight enough?” he asked, leaning over to deliberately whisper near her ear.

She shakingly nodded and he let her go, satisfied for now with her reactions.

“You’re not gonna need my brother to learn how to make onigiris. Just me and you is enough.”

He hadn’t meant to tease but her cheeks nevertheless turned a lovely shade of pink at his words.

The rice had already been cooked, and set aside: steaming and hot ready for them to be rolled into onigiris.

There was also a variety of different ingredients like miso sauce or tuna mixed with mayo depending on the type of onigiris Y/N preferred.

Osamu instructed her slowly, making sure she was following each step accurately as possible.

“You should roll them like this,” he said, enveloping his hands with her own and guiding her along.

At first, he could feel her trembling at their closeness and she stiffened like she wanted nothing more than to push him away. But he held firm and softened his tone to soothe her discomfort.

“And then you’re done,” he said relinquishing his hold and smiled down at the perfect shape of the onigiri they had made.

“Can I taste?” she asked, reaching for the shaped rice ball.

He handed it over and she delicately took a bite.

Y/N savored it and broke into a gleeful smile.

“It’s good! Wow, usually my onigiris never turn out this good.”

“May I?” Osamu asked reaching out. Y/N assumed he meant the onigiri held it out for him, only for him to snake his arm around her waist and pull her close.

“Itadakimasu,” he teased, leaning in and kissed her.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x female reader #miya twins #osamu miya #inarizaki #haikyū!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu fanfiction

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chapter 7: light

word count: 1.6k

Sonata in Darkness: [6] ... [8]

There was no speaking between the two of you as you parked your motorcycles. You didn’t have to talk—it was like you could read her thoughts. Checking the clip in the gun that she took, she put it back into her bag after inspecting the rounds. Getting off the bikes, you undressed out of your catsuits, revealing your work attire underneath. Selina slipped on her wig that she had with her in her bag, taking only a few seconds to smooth it down. You made your way inside.

“Can you tell Mr. Falcone I’d like to come up?” Selina asked the man guarding the elevator door. He jerked his chin to the side and made a dismissive gesture to her.

“She can go, you stay. He ain’t seein’ nobody tonight,” he said, waving you forward.

“Tell him it’s about Annika.” The man straightened his back, his face darkened. Mumbling into his ear piece, he finally let you both pass. Mr. Falcone greeted you both when the elevator doors opened to his floor.

“Heyyy, look who it is, huh?”

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Falcone,” you apologized, placing a kiss on his cheek as you met him halfway.

“Nah, it’s fine, gorgeous. You’re always welcome, you know that,” he chuckled. “And please, it’s Carmine to you.”

“I was hoping we could talk to you for a minute?”

“Absolutely.”

Selina eyed the other men in the room. “Alone?” He snapped his fingers and everyone cleared. He led you both into the lounge area to sit.

“What’s this all about, huh? You need somethin’? Cash?” Falcone sat across from the two of you. “I’ll get you anything you need, doll.”

“Actually, Mr. Fal—Carmine,” you gave him a weak smile. “My friend is worried sick and I didn’t know what to do, so I brought her to the only person I thought could help…” Carmine had a sly look on his face as he leaned closer.

“Oh, is that right? Well you came to the right place. What you girls need?”

“We can’t find Annika anywhere. It’s like she just disappeared!” you exclaimed, faux tears in your eyes. Carmine leaned back into his chair. His face dropped for a second before he replaced it with a carefree facade.

“I’m—I’m just so worried,” Selina choked out, letting out a few fake tears of her own. “I don’t know where she is. I know you’re a very important man from what she’s told me—“ Selina gestured to you, “—and I was hoping you could help me find her. I mean she’s been gone so long, I’m starting to think she might be…” Selina let out a few sniffles as you patted her back comfortingly. “I’m sorry…” You looked at Falcone with pleading eyes.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I understand. Here.” He offered her tissues but she declined.

“No, that’s okay, I have a tissue.” Selina slowly reached for the gun in her purse as you distracted him.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Carmine. Nobody knew anything or wanted to help—“

“Mr. Falcone?”

“Vinny!” Falcone yelled at the man who interrupted. “Didn’t I tell ya?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Falcone. I really think you’re gonna want to see this.”

Falcone looked back at you. “I’m sorry, beautiful,” he apologized. “I’ll be right back so we can continue.” You and Selina gave each other a hardened look as he walked away into another room. So close.

The voicemail that Annika had left Selina could be overheard from where you were sitting. As if empowered by her voice, Selina carefully strided over to the man, gun pointed. You placed yourself behind the wall, hidden from the men’s view, ready for whatever was about to happen.

“Hey, Dad?”

Falcone turned around to see her, mildly confused and surprised. “What?”

“I’m Maria Kyle’s kid…You remember her?”

“Yeah…Just—just put down the gun, honey—“

“This is for my mother.” The gunshot echoed as all the lights shut down and were replaced by shadows. The only thing to illuminate anything were the lights from outside peering in.

Quickly sneaking into the now dark room, you lunged for the guard that was about to attack Selina. With a yell, you managed to jump and wrap your legs around his neck, choking him. Selina went after Falcone as you fought the guard. More gunshots fired, each round making you jump in your skin. When you were finished with the man, you ran into the other room to see another fallen guard and Falcone choking Selina with a pool stick. Grabbing one off the table, you hit him in the back of the head as hard as possible. He shouted and got off of her, coming for you. Selina gasped for breath, blindly reaching around for the gun that was knocked away.

“You bitch!” Falcone yelled as he lunged for you. Dodging, you dealt him a few blows yourself and even managed to leave a nasty scratch along his face. “I’ll kill you!” He sent a powerful kick to your legs, sweeping you off your feet. He was on you instantly and wrapped his hands around your throat. “You made me do this, sweetheart. You were my favorite! You’re making me do this!”

“Help—“ you choked out, suffocating. Struggling, he had a hard time keeping his hands around your neck, but he managed. Your mind froze—this has happened before, hasn’t it? Instead of Falcone above you, digging his nails into you, the image of Batman with his own hand around you appeared instead…just like he did at the mayor’s house. Black was creeping into your vision as you let out shallow gasps before Falcone was harshly pulled away. Your eyes squeezed shut in anguish as you coughed out.

Your savior, the caped crusader, immediately reached for Selina and aimed her gun away when he noticed she was about to shoot. “He has to pay!” she shouted.

“You don’t have to pay with him.” He assured her. Selina, crying, looked at Batman. “You’ve paid enough.” She relents and drops the gun, defeated and emotionally drained.

Batman was by your side in an instant, cradling you. He tenderly brushed his fingers against the marks on your neck made by Falcone. “Rat?” The way he said it reminded him of how he called out to you over the contact lens camera system: pathetic. Vision blurred, you recoiled quickly after seeing who it was, weakling pushing him away.

“Please,” you pawed away at his hands, trying to get them away from your head. “Not again.” His eyes held a great sadness in them as he instead held you closer, moving his hands from holding your head to your lower back, waiting for you to calm down. Struggling more, your breathing quickened as you flung your hand towards his face. His hand caught yours quickly and held them firm against him. He looked anxious, eyes searching over your body for more potential damage as you calmed down. Realizing the situation after seeing Carmine on the ground, you raised yourself to hug your dark knight. He wouldn’t hurt you again, right? You were soothed as you felt him let out a heavy sigh into your hair.

“Please,” he whispered into your ear. “Don’t scare me like that, please…” Gingerly, he helped you up, arm wrapped around your waist.

Reluctantly, he let go when Falcone started coming to his senses. Picking him up roughly, he led the man through the club where onlookers watched with curiosity. You and Selina followed.

“Jesus,” Carmine laughed. “Look at you. Whattaya think this is? You think you’re gonna scare me with that mask and that cape? I’m gonna start crying, and all of a sudden some big secret’s comin’ out? Let me tell you something?” Carmine stopped walking and leaned in close to Batman. “Whatever I know, whatever I’ve done, it’s all going with me to my grave.” Batman shoved him forward and into the hands of Gordon. “What, you with Zorro over here? Don’t you know you boys in blue work for me?”

Gordon took him outside to reveal the dozens of police officers waiting to arrest him. “I guess we don’t all work for you.” Gordon read Carmine his rights as another officer handcuffed him. “Do you understand?”

Carmine looked straight at you, almost admiring your tears and the marks he left behind on your neck. “Yeah,” he turned back to Gordon. “I’ll see you when I walk out.”

“Goddamn rat.”

“What’d you say?” Carmine asked Oswald.

“Enjoy your night at Blackgate, Carmine. Probably be your last.”

“Oh-ho! So you’re a big man now, huh, Oz?’ Carmine scoffed.

“Maybe I am,” Oz challenged.

“Really, Oz? Because to me, you were always a gimp in an empty suit.”

Oz reached into his jacket, pulling out a gun. “I’ll spray paint your ass!” A single shot fired and Carmine hit the ground. The crowd roared as officers tried to get a handle on the situation. Oz was tackled to the ground. “I didn’t shoot! I didn’t shoot!”

You walked over to Batman as he hovered over Falcone, watching him take his last breath. You spat on his body, satisfied. Batman, however, looked above him to see the flickering street light. “Bring him into the light,” he muttered. “And you’ll find where I’m at.”

“There!” An officer yelled. “The shot came from up there!” Following where the man’s finger pointed, you saw an apartment window open with a gun pointed out. No one was there.

“It’s Riddler!”

Majority of the officers left Carmine’s body to get to Riddler; only a few stayed back. Selina strolled over and stared at his body for a bit. Also satisfied, she linked arms with yours and walked away. “Let’s go home.”

You made it to your motorcycles in silence. The only thing you mumbled after putting on your helmet was ‘Karma’s a bitch’ before returning to your apartment.

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joes-sha-la-la-la-girl · 6 months

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Love Bites: Chapter 12

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut

Tammy’s sister had managed to get all of Y/N’s stuff out and moved it into Tammy's place. Apparently, whilst she had been sorting everything out, Doug had come home but by that point it was too late, Tammy’s sister only had a couple of items left to get and they were all replaceable. Y/N had told her on the phone not to worry about what she couldn’t get, the singer was just grateful that she wouldn’t have to see Doug again.

However, Y/N now didn’t feel safe going to Tammy’s after the tour was over. As Doug had seen Tammy’s sister moving the stuff out, Y/N knew that he would know where she was. She tried not to let any of that bother her though because now her and Joe could be as open as they wanted to be.

The tour progressed without any problems for the next week. Both singers were happy that they could finally be out in the open without any worries of being caught.

They had a week off and both bands were booked into a hotel. Joe insisted that he and Y/N share, earning no protest from the Ultraviolet singer, or Sav for that matter, who usually shared a room with Joe and didn’t want to be shut out for hours at a time.

As it was their week off, Joe decided to take Y/N out for a date. The only problem was that he was not familiar with the area and had no idea where he wanted to take her.

“Why don’t you just go on a walk with her?” Sav suggested when his best friend came to him for advice.

“Just a walk?”

“Well, she’ll probably appreciate something calm after being on tour with us for so long. And it’ll give you the chance to get to know her better.”

“I suppose that could work.”

“You also could find out what sort of stuff she does like for when you plan your next date.” Sav pointed out.

“Okay. A walk then.” Joe still didn’t sound convinced.

“Or don’t if you’re not interested.” Sav shrugged.

“You’re right though.”

“I always am.”

“Funny. I meant that it would be good so I can set up our next date. With that Joe left the room, going back to his and Y/N’s so that they could get ready to go.

“This is really nice Joe.” Y/N smiled as they walked around.

“It was Sav’s idea really.” Joe told her, slightly bashful, that he almost turned the idea down.

“Well either way, I’m having a nice time. I don’t like to go too overboard with dates y’know.” She said, unknowingly giving Joe some ideas for their second date. He now knew that she didn’t like to make a fuss. Y/N had also told him what foods she did and didn’t like after Joe had tried and failed to subtly ask her.

“So how come you moved to London?” Joe asked as a short silence fell over them.

“For music I guess. Tammy and I grew up together and always had a passion for music. We used to put on shows for our families. Anyway, we both decided that we wanted to move to London to start a band and our parents didn’t think it would work.

“I met Doug about a week or so after we moved and started dating him. He was charming then mind you. We met Benji in the pub and then Johnny joined after Benji introduced us.”

“Wow. I’m sorry your parents weren’t more supportive.” Joe told her. Y/N just shrugged with a small smile on her face.

“Worked out though.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if not for my parents. Def Leppard wouldn’t be about, that's for sure.” Joe grinned softly.

The two of them wandered around for a while longer, just talking about their bands and getting to know each other better.

When they got back to the hotel, they walked up to their room and stood outside the door.

“I think I am supposed to just drop you off with the promise of another date, but since this is my room too, may I come in?” Joe asked cheekily.

Y/N laughed and leaned up to kiss him gently. “Of course.”

Joe led Y/N into their room, not breaking the kiss. He ran his hands down her sides after he kicked the door shut.

“Jump.” He murmured against her lips before he helped her wrap her legs around his waist. Joe walked, with Y/N clung onto him, to their bed and carefully laid her down. He slipped the dress she was wearing off and was pleasantly surprised when he saw that she was not wearing a bra.

“Oh love, you’re so beautiful.”

Y/N blushed at the compliment and turned her head away from him.

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart.” Joe moved his hands to her face and made her look at him. He smiled at her before recapturing her lips in another passionate kiss. He then trailed his lips down to her neck, quickly finding the spot that made her moan.

When she let out the little whimper he was hoping for, he sucked gently. Y/N pulled away slightly, only to pull his t-shirt off of his head and move her hands down to his belt. Joe quickly helped her, wriggled out of his trousers and underwear before he then took off hers.

Y/N bucked her hips up as she felt his fingers ghost over her.

“Can I ride you?” She asked him in a tone he couldn’t refuse. Joe didn’t say anything as he allowed himself to be flipped over. Y/N reached over and grabbed a condom that was conveniently left on the bedside table. She opened it, discarding the rubbish on the floor and rolled it down onto Joe.

He couldn’t think of anything as Y/N started to grind on him, causing him to let out a groan. “Please love.” Joe begged, earning a smirk in return.

Y/N reached down and grabbed his cock, lining it up and then sinking down on him. Joe gripped her hips so hard that he left white finger marks, however, Y/N couldn’t care less about the future bruises as she adjusted to him inside of her.

Soon enough she started rocking, using Joe’s chest as leverage. One of Joe’s hands left her waist and went to her breast, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

The attention Jow paid to her breast caused Y/N to go faster. When she started bouncing, Joe let out a gasp and bucked his hips up in shock, going deeper than before. The two of them kept up that pace before Joe had enough and flipped them back around.

It was Y/N’s turn to gasp as she felt Joe start to pound into her. Putting her hands on his back, she dug her nails in, leaving red scratch marks in the process. Joe groaned again at the painful pleasure and leant down to kiss her again.

The two of them moved in unison, absolutely lost in one another as they chased their highs. Joe could feel Y/N clenching and it brought him closer to the edge. Wanting to make sure she came first, Joe moved his hand down to thumb at her clit.

“C’mon sweetheart. Let go.” He encouraged, not sure how much longer he could last. With a loud curse, Y/N came, triggering his own orgasm. She captured Joe’s lips as he finished and the two of them collapsed together on the bed.

“Good girl.” Joe cooed as he finally pulled out of her, hoping to sooth her whimper. Joe quickly moved to get the two of them cleaned up before he moved back to where she was lying.

He climbed in bed with her and with one last peck the two of them drifted off to sleep, cuddled up.

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#joe elliott #joe elliott x reader #def leppard #ellen's fic #love bites fic #love bites chapter 12 #joe elliott smut

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER FOUR “in the eye of every beholder”

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chapter word count: 3.6k+

chapter warnings: none (other than seokmin wanting to murder ksy)(with good intentions)

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: introducing my oc teacher characters!!! i kinda wrote myself into a corner by having no one else in svt being teachers lmao so i had to make up new friends for seokmin when he’s at school haha ^^

“Good morning, Seokmin. Why do you look like you managed to get zero sleep last night?”

Seokmin laughed into his coffee as he set his bag down at his desk in their department office. “Uh, that might be because I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” Yuna, one of the other teachers in the department, looked at him concernedly as she turned on her own computer. “Why? Don’t tell me you left your marking to the last minute again.”

Seokmin sipped his drink, contemplating for a moment, before just smiling. “You caught me there."

Telling the truth and saying that he'd been staying awake to talk with one of his not-quite-friends by the river until sunrise about anything and everything would have been weird, anyway.

Before the woman had the chance to tell him off, however, the door to the department office swung open, and one of the other literature teachers swept in amongst a whirl of papers.

“Good morning, you two,” Hayoung chirped, dumping her papers down at her desk before grinning at them, pushing her glasses up as she bent down to pick up the papers that had been dropped. “Hey, why does Seokmin look like he’s half dead?”

Seokmin rolled his eyes at the two women, turning to his own computer and attempting to turn the monitor on. “You’re both so mean.”

Hayoung just laughed, shuffling her papers together and pulling out her own chair to sit down. “We care about you, brat. That’s all. Did something happen?”

“No,” Seokmin said, typing in his user and password. “I’m fine, I promise. Just procrastinated marking my children’s homework, that’s all.”

“Ah,” Hayoung said wisely. “Totally understandable. I do that all the time.”

Yuna sighed, shaking her head. “You two are utterly insane. I could never leave my marking that late.”

“Good morning!” another voice trilled, and all three literature teachers looked up to see another one of their colleagues hop into the room, looking buzzed up on far too much caffeine. “Did you hear that they’re already interviewing people to replace the teachers that left?”

“Minjun,” Yuna remarked dryly as the man accidentally bumped into Hayoung’s table and knocked over her pile of papers. “Why are you so hyper so early in the morning?”

“They’re already interviewing potential new teachers?” Seokmin asked interestedly. At the desk next to him, Hayoung wailed over the fallen papers that she’d just picked up. “That was fast.”

“I know right?” Minjun said, setting down his bag and his coat at his desk. “Apparently they’ve already found the new teachers they wanna hire for the music department. One of them is starting in a couple of weeks, actually.”

Seokmin shook his head. “That’s insane. I hope they’re prepared to deal with being thrown into the curriculum halfway through the year.”

Minjun laughed. “Yeah." He jabbed his finger in the direction of the door. "Also, the first class of the day started three minutes ago.”

All three literature teachers jumped at his words, looking over at the clock before collectively scrambling to gather their things and get to their students.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Seokmin said despairingly, accidentally stepping on some of Hayoung’s papers as he left the room. “Sorry, Hayoung!”

Minjun just continued laughing as he waved them out of the office. “I don’t have any classes until the afternoon. Have a nice day, you guys!”

Yuna yelled back something intelligible as both she and Seokmin hurried down the corridor, Hayoung still picking up her papers in the office.

"I'll see you at break," Yuna said quickly before pushing open the door to her classroom, instantly calling out for her children to settle down.

Seokmin shook his head, smiling, before walking into his own class too, pushing the door open with his foot and carrying his lesson materials in his arms.

"Yes, yes, I'm here now," he said, and the delighted cries of "Mr. Lee!" made him smile even wider. "Good morning, has everyone's morning been good?"

He walked to the front of the classroom, humming interestedly and laughing as some of the children told him very seriously that they wouldn't mind at all if his lesson killed them so early on in the day just so they wouldn't have to proceed with their other classes.

This particular grade class was, in fact, his favourite, and teaching these students always managed to bring a smile to his face purely because he could tell that so many of these bright children would go on to become adults that he could proudly tell others he had the privilege of teaching in their youth.

“Today, we’ll be starting a new unit,” Seokmin announced as he set his things down in the classroom, “and it’ll be on poems.”

There were a mixture of groans and cheers in response to his announcement, and Seokmin grinned, clasping his hands together and walking across the front of the class.

“I know, I know, but poetry is fun, I promise! Besides, I managed to convince them to look at a more interesting poem, which I'm sure you'll enjoy.”

His statement was met with unimpressed stares, but Seokmin just grinned wider, moving back to the desk to pick up a marker and then walking over to the whiteboard.

He uncapped the dry marker and wrote the word ‘Homer’ on the board, drawing a circle around it. “Now, what do you think of when you see this name? Yes, Hyeongjung?”

“Homer Simpson!”

Seokmin paused, narrowing his eyes playfully at the boy. “Okay, other than the Simpsons. How is the name Homer significant in literature? Jiyeon, what do you think?”

“Didn’t he write the Iliad?”

Seokmin smiled, writing ‘Iliad’ beside the name. “Well done. We don’t actually know if he did write the Iliad, but that epic poem, along with the Odyssey, are often attributed to Homer, so we call him the author anyway. The ‘Odyssey’ is what we’ll be focusing most on,” he said, writing down both the poems on the board, “but first, we’ll be taking a brief look at Greek mythology.”

There were gasps of excitement amongst the children, and Seokmin grinned again.

“Now, can anyone name some of the Ancient Greek gods to me?”

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“See you tomorrow, you guys,” Seokmin said to the last few teachers still in the office as he shouldered his bag, getting ready to leave work for the day. “How long are you all planning to stay here?”

Yuna just hummed, clacking away at her keyboard. “I haven’t finished making quotation flashcards for my children yet. And I need to print and laminate them, too.”

Seokmin winced in sympathy. “Good luck. I tried making quotation flashcards for some of my classes last year, and it’s a lot of work.”

“Yeah, I know,” Yuna laughed. She waved a hand in Seokmin’s direction, not even looking at him. “I’ll be fine. You, however, need to get some sleep, Mr. Lee. You still look dead on your feet. See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” Seokmin said, taking the statement for the dismissal that it was, smiling. “Don’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

And with that, he stepped out of the office, fishing out his phone and texting him a quick "on my way!". The elder had messaged him, around an hour ago, asking if Seokmin wanted to meet up in one of the cafes near Seokmin’s school, and of course he’d said yes. Having coffee with Jeonghan was always fun, because it was never really about the coffee and more about the talking.

It had been a while since he’d met up with Jeonghan one-on-one, anyways, so it would be fun.

“Jeonghan hyung!”

The moment Seokmin stepped into the cafe, the door’s wind chimes tinkling in his wake, he called out to Jeonghan and grinned as the elder looked up with a wave.

“Seokmin-ah,” Jeonghan said, smiling as he gestured to the chair opposite him for Seokmin to sit down. “How are you doing? How was work?”

"It was okay," Seokmin shrugged, before beaming as Jeonghan slid over a croissant. "Aw, hyung, did you buy this for me?"

"You have to pay me back," Jeonghan said, but he was smiling fondly. In all the years that Seokmin had known Jeonghan, he'd never really had to pay him back for anything he bought him. "This place is crazy expensive."

Seokmin just laughed, instantly pulling apart the croissant before his eyes lit up as Jeonghan also slid over a teacup, seemingly procuring it out of nowhere. "Why are we here then?"

"You like their mochas, don't you?" Jeonghan said, tapping the mug. "See, Seokmin, I know these things."

"I'm so honoured you pay so much attention to me, hyung," Seokmin said, half teasing, and happily sipped his coffee. "Mmm. Delicious."

Jeonghan grinned.

It was earlier than Seokmin normally left work, and there were still people milling around in the cafe. The sun was lingering in the sky, not quite setting yet but also not quite high enough to look like it was doing anything other than drowsily going to bed, casting golden-orange light through the windows and across the tables. The buzz of chatter created a lively ambience, but it was a gentle liveliness that allowed Seokmin's shoulders to relax and smile over at Jeonghan as the elder leaned his elbows on the table, eyes glittering.

"Speaking of knowing things, though," Jeonghan said, and Seokmin's shoulders reluctantly tensed once again. "I think you know what other thing I know about you, right?"

Seokmin groaned, about to faceplant into the table before he realised that a) they were in public and b) he had a hot coffee right where his head would have landed. So he settled with kicking Jeonghan under the table again.

"Hey!" Jeonghan swiftly kicked him back and then carried on talking, grinning deviously. "Joshua talked about it with you, didn't he? During the last Game Night."

"Don't kick me back! I—wait, what?" Seokmin paused, frowning. "He… didn't talk about it at all."

Now that Seokmin thought about it, Joshua never brought up their encounters in conversations. Not the flower incident, or the gym incident, or the awkward "I've been asking all our friends about you" incident. It was as if he wasn't making a big deal out of it, waiting for Seokmin to talk about it first, making sure that Seokmin was comfortable with broaching the subject and if he wasn't, then Joshua wouldn't say anything.

Wow. Seokmin blinked. He found himself really… touched.

Jeonghan, however, frowned, looking put-out by Joshua's thoughtfulness. "Aw. I thought he'd try to talk to you about it. That’s a shame.”

Seokmin looked over warily, slowly taking a bite out of his croissant, flakes of pastry getting all around his mouth. “Why is that a shame? What did you want him to say?”

“I wanted him to ask you about it, of course!” Jeonghan said. “I wanted him to ask you why you were doing that, because he kept asking me about it instead. And I said to him, “You gotta just ask Seokmin himself, Joshuji. I don’t know anything about it.”, but it appears that he didn’t follow my advice.”

“You just want to know yourself, don’t you?” Seokmin said. He wiped at the crumbs on his cheeks, failing in his attempts to clean his face since his fingers were all flake-covered too. “Don’t lie. Joshua hyung’s really sweet and chill. You’re the nosy one.”

Jeonghan laughed, not looking the least bit offended. “Well, you’re kind of right. But I’m still trying to get him to talk to you.”

“Huh?” Seokmin frowned. “Why?”

Jeonghan just hummed, giving Seokmin a tight-lipped smile and shook his head, drumming his fingers against the table. “Did anything interesting happen at work today? I do wanna know how your day went, Seokmin.”

It was a clear sign to change the topic, and Seokmin decided to take it. With enough wheedling, he would probably have been able to push Jeonghan for the answers he wanted on the Joshua thing, but he didn’t really have the energy. Jeonghan was weak for him, but not that weak. And after a long day at work, Seokmin was kinda tired.

“Um, apparently they’re already interviewing for the potential new teachers,” Seokmin said. “And they’ve found replacement music teachers that are gonna start in a few weeks.”

“New music teachers?” Jeonghan asked, tilting his head interestedly. “I see.”

Seokmin nodded, sipping his coffee. “It’s all just rumours for now. Minjun’s really good at getting accurate pieces of information, though, so there’s a pretty good chance that it’s the truth.”

“Minjun?” Jeonghan watched as Seokmin set down his coffee mug, before promptly swiping it and taking a sip thoughtfully, ignoring Seokmin’s indignant cry. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Seokmin swiftly snatched back his coffee, taking another sip while pouting at Jeonghan. "He's been the head of my department for years, hyung. Maybe you heard it from me?"

"No, I think Joshua had a friend called Minjun," Jeonghan said, watching blankly as Seokmin finished the rest of his croissant. "They went to uni together. They were pretty decent friends, I think, promising to help each other with job offers and stuff."

"Well." Seokmin shrugged. "I dunno. Minjun's never mentioned a friend named Joshua. Maybe it's another Minjun?"

Jeonghan's gaze focused back on Seokmin again, and he grinned. "Maybe. Anyway, what about lessons? What were you teaching your kids this time?”

Seokmin beamed, visibly lighting up at the chance to talk about his students. “Oh! You know that one class which is my utter favourite? I’m going over the ‘Odyssey’ with them now, and we were studying Ancient Greek mythology today. Everyone has a weird fixation on Poseidon, though, and I gotta find a way to break it to them that he’s kinda as much of an asshole as Zeus is.”

Jeonghan snorted. “Tell them that story of how he kidnapped a woman, maybe?”

Seokmin blinked innocently. “Which one?”

That made the elder laugh, eyes twinkling. “Did you tell them the story of the golden apple, too? That one’s always fun. It’s like an introduction to the Trojan War, too.”

“I did! You know, the first thing I did was ask them, ‘Who is the prettiest god’ and the amount of people who said Aphrodite… like, oh boy. You’d think that people have learned their lesson by now,” Seokmin said. “But, did you hear about how Aphrodite isn’t just one type of beauty? She is beauty, embodying everything that it means to be beautiful. So she’s mysterious and kind and liked by everyone, and she’s beautiful in everyone’s eyes.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, huh?” Jeonghan said, leaning forward. His laughter had died down, and he looked curiously invested in what Seokmin was saying. “So… you could say she’s beautiful and… elusive at the same time?”

“Exactly!” Seokmin chirped. “She's an enigma. She changes to fit everyone else. Her beauty fits the eye of every beholder. In a really mysterious, it-kinda-makes-sense but also it-doesn’t-make-sense kind of way.”

Jeonghan quirked a grin. “Really? Tell me more, I wanna know.”

If it were anyone else saying that, with that decidedly devious grin on their face, Seokmin would have been more suspicious. But Jeonghan always either looked like he was plotting something or was about to fall asleep, and so Seokmin didn't think anything of it.

Besides, if Jeonghan was plotting something, then the results would normally reveal themselves eventually. Most of the time, it was for a good cause, anyway.

Hopefully.

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"Kwon Soonyoung," Seokmin muttered through gritted teeth as he plodded down the street,"I am going to murder you."

Seokmin was late to school.

Well, he was late to work, but his work essentially was a school, so it was the same thing. And, like most misfortunes in Seokmin’s life, it was kind of all Soonyoung’s fault.

Soonyoung had fallen ill, having caught some sort of cold that rendered him unable to even move his head. Seokmin said it was from that time he’d worked overtime and had to come home in the rain with no umbrella. Soonyoung strongly disagreed. With pillows thrown at Seokmin's head.

Nevertheless, Seokmin had had to take care of him that morning, running around while trying to get ready for work and dig out their tissue boxes from somewhere and give Soonyoung some painkillers with a glass of water and quickly make some canned soup because if Soonyoung didn’t have at least a bowl of soup on the first morning of a sickness, then he’d be ill for an entire month and complain to Seokmin the entire time.

By the end of it, the soup was only half eaten and most of the glass of water had made its way onto the floor and Seokmin hadn’t had time to have breakfast or brush his hair. And he was late.

The first lesson of the day was already in full swing by the time he managed to trudge into school, having given up on actually getting there on time, shooting a quick email to the office to get them to send a sub to his class. They’d better get used to subs just in case, anyway. Soonyoung managed to sneeze on him a total of fifteen times in an hour. There was a pretty good chance that Seokmin was sick too.

“Mr. Lee!” Dowoon, one of the history teachers, called out in surprise when Seokmin dragged himself into the staffroom, already exhausted. “You’re not normally here in the mornings.”

“Mr. Kang,” Seokmin greeted, immediately going over to the instant coffee machine. “Yeah, I had to take care of my sick friend this morning, so I ended up running late. I’ve given up on getting to my first two classes. It’s a double period,” he elaborated, “so it’s the same class of children. I’ll let them have two hours of free time to themselves.”

Dowoon chuckled, downing his own instant coffee. “You’re very generous,” he said. “Oh, did you hear that the new music teacher has started? Just began today, I believe.”

“Already?” Seokmin asked, surprised, taking out his coffee. “Wow, that was fast. Minjun was telling us that they’d start in two weeks, and I guess he was right.”

“That man and his crazy hunches,” Dowoon laughed, shaking his head. He put the empty paper cup into the bin, walking towards the door. “Well, enjoy your own free hour, Seokmin. I’ll be off now.”

“Have a nice day!” Seokmin called back.

And then the history teacher left, leaving a thoughtful silence in his wake.

It was calm in the staffroom, as it normally was on mornings. There were a few teachers sitting around, but most were in lessons, and the sun streamed into the largely empty room, casting light on the ornamental bookshelf and the weirdly shaped fake potted plant in the corner.

Seokmin’s lips twitched upwards. Joshua would have probably liked the strange decor in their staff room.

He leisurely finished his coffee, looking out through the windows at the green field by the side of the school, watching the children playing sports. Then, throwing the empty cup away, Seokmin shouldered his bag again and walked out of the room. There was still a decent amount of time before his next class, and he basically had the entirety of the school to himself to wander around in. He could snoop into wherever he wanted.

Well. He grinned, turning down one corridor. Maybe it was time to visit the music department. Perhaps he’d find something interesting to tell Seungkwan.

The sound of singing filled his ears as he entered the music hallway, and he instinctively chuckled, recognising the tune of the school anthem they were singing. It must be one of the younger years in class right now, he mused. They sounded like they were learning the song for the first time.

He carefully peered into the classroom through the window of the door, chuckling as he watched the teacher conduct the children as they dutifully sang along to the lyrics that were on the board. He drew away, however, when the sound of a door clicking open echoed from around the corner, and voices sounded.

"—lively community here, sir, and we think that you'd be a brilliant addition to the music department. We could use your knowledge here to help strengthen our students."

That was the voice of the head of the music department, which Seokmin recognised. Her voice was fluid, smooth and gentle and Minjun said that she'd been a world-famous opera singer before settling down at their school. Like most things Minjun said, it was probably true.

"Thank you very much, Miss," a new voice said, and Seokmin stilled. He blinked, not sure whether he really did recognise that voice or whether his brain was playing tricks on him.

"Of course," the woman said. "We hope you feel welcome here in our school."

There were more pleasantries exchanged, and then the sound of the office door swinging shut. Seokmin panicked as dress shoes clicked down the corridor, closer and closer to where he was, feeling oddly like a child having been caught eavesdropping as he straightened and stepped away from the wall, before accidentally ending up colliding right into the man who had been walking around the corner.

"Hello!" The man said in surprise. Steady hands reached out to firmly hold onto his shoulders, and Seokmin was quickly pulled away from a warm and solid chest and found himself staring into big, brown eyes instead. Big, brown eyes that widened in shock and then melted into a look that was so soft and so familiar that it made Seokmin's heart immediately begin to beat faster.

Seokmin sputtered, temporarily speechless. "Joshua?"

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Struck (Chapter 2)

Word count: 9.0k+

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, smut, fluff.

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A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

DANNY POV

Days have passed slowly, playing show after show. You are ready to go home. You are ready for your break. Only two more shows. You’ve taken Josh’s advice and left her alone and you have hated every second of it. You have almost texted her a few times over the past two weeks. Part of you thought that she might text you, but she hasn’t.

You find yourself hitting the play button on that video of her more often than you should, while safe in the confines of your bunk, the curtain pulled closed.

If it were an actual button the tiny triangle would be rubbed off, long gone by now, only the illuminated plastic nub remaining. Hitting it again tonight, you are sucked right back into that moment. Her smile, the way her voice sounds, all of it ringing through your headphones, the sweetest noises you’ve ever captured. Your heart is calling out to know her so loudly you wonder if the others must hear it too. But it shouldn’t be. It can’t. You have been able to fight it off this long, but you aren’t sure how much longer you’re willing to fight.

As the days continue to pass your resolve is slowly chipped away, piece by piece with every play of that video, and every swipe through those pictures. Every scroll through her instagram breaks down the wall you have been building brick by brick. Your will to fight it crumbling. The bricks are falling around you faster than you can put them back up.

So tonight when you sent her that text, it was really no surprise. It’s almost like you’ve been preparing yourself for this to happen. It's funny to you though, how talking to her is all you can think about but when you try to write the text nothing comes to mind. Not a single phrase. All you can manage is hey, and you know that is about the lamest thing you could have said, but saying something to her was better than nothing at all.

You: Hey

You haven't spoken to her in what feels like weeks… maybe it has been? You wonder if she will even respond. You think back to the first time you texted her, only receiving a heart reaction on your text. Your heart dropped a little that night, thinking that maybe you thought more of her than she thought of you. You can't help yourself from sinking back into that feeling. Reading the text again you sigh and place your phone on your chest. The nerves coursing through your body limb by limb are quickly replaced with a rush of dopamine as the buzz of your phone against your skin indicates she's replied.

With shaky hands, you illuminate the screen and see her response.

Her: Well… I thought you’d forgotten about me.

If only she knew. If only you could tell her.

You: Of course not. We have been really busy. Only have two more shows before our break.

Her: Good to know….So then what happens when you get a break?

You: Well, we get to go home and relax for a few weeks before we start back up again. It’s really a never ending cycle.

Her: How long will you be home?

You: About two weeks.

Her: That makes sense…the Ypsi show is in three weeks.

You: I’ll see you there?

Her: Probably… I’ll have the shirt on that says I’m a Jake Girl…

You: I think you should wear the one that says I’m a Danny Girl.

Her: Maybe, I haven’t been convinced of that just yet.

You: I guess I’ll just have to try harder.

Her: Or at all…

You: I deserved that.

Her: ;)

You lock your phone and slide it into the drawer, falling asleep tonight with a smile on your face and a flutter in your chest.

“Alright boys, see you in two weeks!” Jake says as you throw the last of your bags into the trunk of your car.

“Later…” you say waving them off, sliding into the driver's seat of your car.

It’s always so weird driving again after long stretches of being on the road. You always wonder how your body just knows exactly what to do, no matter how long it’s been. Although that's kind of how it is with playing an instrument. You never really forget. You hurry and head home, knowing that you are supposed to go to your friend's show tonight in Detroit. It’s about an hour and a half drive from Frankenmuth to Detroit and you planned ahead getting a hotel room, knowing that he likes to drink after the shows end. His band was really starting to take off, so when he told you that they were playing on the same night you got home, you knew you had to be there for him just like he was for you.

The drive is short back to your apartment, and you spend the little time you have at home, taking a shower in a real shower and getting ready, enjoying the silence. As much as you’d love to sleep in your own bed tonight, you can wait just one more night. You pack a small bag and throw it in your front seat, praying you don't hit traffic as you get into Detroit.

About two hours later you are texting him that you’ve arrived as you walk up to the venue. He replies instantly telling you to head to the side door and he would let you in. Once you’re backstage you have your great reunion and chat over drinks. You tell them about how the tour is going and how you’re glad to be home for a break. You tell him how excited you are that this worked out and how you’re really happy to be here to support him. You’ve been friends for a while and you reminisce on the times it was you two jamming together in your parent's basement. Long before the Greta days.

About 10 minutes before the show starts you head out to the front of the house to stand near the back. You like seeing shows from this perspective. It’s nice to be the patron sometimes. It feels like the only shows you ever see are from side stages these days. One of the other guys joins you and you grab a drink from the bar before securing your spot in the back near the sound booth.

You make small conversation with him until the lights go down and you hear the intro music begin to play. You are excited, you haven't heard them play in a while. You’re interested to see how they have progressed since last time. You couldn't be happier for your friend when the crowd begins to cheer as they take the stage. You know exactly how it feels. The venue is packed and people are singing along to their songs, you nod your head along to the beat playing and that's when you see her.

Surely not…

You step to the side to try and get a better look and sure enough. It's her. Here, merely a few feet away from you. Standing towards the back of the crowd, talking to a girl next to her. Your heart begins to beat rapidly.

What is she doing here? What are the odds?

HER POV

“So what do you think? They are even better live, right?!” she asks, grabbing your arm and bouncing along with the music.

You smile and nod your head in agreement. You are glad you came, you almost didn't, but something told you that you should. You are having a good time and you love spending time with her. Her, being Ash, your former roommate. She invited you to come with her and her boyfriend James tonight since she introduced you to them last year. She decided to move in with James a few months ago and you were happy for her but you would be lying if you said you didn't miss your girls nights sometimes. As you sip the beer in your hand they start to play one of the songs you know the best and a smile crosses your face. You turn to her and tell her that after this song you are going to head to the bathroom and she nods.

You both sing your lungs out to every word and laugh at each other the whole time. As the song concludes you tap her shoulder to tell her you’re going and turn to head through the large double doors at the back of the venue. As you weave through a few people crowded behind you, you step into the clearing and you see him. Inhaling sharply you double take just to be sure.

It's him. What is he doing here?

You feel yourself tense up with nerves as your eyes meet his. His piercing brown eyes quickly cast a spell over you, eliciting that warm feeling to course through you. Snapping out of it you quickly flick your eyes back to the door and push through heading into the lobby in search of the bathrooms.

As you reach the stall you quickly pee and wash your hands. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a second, fixing your hair and trying to regain your composure before you inevitably have to walk back through those doors.

You thought you had more time. You thought you wouldn't have to see him until the show. You never thought you’d see him here. Not tonight. You’d be lying if you said you weren't a little bit happy though.

You blow out a deep breath as you push the bathroom door open. You fix your skirt and open the venue door, the loud music washing over you in a wave as the doors open wider. As you step in you see him again. He hasn't moved but he is now talking to some girls that have approached him. You cast a glance in his direction and his eyes flick to yours again. He nods his head gesturing for you to come over to him and you swallow heavily as your feet move in his direction.

You look over to see Ash and James still enjoying themselves, so you decide that talking to Danny for a few minutes won’t hurt. As you walk up to him he is finishing his conversation with who you now know were some of his fans. They walk away and suddenly it's just the two of you.

“Well hello Jake girl… never thought I would see you here...” he says with a smile.

Warmth rushes throughout your limbs at the sound of his velvety voice.

“I’m not sure why you’re surprised, we have the same taste in music after all…” you say playfully.

“Touché… let me rephrase, I am glad to see you here. I didn’t think I would see you until the show.” he says, biting his bottom lip nervously.

He is dressed differently than the last time you saw him, this time in jeans and a t-shirt that clings tightly to his chiseled biceps. His hair is in long wild curls hanging freely around his face and his cheeks are slightly pink from the heat of the venue, or the alcohol, you’re not sure.

“I know, I’m full of surprises I guess.” you smile up at him.

“That you are…” he says trailing off, biting the inside of his cheek. “Have you listened to them for long?” he asks.

“Only about a year, my friend Ash…” you say pointing over to her direction “introduced them to me. I really like them. They sound really good live.”

“The guy singing is one of my best friends…” he says.

“Really? Well, aren't you just connected…” you reply smugly.

“Yeah, we have been friends since middle school. I can assure you we did not look like this back then…” he laughs.

“Oh please… I’m sure you were still hot even then.”

It tumbles from your lips faster than you can stop it. You swallow nervously.

Shit.

A smirk crosses his face as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Well, I should probably get back to my friends…. It was good to see you Danny.” you say nervously.

His brow furrows as he realizes you’re leaving. “Ah, um, I– Yeah, it was good to see you too.” he says. He looks defeated and you look at him for another second, giving him the chance to say what you so desperately want to hear. But he doesn't. Instead, he flicks his eyes to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes, a warm smile turning up the corners of his lips.

With that, you turn on your heels and walk back over to Ash.

“Where have you been?!” she asks over the loud music grabbing your arm.

“Saw someone I knew, sorry didn't mean to worry you!” you reply.

You spend the rest of the show enjoying the music with your friends but you can't help but feel the eyes peering into the back of your head. You didn’t dare turn around to see for yourself, afraid of what you might do if you looked into his eyes again. Something about him has turned you into putty.

You push the thoughts from your head and enjoy the rest of the show. As the house lights come up, Ash turns to you, wrapping her arms around you, “thank you soooo much for coming with us tonight. I miss you so much and I want to get together again soon.”

“I miss you too, you can call me anytime you want. You know I always answer.” you say hugging her back.

“Are you driving back tonight?” she asks.

“Yeah I am going to head out, you guys be careful okay?” you ask.

“We will, text me when you get back so I don't worry! Love you byeeee!” she says walking off with James’ arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

You wave goodbye and fish your phone from the bottom of your purse, checking your notifications quickly before shoving it back in. Nothing important. You grab your car keys and begin to make your way to the doors.

As you walk past the sound booth you see Danny. He cuts his conversation off rushing to catch up with you. “Leaving? Where is your friend?” he asks, pulling you aside.

“Oh, she left with her boyfriend, but yeah I guess I’m going to head home.” you say looking at the logo on the chest of his t-shirt. Your eyes flick up to his.

“Well, before you go, do you want to go get a drink with me?” he asks.

You think for a second…”Okay, just one, it's a long drive back.”

“Okay, I have to go tell them that I’m leaving, do you want to come with me or…” he asks nervously.

“Umm… sure I guess. What is it, every time I am with you I meet a band?” you laugh.

“It seems that way doesn’t it?” he laughs, placing his hand on the small of your back leading you back inside the venue. The feel of his warm hand on you sends a radiating feeling of ease through your body.

He walks the both of you to the side of the stage and talks to security. They let you both through the door and you step into a narrow hallway. Danny pulls you by your hips to walk in front of him, pushing past other people to get to the green room.

“Jeeze, who knew rockstars had such accommodating quarters.” you joke.

“Not quite what you’d imagined, huh? Would you believe me if I told you this was nice?” he laughs back.

You both step through the door of the green room. You hang back as he walks further inside.

“Hey man, that was sick. You sounded awesome, even better than last time.” he says walking up and patting his back.

The guy flicks his eyes over to you and nods his head, you returning his hello with a smile.

“We are going to head out and get a drink. Text me when you guys are packed up, maybe we can meet up?” Danny asks.

“Yeah man, sounds good. I'll call you.” he says, as they both shake hands.

Danny makes his way back over to you, sliding his hand back to the small of your back as you exit through the side door, out into the cool late summer air.

“So where too?” he asks.

“Hmmm, you would probably know better than I would…somewhere with a good martini.” you reply.

“Ohhh, a martini girl, huh?” he asks, pondering. “I think I know of a place, just up the street.”

You walk side by side up the busy sidewalk, his hand ever so slightly brushing your fingers every odd step or so. A tingle running up your limb each time.

As you step up to the doorway, Danny quickly grabs the door handle opening it, letting you walk in first with him following after you.

The bar is more like a lounge, almost with a speakeasy type of vibe. It's low lit, and plush, it looks expensive and luxurious. You can hear jazz music playing towards the back of the building. There are a few faces you recognize from being at the show earlier and you feel like you’re in good company. As you approach the bar you quickly glance at the special cardstock menu sitting on the counter, browsing the cocktail selection just as a formality, knowing exactly what you will be having and knowing exactly what they do to you.

DANNY POV

“What would you like?” you ask her.

“A Manhattan, please.” she replies.

Oh, not just a martini girl. A Manhattan girl. She really does have good taste.

The bartender steps over to you, listening to hear your selections.

“Hey man, can we get a Manhattan and I will do a Pernicious IPA” you say flashing him a kind smile. You have been here once before with the guys, Jake wanted a “speakeasy” experience. You liked it well enough, and you know the drinks are good. Seemed like the obvious choice. Had you known exactly what was going to happen tonight, you might have planned out something better.

You study her face as you wait for your drinks and you see her blush knowing that your gaze is fixed upon her. Her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of dark pink. As the bartender places the drinks in front of you, you let him know to keep the tab open.

“Let’s go sit.” you say, letting her lead the way. You watch her as she walks, her skirt floating against her thighs like a feather.

She finds a fancy looking green velvet booth and slides into it, setting her drink on the little table in front of her. You slide in next to her and take a sip of your beer. Only a few inches of space separates you, your knees practically touching. The low lighting of the candle on the table glowing against the skin on her legs.

“You know this is not how I saw this night going…” you laugh.

“That’s funny, that's what I said the night I met you.” she replies with a smirk.

“Ahhh, that night. It was fun, a good memory.” you say, thinking of her in the video like you have every night for weeks. But here you are now, with her somehow. Right in front of you.

She grabs her drink, pressing her lips to the sharp edge of the glass, letting the amber colored martini pass her lips. It is straight up sinful to watch her swallow the liquid down. A huff of air leaving her mouth, a sure sign of the burn in her throat.

“Well, is it up to par?” you ask.

“Golf jokes, huh? Do we have that in common too? It’s delicious. Thanks for taking me here.” she replies.

You furrow your brow because there is absolutely no way that she is a golfer, too.

Right?

“Don’t tell me you know your way around the green?” you ask shocked.

She takes another sip of her martini, “Do you?” she asks coyly. A small laugh falling from her lips. You can tell the martinis are starting to affect her.

“When I have spare time I have been seen on a course or two...” you smirk, hopefully.

“Well you’ll be intrigued to find out I was captain of the girls golf team in high school if that counts for anything. We definitely didn't win nationals or anything…” she giggles at her own joke and your heart flutters.

You want to reach out and touch her, just to make sure that she’s real. Resisting the urge you take another sip of your beer.

“Oh it counts, but now I’m wondering, if you won nationals that means you are pretty good… I just might have to see for myself.” you say.

“Are you proposing a challenge, Daniel Wagner?” she asks, hearing your full name tumble from her lips sends a twitch right between your legs.

“I don't know how much of a challenge it would be, I’ve got a year or two on you. A few wins under my belt too. I think I could take ya…” you say playfully.

“I don't know Daniel, wouldn’t want you to be sad when I walk away with a better score… I’m willing to bet the only good wood in your bag is the pencil, darling.” she says flirtily, sending a rush of blood straight to your dick.

Holy shit. She is your personal wet dream.

You try to discreetly cross your legs and quip back, “Bold statement…you don’t know what kind of wood I’m swinging sugar… What’s in your bag?” you ask, intrigued to hear her answer.

“Well, when I graduated high school my parents gifted me a TaylorMade Premier set. Hasn’t failed me yet…” she says, pursing her lips together into a perfect pout.

Your dick hardens inexplicably at the mere thought of her swinging a nine iron.

“Ah, a woman with expensive taste… I like it. I am also a TaylorMade fan myself, but I do have a few Callaways floating around. Like to switch it up, you know?” you reply.

“No… I’m loyal, to a fault. Once I find something I like I…never look away.” she says sipping her martini, her sultry eyes peering into your own.

You swallow hard, “I am just really shocked, I knew you had good taste in music, but I would have never imagined you were a golfer as well. Please don't tell me you play any instruments…” you question, placing your empty beer on the table.

She turns the corner of her mouth up into a smug smile, “Fine… I won’t…”

You can tell she is playing coy, so you turn your head to her, encouraging her to continue.

“If you must know, I took 10 years of piano, and I dabbled in guitar for a bit before the whole golfing thing really took over. I would say I am better at golfing than I am at piano, but I can still hold my own when put to the test.” she says.

Ok, so basically she's your dream girl. Got it.

“Well color me impressed, you really are something.” you say, genuinely shocked.

“I was a bit of an overachiever in my youth, I just… wanted to please my parents I guess.” she says, sipping her drink. You can tell that the alcohol is helping to ease her nerves and open up a bit and you are hanging on her every word.

“Tell me about your family...” you ask.

“Well, let's see, I grew up in Ann Arbor with my parents and my older sister. My mom is a nurse and works at the hospital, and my dad is a chemist. Both of them are very smart and were at the top of their class in school, so they kind of expected that from us as well. I think that is why I chose the sports and extracurriculars that I did. They were things that only involved me and my skills. It was just me, only I could do it. I didn't have to rely on teammates, it all depended on me. Golf wasn't my first choice actually. It was between golf or swim team. I tried both, but I think after the first few days of golf lessons I kind of knew. I really fell in love with it. I knew that it was what I wanted to do, so I committed to it. The solitude, of being outside, walking the course on your own, just you and your thoughts. That little spark of excitement when hitting the ball just right, and getting the outcome you want. It wasn’t easy though, it took skill and determination and patience…all things I had to learn along the way. My friends didn't really understand though. I spent a lot of time practicing. I was always the quiet one in our friend group. Not because I had nothing to say, but it just came more naturally to me to observe and chime in when I knew my opinion mattered and would be heard. I have always kind of… shied to the back of situations. Never needed to be the center of attention. Never really wanted to be... Now that I think of it, if I hadn't stayed in the back of the crowd that day, I probably would have never met you. We wouldn't even be sitting here right now. You wouldn't be listening to me blab on and on about everything and nothing…I’m sorry. I’m talking a lot.” she says, starting to panic that maybe she has revealed too much of herself.

“Hey…” you stop her, sliding your hand over the top of her thigh, your fingers wrapping around it, resting right in the soft spot under her knee.

“I get it. I understand. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but trust me when I say that everything that you are telling me, is making me want to know you more and more. I am completely fascinated. You are talented and smart, and damn if you aren't beautiful to boot. Like… the perfect cherry on top.” You say with a soft smile.

Her cheeks blush a deep crimson, at the compliment she’s just received.

God, she is so pretty.

“I’m going to get another drink, do you want one?” you ask her.

She bites her lip thinking about it, “Okay, maybe just one more.”

“Thatta girl.” you say, grabbing her empty glass and your empty bottle, returning them back to the bar.

You order another round and your mind is reeling as you wait.

How did this perfect woman just fall into my lap? Surely there has to be a catch?

If there is, you haven't found it yet and you are praying to god that you don't. As you walk back to the booth, you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night into the wee hours picking her brain to know everything you can about her, but you would be lying if you said you weren't exhausted from the long day. As you see her smile, that feeling washes away, suddenly you are feeling renewed by the twinkle in her eyes.

This time as you sit down, you snake your arm behind her to rest on the back of the seat, right above her shoulders. She instinctively turns closer to your side.

She sips her drink, and a smile creeps across her lips.

“I think this one is even better than the last one.” she says, taking another sip. She is more smiley and much more talkative. The thought runs through your mind about her driving home, but you push it to the back.

“Good, it seems to have you in good spirits, no pun intended of course.” you say laughing.

She giggles next to you, so close to your ear a shiver runs through your body. The sound you have listened to in that video, countless times, not even holding a candle to the real thing.

“So now your turn…” she says, “tell me about you…” she rests her head gently on your forearm, ready to listen to you talk.

“I grew up in Frankenmuth, so, not too far away from you. We all did actually, Josh, Jake, Sam… Sam and I were best friends. We did everything together, so when his brothers started the band, naturally Sam and I found our respective places within it. I have a little sister, and my mom and dad of course. I, like you, started playing golf pretty young. Really fell in love with it quickly, I had an amazing coach, we still even go play together sometimes when I’m home. Believe it or not, drums were not my first instrument. It was a guitar. I may play the drums as my job, but the guitar will always be my safe place, my home, I guess. I'm obviously also the quiet one in my friend group, I interject when needed of course, but I usually keep to myself. It’s just better that way. You know I was excited that none of the guys wanted to go with me that day to see The Strokes after the set. No one to make annoying jokes the whole time, or talk through the songs, but then I found myself next to you. Suddenly I was the one doing the talking through the songs. It’s probably one of the more outgoing moments I have had in a while. When I talked to you that day I had no idea that it would play on a continuous loop in my mind everyday since. I just can't seem to get you out of my head.” you say with a contented sigh, slightly nervous to reveal your hand to her.

She smiles at you, and lifts her head from your arm, taking another sip of her drink.

“I have thought about it too. Also, I think I just might have your hoodie in my car. Remind me later to give it back to you.” she says.

“I told you to keep it. You look far better in it than I ever did.” you reply, your fingers grazing the back of her neck. A small, almost barely noticeable sigh leaves her lips at the feeling of your skin on hers. You continue to gently rub small circles into her neck hoping for just one more of those sinful little noises.

Her lips press to the glass once again, and you find yourself staring. Watching as her lips press down on the rim, letting the alcohol pass through. You wonder what she tastes like, and you find yourself licking your own lips at the thought.

“I think that is subjective…” she says, running her tongue across the rim of the glass and licking the small drop from the side.

“Well, I do remember you telling me a little something earlier…I guess I know your stance on the subject…” you say smugly, with a smirk.

She smirks and shrugs her shoulders just slightly before peering down into her glass, staring at the dark red cherry before flicking her eyes to yours. You can tell she is feeling the alcohol, the slight sway in her posture giving her away as she leans back into your arm.

“Do you want to see a trick?” she asks, her words slightly running together.

You raise your eyebrows in interest and nod, “Mhmm..” you hum, settling back into the booth.

She plucks the cherry from the bottom of her glass, placing it in her mouth almost painfully slow, definitely just to tease you.

She sets the empty glass on the table and closes her lips around the cherry. She sits back in the booth, crossing her arms across her chest. A concentrated look crosses her face, a slight crease between her brows as her mouth begins to move and contort into different shapes.

As you watch her lips bend and move in different directions, you feel the blood rush to your pelvis once again. Her eyes are locked on yours and you couldn’t look away if your life depended on it. You are completely transfixed on this woman. Suddenly a look of satisfaction crosses her face. The crease in her brow disappears, and a new glow lights her eyes.

She opens her lips and pushes the cherry stem to slot between her top and bottom teeth. A perfect knot.

Something snaps inside of you. Before you can even stop yourself you are leaning forward grabbing the end of the stem between your own teeth, taking it from hers. Your lips lightly brushing hers in the process. A gasp leaves her mouth at the sensation. You quickly pull the stem tightly between your two fingers, throwing it to the table as you cup her jaw in your hand, crashing your lips to hers. She leans into you deepening the kiss.

Your other hand, still resting on the back of her neck draws her in closer to you, as your lips explore every pillowy soft inch of hers. She rests her hand on your chest, and it scorches through your shirt like fire. Her tongue slides across your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you oblige letting her silky smooth tongue slide past your lips. As she whimpers into your mouth you all but melt around her. You can taste the alcohol on her tongue but more than that, the sweet taste of the cherry that was just tangled between her lips seconds before you were.

Any fight you had left in you disappeared in a matter of seconds. Right here, right now you were completely at her mercy. But you couldn’t let her know that. You pull away from her, fighting every fiber of your being in the process. Her eyes search yours at the separation.

“You taste so sweet…I knew you would…Just like cherry. A perfect cherry.” you say before pressing your lips to hers again, this time a soft barely there kiss gently grazing her now full pink lips. As you pull away this time her hand slides up to rest on your neck and she cranes her head to the side, placing her lips on the shell of your ear.

“The cherry is the best part…” she whispers as her hand slides back down the front of your body. Your back tenses as the goosebumps travel across your body.

Oh, she has you right where she wants you.

That last martini is hitting her pretty hard, and you can tell. She has completely lost all her inhibitions and she is completely gorgeous. A smile hasn’t left her face.

“One more?” she asks.

“Alright, one more…” you reply playfully.

As you stand up to walk to the bar, she stands up with you. Her hand brushes yours, almost like an invitation, so you take it. You twist your fingers into the soft skin of her palm before slotting your fingers between hers. As you step out, she stays close behind you. You walk up to the bar hand in hand, sliding her in front of you once you reach the bar top, resting your hands on her waist. The bartender asks what you would like and you order one more Manhattan, and a whiskey for yourself, knowing you will need something stronger than beer if you want to catch up with her.

You close out the tab, sliding your card to the bartender and signing the receipt. You grab your drinks and turn away from the bar. You place your hand on her back and let her walk in front of you until you reach the small stage in the back, holding a small Jazz band.

She sits at a small table just off to the side of the stage and crosses her legs, slipping her drink. You have to give it to her, she is putting away these martinis. They are definitely affecting her though, more than she would let you know.

A few couples are dancing to the slow jazz music, twirling and spinning along with the saxophone. She looks at you and raises an eyebrow. You take a gulp of your whiskey and you feel her foot gently slide up the inside of your calf and you smile at her suspiciously. You pretend to not notice as she continues and you watch the band intently. She throws back the rest of her drink and sets her glass on the table with a loud clink.

As you look at her she has the cherry resting between her teeth, and she sucks it into her mouth staring directly into your eyes. You swallow in anticipation. She rolls her tongue around the dark red fruit before chewing it up slowly and methodically. You watch as she swallows it and feel your dick twitch in your jeans.

“You really love those…. don't you, cherry…” you say with a devilish smirk. The pet name is so fitting for her at the moment.

My cherry….

Her eyes are glazed over and her cheeks are flushed. You can tell she is in absolutely no state to drive, and you kick yourself for letting her pass her limit. She is starting to get spacey and blink slowly. You feel a bit happy though, that she felt comfortable enough with you to let loose a little bit.

You reach your hand over and place it on top of hers, “Hey… are you ready to go?” you ask.

“I don’t know if I can yet…” she slurs. She is slightly swaying in her chair.

“Oh, no…there is no way you’re driving tonight.” you state, helping her stand from her chair.

“I don't…No, I–....” she tries to argue with you, and it’s sort of endearing.

“I’m staying at a hotel just up the street, you can just… stay with me. You can sleep in the bed. I will take the couch.” you say rubbing your hand over her shoulder.

You pull your phone out and call an Uber as you make your way to the front of the bar. As you step outside she turns to you. She is really drunk. Maybe that last one wasn’t a great idea.

“I can’t stay…. With you Danny. You don't… even… know me...” she strings the words together in a broken sentence.

Shit. Think.

“Okay... You don't have to stay. But just… come sit in my room until you feel like you can drive. How about that?” You ask, hoping she will agree.

She squints her eyes at you “Okay, just for a minute.”

Thank god.

The Uber pulls up and you usher her inside, following behind her. As you buckle your seat belt you feel her hand reach for yours, and you grab it, smiling as you look out the window. It's a short ride to the hotel, and right about now you are thanking yourself profusely for getting it.

About two minutes away, you feel her rest her head on your shoulder letting out a deep sigh. You find yourself suddenly wishing it were a longer ride. You trace the outlines of her fingers with your index finger, studying the shape of her fingers, feeling the rough calluses on her palms and fingers from the grip of a golf club, similar to the ones that adorn your own hands.

The car pulls up in front of the hotel, and you thank the driver, as you wait for her to slide out of the door.

You put your arm around her shoulder and walk into the front door of the building. As you get to the elevator you press the button and step inside as the doors open. Releasing your arm from around her, you search for your room key in your wallet, pulling out the shiny blue plastic.

The doors open on your floor and you can tell she is still feeling floaty and relaxed. You escort her down the hallway, placing your key to the door when you find your room. You open the door, and she saunters inside, dropping her purse on the chair by the door.

You shut the door and lock it behind you, before stepping into the bathroom to pee. You have been holding it practically all night, not wanting to take your eyes off of her for a second. Scared she might disappear.

Finally emptying your bladder, you wash your hands and return to the room. What you find is exactly what you hoped. She has passed out right in the middle of the fluffy white bed. At least now you don't have to worry about her driving. You place your phone and wallet on the dresser and turn off the overhead light, letting the room be lit only by a lamp in the corner.

You sit next to her on the bed and grab her ankle, carefully undoing the buckle on her sandal, and sliding it off her foot. You repeat with the other side, tossing the shoe to join the other on the floor.

You release her feet and they both hang off the edge of the bed, you shake your head and smile.

She had to know what was going to happen after three martinis…

You grab your bag off the floor and dig through it looking for your toiletry bag. You unzip it and search for your Advil, shaking two out and closing the lid. You grab a bottle of water off of the dresser and place it, and the two Advil on the nightstand.

You gently hook your hands under her arms and pull her upwards to rest her head on the pillows, before you slide the comforter out from under her, and up and over her body.

There, now she’s comfortable.

You grab your clothes out of your bag and throw them on the couch, while you plug in your phone charger. Plugging in your phone you see a missed call and realize you totally forgot you said you might be able to meet up.

Yikes, I will text him in the morning.

You walk back over to the couch, untying your own shoes, and kicking them off. You pull your shirt over your head before you move to unclasp your belt buckle and slide your jeans down your legs, kicking them off to meet your shoes. You walk over to the closet and look for the extra pillow and blankets, securing both under your arms before returning to the couch. You turn the lamp off and settle into the couch perfectly content knowing that the girl you haven't been able to get out of your head for weeks, is sleeping peacefully 6 feet away.

HER POV

Your eyes flick open, dry like sandpaper. Your mouth is watering and your stomach churning. Your skin is clammy and your limbs are shaking. The overwhelming urge to run to the bathroom takes over your brain. You throw the blankets off of you and swing your feet to the floor, but your surroundings are unfamiliar.

Where am I?

Your eyes search the pitch black darkness for anything remotely familiar, and you see him. Pieces of the night flooding back to you as you spot him lying on the couch.

Your feet sprint to the bathroom, flinging the door open and spilling your guts into the toilet.

Martinis…

You stopped keeping track after the second one.

Why can't I just drink vodka cranberries like everyone else?

You continue to retch into the bowl, when you feel a hand reaching out to pull the hair from your face, holding it behind you.

Danny.

His warm hand finds a place on your back and begins rubbing soothing motions up and down the length.

“You’re okay. Just get it out and you’ll feel better.” he says in a soft, sleepy voice.

You nod your head and sit there for a second to make sure you’re done. When nothing else comes you sit back onto your butt, and pull a towel from the bar above your head. Danny grabs it from you, standing up and running it under the warm water from the sink, before squatting down and handing it back to you.

As you wipe your mouth, he places his hands on your knees, which are now cold from the tile floor.

“Are you okay?” he asks, rubbing circles on the tops of your legs.

“No, I am horribly embarrassed.” you say. You go to stand up, and he grabs your arm pulling you up with him. That's when you notice that he is standing in front of you just in his boxers.

“Don’t be. The drinks were strong, you said it yourself.” he replies, his hand smoothing down the length of your arm.

“What time is it?” you ask.

He steps over to the counter and grabs his watch bringing it close to his face in the low light.

“4:34” he says, placing it back down.

“Wow, I am so sorry.” you say completely mortified.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I will leave you alone to clean up or do whatever. Then you can go back to sleep, and you’ll feel about a hundred times better in the morning.” he says, sliding back through the bathroom door. “I will be out here.”

You walk to the sink and splash cool water on your face, and in your mouth.

I cannot believe I just threw up in front of Daniel Wagner.

You grab the complimentary mouthwash from the counter and swish it around your mouth for a few minutes in lieu of a toothbrush.

That's as good as it's going to get, I guess.

You are feeling much better now, but you are extremely tired and can think of nothing else except slipping back into that bed.

As you reenter the room, you see Danny has pulled on a pair of sweatpants and is sitting on the couch, with his hands behind his head just passing the time until you came out of the bathroom.

When he sees you step out, he sits up and gives you a sympathetic smile.

“I don't know if you… if you want, I… put a clean t-shirt on the bed for you… I just figured you might feel…” he stammers.

“Thank you, I… I do. Although if you keep giving me all your clothes you’re going to have nothing to wear, soon.” you say playfully smiling.

Even in the dark, you can see his smile beaming back at you.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better. I’ll just… turn around or close my eyes or something.” he says laughing.

You hastily slide your skirt off and pull your top over your head. You unclasp your bra and pull his t-shirt over your body. You are instantly hit with the heady aroma of him wafting from his shirt, and you know you’ll be able to fall asleep quickly. You sit down on the edge of the bed and let him know that he is fine to open his eyes. He nervously does and turns to look at you.

“Perfect, are you more comfortable now?” he asks.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you….for not letting me drive… and for letting me stay here.” you stammer on.

“It took a little bit of convincing…” he says playfully.

“I’m sure…well anyways, thank you.” you smile at him.

“You’re welcome.” he says, laying back down and trying to get comfortable on the small couch.

You snuggle back into the fluffy blankets, and can't help but watch him toss and turn on the small couch failing to get comfortable.

You toss and turn yourself, a thousand thoughts running through your head. You watch the minutes on the clock tick by and you are pretty sure that neither you nor Danny is asleep. A deep sigh leaves your lips.

“What’s wrong, cherry? You still feel bad?” his sleepy voice calls out.

Cherry...

That part of the evening flashes back to you and a warmth creeps over your body.

“I’m not sure, maybe so. I just… would you…can you come lay with me?” you ask.

“Of course.” he says, standing up, and walking to the other side of the bed. You feel it dip down as he settles himself next to you, stretching out his legs and running a hand down the length of your back. Both of you letting out a contented sigh.

You turn over under the blankets to face him, and he turns his head to you. You both just stare at each other for a few seconds before he opens his arms up, signaling for you to come closer to him.

You inch closer, spinning in his arms to be the little spoon. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him, and you can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest against you. He is clearly feeling the same way you do. His head settles behind yours and you can feel his breath against your hair. After a few minutes, his body relaxes and you can tell he is falling asleep. You breathe in deeply the smell of him wrapped around you, and find your eyes shutting faster than anticipated lulling you into your own slumber.

The morning comes too soon, the sun pouring through the window and waking you up. Your head is pounding and you can tell that you’ll be feeling the effects of last night for the remainder of the day. You look to your left and see the Advil and water that Danny must have left out for you.

Danny. Where is he?

Noticing the light illuminating the strip of space under the bathroom door, you realize that he is still here. Moments later you hear the sink turning on and off and he comes out of the door. You sit up in the bed and try to tame the wild hair you have going on.

“Morning... How are you feeling?” he breaks the silence. You notice he stays near the door of the bathroom, keeping a generous distance from you.

“I’ve seen better days.” you laugh lightly. “Thank you for leaving me the meds and water, I needed that.”

He exhales in agreement and gives a half-hearted smile. He isn’t meeting your eyes and his demeanor is so different from the confident, sweet man you spent the night with.

Am I forgetting something that happened last night? He spent the night in bed with me, what changed?

Oh god. He’s probably so annoyed that he had to watch after me, I should never have had that last drink. I can’t believe I embarrassed myself in front of him like that.

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night. I know you didn’t sign up to take care of me, and I feel horrible for overdoing it. I’ll get my things and get out of your way, I’m sure you have a lot going on.” you say quickly. “Do you mind turning around so I can get dressed?”

“Oh, uh yeah. No problem.” his cheeks turn pink and he turns around towards the bathroom door.

I have to get out of here immediately.

You jump off the bed and put on your clothes from the night before at record speed. Grabbing your purse and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Okay, all good. Again, thanks for letting me stay last night, and I am so sorry for how the night ended. It's definitely not what I intended...” you move towards the door and grab onto the handle, looking back at him.

“No worries, I’m glad I could help.” his eyes meet yours and he offers a weak smile. “I’ll see you at the show in a few weeks then?”

After last night, I don’t know if I will ever show my face in front of him again…

“Yeah, see you then... Bye, Danny.” you say with a soft smile, turning your back to him and rushing out the door.

What the hell was that?

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*Slam dunks myself into ur inbox*

You got any tiger or bull hcs?

Also, are you willing to talk about ur cool au?

~ fan-mans

Ooo, a lovely ask to see, Fan-Mans! Well, lets start with the big one.. my 'cool au' (thank you!!!). Assuming you mean my interpretation of the wacky Punchout world, I can't reveal too much.. tension building and all, but I'd be delighted to share a little synopsis and drop a few important notes to build off. After a tragic event in 1998 that rocked the very core of the WVBA, things started to fall apart. Famous faces departed, shady deals were made, everything was emerging into a new dawn. With Mr Dream gaining ownership of the company from its original founders Phillip Margo and Terrence Lemming, a company named Sun Corp was intergrated into the WVBA behind the scenes, slowly replacing medical employees and other roles with their own. Sun Corp pledges to create a better world for boxing and revolutionise the sport, but they might have ulterior motives that need to be looked into.. The Sun Corp website provides a lot of information on the AU, and has a bunch of secrets to find that have some vital stuff if you haven't looked already. Looking now.. there's about 8 things to find! https://sun-corp.onepage.me/sluncekorporace If you have any other questions, maybe I'll let some info slip.. feel free to send in any more asks! And now I can get onto the purer stuff, headcanons! We'll share some Bull info first, shall we? - Bull doesn't have any personal pets, but has plenty of farm animals (and several bulls) back in Turkey that he gets along well with. - Bull has never even considered dating. As a child he wasn't interested, as an adult he's too closed off to try anything. He would need a lot of convincing to give anything a go. - Bull barely tolerates anybody.. except Soda. He finds Macho annoying, he finds Aran aggravating and he's just fine with Sandman, because he's quiet. - Bull has been involved in a cover up by the WVBA for something he did. - He's blind in one eye, he will not discuss it. - I've mentioned it before, but his actual name is Burak Binici! - Bull is admittedly terrified of being noticed. He hates large crowds, ironically, and that means he often gets overstimulated. As a coping mechanism, he hits his head to try and concentrate on that pain rather than what's going on around him.. it's not very healthy, but it does work. Whenever he goes out in public, whether it's alone or with friends, he'll usually cover up with a hoodie or a coat to make himself less noticeable. In a worse case scenario he'll even make those going out with him cover up so they don't draw any attention, like the one time he took Joe out to a restaurant and had him wear a fluffy coat the entire time until he passed out from heat exhaustion. It's definitely an issue for him, but he refuses to work on it because he refuses to talk about his issues. It just makes him frustrated.

And now some Tiger info! - Tiger owns a white tiger called Gahana. - Tiger is fine with everybody, except Don who he constantly argues with and the rest of the time just manages to tolerate. - Tiger is very interesting for scars. He has tons all over him, and it gives him a kind of tiger stripe pattern. They're a mix of accidental magic injuries (teleporting into dangerous spots, burning himself with fire, etc etc). But there's a scar along his palm that's from a blood pact he made with an old friend, who was convinced they could get some of Tiger's magic if they did one (which was completely untrue and just ruined the friendship). - His actual name is Zeeshan Kapoor!

#punch out wii #punchout #great tiger #bald bull #headcanons #i really loved making this post!#thanks fan mans! <3 #ask me more i love information!!! >:]

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I Burn for You, You Burn for Me (Steve Harrington)

Fictional boyfriends come and go, and I guess now it's Stevie's turn. Based off of Dermot Kennedy's new song Kiss Me, which is a phenomenal song, and everyone should go and listen to it.

Masterlist

Set after S4 Vol 1. Friends to lovers with a hefty dash of angst and hurt/comfort. Has this been done with Steve yet? Probably, but do I care? Not really because I love this fucking trope and no one will ever stop me from writing it.

Word count: 2.5K

Also, when did I start putting song lyrics at the beginning of every fic? Idk, it's who I am now I guess.

Enjoy!

Let this night invade my lungs, you're all I want to breathe Right beside the lake, I burn for you, you burn for me

So kiss me the way that you would If we died tonight

The ride home from the lake was quiet.

Too many exhausted bodies in the car and horrors replaying in the minds of you and your friends. No one wanted to speak, and it's not like Steve needed directions for where to drop everyone off anyway. The only words spoken were quiet goodbyes once he got to each house, the scared, tired voices of your friends breaking the silence at Nancy's house, then Robin's.

You had barely managed small hums of acknowledgement with each goodbye. The night had left you feeling broken, tears had threatened to fall since landing in the Upside Down and you feared that anything more would allow the floodgates to open. So, you stayed silent, tried to focus and keep your breathing regulated. Tried not to think about the pain from your inguries or the gash on Steve's stomach.

Steve drove right past your street and continued the drive on his own without even having to ask, he already knew where you wanted to go. His place was calm and empty; free of concerned parents asking too many questions neither of you could answer. You also really just wanted to be with Steve at this moment. He had always been your best friend, your safety net. Had been ever since you were both young and ignorant about what was going on underneath your town. Although he had been something more to you for quite some time now.

He didn't have to know that, though. He never said anything to make you think he thought of you as anything more, so you’d be damned if you’d be the one to bring it up and risk everything. You would just keep that little secret all to yourself even if it killed you.

You could feel his gaze on you as he pulled into his driveway. He was worried about you, that much was obvious. You had barely spoken a word since finding him under the water. Apart from screams of pain and a babbled, repeated mantra of "You're okay, you're okay" whispered into Steve's hair as you held him, you had been silent. Thinking. Replaying the awful scene in your head.

Steve flicked on the foyer light once you were both inside and the sudden brightness made you squint. The iridescent bulbs seemed too bright compared to the darkness you all had been shrouded in for hours. They stung your eyes, and you resented how they illuminated Steve's injuries. You were unable to ignore them in this harsh light or pretend that they didn’t exist. There were too many bite marks from those fucking creatures; too much dried blood and muck.

You turned your gaze away from him, but all that managed to accomplish was replace the current state of him with what you found in the Upside Down. You could still hear the sound the bats made as they clawed at his skin, still see them taking chunks out of him. Even worse, you could still feel the way your stomach sank as you saw him writhing, damn near dying in front of you.

Steve must have sensed your discomfort because he was at your side in an instant, wrapping strong arms around you and repeating your words from earlier in the night.

"It's alright, it's over for now," he said softly into your hair. “Hey, let’s go get washed up. It’ll make us feel better, yeah?” Even though all you wanted was to crash in his bed or into him, you were too tired to argue, so you agreed. The two of you went through the motions in silence, taking the stairs hand in hand, gathering towels and shampoo. Steve knew you didn't want to be alone so he gave your hand a final squeeze as he led you to his parent's bathroom, promising he'd be as quick as he could as he turned to go to his room.

Once in the bright bathroom, you turned the heat up on the water, shedding your filthy clothes and slowly standing under the hot spray, watching as swirls the color of rust flowed down the drain. The water scalded your skin and irritated your wounds but you scrubbed anyway, anything to get the feeling of that place off of your body. Your dirty fingernails scratched your scalp and you wished the memories of this awful night could be washed away as easily as the grime leaving your body.

They couldn't, and you knew that. It wasn't going to stop you from trying, though.

The truth was, the mental scars from the night would last far longer than the bite marks and rope burns that littered your arms, you face, your thigh. Steve being dragged under the water and his screams of anguish as those things bit at him were imprinted in your mind. Not to mention the sight of him being mauled in the Upside Down; the sight of what you thought was your best friend dying in front of you was sure to stay in the forefront of your mind. It was all you thought about in the car ride, all you could think about now in the hot steam of the shower.

Steve was here, and he was alive, but the feelings of despair and hopelessness still remained.

A loud knock on the bathroom door tore you out of your thoughts, no doubt Steve seeing if you were okay. You flicked the tap off, only to let Steve know that he didn't have any reason to worry.

Well, any more reason than he would normally have after a night like this.

"Hey, I left some clean clothes for you on the counter." Steve's voice broke through the silence that followed, "We should probably clean our cuts, too. No tellin' what those fuckers infected us with."

Your voice was scratchy as you yelled out an 'okay' and as you left the shower in reach of the clean clothes, you caught your reflection. It made you stop; you looked so much older than you actually were and you were sure that tonight's events didn't help your appearance. Not only did you look older but you felt older, in both your body and in your mind. Your group of friends had all gone through a lot; too much for your age, and it showed.

You shrugged the clothes on as quickly as your tired body would allow, knowing they were Steve's and that they'd bring you some semblance of peace. Just simple shorts and an old Hawkins High tee, but they smelled like his mom's laundry detergent and his cologne and shampoo.

They smelled like Steve, a safe place.

"You can come in, Steve," you called out while searching in his mother's bathroom closet for first aid supplies. When you finally found them Steve stepped into the bathroom, and the sight of him made you gasp. Dirt and blood no longer covered his injuries and his clean skin allowed them all to show on his skin. Angry pink and red bite marks on his arms, his chest. The awful mark on his neck from when he was choking. They made you sick.

If Steve noticed your staring he didn't say anything about it. He was too busy staring right back at you, guilt bubbling up in his chest because you were hurt because of him. Shaking his head after a beat, seemingly shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he grabbed the peroxide and cotton balls from you.

"Hop up on the counter, let's clean those bites," he ordered, voice low but soft.

"Steve, look at you. You need this way more than I do-"

"You really gonna argue with me on this? You're getting looked at first, Sweetness." You knew it was fruitless to argue with him when he was in his caretaker mode, so you did as he asked, your bones aching as you maneuvered yourself onto the vanity. This height gave you the perfect view of his face, his deep brown eyes. He was close, and you could smell mint toothpaste on his breath.

The closeness between you also allowed you to really study him as you had found yourself doing more and more lately. If you thought you had changed in the past few years, it was nothing compared to how Steve carried himself or treated those around him.

He was no longer 'King' Steve Harrington, resident asshole of Hawkins High. Somewhere between minimum wage jobs and losing fist fights and battling literal monsters, Steve had grown into a man. Sure, he was still Steve deep down, but he was once again the Steve you knew before he cared about popularity and his daddy's money. He cared about his friends more than how many notches he could get on his belt. Doing things by himself and for others was more important than skating by on his good looks and charisma. He was the Steve you fell for when you were both thirteen, before his shoulders got broader, his hair got better and he had his first kiss behind the school gym.

His expression was unreadable as his gaze fell from bite to bite on your face and arms. It was one you had seen him wear often around you but you could never figure out what he was thinking when he wore it. Sometimes it looked a lot like yearning; you were sure it mirrored the looks you saved for him, but you tried not to think about that too often. Thinking about it would only hurt your heart.

But before you could allow your mind to go there, he blinked whatever thoughts away and prepped some cotton balls for you.

"This is gonna sting," he whispered apologetically right before pressing it to your temple. The pain was instantaneous; a sharp sting that you felt right down to your bones and it made you hiss, your body tense. Steve grimaced as he moved from bite to bite, whispering apologies after every one and promised he’d be finished soon. His free hand flew to your knee to ground you, the warmth it offered spread throughout your tired body. It really wasn’t fair, this effect he’d always had on you.

"You really shouldn't have jumped in after me, y'know." He didn't sound angry as he tossed the used cotton into the trash, more like annoyed, worried. Scared and relieved all at the same time.

You still rolled your eyes, you’d expected this. "It's not like any one of us would have let you just stay under without going after you."

"It's just, you shouldn't have even been in the boat. I told you to stay behind with the kids."

"You really think I wasn't going to go with you?"

"You shouldn't have come with me," Steve sighed, rubbing at his face with his free hand. "All I'm saying is when you're there, keeping you safe is all I can think about. You scared the piss outta me tonight, I didn't think we were gonna make it out of that place. I just didn't want you to have to go through that again. Not ‘cause of me"

He had that look again; an almost pained expression as his eyes bore into yours and his grip on your knee tightened. The more you returned his gaze the harder you tried to decipher the way he was looking at you and the way he always looked at you.

In that moment, it felt a lot like the way you looked at him. It felt a lot like love.

A small part of your brain urged you to stop and think about your next words, but you were just so tired from the events of the night and tired of pretending that you weren't in love with your best friend. Tired of the 'what ifs' and 'will we evers'.

"Steve, you know what I was thinking after you got dragged under the water?" He kept silent, awaiting your answer. "All I could think about was that you were alone, and scared, and I thought you were dying. What would I have done if that was the final time I'd ever get to see you? I didn't even have to think about following you."

You took a breath before continuing, "I just did it because you're my best friend and I love you. I jumped in and fought next to you because I love you. I don't know when my feelings turned into something more, and I tried to deny them for so long, but I just can't." You finished, quickly before your nerves caught up to you.

He stayed silent for a second, shock and surprise enveloping his features. Apart from that he was impossible to read and for those first few seconds you waited with bated breath, worried that you'd just fucked everything up. But then his hands flew to your face, cupping your jaw in a way that was way too loving to be platonic.

"You love me?" He breathed out, searching your face for any hint of trickery he could see. Of course, he found none. All he managed to find was flushed cheeks, wide, hopeful eyes and love. And you had never seen him look so relieved, so content.

All you could offer him was a nod. You felt frozen; still terrified because Steve was your best friend and even though you had fought monsters together just hours prior, this is what scared you the most. The uncertainty, the fear that you'd learn he didn't love you in that way, that you would lose him because of this. But suddenly he was closing the gap between you, the smell of mint and his shampoo enveloping you and then Steve slowly, teasingly, pressed his lips to yours.

It was a desperate kiss, an, 'Oh God we almost missed out on this' sort of kiss that made your toes curl and your heart swell in your chest. Steve pulled away, pressing one, two, three more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he sighed, smile wide, looking as though you'd just given him the fucking world.

He kissed you again, then again, until you were both breathless and smiling more than kissing because you were both so full of love for eachother. In those few moments of bliss, the two of you didn’t think about the other world under your town or what was to come, only what was right in front of you.

The world didn't seem so dark and scary then.

"And in case it wasn't obvious, I'm in love with you, too."

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