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My toxic trait is thinking if I met anyone famous that I am a big fan of, that I could hold a conversation and be Totally Normal and not freak out at all
#personal#the current delulu is#stray kids#idk what happened#bc i wasnt really into k-pop before#like just heard what had gotten really popular in the US and played on the radio#but somehow a while ago i saw a SKZ vid#and slowly I fell deeper down the rabbit hole#and the hyper is fixating if ya know what i mean#not me day dreaming at work that if I ever met even one of these men I could have a coherent conversation with them#im too cringe for that#actually! example!#i was going to a concert for my fave band & we went to a restaurant across the street from the venue bc we got there early to do so#as we were leaving we saw the bassist for said band#and i panicked and stopped and said “Hi!” as we passed#and he was rightfully confused but said hi back#and i LEFT
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Poly!plastics x weird kid!reader
Reader is known as the “weird” kid at school hangs with Janis and Damian, super duper quiet, skateboards, has piercings always wearing headphones but somehow is dating the plastics, this is what the whole school is wondering, but in reality, reader is just an average person ain't nothing special about them (well that meets the eye) and somehow has the plastics following them like lost puppies
Idiot, I Said Don't Fall
|| poly!plastics x weird kid!nonbinary!reader
|| Warnings; Regina teasing reader/being a little mean, light swearing, brief mentions of bullying, short drabble
|| Summary; when reader skates in the parking lot, their girlfriends find them. Regina can't resist the urge to be a tease.
Requests open!
Started; November 9th
Finished; November 9th
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Everyone always wondered how you got with the plastics, hell even you wondered. You weren't popular by any means, you fit pretty well into the weird kids category. Hanging out with Janis and Damian. Who were basically your best friends besides your girlfriends. Because nobody else wanted to be with the weird, skater, piercings, quiet kid. Even after you were dating the plastics people stayed away from you. Actually, you were sure they stayed away from you more than before. Specifically because Regina George was one of your girlfriends. And they really didn't want to cross her. At least that stopped the bullying, though. So you didn't really mind. Plus, you still had Janis and Damian.
It was lunch one day and you were out in the parking lot, headphones on and practicing skate tricks. With your absolute favourite board. Honestly, this thing may as well have been your child. It went everywhere with you. To classes, extracurricular activities, you name it it was there. It wasn't hard to move around either, you had one of those school bags with skateboard straps on the front of the bag. So that's where you'd put it.
The plastics have been looking around for you, wondering where you could have gotten. You weren't always the easiest to find. Never really sticking to the same spots. You liked to hang out in new places. Give yourself different sceneries. Eventually they found you in the parking lot, with Regina leading the gang. Arms folded across her chest and eyebrow raised as she watched you whril around on your skateboard.
"Don't fall!" She called out with a smirk, knowing exactly what she was doing. The moment you heard her you were startled out of your trick, completely fumbling and landing on the ground. Skateboard rolling away from you and headphones falling from your head. Regina held back a laugh as she walked over and helped you up," idiot, I said don't fall."
"You jinxed me." You huffed, mumbling quietly. Regina's gotten used to your mumblings, so she knew what you said as she helped you to your feet. While you picked up your headphones. Karen ran after your board. Getting it for you and returning it to your hands, kissing your cheek. "Thanks, Kare.."
Gretchen caught up and brushed her hands on your outfit, cleaning you up a bit. "Are you okay?" She asked and when you nodded, she relaxed and looked at Regina. "That was mean."
"What? All I did was tell them not to fall." Regina played innocent, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist," c'mon, dummy. Let's go get some lunch."
You nodded again, being a person of few words as you followed your girls into the school.
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Scenario: Reader is very popular with the boys and girls at forks high because he's even more beautiful than Rosalie and actually talks to people. It's Friday afternoon during lunch and all the Cullens (except reader) are at their table and see’s some random human confess to reader. Reader plays along to piss off Jasper because he didn't let him do whatever (you can pick what it was). Jasper gets jealous and pissed so he calls Carlisle and tells him to not come home until a while. He takes reader home and punishes him.
THIS ISNT MY RQ IT CAME FROM SUM1 ELSE BUT THE CREATOR DIDNT WRITE FOR TWILIGHT!
hi anon,
thanks for the ask! this will be more of a drabble, i haven't written smut in a while... but! i've been loving writing the past few days!! also, i'm not very good with sub!reader, so please forgive me if it's a tad awkward, i'm trying >-<
also, quick note, if all of you wouldn't mind reading this post, that would be lovely! just a little message (including a thing about kinktober ;D) so it would mean a lot if you would take a peek at it! thank you darlings x.
you are loved, ๏siris ☾ ⋆・゚:⋆・
— you really got me
☾ pairing: jasper hale x male!reader ☾ summary: "little brat." or jasper doesn't like when you flirt with others, even if it's "just a joke." ☾ warnings: 2nd person (you), smut, porn and not a lot of plot, dom!jasper, bratty sub!reader, reader is a bit of a masochist for sure, jasper calls reader "pretty", edging, a bit of slapping (in a sexy way i promise), ruined orgasm, aftercare ofc, not proofread. ☾ w๏rd c๏unt: 872
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To put it lightly, Jasper was pissed.
You two had gotten into a ridiculous argument about a book you had been reading on the Civil War. You had tried to tell Jasper that it was labelled "historical fiction" for a reason, but he wouldn't budge.
So, you weren't really talking to each other at the moment.
You had been enjoying your lunch, deciding to sit with Bella and her friends, because why not? They were nice people, as much as you were encouraged to stay away from them. Suddenly, Jessica chirped into your conversation.
"So... Do you have any plans this weekend?" You knew she meant it in a bit of a flirty way, but you were still mad at Jasper, so you gave in.
"No, I don't think I do." You replied sweetly, your voice dripping with a honey-like tone.
Jasper and his very good hearing did not like that.
When you arrived home that day, the house was empty. None of your vampiric 'siblings', no Carlisle, no Esme. You were confused until you heard a venomous voice behind you.
"So... going out with Jessica this weekend?" Jasper spat.
"It was a joke, Jas, learn to take one." You responded cheekily.
"Little brat." You wouldn't admit it, of course, but you were starting to get a bit excited. Jasper easily picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You playfully struggled in his grasp, both of you knowing that it didn't matter; you were obviously going to let him do whatever he wanted. You just liked messing with him.
He tossed you onto the bed that he didn't need, straddling you and ravenously attacking your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh that would've left marks, had you any blood to bruise in the first place.
You whined as he ripped himself off of you, slipping your shirt over your head in one swift motion. Then his shirt was off. All of the sudden, he was toying with the button of your jeans.
"W-Why'd you stop?" You asked breathlessly.
"You know what I'm gonna do to you, right?" Jasper smirked. Of course you did.
"Yeah... will you hurry it up?" Why not push his buttons just a bit more? It was fun.
He pulled your pants and underwear down at a painstakingly slow pace, your already hard cock springing out. Jasper laughed.
"I haven't even done anything, pretty" He mumbled in that lovely southern drawl.
Without warning, he gripped the base of your cock and squeezed a bit, making you gasp. He relished in the noise and leaned forward to use his spit as lube. You held the bedsheets in your strong hands as he began to stroke you excruciatingly slowly.
"Come on, what's the hold up, Jas?" You huffed out, already bothered with what you knew was a punishment of sorts.
Jasper took that as a challenge. Out of nowhere, his hand began to move rapidly against your length, pulling gasps from you and making you squirm.
He refused to relent until those fateful words slipped from your mouth.
"Jas, Jasper... I'm gonna cum-" And his hand went still. You lolled your head back and let out a groan. Of course. You wouldn't get away that easily.
And when you finally felt half-yourself again. He just started back up. Your lungs began to burn as you writhed underneath him, letting out strangled moans as he abused your cock.
Again, you felt yourself close to your peak. "Please, please," You began to beg slightly. "Let me cum."
Nope. His hand was fully off of your dick this time; you tried to close your legs, searching for any sort of friction, but he forced them open, slapping the inside of your thigh harshly, drawing another moan and a smile from you. He knew you were liking this, of course you were.
This continued for a while. You would beg him to let you cum, and he would only pull his hand off of your aching length.
Finally, the half-hour mark hit and he decided he would be nice.
The next time you piped up with a "Please, please, Jas, baby, let me cum, please..." Your voice was hoarse and rough; yet you still asked with a small smile on your face.
"Okay, pretty. Cum." He commanded. It didn't take much else for you to reach your high, but the second your seed spilled from your cock, he pulled his hand off again, leaving you with nothing to guide you through your high. You bucked into the air a few times, crying out for any sense of relief, but he just smiled as he watched you toss and turn.
When you finally came down from your ruined euphoria, Jasper left the room for a moment, leaving you heaving and half-dazed. But he returned with a washcloth, cleaning up your now sensitive dick.
"Fuck." You sighed. "That was good, actually."
Jasper let out a hearty chuckle at your words. "You find anything good." He shook his head slightly.
"So do you forgive me now?" You smiled, still a bit dopey.
Jasper smiled. "Yes, pretty. I do." That pretty drawl could put you to sleep. You were just happy it all worked out.
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damn, i'll be honest, i wasn't expecting that to be as easy to write as it was... again, quite drabbly, but i know a lot of people like shorter reads, so i hope this is alright :)
#fanfic#x reader#lgbtq#gay fanfiction#twilight#the twilight saga#jasper hale#jasper hale x reader#jasper hale x male reader#jasper whitlock#jasper whitlock x reader#jasper cullen#jasper cullen x reader#x male reader#ask response#๏siris' writings 🪶
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At His Mercy
Mr. Reed (Heretic) x fem reader
You’re a PhD theology student wasting time at religious convention, bored out of your mind until you meet a charismatic older man who shares your interest in religion and blasphemy.
Warnings: p in v sex, religious trauma, age gap (reader is of age, nearly 30), degradation, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, wax play, religion used in an erotic way
(I have never written fanfic in my LIFE that’s how down bad I am for this man, forgive me if this is a mess lol)
You walked up to the mediocre coffee station for the third time that morning, preparing to stay awake through another dull lecture. It was day two of the Colorado Theology Conference and you had lost patience halfway through day one. You had hoped for more academic and agnostic speakers, but so far you’d heard nothing but actual Christian pastors and priests rambling on about the state of modern religion. For Christ sakes the keynote speaker was a goddamn prosperity preacher! You had to stay as long as could to please the big wigs at the university, each program had to send a PhD candidate for “professional development” and this was all they could find for religious studies. Lucky you.
As you poured the burnt coffee into your already stained styrofoam cup you glanced around the table trying to spot the little creamer cups to no avail. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You said under your breath, clearly louder than intended. “Well there’s always sugar!” You whipped your head to the direction of the voice, fearing youd get scolded by some pastor for daring to curse. The voice, a posh British accent that felt out of place in this cursed convention center, belonged to a middle aged man. He had a kind smile that reached his blue eyes effortlessly. He produced three small sugar packets and handed them to you. “I wish I could drink it black but I can’t handle the bitterness.” He chuckled as you mixed the packets into your cup. You smiled back at him and squinted to read his name tag, delighted that pastor was missing from his name. “Thank you Mr. Reed, I’m just glad to see a man that’s not a preacher in this room.”
His eyes traveled across your body and you almost called him out but he spoke before you could say anything. “I take it you’re not a woman of the cloth yourself, I hate to judge a book by its cover but I doubt many Christian churches would want that on display.” He pointed to the tattoo on your sternum. You giggled and relaxed, realizing he hadn’t been in ogling you, he’d simply been looking at your tattoo. He was the first person this weekend to look at it and smile, most had sneered at you once they realized what it depicted, not that any of them really knew beyond thinking it was a demon. “I know it’s not a good look for an old man like myself to be staring at a young ladies chest, but indulge me” his posh voice lowered with the last words and you felt yourself growing unexpectedly warm. “That fellow there” he said point towards collarbone “is Asmodeus, yes?” You looked up at him, realizing how handsome he really was up close. He had a classic attractiveness to him that no doubt made him popular when he was younger, but there was a bookish innocence to him even at his older age that drew you in. His instant recognition of the demon on your chest must’ve made you visibly light up because he beamed a smile right back at you. “You’re the first person to actually know who he is this entire weekend! I’ve gotten lots of comments but I’m sure you can imagine they were less than kind based on the crowd we have here.” He raised his eyebrows and nodded, enthusiastically agreeing with you about the overly zealous convention goers.
Relieved to have met someone with a more academic background you blurted out “I’m Y/N! Please sit with me during the next lecture? I think I’ll die if I’m stuck sitting between anymore church moms or worship leaders.” He smiled again, making the crows feet surrounding his blue eyes wrinkle up. “Absolutely Y/N, but only if we can sit in the back and whisper nasty jokes about whatever nonsense is being said on stage.” You laughed, a genuine laugh, and began walking towards the ballroom where the next lecture was taking place.
“So what brings you here Mr. Reed? You must be an academic if you’re not a Bible thumper like all these people. Forgive me for judging a book by its cover as well, but you must be a professor?” He certainly looked like one with autumnal colored cardigan, grey slacks and large clear rimmed glasses. “Oh goodness no, you flatter me! I’m just an old man with an interest in religion. I’ve been studying it for decades at this point. I’ve been to quite a few of these things, but usually they’re filled with academics not religious nuts. I think this one was advertised a bit incorrectly. I’m guessing you’re on your way to being a professor though?” He quiered back at you. “Yes, I’m getting my PhD in religious studies. I’ve been into religion as long as I can remember as well, I guess not as long as you. Oh god sorry that was rude!” You blushed a bright red realizing you’d called Mr. Reed old. He simply laughed and said “Darling don’t apologize for having eyes, I’ve clearly got a few decades on you! You must be what? 30 at most?” The blush from early only deepened at the pet name. Attempting to gain composure you coughed and replied “30 in April!” “Trust me, I’m ancient history compared to you.”
The two of you settled into the back row of the ballroom and you nodded toward the speaker, a Baptist minister who looked like he’d been alive during the crucifixion. You lowered your voice to a whisper “well not as ancient as HIM.” Mr. Reed stifled his laughter, a challenge you both attempted and mostly failed as you whispered back and forth for the next hour.
After the lecture the two of you slinked out the back worried you’d get a talking to for being too loud during the lecture. You looked at the paper schedule from your pocket and sighed “the damn keynote is next. I don’t think I can handle that grifter.” Mr. Reed grimaced in agreement. He looked down at his watch and then up at you. “Would you allow me to take you lunch darling?” There was the pet name again and with it came a flush in your cheeks. You chewed your lip, deliberating it. You were supposed to sit through the scheduled lectures and bring back notes for your thesis team, a way to prove the university’s investment in professional development wasn’t wasted even though it most certainly was in this instance. You looked up at Mr. Reed, studying his expression. You wanted to know more about this mysterious religious enthusiast full of dirty jokes who got excited by demons. Surely he had stories that would be more impactful than that prosperity preacher! You lied to yourself saying it was purely academic when in reality the heat pooling in your stomach was getting hard to ignore. You’d always fancied older men, but until now it was always talk. Always a day dream. Here was a handsome older gentleman who had a lot in common with you who was seemingly flirting without being creepy. You couldn’t let this chance pass. “It would be my pleasure! Let’s get out of here.” Your new companion’s face lit up and he guided you out the door of the convention hall. “Don’t laugh at how cliche this is, but there’s a rather good English pub down the road how does that sound?” You tightened your scarf around your face and nodded, a slight giggle escaping at that suggestion coming from the posh accent.
After a couple of blocks you’d reached your destination and settled into a booth at the back of the dark, cozy pub. “Can I ask a personal question that may be slightly uncomfortable?” Mr. Reed posited. You were becoming slightly infatuated and really had nothing to lose at this point. “I’m an open book, ask away!” “What is your reasoning for getting our good friend asmodeus etched upon your lovely collarbone? I know you’re far too smart for the standard answer of “he looks neat.”” You knew this would be coming the second he had recognized the demon on your chest. If you were going here, you wanted to play with him a little. “Well Mr. Reed, I can answer that, but first I need you to tell me what you know about Asmodeus.” Your older companion smiled at you dangerously and began, “Well, he’s present in all the abrahamic religions, usually as a demon king. He’s closely associated with the Angel Raphael. And, forgive me for being so crass, I hope this last reason may have motivated your tattoo: in the late Middle Ages the Malleus Maleficarum posited that he was the demon of lust.” His final word went straight to your core. You were almost dizzy from the rush of endorphins hitting you, sure it was hot that was boldly and blatantly flirting with you, but his knowledge of all the things that interested you the most may have been even sexier to you. You smiled coyly. “It’s your lucky day then Mr. Reed. His association with lust was absolutely the motivating factor.” He grinned at you and gave a look suggesting he wanted you to elaborate. “I was raised Catholic. My parents were all about it, we were constantly volunteering at the church. So at one point in high school me and this friend, Gabe, are put in charge of cleaning out the sensors. One day I walk in and see the parish priest trying to put a move on Gabe and I put myself between them. I tell the creep I’m running straight to the diocese and to my parents to get his ass fired. Well by the time I get home my mother is SCREAMING at me calling me a whore of Babylon, a jezebel. My father won’t look me in the eye. Turns out the creep priest had called my house and told my mom he caught me and Gabe fornicating in the church office and that Gabe told him I let all the other high school altar boys take turns with me. Obviously none of it was true, I was a virgin and Gabe was in the closet, which father creep knew and probably used to get Gabe to fall into line with his story. For the rest of high school I was the Catholic school slut and that came with all the cat calling and groping you can imagine. You’d think that would break my spirits when it came to religion, but it had been with me so long I couldn’t let it go. I didn’t believe the way my family did, but the stories, the imagery it all meant so much to me. So I fuck off at 18 and go to college in a different state for theology. Turns out I’m good at it. I graduate with honors. I get into a top choice masters program. I graduate from that program with honors. I know I’m hot shit and I feel like I’m hot shit and that I’ve come a long long way from being the Catholic school slut so I find the perfect image of Asmodeus and get him smack dab in the middle of my slut chest. Because he’s more than lust, he’s power, he’s danger. It’s a shame though, I spent so much time with my head in a book I never got to live up to my alleged Catholic slut persona.”
The second you finish your story your confidence falters and you feel your cheeks flush. You cannot believe you just shared all that with this man you’ve only known for a few hours. Mr. Reed broke the silence by quietly saying “You’re extraordinary.” You could tell he was being sincere and it made your heart beat faster. If he kept this up your old reputation may come true. “Well now you know my edgy religious trauma backstory, let’s hear yours!” He chuckled. “Well I can’t say I was ever accused of being the town harlot, though I don’t think I’d fit that part visually anyway.” You rolled your eyes at him, sick of his subtle self deprecation. He had to know he was handsome. Sure, he was old enough to be your father, but his age suited his features. The lines around his mouth and eyes came to life when he smiled. His greying hair was touseled in that messily attractive sort of way. The large glasses that sat in his face added to the sexy professor vibe he gave off. “Honestly I’ve got no tragic backstory. I’ve just craved the connection to a higher power since as long as I can remember. I wasn’t raised religious so as soon as I could read I started searching for the one true god. There’s so many religions is exhausting. Each of them have their own special qualities, but there was always something that let me down. I learned literally as much as I could. I’ve collected so many books and artifacts that my house looks like a damned theology museum. Then I found it. After my years and years and years of searching. I found the one true religion, the one true god.” He said those final words very seriously which contrasted greatly with his general quirky demeanor. You let out a little gasp. “So you’re not agnostic or an atheist then? I just assumed the way we were talking with each other you were agnostic like me!” “I was the picture of agnosticism for many many years. I don’t know what my discovery makes me. There’s no way to describe it.” Ok, now you were a little nervous. Was the handsome academic before you secretly a cult freak? He clearly sensed your discomfort and lightened the mood. “Enough of that though, you’re not some religious nut who needs to be convinced. I respect a solid agnostic. It’s good to be open to anything.” You smiled back at him, feeling just a bit more at ease.
You continued to chat about yourselves and various religious facts and oddities as you ate. Eventually you exited the restaurant and realized how long you’d been lost in conversation. The sun had begun to set and you weren’t quite ready to leave your new companion. His assertion of knowing the one true religion wouldn’t leave your mind. An old building across the road caught your eye. You looked over to Mr. Reed, his nose starting to flush pink with the cold. “Humor me?” You said as you stuck your gloved hand out to him. He smiled and placed his much larger hand in yours. You pulled him across the road and into the old stone building, a rundown yet still beautiful Catholic Church.
Despite your distaste for your family and your upbringing, you always felt a warmth and a comfort inside a Catholic Church. This one was small, but still had all the hallmarks of a cathedral: stained glass, wooden carvings of the stations of the cross, a giant crucifix of Christ in all his gory glory dead center of the aisle. You always found that there was a certain blasphemous sensuality in the depictions of Christ. Maybe you weren’t beating the Catholic slut allegations after all.
As you guided Mr. Reed into the church you paused to anoint yourself with holy water, old habits die hard after all. He skipped the water but followed you as you trailed around the church, your eyes on the architecture and decor, his eyes never leaving you. You finally settled into a few towards the front near the donation candles. The two of you were the only occupants and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment. Eyes still closed, you rested your hand on his and whispered “Thank you for seeing me. Nobody has ever seen me the way that you have.” You were met with silence, but his larger hand covered yours. After a continued moment of silence you opened your eyes and turned to him. “Please. What is this one true religion you believe so much in? I have to know. I can’t fathom parting ways and never knowing.” He looked at you very seriously. “Are you sure you want to know?” “Please.” You whispered desperately. “Ok, then close your eyes again.” He said in a hushed tone. You did as you were told and you felt him brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his lips graze your ear and whispered “Control.”
Your entire body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. You squeezed the hand that still remained in your grasp and your eyes fluttered open. His gaze was hungry. You stared directly at him and said, louder than any of your previous conversation in the church, “Mr. Reed I think I’d like you to take me to see that theology museum you mentioned earlier.” “Of course darling.” In stark contrast to the way you had lazily lead him by his hand into the church, he quickly lead you out with his hand pressed firmly onto the small of your back. The old woman working the volunteer desk shot the two of you a puzzled look, she had no doubt assumed you were father and daughter until she saw the way his hand rested just above your ass.
He whisked you back to the convention hall parking lot and opened his car door for you, ever the gentleman. He had asked if you’d driven to the convention and if you wanted to drive separate, but you had ubered from your modest student housing. The two of you continued to make conversation as you had all evening, Mr. Reed even mentioning specific artifacts he would show you when you arrived at his house. Despite this the sexual tension was thick and heavy in his small sedan. A small part of you was screaming to yourself that this was insane and reckless, going to a second location with a man you just met today. But you had secretly wanted your day to end this way nearly the second you met him. His course whisper of the word control had sent you over the edge. All you do is think and decide and it gets so fucking exhausting. The idea of turning yourself over to him to do with you as he liked was just too good to pass up.
He pulled up to his house and opened up the car door, leading you into his house. You couldn’t help but smile as you walked in. It was adorable. It had the soft welcoming quality of a grandparents house. You wouldn’t dare say this aloud for fear of making him self conscious about his age. “Oh Mr. Reed your house is lovely! It’s so cozy!” You exclaimed. He smiled at you and then noticed you were shivering. “Cup of tea to warm you through?” He asked. You nodded and he disappeared into the kitchen. You settled onto a couch and before long he returned with two cups of tea. As he handed you yours his fingers brushed your hand for an extended moment and it sent shocks through you. Much to your embarrassment he noticed and winked. You drank your tea and continued to talk aimlessly until finally he said “Would you like to see some of my collection?” You nodded enthusiastically. Sure, “seeing his theology museum” was a ploy for him to take you home and fuck you senseless, but you also were dying to see his collection and he knew it.
He grabbed your hand and guided you down a dimly lit hallway into a large office. It was chock full of books, artifacts and paintings. You could’ve lost hours in here. He had things from just about every religion you’d ever heard of, there were probably a ton that you had no clue about. He let you wander around for a moment then retreated into a corner, returning with an intricate crucifix. “I think you’ll love this one, I saw how you looked at the one at the church.” He handed it over to you and you brought it close to your face to inspect the detailed paint job. It was a wooden carving, probably late medieval or early northern renaissance. The paint had faded, but the details of Christ’s wounds still shone a bright red. You rubbed your finger absentmindedly up the naked torso of the figurine and you felt Mr. Reed’s breath on your neck. “I watched you look upon the lord in that church and could tell your thoughts weren’t so holy. Is that your grand rebellion against your upbringing? Fantasizing about fucking Jesus?” You whipped around and faced him, your lips nearly touching. His pale eyes bore into you and for the first time this evening you were genuinely speechless. That serious, almost scathing tone from back at the church had returned. “How many times have you sat up late at night and touched yourself looking at him while you study? Do your droll professors know you’re soaking through your panties when they’re running through their slides?” Your face had to be deep red at this point and he was clearly relishing in your embarrassment. “When was the last time you got fucked y/n?” You looked away from him and that was all the answer he needed. “At what point today did you start imagining me fucking you?” He asked smugly. You thought back, trying to pinpoint the exact moment your thoughts turned to sin. “When you pointed out my tattoo. I thought you were checking me out, but realized you were genuinely curious about the tattoo. You knew what he was.” His eyebrow raised, seemingly pleased and shocked at your answer. “I thought you were handsome from the moment you handed me the sugar packets, I have eyes after all, but your intelligence is what sent a fire through me.”
You felt brave and brought your hands up to his hair, rifling your fingers through his soft greying locks. He closed his eyes and hummed an approval. After you broke the seal by touching him, he finally placed his hands around your waist and pulled you towards him, your chests flushed against each other. Your lips were barely grazing when he whispered
“Behold, you are beautiful, my love;
behold, you are beautiful;
your eyes are doves.”
Who was this man? One second he’s degrading you, the next he’s holding you tenderly quoting the Song of Solomon.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he broke the small gap and kissed you. It was a a chaste kiss, perhaps revealing he simply talked a big game and he himself hadn’t had a lover in some time. That was fine by you, there was something alluring about breaking him in. You went in for another kiss, hotter and heavier than his, your hands gripping his scalp, a moan building in the back of your throat. You broke the kiss and began placing kisses across his face and neck, settling in to craft a hickey on his right side. You left his neck with a pop, satisfied by the red mark left behind. You whispered into his ear “and when was the last time you fucked, Mr. Reed?” He brought his hands up to your face, pulling it to look him in the eye. “I must confess darling it’s been quite a minute. Once you reach my age the options slim out. I’m also not one to just stick my cock in whatever makes itself available. You, my dear, are special. And if you’ll let me, I can show you that while it may have been awhile for me, I promise you I’m not out of practice.” You answered him with another kiss. He smiled and released you, causing you to frown at the lack of contact.
“Give me just one second!” He called back to you as he began running around his office. He began putting together what you could only describe as a nest in the middle of the floor laying blankets and pillows around. He grabbed your hand and guided you to the floor. “Now darling, will you let me show you how a man treats a lady? I doubt those piddly little boys you’ve messed around with had a clue how to make your body sing.” His words went straight to your core. The idea of an age gap alone always turned you on, the allure of an experienced, tender older man who knew how to treat a lady. You let him lay you down and said “I’m at your mercy now Mr. Reed.”
He lay next to you and resumed kissing you passionately. As he slipped his tongue into your mouth he began slipping his hand under your sweater. “What a good Catholic slut you are!” He mused, pinching one of your nipples. You rarely ever wore a bra, especially under your thick winter sweaters. You let out a soft moan in response. He massaged your breast further and you stifled another moan. “Darling it’s just us, you can do better than that. “O come, let us sing to the LORD; let us make a joyful noise”” He tweaked your nipple at the end of the quote and you moaned deeply, both at the stimulation and the persevere use of a psalm. He pulled your sweater off leaving your chest bare, the cold air hardening your nipples. He wasted no time taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking while he stimulated the other with his hand. It was all going straight to your core, you needed him to touch you where it mattered.
“Please” you huffed out. He brought his face close to yours and asked “Please what? You’re a big girl use your words.” Your face flushed, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment. You were never one to talk dirty or ask for specifics when you had sex, you always worried it would kill the mood. Deep down you knew this was part of the turn on for him though so you managed to sputter out “Please play with my pussy. I need it, I need it so bad it hurts.” He places a kiss on your forehead and replied “what a good girl using her words. How I could I ever deny you.” Despite the slight condescending tone, the use of “good girl” made you moan. He would remember this.
He brought his hand down to your jeans and rubbed through the thick material. It did practically nothing and you knew this was just another ploy for you to beg him using your words. “Mr. Reed please please touch me bare, please I need your fingers.” He smiled and began sliding your jeans off. He chuckled when he got to your underwear. “Listen I didn’t imagine I’d be getting lucky at the religious convention!” You squeaked out hiding your face. You’d absentmindedly thrown on a pair of boy short style underwear patterned with French fries. “Is it too forward to say suddenly I’m craving a McDonald’s?” You playfully kicked his leg and you both chuckled. “I would never allow a poor old man to starve.” You replied faux dramatically.
As he went to pull down your underwear he exclaimed “my god, am I this powerful? These are sopping wet.” It was true, he’d been turning you on for hours at this point and by the time you’d made it back to his little chapel your underwear was so wet it almost felt like you’d had an accident. “Then do something about it!” You huffed. He pulled the garment down your legs and you were finally laid bare before him. You had no clothes on and he had everything still on, down to the grandpa cardigan. Laid out in his office decorated like a church you felt like a sacrifice. That only turned you on more.
He pulled your legs apart as wide as they could go and gazed up your sex. Despite his academic cool guy demeanor, you were really beginning to see just how turned on he was. His face was flushed, his hands trembled slightly as they gripped your thighs. His erection was straining through his trousers, clearly large enough for you to have plenty of fun with later. He moved his hands from your thighs to your vulva and spread you open, sighing lustfully as he did. He took an index finger and rimmed it around your entrance, gathering your juices before bringing his finger in lazy circles around your clit. You moaned, a deep guttural moan. You were too caught up in the ecstasy of finally being touched to see just how much this affected him. He continued to slowly stroke you while he brought his lips back to your nipple, sucking and nibbling. The dual stimulation was heavenly. He brought his lips to your ear and whispered “Darling may I taste you?” You moaned at the thought and then, in a moment of theological clarity, caressed his cheek and replied “My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies.” He seemed just as turned on by religious quotation as you, his eyes widened before he slunk back down to your pussy, spreading it wide before feasting upon you.
He took an experimental lick from your entrance to your clit and you cried out. Clearly amused by your reaction, he focused on your clit, alternating between licking and sucking in a painfully slow fashion. You were moaning in a way you would’ve considered deeply embarrassing had you had the clarity to hear yourself: a high pitched whiny squeal that sounded like something out of a porno. This entire scenario, the dashing older man eating out the young bookish girl, was straight out of a porn so perhaps your wailing was fitting.
As you felt your climax build, he cruelly pulled away. “Noooo don’t stop please!” You whined, lightly kicking his arm. He looked up at you and you found that his gaze had shifted back to the confident, predatory one you’d seen at the actual church. He climbed up your body until you were face to face and he held your chin in a strong grasp. “Are you going to be a good girl? Because only good girls get to cum.” You nodded frantically. “You said earlier you were at my mercy, I’m going to put that to the test now. If you disobey me I’ll leave you crying on the floor with no release and no chance at getting my cock.” Your eyes widened, what on earth did he mean with his test? Your mind was too clouded with lust to question anything. You needed him. “Anything Mr. Reed I’ll do anything you want. I’m your good girl please let me show you.” He chuckled at your desperation. “Wait right here then my good girl, I need to grab some things. Something from me and something from you.”
He left you laying on the floor wondering what he could possibly mean by something from you. After what felt like ages he returned. In his hands he held an ornate candlestick with the Virgin Mary carved into the side. A deep red candle was affixed to the top. “This” he said setting the candle on the ground “is from me.” He rifled into his cardigan pocket for something. “And this is from you. I think most people would say good girls don’t carry this in their purse, but I would wager I’m not most people.” He produced a small black rubber ball with a small hole at the top. You stared at in, confused, and then realization set in. It was a vibrator. You had gone out to lunch with your roommate from undergrad a week ago and she had given it to you as a joke, calling it your date for Valentine’s Day. She’d been married with kids for 5 years at this point and constantly nagged at you to settle down so the vibrator was par for the course, a usual humiliation from her. At the time you’d rolled your eyes at her and thrown it in your bag forgetting about it. Your companion must have rifled through your belongings when you got up to use the bathroom at the restaurant. He sat down on the floor and motioned for you to come to him. “Lay against me pet.” He said patting his chest. You backed into him, your ass against his straining erection and your head leaning back onto his shoulder. It was almost too intimate a position for a one night stand. If that’s all this was.
“Here is what’s going to happen. I am going to take this candle, light it, and drip its wax down your delectable body. While I’m doing that I will be holding this vibrator firmly against your clit. Now I know I’m not some big muscle freak, but I am certainly strong enough to hold you down and I will do so. You will not cum until I give you permission. If you agree to this right now I will not listen to any pleas of stop or no, but I know that you won’t dare even utter those words.” Your heart was racing and you felt yourself grow even wetter, something you didn’t think was possible at this point. Earlier when you’d mentally imagined fucking your new friend you’d imagined he would kiss you and fondle your breast a little before fucking you in missionary. You’d never anticipated wax play and edging from an aging British amateur theologian.
“I told you Mr. Reed. I’m at your mercy.” You huffed out, snuggling your head into his neck as if to prove how serious you were about staying. “Atta girl” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead. He started by lighting the candle. Once the wax began dripping down to the candle holder he lifted it off the ground and hovered it above your naked body. “You, LORD, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light.” The psalm slipped past his lips as the hot wax hit your breasts. It felt incredible, especially as he held you flush against him. His right arm held you firm in place against him even as his hand, which held the vibrator, snaked closer and closer to your core. Finally you felt the cold silicone divot pressed firmly over your clit. You shuddered at the contact, already sensitive from his fingers and mouth. He hit the button on the side of the device and it whirred to life. Just as the vibration began he poured more wax down your torso. The stimulation was already mind numbing. He began whispering passages from revelation in your ear, the twisted words of angels unleashing chaos on mankind only sending me further into your hedonistic frenzy. The Catholic slut had been fully realized. The vibrator attacked your clit you felt yourself teetering just on the edge of release, somehow holding out simply to please him, to serve him.
Tears began rolling down your cheek, not from the pain of the hot wax, but from the pure ecstasy this man was inflicting upon you. There was nothing left in the world, just you and him. His soft cardigan against your skin, his wispy grey curls tickling your eyes as you hid your face in the crook of this neck, his gentle voice in your ear. Suddenly that voice switched from revelation back to a passage from a psalm: “Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.” Your entire body erupted into white hot light, your climax racking through your very being. Mr. Reed set down the candle and turned off the vibrator and brought you even closer to him, bringing you fully into his lap with his arms around your waist. You sobbed into his neck, so overwhelmed and overstimulated by what you had just experienced. “Oh my beautiful girl you are more marvelous than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Once you had stopped crying and come down from your orgasm a little, he tapped your side and helped you stand up. He guided you out of his faux church and down the hall into what you assumed must be his bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and left for moment, not without kissing you first. While you waiting for him you took in your surroundings. The walls were covered in a deep red floral wallpaper. The bedding was soft, though a little worn. He had more religious artifacts adorning his walls and shelves. You even spied Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons amongst a stack of books. You would tease him for that later. He returned with a large glass of water and handed it to you. As you sipped the cool water he started undressing, stripping down to a white tshirt and plaid boxers. You set the glass down on his bedside table and held your arms out to him. He climbed in the bed next to you and began kissing you fervently. His hands explored your body and despite the previous orgasm you found yourself growing slick with want yet again.
Now that he was freed from his trousers you reached your hand down and stroked his length through his boxers. He let out a delicious moan in response, his cool demeanor fully melted away and replaced with need. As you kissed him through his moans and continued to palm at him you wondered how long it had been since he’d been this intimate with someone. That’s really what was happening here, this was far more than a one night stand. You wanted to make him feel good, to elicit an orgasm that brought him to tears just like he had done for you.
Breaking the kiss you slid your hand under his shirt and gently guided it over his head. Once you’d removed his shirt you kissed him deeply, leaving his lips and trailing kisses down his chest. When you reached just above his boxers you raised an eyebrow, surprised to see a happy trail leading to your main event. You kissed along the patch of hair and slowly slid his boxers down. His cock sprung forward and you couldn’t help but moan a little at the sight of him. He was a good 7inches and decently thick. Circumsized too, so god must be pleased.
You began stroking his bare length and he shuddered. Leaning forward, you took his entire length into your mouth in one quick motion and he yelled. As you went to work he gripped your hair holding you tight in place. “Oh my sweet girl my good girl you make me feel divine” he sputtered out between moans. You loved how vocal he was and you couldn’t wait to hear him when he was inside you.
Suddenly his grip on your scalp released and he pulled your head off of him. Fearing you’d done something wrong you looked up at him with big doe eyes, waiting for a response. He pulled you up so that you were straddling him and brought your head to rest against his. “And the two shall become one flesh.” He whispered before pulling you into a kiss you could only describe as romantic. Sure you were both naked and your wet cunt was planted firmly on his rock hard cock, but there was something innocent and pure about that kiss. He scooted up against the headboard and pulled you firmly onto his lap, your tits right at eye level. He lifted you onto him and you both groaned in ecstasy as he entered you. Unable to control yourself you began riding him, needing to feel him go deep inside you. The sounds coming from your soaking union were obscene, complimented by your once again pornographic high pitched squeals and his guttural moans. He held you flush against him, your breasts smothering his face. He nipped and sucked at your nipples again, feeling the rush of warm wet slick it caused. “Imagine what your old classmates would think of you now, piercing yourself on an old atheist’s cock.” The dirty talk was back and you knew his voice alone could guide you to a second climax. “If god was real then he designed you just for me, he made your sweet little cunt ripe for my taking. MY perfect little Catholic slut.” He growled out the word “my” emphasizing the feeling you already held near and dear to your heart, you were his. With those words ringing in your ear you came hard and fast around his cock and he followed shortly after. You could feel his warm seed filling you and mixing with your own cum, dripping out of your weeping hole.
You both just held each other, his cock softening inside you. He finally pulled out and the two of you hobbled to his bathroom. He guided you into the shower and you both just enjoyed each other’s silent company as you cleaned off the evidence of your lecherous evening. You stayed under the warm water awhile longer after he left, just soaking in the steam. When you climbed out and began drying yourself off he re-entered the bathroom holding a pair of plaid boxers and a faded old Radiohead t shirt. “I get to stay?” You asked grabbing the clothes from him and pulling him into a kiss. “Darling if I had it my way you’d never leave.” You pulled on his clothes and climbed into his bed with him, falling asleep in his arms as if it was the place you were destined to be.
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Four months later when you crossed the stage to accept your doctoral diploma, you beamed with pride and relief that for the first time in your academic career they didn’t call out the last name that belonged to your family who had thrown you out so carelessly. No, they announced you as Dr. Reed.
After a whirlwind month of romance and hedonism, Mr. Reed had proposed to you. It was insane, your friends thought, marrying a man old enough to be your father that you’d just met, but when they saw the two of you together the couldn’t argue. It truly seemed that you were two halves of a whole.
You were hired by the university you’d graduated from as a theology professor and you and your husband lived a blissful life. You opened him up more and would bring your friends around for dinner parties and game nights. He would still linger at your side like a puppy dog even as he grew more comfortable around people. The house you shared was always ooh’d and ahh’d at by company. Occasionally you’d be asked “what’s behind those twin doors in the office?” and you’d smile and politely reply “oh it’s just old storage there, nothing fancy to show off. In fact it’s a mess, I’d be embarrassed for you to see!” and your husband would squeeze your arm and smile at you, proud that you’d converted to his one true religion.
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Ups and Downs
Synopsis: You're pregnant and having mood swings today, but Madara makes you a snack
Content: Uchiha Madara x Reader, f!reader, pregnant!reader, pregnancy!!, fluff, crack, mood swings
Word count: 987
A/N: A request from anon <3 (here are hcs about Madara and pregnant!reader)
You were already in the third trimester of your pregnancy. You couldn’t wait for your baby to come. You had picked and decorated a room with Madara, both of you really wanted this child.
You decided to go to the market today to buy a little charm you had heard of. You had seen some children wrapping these cute pendants on their kunai, so you wanted one for your baby. The streets weren’t very crowded today, making for the perfect day out.
When you got to the store, you couldn’t find the charms. You had asked a few kids where they had gotten theirs and all of them led you here. Yet, as you searched the shelves, you couldn’t find the damn thing. Even worse, there was no staff in sight. You marched further into the store, looking for someone who could help you, and you started to think this trash place was empty.
“Hello?” You asked, annoyingly to no response.
“Hellooo??!!” You asked again, raising your voice so that the store’s useless employee could hear you.
An ugly, greasy looking guy appeared from behind one of the shelves.
“Hello, ma’am! How may I help you?” He said with his ugly smile. He sounded so nice it made you frown immediately.
“Finally! Where are you people hiding the cute charms I’ve seen around?”
“Uh, our kunai decor?”
“Are you dense? Yes, the kunai charms.” You were getting increasingly irritated by this.
“We’re unfortunately out of stock of this item.” He said, still with that hideous smile.
“The hell you mean, out of stock?! I’ve seen it everywhere!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. It is indeed one of our most popular products, and because of that, it’s currently sold out.”
“Argh!”
You were exasperated and left the store in a bad mood. You just wanted to do a nice thing for your baby, but everyone seemed to be against you today.
As you walked back home, more people started to come to the streets. Of course, you couldn’t even have this one thing.
In front of your house, you saw your roses blooming. They were so pretty! You remembered how Madara helped you find the seeds, plant them and take care of them. Even if he didn't really want to garden, he still helped you grow these beautiful roses.
Madara had taken such good care of you during this pregnancy. You loved him so much, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband. He always made sure to not let you use too much effort, and he smelled so nice.
He would let you play with his hair while he cooked you breakfast, lunch and dinner. His hair was so soft and long, you loved fiddling with it. Oh yeah, sometimes it would smell like roses if you two worked with them for too long. And he would cook for you. Such delicious food, but maybe not what you wanted right now. You wanted something lighter and sour, like a green apple. But also very sweet, like honey.
As you wandered through the living room, you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the house. You went towards Madara's office and put you ear on the shoji to listen to what he was saying.
“–find the scrolls? –”
“ –working on it. The team hasn't–”
You couldn’t hear it properly, but what they were talking about didn't matter. You knocked and waited. Nothing happened so you knocked again, with a little more force.
“Hmm? Come in.” You heard Madara's deep voice come through.
You opened the shoji, seeing Madara and Hikaku with some scrolls laying on the table. Both looked back at you, as you stayed halfway hidden by the shoji, not really entering the room.
“Madara,” You dragged his name a bit.
“Yes?” He gave a little cute smile.
You looked down and around the round before continuing, “I wanted something to eat,” He arched an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but you kept going, “Some apples dipped in honey would be very nice, you know?”
“Right now, dear? I'm in the middle of something,”
“Please? Cut apples with honey sounds so good, though,” You insisted.
He sighted and stood up.
Did you bother him too much? Maybe he was tired of working and trying to get done was fast as possible, and you made him late. Or maybe he was very concentrated and you interrupted all his thoughts by coming here. “Are you mad at me?”
“What? No, my love, I'm not bothered at all, just getting up,” Madara looked in your eyes, “This wasn't so important, Hikaku can deal with it by himself.”
“So it was important matters that I–”
“Not at all, let's get going,” He interrupted you and pointed towards the hallway, “Shall we?”
You followed him to the kitchen, where he picked a couple of green apples from a basket.
“You should sit down,” He told you as he grabbed a knife.
You sat down by the table and kept looking at Madara as he prepared your snack. He looked so good today, it made you smile.
When he finished cutting the apples, he poured honey into a small bowl. You were very happy with how things were looking. The honey and the apples looked delicious, you couldn't wait for Madara to bring them to you.
“Now, now, here's whatever this is supposed to be.”
Madara placed two bowls in front of you, the sliced apples and the honey.
“Yay! Thank you!” You said as you reached out to grab one apple slice.
He walked to your side and bowed his upper body until he was slightly above your head. “No problem. Try not to make a mess with the honey, okay?” He told you before kissing your temple.
“Sure,” You said with your mouth full of apple and honey. “It's so sweet!”
“Well, it is honey,” He giggled, leaving you in the kitchen.
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prompt from @juggalomary :
“A teenaged ghost who often shows up to places with bruises and cuts. Who is a regular visitor of the homeless shelter by the soccer pitch popular with the local grammar school boys. Soap who is a troubled student from the grammar school who plays keeper in soccer matches with his friends.
One day ghost missed the final call before they locked the shelter after a late night argument with his dad. He slept on bench for the home team at the pitch. Soap being soap was up at that ungodly hour playing soccer when he accidentally hit ghost with his water bottle.
Next thing they knew ghost will either throw rocks at soaps windows or just walk through the front door when he can’t sleep at home.”
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Plink.
Johnny frowns, tearing his gaze away from his homework for a moment to wonder if he’d really just heard something. But when nothing happens for at least another minute or so following, Johnny resumes his work and chalks it up to his imagination.
Plink.
There, again. Johnny turns to the window where he’s sure the sound had come from, if it isn’t just in his head, and watches. Mindlessly twirls his pencil between his fingers and waits… for nothing. Another drawn out silence.
Plink.
Just as Johnny is making for his second dismissal, there’s a flash of grey bouncing off the glass that catches his eye. He slowly sets his pencil down and stands from his creaky desk chair before creeping toward the window.
There, on his lawn, with a bruised jaw and a toothy grin, is none other than Simon Riley.
Johnny hastily pulls his window open, leaning over the sill to whisper-shout, “Were you throwing rocks?”
“Maybe I was,” Simon whisper-shouts back. He less-than-discretely empties his hoodie pocket of an arsenal of pebbles now that he’s gotten Johnny’s attention. “You have room for one tonight?”
“Your dad kick you out?”
Simon shrugs a shoulder, grimacing. “Somethin’ like that.”
“Right, well—“ Johnny casts a quick glance back to his room, winces at the state of it, then decides Simon probably wouldn’t care, “—I’m sure my Ma won’t mind. Just wait there a sec.”
His Ma wouldn’t mind, sure, she loves Simon—but Johnny doesn’t imagine she’d be all too pleased to be disturbed at this hour, either, so he’s silent leaving his room to quietly greet Simon at the front door to let him in.
It’s the first time he’s ever come this late.
Johnny immediately shushes Simon once he’s ushered inside, though Simon has yet to say anything. He lets himself be led toward Johnny’s room without a word, dutifully following Johnny’s silent instruction to sit on the bed and wait while he retrieves the First Aid kit from the bathroom.
The bruise is worse, up close, though it’s old. Nothing Johnny can fix.
What he can fix, however, is the cut on Simon’s temple and the one through his bottom lip—all it requires is some gentle blotting of a cloth soaked with cold water to clean, and butterfly stitches on Simon’s head because it’s either that or Johnny’s wee sister’s princess bandaids to keep the wound covered.
Which, Simon jokes, would make him look too tough. But they both know the real reason he can’t use one.
When Johnny realizes he’s still leaning too far into Simon’s space, even now having finished tending to his cuts, he reels back before Simon can notice the blush that begins to bloom across his face.
Johnny hangs his head, picking at a loose thread on his pyjamas, doing his best to ignore the warmth burning from ear to ear.
“D’you wanna talk about it?” He mumbles.
He can feel Simon staring at him, something he always seems to be doing whether or not Johnny notices. Johnny continues picking at the string.
“Not really,” Simon says. “Can we sleep?”
Johnny nods, standing to push his desk chair back in place. He can hear Simon moving back on the bed, crawling underneath the covers like he’s now done so many times. Johnny clicks off his desk lamp and blindly wanders to the unoccupied side and gets into bed along with Simon.
They sleep back-to-back, always. And also like always, Johnny fights his exhaustion until he can be sure that Simon’s breathing has evened out; that he’s actually getting a proper rest.
Johnny knows he’ll have to deal with his Ma in the morning, but he doesn’t care. He just wishes it were easier for Simon to be safer like this every night, and not just the few he ends up staying here.
Johnny is still happy to provide any bit of help he can, though. God knows Simon needs the support.
Satisfied when he hears quiet snores escape Simon, Johnny, too, falls asleep.
#ask#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap#alternate universe#writing
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Shovel Love (Jason)
Snow tickled the tip of his nose as Jason fumbled with his keys. His gloves were too thick for his pockets, and his grocery bags made any maneuvering unnecessarily complicated. He was not dropping the cereals on the sidewalk. Half of it was covered in melted slush that would instantly destroy the package. He’d never live it down.
So, he might have had to bite on his gloves, ignore the taste of leather and keep an arm elevated to balance his bags, but he did get his keys out without accident.
The triumph was short-lived though, as the hair on the back of his neck suddenly tingled.
“What do you want?” Jason asked, not looking away from the door.
There was the faintest sound of snow crunching behind him.
“I came to give you a warning,” Nightwing hissed, his voice low and dark, as threatening as anything Jason had ever heard.
And he had heard a lot of threats from his big brother. The perils of tugging Batman’s cape.
“You’re a bit late for that,” Jason scoffed, a corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Already had the Arrows and most of the Titans give me their speech weeks ago. What took you so long?”
The scowl on his brother’s face deepened.
Nightwing was the type of man that worked three superhero shifts and still tried to hold a day job. He was always in movement, always everywhere he needed to be. It made him reliable and popular with multiple generations of heroes at this point. But it also meant he had no roots anywhere. He got gossip later than most, and he was not always in a position to make good on that intel right away. Multiple crises owing.
This was probably the first free moment he had gotten since he had learned that Jason was in a relationship with Roy Harper.
Understandable. But Jason didn’t really care for that excuse.
“I was busy. Others told me they’d already seen you, but I still wanted to show up for Roy.”
This time, Jason did snort. Sure. Everyone wanted to be there for Roy. And he had not ended up friendless in rehab either. God, he hated them sometimes.
A gloved fist struck the door right next to his head.
Jason turned around. Nightwing boxed him against the door. He was shorter, sure, but that did nothing to lessen the actual threat in his stance. Jason had seen him take down behemoths like Bane or Croc without a scratch after all.
“Enough,” Dick growled.
It was also hard to ignore the fact that Dick had shown up in armor while Jason only wore a winter coat for protection. And a bag of groceries hardly compared to escrima sticks with the power of cattle prods.
“I don’t care what game you think you’re playing-”
“Not a game,” Jason bit out, irritated despite his best efforts.
“When you break Roy’s heart, I will make you regret toying with my friend for another one of your fucked up taunts.”
“Not everything is about you.”
It took skills to convey an eye roll behind a domino mask. Nightwing managed effortlessly.
“Of course not.” His voice turned snide. “When is it never not about Jason Todd with you?”
“Not even gonna dignify that one. So, you gonna break me in half if I hurt Roy. Cool. Message received. Are you done?”
Wrong thing to say. His dismissive tone was obviously interpreted wrong, because Nightwing bristled.
“If you think I won’t-”
“Yeah, yeah, ten out of ten, Dick. But like I said, you ain’t the first one to give that speech. I’ve already been threatened to be skewered, deafened, decapitated, frozen in the speedforce, drowned, pulverized, thrown to a hell dimension, etc. etc. with the promise that it would make what the Joker did to me seem tame.”
Nightwing did twitch then, but it was a small thing, and quickly buried away if it was ever there. Jason didn’t bother putting stock in it.
“I guess no one really threatened lobotomy if you want to go there. Wait, no, one of his psychic teammates did. Look, at this point, just say you’re gonna beat me to death with your bare hands and save us both the time.”
Nightwing’s fists clenched, and his skin paled another shade.
It could be anger, horror, any number of things. Jason had no intention to decipher it.
The scar on his neck was throbbing, like it wanted Jason to remember. Funny how that always happened around heroes.
“I really don’t care what a bunch of hypocrites like you think of me, Dick. If you wanna break your moral codes on me, go for it, you wouldn’t be the first. Hell, it wouldn’t even be your first time either.”
The frown slipped for a second, replaced by surprise, by outrage. God, Nightwing was winding himself up again, and Jason just really wanted to go put this fucking carton of milk in the fridge before it went bad.
“Night, Dick. Glare at me through the windows if you still want to be intimidating, but I’m done talking. You’ll kill me, message received. Now, fuck off.”
And he twisted his keys in, pushing the door open and slipping inside in an instant.
He slammed the door closed behind himself, and he snorted when the doorknob immediately rattled. Didn’t open without a key to the building. Obviously, Nightwing could break in. He probably wouldn’t though. He’d said what he wanted to, and Dick had never wanted to speak to Jason longer than necessary.
He would definitely be doing some surveillance tonight though. He would be on high alert, probably under the impression that now that the main player had shown up, Jason would be putting his diabolical plans into action. Damn. He should close the curtains first thing as he enters, but that would be just inviting Dick to bring in every friend he had to mount a ‘rescue’.
Jason liked this apartment. They had picked it together. It had enough space for them, was in the right part of town to be close to action when they went out as vigilantes, didn’t cost both their arms to buy…
It was in Star City, but nothing could be perfect.
Jason climbed out the last of the stairs and played with the keys for a second before he entered his home.
Roy dropped the arrowhead he’d been working on, and stood up from the dinner table.
“Jaybird!”
Roy had a tendency to light up whenever he saw someone he cared about. It didn’t matter if Jason was leaving for a black out ops that would take a week or two or if he was going on a walk, the second he was back, Roy’s smile went wide and the knots of tension in his body all went slack at the same time.
It didn’t matter how many times Jason came back, Roy exuded relief every time.
(Not a lot of people stayed for Roy.)
The grocery bags found their way to the kitchen counter. The carton of milk could wait.
“Hey,” Jason said as he grabbed onto his partner’s hips, “missed me?”
“Yup,” Roy chirped, right before he leaned forward and met Jason with a gentle kiss.
For a second, all was right in the world. And because he was Jason Todd, that feeling truly only lasted a second. He wanted to abandon himself in his lover’s arms, those beautiful biceps that pulled incredibly powerful bows to nail insane targets from equally insane distances. Even if he did not deserve that kind of peace, Jason was too greedy not to want it. But he could already feel someone’s eyes on them. Huh. That really did fuck up the mood, didn’t it?
They parted.
“Who was it this time?” Roy asked after a moment, his shoulders dropping in exhaustion.
Jason offered the smallest smile. “Dear old Dickiebird. He’s probably watching us as we speak.”
Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. He briefly closed his eyes, and muttered some absolutely filthy curses that would have made a sailor blush. Then, with a determined stride, he marched right up to their living room’s window. He made a show of scanning the night, then flipped off the figure perched on the rooftop opposite to theirs.
Jason devolved into giggles. Giggles! Him! And in front of a witness too. It was a good thing no one would ever believe Roy that Jason was capable of anything other than snarls and sneers.
The funniest part of all these threats was that all these paragons somehow thought Jason would still be alive after he lost the last person to ever care about him. Was he supposed to care if they chose to spit on his corpse or reduce it to ash? It’d only help make sure Jason would not come back again.
***
Nightwing’s visit was nothing out of the ordinary, besides the tardiness. Jason had a reputation. It pissed Roy off to no end how so many people would parade around their place now and offer him unconditional support in kicking Jason to the curb if needed. Jason honestly would have thought it was kind of sweet, if it was not disgustingly hypocritical.
Roy had once been the black sheep of the hero community.
But the blackest sheep of them all wore a Red Hood.
Also, on occasion, an apron to cook. A cheesy, horny one that said ‘Kiss the cock’ with a cartoony rooster on the front. Roy always waggled his eyebrows at Jason when he wore it. What was he supposed to do? A man was weak.
At least, the horny promises in those eyes usually waited after they had eaten whatever Jason had slaved over in his pots and pans.
Tonight’s menu was a honey glazed salmon that had been priced just in that sweet spot of affordable on sale they always looked for. It did look good, if Jason said so himself. He poked at it with his knife, his mind on other things. He should not wait any longer. It was almost the twenty-fourth. Any later and it would hurt worse.
He hated himself a bit more for it though.
“Hey, Roy?” Jason said softly.
Roy hummed lazily, blowing over the steaming piece of fish. “Jaybird? What is it?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to Queen’s for Christmas Dinner. ”
Roy froze. He stared, uncomprehending, his fork still suspended in the air with a piece of salmon, held in a tightly clenched hand. He stopped breathing. His eyes filled with an emotion that was so rare in him.
Fear, in a way no army of mimes or evil robots or space dragons could ever evoke.
“I got a lead on the trafficking ring,” Jason said.
The shift was immediate. Whiplash even. Roy nodded, mind set.
“Then I’m coming with you.”
Jason made a show of hesitating. The last thing he wanted was to pull his partner away from the people he loved. Especially when things had been so rough between them before. It would do no one any favor if Roy bailed on them now.
“You should go see your family.”
“Jason,” Roy scoffed.
“They wouldn’t be happy if I pulled you away from the holidays for work.”
A flash of fiery emotion burned through Roy’s voice. “So what? I should let you do this without backup because Ollie wouldn’t get into the Christmas Spirit otherwise?”
“We already scouted things. We don’t need to both be there to crash the operation. I’ll be on frequency. If I need the backup, I can call the rest of the birds. They’ll show up.”
They wouldn’t, because Jason would not tell them anything. But there was a slight possibility that they would have shown up if they knew the trafficking ring was legit and not a trap.
“I don’t like this, Jaybird. We’re a team…”
“I’ll be fine. Nothing will happen to me. And it’s better this way. Do you really think the arrows wanted me polluting their dinner table? I can see Queen’s glare from here.”
“So you should be alone on Christmas instead,” Roy whispered miserably. “Jaybird… ”
Guilt started to gnaw at Jason’s bone, but he held firm. He wrapped his arms around his man and placed a light kiss on his cheek.
“I’ll be okay, Roy. Not my first time. Trust me, you won’t miss anything busting up scum’s kneecaps. Okay, except maybe some catharsis, but we can do that any other time. Just go spend the time with your family. I’ll be there when you come back. What will you do with the gifts you’ve bought otherwise? Come on, Roy. You’ve been looking forward to that dinner for months.”
Which was exactly why Jason had timed everything to be unavailable at the last minute. He had taken the hints a while ago. He was not going to ruin things for Roy to impose on people that hated him.
***
Jason did not react to the sound of their bedroom door slowly opening.
He pretended not to hear Roy’s sharp intake of air, or his sigh of relief. They did not poke at each other’s open wounds. They’d never survive if they started acting like their families. For all Jason was the biggest stain on superhero society, that spot had once belonged to Roy. Blame was an insidious game. It snuck up on you. It made fathers throw their kids out in the street. So, they just didn’t.
Jason pretended to stir only when the bed dipped, because it would be completely nonsensical for a bat not to notice.
(Roy, of course, knew.)
(They knew a lot of things about each other that they never put into words.)
“Had fun?” he mumbled into his pillow.
Roy pressed himself against Jason’s back, warm, almost feverish. His arms circled Jason’s waist, his nose tickled the middle of Jason’s back. Like he didn’t want to risk Jason seeing his face.
“Yeah. You? Wiped out the whole operation?”
“Purged the whole thing. Got a bunch of kids to their parents, or the cops for those who lived out of town. ”
A faint tension seemed to fall into the room.
Jason should not have said that.
Roy’s body was trembling.
“They put up a plate for Lian… ”
Oh, Roy.
“Dinah gave a speech. It was…” Roy sniffed. “It was really pretty. Lian would have loved it. Everyone ended up crying. Fuck, I… I really would have given up everything for her to be there with us then. I… I would have wanted you there, Jaybird.”
Jason bit his lips, staring ahead at their bedroom wall. Anywhere but back.
“Sorry, Roy.”
Should he have gone anyway? In his guts, he knew it would have been a disaster. Everyone else would have been so pissed if he had witnessed their moment. He was well aware of what Queen thought of him. He’d hissed it to him once.
Why in the name of all that was good was he the one that came back to life?
Jokes on Queen, Jason had been having those thoughts long before he and Roy ever became an item. Before the whole of the hero community seemingly rallied behind Roy for once in their goddamned lives.
As Robin, he had died under the impression that he had been loved. That he had been a good hero, and that he had had a better run than most kids in his circumstances would have.
And then he had woken up in his own coffin.
How many of them had told him he had wasted every opportunity to be welcomed back?
To what? He’d thought about asking them again and again. To a father who had disowned him in death, turned him into a cautionary tale for the other sidekicks? To a community that had forgotten him? To a battle that featured all the same monsters, only bolstered by even more abominations like Professor Pyg?
Jason had died thinking he had been loved, and some cruel cosmic force had decided to show him how wrong he had been.
Batman had told him, between even more lectures, that it was natural that a father would be filled with righteous fury at the death of his son. That it was expected he’d try to retaliate. To kill his son’s killers.
Funny that, right? But Jason had also forgotten how Bruce had claimed not to be Jason’s father. His fucking fault for getting it wrong. For letting himself believe. For giving Batman a second chance, one desperate chance to show Jason had not been just a fool to believe three years of partnership meant something.
He had long stopped being annoyed whenever someone got his motives wrong. He had been screaming everything he wanted and needed and was trying to accomplish, and not one of them got it right. Half the bats thought he had tried to force Batman to kill the Joker, for fuck’s sake.
(The irony of them thinking Bruce needed to be forced to kill someone made Jason’s scar ache.)
(The irony of them thinking he had only come back from the dead once .)
“Do you want to go see her tomorrow?” Jason asked.
Roy nodded against his back, stifling another bout of sobbing. Tightening his grip as if he would drown without that touch.
“We’ll buy her a bouquet of daffodils and white lilies.”
“And red carnations.”
“Yes. Those too.”
The keening sound Roy made threatened to rip Jason’s heart in two. He felt himself shudder, his insides growing cold as he placed his hands over Roy’s, as he leaned into his partner’s touch.
“Roy, I’m here,” he whispered urgently.
“Don’t leave me, Jaybird. Please, don’t leave me. I can’t lose anyone else. I’m sorry. I know they hate you, I keep telling them to knock it off, but they never listen. They told me again tonight. They keep saying it’s Jade all over again. It’s not. I know it’s not. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”
“I’m here,” he repeated. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Slowly, he managed to twist himself inside Roy’s dead grip, managed to turn around to face his partner in crime and in life.
“Everyone leaves. Even Kori,” Roy whispered, despair choking him.
“I’m not leaving you. I’m here. Roy, I’m here. I won’t leave and I won’t die. I love you.”
Roy gave him a kiss mixed with tears. “I love you.”
Jason was certain that more heroes would come out of the woodwork and posture at him eventually. They would threaten and reason and bargain and every other thing they could think of to protect Roy from Jason.
But when he held Roy in his arms after another nightmare, another beautiful dream where Lian was alive, another listless night when his arms itched with cravings , Jason knew he would be there until the day Roy got sick of him.
Like everyone else.
But not a moment sooner.
#jayroy#fic#jason todd#roy harper#angst#shovel talks#probably how the anti imagines jayroy should go#honestly fun angst concept#even your boyfriend family's threatens him to treat you right#no one is even looking at you bad though
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Never Felt So Alone
TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST
PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader
WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence
WORD COUNT: 3.2K
Wish I knew better then
who knew you were just out to get me?
February Continued
“And these are for you” the student council member handed me 3 roses, each with a note attached.
“Um, thanks” I respond. Internally panicking, refusing to look around. I suspect one of these are from Sabrina, I sent her a rose too.
Every year the student council runs a rose and candy gram sale for Valentines. This was the first time I was receiving any, let alone three.
I open the first card, and like I suspected it was from Sabrina.
“I literally love you so much im so glad we got close this year, be my valentine forever. Xoxo Sab”
I smiled, and sent her a Snapchat of the rose with a bunch of hearts in the caption.
My hands started to shake as I opened the second note, this one was from Noah, who was conveniently seated two seats across the aisle in this class.
“Be my valentine? Noah :)”
I loop up and smile at him, and he gave me a sheepish smile and winked. I wasn’t sure what the appropriate way to respond was, so I figured I would wait until after class. Before I could open the third, the student council member had finished passing out the roses, and class resumed.
I tucked the roses into the side pocket of my backpack and opened my history book back up.
My leg bounced up an down as the painstaking long rant our teacher was on lasted for more than 10 minutes. I was getting restless and curious as to who the 3rd rose was from. I had an inkling, but didn’t want to assume, or get my hopes up.
Luckily,the bell rang a few minutes later, and I jumped up, book in hands as I raced out of the classroom. When I reached my locker, before I could pull the rose out, Noah stepped next to me.
“Hey” he said, taking a step closer.
“Hi.” I responded simply. After a few moments of silence I realized he was waiting on an answer.
“Oh um, thank you for the rose, I really appreciate that. I’ve never gotten flowers from a boy before.” I started fumbling with the lock on my locker, avoiding eye contact.
”Yea I was no problem, you deserved it.” He shuffled his feet and I finally looked back at him.
“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.” I finally said. A smile lit up on his face and he let out a breath.
“Thank god” he mumbled, before leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“Can I take you out tonight then? You free?” I nodded my head yes and closed my locker.
“I have some homework but I could be ready by 6?”
“Great I’ll swing by your place and pick you up okay?”
”Okay” I say, biting my bottom lip, a smile creeping along my face as he turns to walk away. After he got down the hall I turned around and opened my locker back up and reached for the third rose. Opening the note, my heart dropped out of my ass.
“you deserve more than a silly little rose, why don’t you let me show you how much you deserve, pretty girl? R”
I threw the note back into the locker and slammed it shut, walking down the hall clutching my bag, headed straight to the girls bathroom. God he couldn’t be serious was he? We haven’t talked or hooked up in weeks, and he’s been seen hanging around with Sofia. What kind of fucking game is he playing? I couldn’t believe it.
My knuckles started to turn white as I gripped the edge of the sink.
”There you are!” I heard from behind me. My head snapped up and I saw Sabrinas reflection in the mirror, her hands filled with roses.
“H Sab” I responded weekly, turning the faucet on to try and be as nonchalant as possible. “Looks like you’re a popular gal . who are the other prospects im fighting?”
”Oh don’t worry my favorite is the one from you doll” she says, walking to stand next to me at the sink. “A lot of them are from some dudes on the swim team. I swear I went to one meet and they’ve been obsessed with me ever since”
We giggled in sync, as I reached over to get a paper towel.
”And get this .. I got one from topper” I shot her a look before tossing the paper in the trash.
”No way what?” She shook her head and walked with me out of the bathroom.
”Weird right I thought he was with you know who .. but I overheard some girls saying they were splitsville. I also heard the same thing about rafe and Sofia …” her voice trailed off and I stopped in my tracks,
“Sab, rafe sent me a rose too”
Her jaw dropped in response.
“Holy shit … we’re so back!” She exclaimed. I shoved her shoulder.
“No he has to be fucking with me. Anyways, I got one from Noah, and he’s taking me out tonight. So I don’t care what Rafe wants because Noah’s actually proactive about.. well whatever we are.”
Sabrina rolls her eyes and grabs my arm.
”Oh sweetie. We’ll see” I roll my eyes in response.
”No, im seeing Noah, and rafes getting absolutely no reaction from me.”
as if speaking his name makes him appear, he turned the corner with Kelce.
”fucking hell” I mutter under my breath. He doesn’t say anything when we make eye contact,he just smirks and juts his head at me, before biting his bottom lip and looking away.
I roll my eyes in response and keep walking forward.
”Cmon y/n, at least tell me what he said in the note”, Sabrina trails behind me, trying to catch up to the speed I had reached.
“Im not entertaining his stupid games. He just called me pretty and said some bullshit about how I deserve more than a single rose. Like okay motherfucker then why don’t you even say hello to me in the damn hallway” I kept grumbling under my breath until I realize Sabrina was laughing.
”the fuck is so funny Sab?” I snapped. This time she shoved my shoulder.
”you guys want each other so bad it comedic.”
”can we talk about something else. Like top sending you a rose? What’s going to happen with that now?”
”Well, I texted him thanking him .. after I found out about him and Ruthie of course. And he’s gonna take me out tonight. We’re going right after school though which is kinda lame but I guess the club is super booked with reservations tonight it’s all we could get.”
”Holy shit you’re going to go out with him?”
”Well, why not?”
”It’s not that I don’t think you guys should be together, I would just be scared of …” my voice trailed off and she shook her head in agreement.
”no I totally thought the same thing. Did you hear about that shit with the turtles?”
I huffed in response and opened the school exit door.
“Yea, Kie told me. She’s such a fucking cunt.”
“She doesn’t scare me though. Im untouchable” Sabrina said confidently, walking up to her car.
”well, I’ll let you know how my date goes if you tell me how yours went?
”will do!” I chirped back, waving goodbye.
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I texted Noah at 5:30 letting him know I was ready. It was 5:55 at this point, and I hadn’t gotten a response from him, or a text letting me know he was o his way. It was very unlike him to be unresponsive, but I tried to not let it worry me.
I chewed my bottom lip nervously, holding open the curtains to the living rom window, peering out into the drive away.
“Hey can I borrow you car to go get ice cream with Annie?” Lucy asks, coming down the stairs.
”Um yea, here” I tossed her my eyes from my purse and she inspected my outfit.
”Are you… going on a date?” I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone screen.
”Yea I’m just waiting for him to pick me up.. he should be here soon.”
”is it that goof from last week?” She asks, siding her shoes on and walking towards the front door.
”Piss off” I grumble under my breath.
She exits the door and I sit in silence. When the clock finally hits 6:05, I decide to call him.
I goes straight to voicemail. I text him, and the message doesn’t deliver. I internally start panicking, not sure what my next move is. I go to call Kie, but remember she has plans with JJ for dinner. My next instinct is to call Sabrina, but she’s with Topper.
”Fuck” I mutter. “This can’t be happening.” I send him a few more texts, none of them delivering. I stand to go outside and realize I don’t have my keys to drive to his house. I didn’t even know where he lived, so I guess it doesn’t matter anyways. Maybe he just fell asleep?
I text Sarah, but I couldn’t hold my anxiousness anymore. I head for the Cameron estate on foot, wrapped in my winter coat, bare legs shaking from the cold wind cutting against them as I start down the road.
Checking my phone periodically, seeing nothing coming in from Noah. I call him again and it goes straight to voicemail. I curse at the wind and try to pick up my speed, praying that Sarah was home. I give her a quick ring as I walk up to Tanneyhill, but she doesn’t answer.
Tears well up in my eyes as I run up their driveway and pound on the front door.
”Please be home please be home” I whisper to myself. No one answers the door after 30 seconds and I text Sarah again.
Are you home??? I think Noah is standing me up and im freaking the fuck out.
As I start to text her again, the front door opens and it’s Wheezie.
”Oh hi Y/N, what’s up? Are you okay?” She asks, with a concerned look on her face. I realized at this point I was shaking from both anger and the cold.
”Is Sarah home?” I ask, my teeth chattering.
”No I think she’s doing something with John B” I internally facepalm, realizing al of my friends were busy with their significant others. I would have to suffer through this alone.
“Oh Okay, will you let her know I stopped by?”
”Yea um, did you walk here? It’s freezing” she says, holding the front door open.
”You can warm up in here and Rafe can drive you home.” I chuckle and step inside.
”No its fine I’ll call my sister to come get me. Do you mind if I-“ im interrupted by a door opening from the upstairs. Rafe appears with a gaming headset half on
”Who’s at the door?” He asks, scanning the room before his eyes land on me. His face falters for a second before he pulls the headset off.
”What’re you doing here?” He asks simply. I sniffle, trying to pull myself together.
”I’m uh, just looking for Sarah but she’s not here so im gonna have Lucy come get me.”
”Rafe she walked here. Can you take her home?” Wheezie interrupts, a sly smile on her face.
“Im busy right now.” He says before looking back at me. “Come up here.” He demands, rather than asks.
“I” I stop myself and look at Wheezie. She’s still smiling, and I turn back to look at the darkness facing over the sky. My teeth still chattering.
”Here I’ll take your jacket” Wheezie offers. I slip off my jacket and hand it to her, sipping my shoes off before following Rafe upstairs.
He doesn’t say a word to me when I walk into his room, he just sits back at his PC and puts his headset back on.
”alright im back.” He says into the mic. He was probably playing with kelce. I look down at my phone and see that I haven’t gotten a response to anyone.. I decide to text the girls groupchat
SOS. Noah bailed on our date lmao. Sar, im at your house
I go back to my messages between Noah and I, and realize that none of my messages were delivered, and the chat bubbles are now green.
He fucking blocked me.
A sob escapes my mouth before I can keep it back, and I see Rafe flinch from across the room.
He continues to play while tears silently fall from my eyes and I awkwardly adjust on his bed. The last time I was here was new years. Then I remember what the girls told me abut rafe and Sofia, and I start to cry harder.
”it was a mistake coming here, I can’t do this” I mumble, starting to get off the bed. Rafe takes off his headset and whips around.
”The fuck is-“ he stops himself when he sees the mess I had become.
”Y/N” he says softly. I can’t make myself look at him, so I turn around on his bed and bury my face into his bed, wetting it with my tears.
“Jesus Christ” he mumbles under his breath. ”I gotta go kelce.” He says into the mic before turning off the computer. He kneels at the edge of the bed and brushes hair away from my face, rubbing circles on my cheek with his thumb.
“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you just gonna ruin my pillow with your makeup?” I scoff and bat his hand away.
”Im fucking upset okay. Obviously. I don’t know why you wanted me to come in your room when I said I can just call my sister. I don’t want to be in your fucking room. I thought you were going to take me home like Wheezie said you could, and no ones answering my fucking texts, I just got stood up and I fucking hate myself and im so lonely and miserable I feel like I cant breathe.” My sobs at this point are violent and I can hardly breathe. Rafe stares at me intently, still kneeled down at the end of the bed. He places his hand on my back and I feel myself tense at his touch.
“Who isn’t answering? And who stood you up? I take in a deep breath and lift my face from the pillow, finally looking at rafe.
”All of my friends are with their dumb boyfriends cus its Valentine’s Day, and no ones answering.” His hand rubs his chin and he glances down at my outfit.
”So who stood you up?” I roll my eyes and fully turn over to my side to face him.
”Noah” I mumble under my breath, looking down at Rafe’s chest peeking through his unbuttoned shirt.
“Piece of shit” he grumbles before standing up. ”and you’re here … why?” He asks before sitting on the bed, his hand placed on my thigh now, playing with the end of my skirt.
“Lucy has my car and Sarah is the closest friend walking distance. She wasn’t answering but I was hoping she was here.” Rafe nods his head and a smirk appears on his face. I wipe tears from my face and sit up to look directly at him.
”the fuck is that look for” I ask, reaching over on his nightstand to grab a tissue.
”I don’t think that’s why you came here.” I roll my eyes so hard at his statement im surprised they didnt fall out.
“Why would I come here for you?” I huff, pulling my legs up to my chest, away from his touch. He adjusts himself to get closer. I can smell his cologne and feel myself getting anxious.
”Because you don’t actually like Noah. And I know you got my rose” he says simply.
“Why would you say that?” He smiles big and bright before biting his bottom lip and looking around his room.
”Because I know you.” My face distorts at this comment.
”No you don’t.” I state simply in response.
“I see the way you look at him. He’s just some guy that gave you attention. You don’t actually like him. He’s your little study buddy and he thought he could slide in cus you’re too fuckin nice to the wrong people” I let out a laugh and wipe my face.
”you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
”oh really? Then why didnt you show up to his house, if he stood you up, you’re the type of girl to confront that type of shit.”
”I-“ he cuts me off
”Cus you don’t know where he lives. You don’t know anything about this dude. He’s worse than you can imagine.” He says matter of factlyy.
”just because I don’t know where someone lives doesn’t mean I don’t like them you’re talking utter nonsense here. And this is completely out of the blue, he’s the one who asked me to go out earlier today and made the plans. You don’t know him any better than I do, Rafe” My voice starts to raise, and I realize I wasn’t cold anymore. I was hot, with anger.
”guys change their minds pretty quick when they don’t get what they want.”
He scoots closer to me, brushing hair out of my face, his hands lingering on my cheek. I grab his hand from my cheek and stare at him.
”Why did you send me a rose? I don’t give you what you want. And I’m not going to give you want you want right now.”
”I think you know exactly why I sent a rose to you, Y/N”
”What happened between you and Sofia?” I ask bluntly.
“Jeez what you got some spy on me?” He nervously chuckles and pulls his hand back. “We’re not together.”
”Okay but you fuck her.” I say. Im not sure where I thought this conversation would get me, other than hurt, but im already in pain. Might as well drown in it.
”Does that matter? Whatever I tell you is going to make you mad.” He says, looking away.
”so tell me, what is she to you?”
”Well you kind of ditched me after new years. And she’s fine I guess. She helped me get a business deal but I learned she was a lying snake, so were not together anymore.”
“What do you mean I ditched you?” I ask, pushing myself up on my knees. About a foot is between us at this point.
“You stopped fucking answering my calls and text. You just disappeared. And then you started seeing Noah so I realized I should move on too.”
”move on from what rafe? We were just fucking. I don’t even know if you actually care about me.” His jaw clenches and he whips his head back to look at me. His hand reaches up and cups my jaw.
”don’t act like I don’t fucking care about you.”
”you have an awful way of showing it.” He tsks with his tongue, and I watch his face falter, a hint of sadness before his usual deadpan look resurfaces,
”so, did you fuck him?” My lip quivers and his grip on my jaw stays firm.
”No” I say, barely above a whisper before a tear slips from my eye.
“We’re you going to tonight?”
”rafe stop”
”im asking a question. Answer me.”
”no I wasn’t planning on it.”
He lets go of my chin and wipes the tear that fell. My vision was blurred from the overwhelming feeling of this situation, but i could've sworn there was a smirk on his lips after i said no. the silence between us lingers until the slam of the front door makes me jump.
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With LO being done, a mass layoff apparently happening recently, and high profile creators like that of Bugtopia bailing from them, do you think Webtoons is gonna last much longer?
So I had heard about the layoff through the grapevine (as in, pals that I know who are aware of the situation) but honestly, I don't think this is the end of Webtoons as an app... I think this is definitely an end of a version of Webtoons that we were all familiar with as both creators and readers. I've been noticing this shift over the past couple years and now it seems to be coming to a head, a status quo shift from Webtoons being an earnest "anyone can find success with us" community of readers and indie creators to just another enshittified corporate platform that's only interested in churning out content to keep up its bottom line.
Before I continue, obligatory reminder that I am not an Originals creator, just a former Canvas creator and avid webcomic reader. None of this post is to accuse Webtoons of foul play or spread misinformation, these are simply my opinions based on my own experiences with the app and its staff, research that I've done into Webtoons' practices and history as a company, and firsthand + secondhand accounts of experiences on the backend from various Originals creators who have willingly spoken up on the matter. Take the following dissection and rant about Webtoons with mountains of salt.
The biggest sign of this shift I've seen has definitely gotta be the reduction of greenlit Canvas series in favor of imported Korean series. Now I will say there was a time that there genuinely were too many greenlit series, back when they used to do their launch weeks, and I think scaling that back isn't necessarily a bad thing to prevent oversaturation, but oversaturation is still very much happening, it's just through imported series now.
Though I will say a counter argument to this is that Webtoons' own audience has a habit of believing that EVERY piece of work needs to be read and kept up with. This is surely a side effect of Webtoons going from being a smaller platform with only a few select Originals series to suddenly launching hundreds more over the course of the last couple years, there WAS a time you could genuinely keep up with most of the series on the platform if you wanted, but now that's no longer possible, and while some would argue that's a flaw, I'd argue that greenlighting so many series isn't necessarily an invitation for you to read them all, it's just to buff up their library with more choices for those who are more particular about what they read. Do you enjoy isekai but don't like the one about the girl being reborn into her favorite medieval romance book? Well there are 50 other isekais set in medieval times for you to choose from.
That said, the ratio of greenlit Canvas series : Korean imports definitely feels like it's skewed more towards the latter over the past couple years, as we're now seeing them simply opt to import and translate series from their Naver platform. Some people don't really care or notice the difference, and there's certainly lots to be said about the popularity of many Korean works, but many other readers are now feeling iced out by the platform's sudden shift in art styles and storytelling tropes because Korean webtoons and manwhas do generally aim for a different audience than what a lot of veteran Webtoon users are used to. Plus from the creator side of things, it's undoubtedly making the playing grounds feel uneven where greenlit Canvas series now have to compete with the webtoons from overseas that are made in studios with teams of people and seem to also be paid far better than what NA creators are being paid. Webtoons already severely limits what series they choose to advertise and that's only gotten worse over the years with the ongoing oversaturation of the app's library.
That's only regarding quantity though, as there's surely lots to be said about how a lot of the higher quality stories are ones here made in North America, and a lot of that I feel has to do with the benefit of them being comics written in English by people who natively speak English. Unlike Korean manwha/webtoons, they don't have to go through the process of translation and localization which can unfortunately cause an otherwise well written manwha to lose its subtleties and specific writing choices due to rushed or poor translating (people who read scanlations of manga and manwha or who even just watch dubbed vs. subbed anime can certainly attest to this.)
With all that in mind, my own personal theory (*again, this is my opinion and tinfoil hat suspicions, not fact) is that Webtoons/Naver has essentially been outsourcing to North America to build up their app through titles like Lore Olympus, and now that that audience has been built, they seem to be bringing in their Korean series to benefit off that audience while reducing the amount of NA Canvas series they greenlight, particularly their most popular genres like Romance, Fantasy, and Action. How much they'll benefit, I can't say for certain, considering this is a company that has been operating in the red for years and IIRC they even practically admit to this in their IPO proposal (it's actually really funny to read if you're familiar with legal jargon and Webtoons as a company)
Fact of the matter though is that despite Webtoons building up that audience through legacy NA titles, they seem to have forgotten one fundamental thing - most of the people in that audience just don't seem to be interested in the content they're now trying to sell. Credit where credit is due, the aggressive marketing campaign surrounding Lore Olympus for the last 5 years did a great job at pulling in new people to the app, many of whom never read webtoons before. In all its flaws, Lore Olympus is very beginner friendly for people who are new to Webtoons, with guilty pleasure romance writing that a lot of NA readers enjoy nowadays and an art style that was very unique at the time.
But out of all those people who were attracted to the app through series like LO, how many do you think are reading Korean manwha? I don't have the numbers to back up this argument 🧂🧂🧂 but I personally doubt it's very many if all the complaints about Webtoons becoming 'samey' over the years is anything to go off of (right alongside the complaints of LO being marketed way too much lmao)
So no, I don't think Webtoons as a company is going anywhere. They've made it this long operating at a loss, mostly in part to their parent company Naver injecting them with funds (and for anyone unaware, Naver is essentially the Google of Korea, they're a massive tech company that owns Webtoons as a separate venture, not too different from Google owning Youtube in a sense) and now they're turning to public funding.
I do think Webtoons as we know it is dying and changing, for better and for worse however you may define it, and regardless of which way it goes, it's going to come with the consequential shift in both audience and creators that such a transformation brings. I was there when it happened to Tapas, I was there when it happened to DeviantArt, and now we're seeing it in real time with Webtoons all over again. Whether or not they rise from the ashes reborn anew or simply fester like a dying animal, that remains to be seen, but considering this is the same company that's currently exploiting and underpaying creators to keep their bottom line afloat, developing AI tools, and running an app that's held together with staples and glue and doesn't even have tagging implemented, I'm not holding my breath for the best case scenario. The company and its app may live on but the Webtoons that we knew for years is long gone and may never return again.
And that's my many cents on that.
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Fucking Virgin! | Popular! G!P Kim Minnie/Nicha Yontarak x Popular! Reader x Virgin! Miyeon
You and Minnie were pretty popular. Everyone in school knew who you guys were, every time you guys came in you were dressed in the most trendiest outfits, hair always looked good, makeup was always gorgeous. People either wanted to be you guys, or fuck you guys but you both belonged to each other.
You and Minnie were your schools it couple and the 2 of you knew that, Minnie would sometimes drag you to an empty classroom just to fuck you. She loved watching you gag on her cock as it hit the back of your throat or the slapping sound that would be heard throughout the whole classroom when she took you from behind.
You both loved each other and that was all that mattered , but you guys also loved your other girlfriend. Miyeon was more on the quiet side, she wasn’t popular like you guys she stayed more to herself not getting involved with the popular crowd. She had a few friends here and there but mainly only hung out with you guys of course.
Miyeon was more well known than popular, people didn’t know if she was dating you guys or just a very close ….“best friend.” You and Miyeon were in the library, you had both gotten passes from your teacher claiming you were going there to study but in reality you guys were making out behind the bookshelves.
A little secluded corner no one would think to even look for you guys, a small area that only the 2 of you knew about because Miyeon was the library assistant. You guys would often come over here to make out or just hangout along with Minnie, but this time it was just you two.
Her hands roamed your body under your shirt while your leg was in between her thighs, you both would moan softly against each other’s lips. her fingers went inside the mini skirt you had worn today playing with the waist band of it, you giggled against her lips as you had figured what she might’ve been trying to do.
You pulled away from her lips looking in her eyes, you knew how bad she wanted to fuck you, but you also knew she had no idea what she was doing. Your sweet girlfriend here was a virgin, you and Minnie despite having sex with each other whenever you two wanted you guys didn’t do that with Miyeon.
Neither of you wanted to push her, wanting it to be her choice when she was ready. So you were ok with just a bit of dry humping and make out sessions, you enjoyed it all especially seeing her cute reactions.
My sweet baby feeling needy?” you asked her looking at her , she said nothing as her fingers made their way to your wetness teasing the entrance. You moaned softly as she bit her lips enjoying seeing your reactions, even if she wasn’t sure what she was doing and how she should do it, all she knew was she wanted to make you feel good. “I’m sure about this…I wanna make you feel good..please help me.”
She looked at you with pleading eyes as her fingers pads circled your clit, making you get wet just from that. You smiled as you let out soft moans indicating she was doing good, yet you still needed her to do more so you could really feel good. “ok..now you can either keep doing this..or you can insert your fingers inside me..is that ok?” you asked her in between soft sighs and pants as she nodded.
She continued to circle your clit slowly but eventually got faster when she got use to the feeling, she loved the feeling of your clit getting wet just from her fingertips it made her wet as she bit her lip. Once she was sure you were wet enough she looked at you for more help, you took her fingers guiding them to your needy hole you moaned as you helped her insert them both inside you.
Your breathing became heavier as you tried to get used to the feeling of her fingers inside you, “ok baby…fuck…your fingers are fucking amazing for this…I can’t believe you’re a fucking virgin…there's no wa-” before you could even finish Miyeon slowly started thrusting her fingers in and out of you making you moan.
She was going slowly since she was scared of hurting you every time you would let out a particularly loud moan or whine causing her to freeze slightly before moving again. You leaned forward and kissed her cheek, “it’s ok baby, it doesn’t hurt. I'm fine I promise, you can go faster” your reassuring words was what she needed.
She gulped as she smiled, her fingers began to slowly but surely pick up speed making you moan for her again. She was in awe of how pretty you looked like this, coming undone on her fingers. Her eyes went down to your boobs she had always wondered how they felt. Sure she’d felt them through your shirt or your bra when you guys would make out, but never without them.
While she sped her fingers up making you moan and whine more she snuck her hands under your shirt and swiftly unclipped your bra all in one swift motion, before you could register what she did a shock of pleasure went through you as her thumb rolled your nipple making you moan even more. Miyeon loved how your moans got louder and continued her assault on your clit and boobs, she felt you get tighter from this making her confused slightly but she didn’t stop her movements.
She noticed you were shaking slightly also making her confused, she racked her brain trying to remember what Minnie and you had told her about sex. All she remembered was tight and clenching while being penetrated or fingered was good so she decided to keep going, even if she didn’t understand the shaking. She took her hand off your breast going to one of your hands holding hoping to ease you, you squeezed her hand and looked in her eyes still moaning.
“I’m close..fuck….you’re gonna make me cum…” you let out between breathy moans this excited miyeon as she went faster making you cry out as you squeezed her hand harder. You let out a loud moan body shaking slightly as you came, Miyeon watched with awe as she watched your face scrunch up slightly.
You looked gorgeous as you orgasmed and your moan made her wetter than she’d like to admit, your chest moved up and down as you tried to catch your breath. Miyeon admired you as you caught your breath making you lean in giving her a gentle kiss. She took her fingers out of you when you pulled away from her you got an idea when you saw how wet her fingers were from fingering you.
“Suck them. Suck your fingers clean baby.” Miyeon listened as she sucked her fingers while you fixed yourself, she loved how you tasted and when she was done her fingers were covered in drool making ou laugh. You kissed her forehead as you both prepared to get ready to go back to class.
It was lunch time now, the 3 of you (Minnie, Miyeon, and you) were all eating in same spot in the library you and miyeon had fucked in earlier. You're on Minnies lap while Miyeon sits next to you both holding one of Minnie’s hands, you decided to tell Minnie about earlier when you had saw her.
This made Minnie hard and she could tell by Miyeon’s face she had something on her mind. “What's on your mind yeonie?” Minnie asked with a teasing undertone as her hand rested on your waist still holding you on her lap, Miyeon bites the inside of her cheek she takes a deep breath as she speaks
“I wanna fuck you both. I’m ready and….I’m already pretty wet for you both.” she admits looking down slightly, both you and Minnie share a look before you both agree getting an idea. Minnie takes your skirt and panties off and urges Miyeon to do the same. You help Minnie out of her pants then taking her boxers off, Miyeons eyes widen making you giggle at her reaction.
Minnie’s fingers circle Miyeon’s clit as you sink down on her moaning at the same time as Miyeon and Minnie. “Wow you really are wet, I wanna see how well you do with my fingers before I see if you can take my cock baby. Watch how y/n rides so then you can understand how to do it ok?” Miyeon nods as you start bouncing up and down on Minnies dick making you both moan.
Minnie inserts her fingers inside of Miyeon making the girl moan, Minnie counts to 3 as she moves fingers in and out of Miyeon slowly sp she can use to it. You began to ride Minnie faster moaning as you did so, Miyeon tried her best to watch but when Minnie’s fingers matched the pace that you were riding her she couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut moaning with you as Minnie’s fingers hit all her spots.
You grabbed Miyeon’s face making her open her eyes forcing her to watch how you rode Minnie. Your boobs went up and down as you rode her, your moans matched with her own moans. “Fuck Miyeonie your pussy feels so amazing around my fingers” Minnie said in between moans, Miyeon wasn’t even listening only focused on the pleasure she was feeling.
Who knew it would feel this good to be fingered? She felt a weird pressure in her stomach build up causing her tighten around Minnie’s fingers, her moans got louder blending with yours and Minnie’s. Minnie could feel how all 3 of you were close, Miyeon started crying as tears went down her face.
You held her hand and moaned loudly as she squeezed it her body shaking as she orgasmed for the first time, it felt amazing to her as well as euphoric. Yours and Minnie’s releases both followed shortly after , the room was filled with pants from the 3 of you. Miyeon had a face of pure bliss still taking in the fact that she had just been fingered as well experiencing her first orgasm, Miyeon was in a state bliss of happiness.
You sucked Minnie’s fingers then Minnie sucked them herself getting hard from Miyeon’s taste, you both shared a look obvious that you both were sharing the same idea. You got off of Minnie, as Minnie laid Miyeon down. She used her jacket and placed it under Miyeon’s head giving her some comfort, Minnie held Miyeon’s hand as she slowly pushed herself inside Miyeon.
Miyeon let out the whiniest moan from the stinging sensation she felt as Minnie stretched her out, more tears fell from her eyes making you came over and kissed her cheeks as Minnie held her hand. “Shh it's ok baby, you’re doing good you don't have to take all of it today.” Miyeon’s breathing became heavy as she got used to Minnie inside her, you swiped the small bit of blood that trickled down her thigh giving her a kiss on her forehead.
Miyeon nodded signaling to Minnie it was ok for her to start moving, Minnie smiled as she began to thrust slowly making Miyeon moan loudly. “Fuck, your pussy is so good. I can’t believe you’re a fucking virgin.” Minnie moaned out her hands flying to Miyeons hips, both of their moans filled the area you guys were in making you get wet from both the sound and the site.
Once Miyeon had gotten use to the pace it was then when you slowly lowered yourself on Miyeon’s face, you knew the girl was good with her tongue since you’ve made out with her and watched how she licked the whipped cream off her strawberry milkshakes you would buy her from her favorite cafe she liked. Miyeon was a bit confused on what to do so you told her stick her tongue which she did.
She started placing licks to your clit whilst moaning against it making you moan from the sensation, it wasn’t long before she made up her own technique of sticking her tongue in and out of you, or sucking your clit moaning against it cause you to get wetter and grind your hips against her tongue. Minnie had started speeding up making Miyeon moan even more as she ate you out, you pulled Minnie in for a kiss both of you moaning against each others lips, Miyeon was close and you both knew it.
You were also close, grinding against Miyeon’s face desperate for a release, Miyeon squeezed your thighs with both hands holding you down on her face against her tongue making you really sit on her face. You screamed thighs shaking as you squirted all over Miyeon’s face, Miyeon practically drank all your fluids as you panted seeing stars.
Shortly after your orgasm , Miyeon let out the most pornographic sound tears flowing out her eyes as she orgasmed , all of this made Minnie cum deep inside miyeon moaning both your names as she did so. You all sat there panting in pure bliss trying to regain your composures.
Minnie pulled out of Miyeon and helped you off Miyeon’s face, she hugged you both as the 3 of you cuddled up to each other. “Who knew you’d be so good at eating pussy baby” you said making Minnie laugh as well as Miyeon smile, “I think I'm addicted…Your pussy tastes better than any candy I've ever had.”
You blushed slightly from her words as you kissed her forehead, “well now I can say I'm not a fucking virgin anymore.” Minnie smiled while you hummed closing your eyes. The 3 of you decided you’d skip your other classes and just enjoy each other like you were now.
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The long awaited Mimin and reader smut everyone has been waiting for! I hope you all like it since it was fun to write. Maybe I’ll write a part 2? But don’t hold your breathes.
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Seriously?
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: When your coworker ditches work early Steve is there to lend a helping hand.
Contains: just fluff here
Word Count: 1.7k
Steve’s taste in music had always been something his classmates raved about, even after he stopped hosting those huge parties. They always talked about how every time he’d host a party or let people hang out at his house he’d have the best, most popular, music on standby.
Although most of his favorite songs were fun, rock songs he could sing along to—and the occasional pop song—Steve also had a soft spot for some songs from the 60s and 70s. They brought him back to the simpler times of his childhood, back to before he had seen how complicated the world really was.
However, he usually liked to keep that information to himself because it was special to him. And since he kept that to himself and a few of his close friends, even if they liked poking fun at him for it—it was no surprise that two weeks after his graduation Tina had asked Steve if she could borrow his best summer-music tape for a party she was hosting while her parents were gone over the weekend.
Tina said she’d stop by Scoops after she was done with it, but her party was two weeks ago. So, that’s how Steve ended up walking across the mall towards Sam Goody’s after his shift, hoping that Tina would be on the closing shift.
That’s when Steve first saw you. You were wiping down the counters, humming along to a Supremes song that played over the store speakers, when he walked in.
Steve’s first thought was that music stores don’t usually play this type of music. Usually, it’s something fun and upbeat because that’s what they’re trying to sell.
Then Steve remembered that he’d seen you once before. A couple weeks ago, after his closing shift, he saw you in the mall parking lot. Well, truthfully, he’d heard you first. You were in your car singing along to an old Supremes song blasting from your car speakers with your windows down.
When he’d gotten to his Beemer, Steve watched as you drove past him in the lot, singing to your heart’s content. He remembered thinking how carefree you looked that night and how pretty he thought you were.
Steve had kept an eye out for you after that night but never had any luck finding you as his eyes searched the crowds of the mall each day during his break. Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard that voice again—“Seriously?” He heard her say under her breath.
“Hey, sorry, but I already closed the register. We’re closed for today.” you said, “You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
“Oh, no. I’m not here to buy anything.” Steve said looking around, “Do you know if Tina’s here tonight? She borrowed one of my tapes for a party and I just wanted to get it back.”
You laughed, Tina had left her shift early with her boyfriend after promising you an IOU for the next time you wanted to leave early.
“No, she’s not here. Left early with her boyfriend.”
“Seriously?” Steve asked.
You weren’t sure if it was his straightforwardness or if it was the way he kind of looked like he needed a friend in that silly-looking sailor hat, but you decided to continue the conversation instead of shooing him out of the store.
“Seriously,” You sighed, holding up the silly IOU cards Tina made for you, “Now I have two of these.”
Steve walked closer to the counter to read them as you placed them on the counter and moved to grab the window cleaning supplies.
“An IOU? She really gave you one of those?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t expect me to ever use them, but I kind of want to just so that she knows she can’t always dump this crap on me and ‘promise’,” you say making air quotes with your fingers, “ that she’ll cover for me.”
You began spraying the front window and continued your rant, “I mean, she barely helps when she is here.”
“I could help you close up the shop if you want?” Steve broached as you wiped the glass.
You stopped, turning around to face the guy you had allowed to stay in the store for maybe a bit too long.
“You would help me?” You asked skeptically.
“Yeah, sure. I mean, I just closed up Scoops Ahoy—which is why I’m still wearing this stupid uniform. But I did it all by myself since Robin had to leave early for some stupid family dinner. Anyway, I just—I know what it’s like and if you want some help just give me the order.”
Steve finished his rambling offer to help with a smile, hoping you’d take him up on his offer.
You stayed silent for a few seconds and narrowed your eyes at him, thinking. But, just when Steve started thinking you were about to kick him out, you smiled.
“You know, I was starting to wonder why you walked in here looking like some discount store sailor. No offense.” You said.
“None taken,” he smiled back and took off his sailor hat, “This wasn’t really my first choice, but I had to get a job somewhere-you know?”
“Yeah, I get that—“ you paused, realizing you didn’t know this guy's name yet and he didn’t know yours, “What’s your name?”
“Steve Harrington,” he said.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Steve Harrington,” you smiled cheekily and then gave him your name.
Steve smiled too, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Well, Steve, if you really want to help, I haven’t swept the floor yet and there’s a broom in the back.”
You went back to wiping the front window and looked back at him after a few seconds. Steve had stopped moving. He had a blank look on his face like he was surprised you accepted his help. Most people just brushed off his offers for help.
“The back room is over there,” you said pointing, “Don’t think that I’ll let you just loiter around in here 'cause you’re nice.”
“Oh, okay,” Steve said, still in a daze.
As Steve walked over to the back room, the song over the stereo changed and you started humming along as you returned to your work.
You could hear him moving around when you suddenly heard another voice quietly humming with you.
You stopped and looked at Steve. He was quietly humming to the song and moving around the store as he swept.
In that moment, you could feel your heart squeeze at the sight. You barely knew anything about him, but there was something so endearing about Steve and the way he wanted to help you for nothing in return.
He had surprised you. You didn’t think you were ready to like someone new, but there Steve was. Helping you out, on a Friday night nonetheless, in all his kindness.
Steve looked up at you when he realized you’d stopped humming. And just when you thought he couldn’t have shocked you more, he stopped humming and began to sing along-trying to coax you into joining him.
It took you a minute to let the moment sink in. With anyone else you would have passed it off as a joke, but Steve had disarmed you. So you joined him, singing along to your heart's content in an odd duet sort of way.
Soon enough, the two of you had cleaned the store and finished the rest of the closing duties, singing the whole time.
“That was fun,” you said, turning off the music and grabbing your bag from the counter, heading towards the doors.
“Yeah,” he said as he watched you lock the door for the night.
“Thanks—for the help I mean.” You said looking towards Steve.
“It’s no problem, I’m glad to help.” Steve said, “Can I walk you to your car?”
He looked a little nervous when he asked. It was almost like he was scared you’d say no, but instead, you smiled at him.
“Sure,” you said.
So you started walking out of the mall, in step with Steve.
The walk to your car was surprisingly quiet. You couldn’t figure out what you should be talking about and Steve didn’t say anything either. He seemed to be lost in thought whenever you glanced over at him.
You thought the two of you had a lot of fun tonight. A small part of you thought that you could become friends with Steve, and an even smaller part thought about liking him as more than a friend if you got to know him better.
It felt a little silly thinking about it, but he helped you and made you feel better.
But by the time you’d gotten to your car, neither of you had said a word.
“Well, thanks for walking with me. I guess I’ll see you around,” you said unlocking your car.
“Wait, umm…” Steve said before trailing off.
“Yeah?” You looked at him, waiting.
He took a small breath and continued, “You remember how you said you wanted to use those IOU cards Tina made you?”
You nodded, wondering what exactly he was going to say.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Fourth of July fair with me—maybe use one of those IOUs to get off work early?” Steve asks.
“We could play the games and go on some rides,” he continued, “The food’s not too bad as long as you don’t think about how greasy it actually is. I was thinking we could get to know each other better…”
“Are you asking me, as a date? Serious?” You asked, almost not believing your ears.
“Yeah, I thought it could be fun,” Steve said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “So, what do you think?”
You broke into a smile, “I think I would like that a lot.”
Steve looked so relieved when you accepted. He had smiled a few times already, but this smile was brighter than all the rest and it made you glad.
That must have been what he was thinking about on the walk to your car.
“Cool. Awesome. I can write out the details and bring them to you on my lunch break tomorrow if that's okay?” Steve offers.
“That’d be great Steve,” you said, “And maybe I could stop by Scoops on my break. I’ve been meaning to stop in too—see what flavors you guys have.”
“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Steve said, “Drive safe.”
“You too,” you said before getting into your car to leave.
You weren’t quite sure what going on a date with Steve Harrington would bring. But, you did know that you were excited for something and it felt good to look forward to something again.
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Episode 2 : Chats
a/n: episode 2! thank you for so much love on the first imagine, i really do appreciate you all. here is part two, trying to make it a bit more interesting lol but the ending is awful, next part will be better, anyways enjoy reading loves🩰
“should we go over to the swing? i want to know more about you” you nodded your head and smiled. Mason grabbed ahold of your hand and the two of you headed over to the swing.
you sat down on the swing and he sat opposite you, now you were alone you could finally have a good look at him and you were in shock at how pretty he was. now, you’ve had crushes in the past but he was practically perfect. “so, tell me about yourself then y/n. what do you do for work and how old are you? ” Mason said as he got comfortable on the swing.
“well, i’m an influencer and model and im 22.” Mason wasn’t shocked that you were a model, you were absolutely stunning. when he first made his way down the steps his eyes were fixated on you. you were utterly perfect and he couldn’t believe someone like you was on love island, not that it was a bad thing but how could someone like you be single?
“that doesn’t surprise me, you’re beautiful” he said making you blush brightly. “thank you” you smiled at him “what do you do for work? and how old are you?” you said as you tucked your hair behind your ear. “i’m a footballer and i’m 25” you nodded “what team do you play for?” you were honestly still in a little bit of shock that Mason had picked you, he was so good looking and even though you were pretty the other girls were just as beautiful.
“yeah, i play for Man United” your eyes widened, you thought maybe he would say a team you didn’t know but you did not expect that to come out of his mouth. “i know, embarrassing that a footballer is on love island” Mason didn’t know why but he was a embarrassed. he was quite popular and that wasn’t him being big headed but he felt like every girl was just using him for his money.
“no i don’t think it is, you shouldn’t be embarrassed for wanting to find someone” he felt at ease after you said that, he wanted to impress you because he felt a connection “so, what’s your type y/n” he ran a hand through his hair, the two of you hadn’t broke eye contact since you’d been sat here.
“i like someone who’s taller than me, older, tanned, has tattoos, athletic.” you had practically described him and he was happy about that. “what about you? what’s your usual type?”
“i don’t have a usual type really, i’m open to everyone” you nodded, you thought it was a good outlook to have. “it’s good that you’re open to everyone, it shows maturity i think.” Mason went to talk before you heard the sound of a phone chime and Molly called out saying she had gotten a text.
she was sat on the day beds with Tommy and the two of you looked at her as she stood up getting everyones attention. “islanders, tonight you will have a party to celebrate this series of love island. #getthispartystarted” you all cheered and decided it was time you should start getting ready.
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you were in the dressing room doing your makeup next to Amber and Anna. “so girls how’s your chats been with your boys?” Anna said as she straightened her hair. “Curtis isn’t my type at all but he’s sweet. nothing would ever happen between us though. i hope someone comes in for me though” Amber said as she stuck on her eyelashes.
“you are beautiful and someone will definitely come in for you Amber” you said as you applied your eyeliner. “how was your chat with Mason, he seems really into you” Amber replied and you smiled at the thought. “he is very pretty. he’s really sweet and he was really interested in getting to know me but i guess that’s what you do on love island” they both laughed.
“the two of you make a perfect pair” Anna said. “how are you and Ovie?” she groaned “he is so hot i can’t get over it” you and Amber agreed, you nodded your head. “i’m going to get to know him more and see where things go” she continued.
“what were you girls thinking of wearing?” Chloe said as she came into the dressing room from the bathroom. “well, i’m thinking of this dress, it’s one of my favourites” you said getting up to show the leopard print dress. “oh my goodness that is perfect, Mason is going to love it” Chloe said and the other girls agreed.
you had all done your hair and makeup to perfection, definitely trying to impress the boys on the first night which you all succeeded. when you all finally came out of the villa into the garden all of the boys whistled at the sight of you.
you all grabbed a glass of wine and split off with your partners, you and Mason sat on the day beds next to each other. “so, you model and you’re an influencer, what do you like to do in your free time?” Mason was thinking of things to ask you. “i love makeup, very into fashion so when im free i go to Paris and visit the House of Dior exhibition with my friends which may seem weird but i love it” he listened intently as you spoke about things that you loved.
“i also love shopping, going to the gym, painting and travelling. what about you? other than football what do you like to do?” you asked “i love the gym obviously, i play video games, i love watching the formula 1 and i love to travel too” you almost squealed with joy when you heard he loved to travel.
it was one of your favourite things to do. “where have you been? and where would you like to go?” you asked as you took a sip of your drink “i’ve been to pretty much all the main places you go to when travelling like Australia, America, Japan, South Korea, Bali. what about you?” he felt at ease when he spoke to you and this had never happened to him before.
“the same, Australia is my favourite. i think if i could live anywhere in the world it would be there, but i don’t think i could leave my family just to live there” he nodded his head “is your family important to you then?” he almost shook his head at the silly question but you smiled.
“very important. my mum is my best friend, im very close with my siblings and cousins too. i have two nieces as well who are the cutest thing ever. to be honest its going to be weird not seeing them for however long i’m in here for. i see them practically every day” you loved your family and he could see that by the way you spoke about them.
“you have two nieces? so do i” another thing you bonded over “no way? isn’t that crazy, we like almost all the same things and now we have bonded over our nieces” you both laughed “i miss them so much. i moved to Manchester last year and they live in portsmouth so that’s like an almost five hour drive which is hard for them. i went from seeing them every other week to seeing them every other month” even though he loved Manchester he wished his family was closer.
“that must be really difficult for you. i don’t want to sound rude but do you not get lonely? i assume you live alone” he shook his head “that’s not rude at all. yeah, i live alone and that does get pretty lonely. i mean i have my dog Max and i have friends up there but there’s nothing like coming home to someone you know? that’s why i’ve come on here, to find someone so im not lonely” you felt sad for him, he had been living in Manchester for almost a year meaning he must have been feeling like this for all that time.
“i’m not going trying to jinx it but maybe i could be that person?” you cringed at what you had just said and pulled a face making Mason laugh, you had gone bright red. “sorry that was disgusting i cannot believe i just said that” you laughed at yourself which made Mason laugh even harder.
“no don’t say that, that was a good one until you made that face. who said i didn’t want you to be that person?” he flirted which made you feel better. his eyes flickered to your lips then back up to your eyes. “do you mind if i kiss you?” you shook your head at his comment. he lent in, one of his hands going to your cheek as he kissed you. the kiss was filled with passion, it almost made you dizzy. he was a good kisser. a very good kisser.
you both pulled away, breathless but in awe at how amazing that first kiss was. you had never had a kiss like that before and it was the first night? no one had ever kissed you as passionately as him. “wow, that was just, incredible” he said making you drop your head as you blushed.
“why did you decide to pick me then? out of the girls why me?” you were curious, i wasn’t that you were insecure or anything but you just wanted to know why “why was i the only boy you stepped forward for?” he retaliated. he was quick witted which took you by surprise.
“i stepped forward because you were the only boy i seemed to have an attraction too. none of the other boys are my type and so far you’re ticking every box. and you’re very very attractive” you shrugged and he nodded, he felt his face heat up as you spoke about him. “well, i picked you because when i walked down them steps i was honestly mesmerised by you. i was in shock at how pretty you were and you’re the only person i wanted to get to know” you also blushed at his comment.
you felt giddy “let’s see how this goes then, who knows you could be the love of my life” you joked making him laugh. “maybe you could be” you both smiled at one another and as you made eye contact with him you felt your body filling with this feeling you’d never felt before, you felt bonded to him, like you needed to get to know him more and you were going to do just that. you just hoped no one else would feel this way about Mason too.
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hii i love your writing style so much can you do a chanyoung x fem reader where reader purposely flirts with chanyoung just to annoy chief ji's daughter but after some time chanyoung confronts you and wants it to become real. thank youu <33
"Serious"
Warnings : smut, semi-public???, slight hair pulling, barely proofread
Pairings : Chan-young x F!reader
A/N : IM IN HELL, I apologize for the wait, I gots to make a schedule. But here's an update, there's slight Romance at the end?? Idk it's romantic 2 me
You were used to being the center of attention, during your life before this you were a celebrity, I mean you were really pretty, popular, and rich. Now here you are, in a world where status doesn't even matter anymore, yet this one girl, that annoying piece of crap had some type of status in this haven.
Ye-seul had this obsession with Chan-young, a baseball player who's currently serving his mandatory time, you've met him once at one of his baseball games and they let you pitch the first ball, clips of him teaching you how to pitch went viral among fans. You've never talked to him outside of that, but ye-seul being the delusional fan she was, they had it out for you, especially when you arrived at the shelter.
You just couldn't let her talk however she wanted to you or harass Chan-young, so you flirted with him in front of her for weeks just to piss her off. It's funny to see how she would react depending on the bold statements you would say. Many times getting reactions out of him, his reactions were so cute you would have never thought a man with so many fans would react nervously or so blushy to what you thought was basic flirting or joking around.
Chan-young had a nice face, such a mix of cuteness and attractiveness was mind-blowing, the more you saw him the more you wanted to play around with him. His pleading-like looks, his personality, and his build got to your brain. You would give up anything just to get a taste of him, but you held back because you wanted to continue playing around.
"Hey, can I talk to you"
You heard a voice from behind you breaking your thoughts causing you to turn around to see Chan-young. You nod and get up to follow him to a nearby hall, lifting a blanket that was placed there to dry. You didn't even realize he had grabbed your shoulders and pushed against the hallway wall.
"Are you just playing with me or are you serious"
Damn. You started to think you must have gotten on his nerves with how you acted towards him, but then again maybe he wanted it.
"Why, do you want it to be serious?"
You replied with a slight smile on your face, thank god you were good at acting because you were nervous, I mean you've never seen him so serious while talking to you.
"Yes...I want it to be serious. Don't you understand, I like the attention you give me, I don't want this to just be some fun game"
Fun game? At first, it was just to piss that girl off but you ended up being very honest with the way you flirted with him. Hearing him say he wanted to be serious was good enough for you, you've always been a bold and up-front person, but his confronting you made you want to hear him talk about it just a little more before you did what you wanted.
"Fuck.. I mean I know you don't like ye-seul but tell me you're just not playing around with me. I'm serious about you."
That's it, it's close to what you want to hear, his hands still on ur upper arm, maybe it was the look on his face, the more impatient he got, the happier you got. You couldn't hold back anymore, Your boldness increased due to the current situation.
"Then make it serious"
You grabbed his face to mash his lips against yours, and his hands quickly moved from your upper arm to your waist, pulling your body more into his. His hand placement was just right, making this situation feel 10 times more attractive than it already was. Your makeout session went on for a while, and it went on violently as y'all both fought over control. Being that his body was pressed against you, you could tell how excited he was due to the hardness against your lower body, impulsively but rightfully you slid your hand down his body to the spot.
"We..we can't do this here"
He automatically said after noticing you were getting more into it, it's not like he wouldn't mind but there were people close, and things could get outta hand if y'all got caught. You, on the other hand, were down, no matter what, if people could hear, let them hear, if y'all got caught "yolo" is what you thought.
"We can...plus I don't think you want to walk out of here like that"
It would be completely noticeable if he walked into the main area struggling against his pants. You'd rather fuck here than wait forever, there was a blanket that was left to dry that was covering the hall, so it's not like anyone would see, you hoped anyway.
Chan-young took a minute to think about this though, but hell, he would get to let everyone know indirectly that you were his. The idea of the people who wanted to get with you, being disappointed by the idea of you getting smashed in some hall by someone else.
Without any more hesitation, he went straight back to kissing you before trailing down the side of your face to your neck, leaving big noticeable marks as he kissed and licked at your neck. You slid your hands down to his body until you got to his waist, pausing before you reached for his belt. Unbuckling his belt was your main focus, well it would have been if you weren't pushed harder against the wall and again, his body, your focus going back to his hard spot rubbing against you.
"Fuck being kind and slow with it" you quickly came to realize, plus you would want to hurry anyways due to the drying blanket being your only privacy, to be honest, you were kind of into it. You went straight back to your mission to unbuckle his belt, successfully unbuckling it, and slipped your hand into his now loose pants, attempting to wrap your fingers around him, earning a sweet sound from him.
Chan-young isn't one to rush, he's known for his all-round patience with others, but right now? He couldn't wait to get inside of you. The little to no space between you two made it hard for you to fully wrap around him, at this point you were just messing around with his tip while he pressed against your stomach.
Patience? That's starting to decrease by the second as he continues to moan against the marks he made on your skin, one of his hands going up to grip your hair.
"Fuck.."
He repeated a few times against your skin, he couldn't think of what to do next, all he knew was that he wanted to be one with you in the quickest way possible. An exchange of a few facial expressions was all he needed to continue; As if you were an opponent, he made you face away from him, and now the only thing you could see was the blank concrete wall in front of you. You placed one of your hands on the wall for support, Chan-young, on the other hand, was behind you pulling off your underwear, and leaving the skirt. You wouldn't have imagined someone with such an innocent face would have the boldness to make a relationship real, nor screw you in a hallway, this was on another level of excitement. Damn man, if you knew this would have happened you would have been asked him to be official
Chan-young gripped your hips tightly as he entered you with quickness, making you yelp, with that reaction he knew to start slow, the sounds you made sounded so soft and sweet to him, only making him desire more but all he could do was hold back for the time being. You could only cover your mouth with your free hand, you were sure that anyone close would be able to hear you, the thought was pretty exciting. Chan-young pacing himself couldn't have made this any better, all this excitement made you grip around Chan even more. A moan and a slight laugh came out of his mouth when he realized your excitement, his grip getting even tighter on your waist, you were sure it would leave marks.
"You like that? Speak up, let everyone know how much you enjoy this, you want them to know don't you..?"
He said in that soft-ass tone, Well..yes! Of course, you wanted to let everyone know that's your man, especially that dog-faced bitch. The hand you had barely closing your mouth went to the wall, and nodding was all you could think of doing, for someone so brave a few minutes ago there was little to no dominance or confidence at the moment.
"Good to know.."
With no prior warning, he quickened his pace, causing the hallway to be filled with the sounds of your voice and the sounds of skin-to-skin. You tried to grip the nonexistent ridges of the wall, your hands balling into a fist. Chan-young didn't let up with this pace, especially now, you being louder than before. The overstimulation was kicking your ass, I mean, letting everyone know he was yours? this position, his pace, just him in general. This high couldn't be replaced with anything else.
"Chan...please, I can't.."
Those words were repeated, as he slid one of his hands up your body to grip the back of your hair, his grip was nice and tight. You, on the other hand, were in a daze, you couldn't even think straight, you wouldn't even be surprised you found yourself drooling or foaming from the mouth at this point, your eyes started rolling to the back of your head as you got closer to your climax. Chan-young was getting close, you could tell from his pace getting a little slower, it wasn't long before you reached your climax. Chan-young followed, coating your insides with warmth.
"Shit..."
After a few minutes, y'all tried to fix yourselves up, putting your clothes back in their respective places, to at least walk out to go clean up, even if people could hear you, you didn't want to look that messed up, even though your legs were shaking. Seeing that you were struggling to stand Chan-young squatted down in front of you signaling you to get on his back. You got onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms went under your legs.
As y'all left the hallway y'all talked about your relationship, each other, and the future. As if nothing had ever happened in the hall you both talked romantically turning the hot situation into a sweet heartfelt moment, even helping each other wash off afterward. Chan-young is one sweet man, especially when it comes to you, the more you stick around each other the more you fall for him, you were sure, no matter what happens you were going to be there for him, and he was going to be there for you.
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fluffy haired gamer boy ~ ranboo
word count: 2056
request?: yes!
“Oooo i saw you said you might write for Ranboo. I was wondering if I could request something. I've been having a rough few days and kinda just want some comfort fluff involving him if you could. You don't have to if you dont want to”
description: in which they’re a popular twitch streamer and their fans like to make jokes about their fellow gamer boyfriend
pairing: ranboo x gender neutral!reader
warnings: swearing, absolutely no plot other than fluff
masterlist (one, two, three)
(i just wanna note i started writing this before ranboo came out as nb and using he/they pronouns, for the sake of consistency and for the title i came up with beforehand i am using he/him pronouns and referring to him as “boyfriend”)
Behind every popular Twitch streamer is their fluffy haired, gamer boyfriend who brings just a sense of wholesomeness to every stream they are a part of.
I laughed at this once when it was brought up by a friend of mine as we were streaming one night.
“Not me!” I said, because I was an idiot and thought I was special. Because, at this point in time, I didn’t even have any plans on getting in a relationship. Even if I did, I wasn’t going to be public with my relationship. I was so sure that if I were to date someone, they wouldn’t be famous in the same way I was and I wouldn’t want to ruin their privacy by putting them out there for my hundreds of thousands of followers to see and harass and never leave alone.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I met Ranboo for the first time after being invited to join the Dream SMP. I wasn’t much of a Minecraft fan and had no idea about the whole “SMP” stuff that had gotten so big on Twitch, but I decided to give it a try. Even if it was just one time to say that I did it. And I had become online friends with a few of the Dream SMP members, so I felt comfortable being brought into this world for the first time.
I don’t know what it was about him, but I was drawn to Ranboo almost immediately. I could barley form a sentence whenever I was talking to him. Every time he laughed, my heart would do a flip in my chest. As much as I wasn’t into Minecraft, I started putting up with playing it more just so I could spend time with him.
The day he messaged me asking if I wanted to call, just the two of us, no streaming and no video games, I almost jumped for joy. Quite literally.
And then, when he did call, he managed to make me feel so many emotions all at once.
“Hey,” I said when I answered his Discord call. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” he responded. Even with just the one word, I could tell something was going on.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah! Yeah, everything is fine. I just...” He took a deep breath. This seriousness was starting to worry me. “I really like you, (Y/N). I’ve been enjoying getting to talk to you when we’re gaming together, but I want to have more than that. Like...more than friendship, even. And I know that’s a lot to ask when this is our first time talking outside of streaming, but I needed to tell you.”
I was silent for just a moment, before I started to laugh. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I think I was just so shocked by his confession that I had no idea how else to react.
“Ouch,” I heard him mutter to himself.
“No!” I said, finally regaining myself. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not laughing at you. It’s just...I feel the same way about you. I have since we met, actually.”
We both laughed together upon realizing our similar situations.
That was the start of our relationship. We kept it a secret from our audiences for the first few months. It wasn’t hard when we lived in different states, so we weren’t physically together, and we didn’t act much different when we were playing together than we had before we started dating. The cat was let out of the bag when Ranboo came to surprise me at home, not realizing i was mid-stream when he did. We thought we could get around it by me ending the stream before anyone could see him, but unfortunately we didn’t take into account that my viewers would hear him. But, our fans were ecstatic with excitement when we finally confirmed we were together, and we were slightly relieved to not have to hide anymore.
But, with the fans finding out came the usual teasing from them. Someone found the clip of me and my friend talking about how I’ll never have a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend and started circulating it on Twitter. It became a running joke in my fandom. I couldn’t escape the damn clip.
Especially when I was streaming with Ranboo.
One night while we were streaming, my chat was just constantly filled with the quote I had said from the video.
“I’m going to shut off my chat at this rate,” I commented, only half joking.
“Why? What are they saying?” Ranboo asked.
“They’ve taken an old clip from one of my streams and made it the fandom joke. My entire chat is just them quoting the clip. It’s only, like, five seconds long, but at this rate it’s the longest five seconds of my life.”
There was no response to this. We were playing a game together, and it took me a moment to realize his character wasn’t moving either.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he responded.
“Okay, sure, I totally believe that.”
He was silent again. A quick glance to my chat gave me the answer: he was trying to find the clip on Twitter.
“Do not look up the clip!” I said, although I knew I was powerless at this point. He was in a completely different state, already in the process of looking for it on Twitter. I had no way of stopping him unless I was somehow able to get to his house hours away within a matter of seconds.
“Your viewers are so mean, they’re tagging me in tweets that include the clip,” he said, a light laugh in his voice.
I groaned and rolled my eyes.
Seconds of silence passed as Ranboo watched the video. I heard him chuckle slightly, then chuckle again as I assumed the video re-started.
“Is this what they keep quoting?” he asked.
“The part where I say I won’t be getting a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend? Yeah, that’s what my chat is full of right now.”
Well, actually, at that moment my chat was full of my viewers either apologizing over the fact that he had now seen the video, or laughing about the fact that he had. Twitch chats are the worst, let me tell you.
“How long ago was this before we met?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even remember saying it until someone tweeted the clip at me, like, the week after we announced we were dating.”
“Someone in my chat says it was a few weeks beforehand.”
“Y’all keep track of this?!” I asked my chat in disbelief. “How do you guys know that?!”
“The date on the VOD, I’d assume.”
“Okay, but still. You guys are scary.”
I managed to get the attention back to the game, mainly because we had forgotten to pause and Ranboo’s character was getting killed. I veered away from the topic of the video and tried to keep Ranboo distracted with the game. My chat, however, was a lost cause. They were still reveling in the fact that he had finally seen the clip. It seemed that this was going to be the new thing for my viewers to spam and meme me with.
When we finished playing, Ranboo said he was going to stay streaming for a bit because he was set to play with someone else. I could feel my eyes starting to burn from the strain of looking at my computer for so long (one of, if not the biggest downsides to being a streamer) so I decided to call it a night.
“I’ll call you when I’m finished streaming?” Ranboo asked.
“Yeah! I’ll be up for another while,” I responded.
The chat filled with messages about how cute we were - both positive ones and playful disgust ones.
We ended our Discord call and I said goodbye to my chat before shutting down my stream. I rubbed my tired eyes, trying to get some moisture back into them to help with the strained feeling, before getting up from my desk.
After streaming for a long time, I tried to stay away from screens for at least an hour. This included watching anything on my TV. So I decided to make something to eat, playing some music in the background so it wasn’t so quiet in my apartment. Once I finished eating, I went to get a quick shower, and then pulled on my pajamas and got into bed to start reading. I was starting to nod off when my phone started playing the tone for a Discord call. I placed my book on my nightstand and rolled over onto my side to answer it.
“You’re done playing already?” I asked.
“It was just a few rounds of Life,” he responded. “They wanted to play something else, but I wanted to call you before you went to bed.”
“Awe,” I teased.
He laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m cute. I know.”
I chuckled. I shifted under the covers to settle into my bed more. I had a feeling I was going to fall asleep during the call, which usually happened. I knew Ranboo would just hang up once he realized I was asleep.
“So,” he said, “you weren’t planning to have a gamer boyfriend, huh?”
I groaned and rolled my eyes, which made him laugh. “God, I hate that clip. It was funny at first, but now everyone spams me with it as if it’s the funniest shit they’ve ever seen. Like, I get it! I ended up with the exact thing I said I wasn’t going to have!”
“It’s just so ironic. Especially that you said it weeks before we met.”
I rolled onto my back and covered my face with my hands. “I had no intentions of dating when I said it. I’ve never really had a serious relationship, and I wasn’t about to have a public one with another streamer. Twitch relationships are full of all sorts of drama. Except for Ludwig and QT, but he’s a YouTube streamer now so it doesn’t count.”
“For the record, I also wasn’t planning to be in a relationship. I especially didn’t expect to meet someone through Minecraft of all games.”
I chuckled. “Really? Are you telling me Minecraft isn’t the ideal dating site?”
“No, I prefer Club Penguin. I used to get so many bitches on there.”
We laughed together. I looked up at the ceiling and felt my eyes beginning to droop. I wouldn’t have long till I was completely passed out, but I didn’t want to end the phone call just yet. I know I was streaming with him for hours beforehand, but there was a difference between talking to Ranboo while we were streaming and talking to him personally. I didn’t want to end our personal time just yet, even though my body was screaming at me that it was time for sleep.
“I’m glad you didn’t completely close your mind to the idea of - what did they call me? A fluffy haired gamer boyfriend,” he said.
I chuckled. “Yeah, that’s the term exactly.”
“What does that even mean? Why is it so specific of a distinction?”
“Well, think of some of the people you’ve played with. Like...I don’t know...Karl. He’s a wholesome gamer boy with hair that’s considered fluffy. It’s, like, a whole genre of gamer men who aren’t toxic. That’s usually the type of person that other streamers end up with. It’s like the whole golden retreiver-black cat best friend dynamic I told you about once.”
“I still don’t understand how I’m a golden retriever.”
“You don’t have to understand, you just are.”
“Anyways,” he said, “as I was saying. I’m glad that you didn’t close your mind to the idea of a fluffy hair gamer boyfriend. Otherwise I wouldn’t have stood a chance. So, I guess there is some positives to stereotypes and whatnot.”
I sleepily smiled to myself. “I guess there’s not.”
“You sound like you’re falling asleep.”
I had lost the fight in keeping my eyes open. I was just barely registering anything Ranboo was saying to me. I tried to say something back, but it just came out as incoherent mumbling. I heard him chuckle and wish me a goodnight before I let the sleep take me over.
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V. WE’RE GOING SWIMMING
All Eyes on Me masterlist
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I crept back into the hotel room as quietly as I could, sneaking into the little kitchenette so I could put the sandwich I bought for Brie away. As I was putting the bag into the small fridge, I heard something behind me. I spun around, ready to fight - or flee, really - and came face to face with Brie, who had her phone out and was smirking.
"Jesus, you scared me half to death." I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her.
"I see that." She peeked over my shoulder and her eyes lit up. "Is that for me?"
"Yeah." I breathed, turning around and grabbing it before handing it over to her. "I hope you like it. I wasn't sure what to get so I just got something simple."
"I'll eat almost anything. I'm like a human garbage disposal."
I looked her up and down as she put her phone on the counter and dug around inside the bag.
"Where does it all go, though? You're all muscle."
"I work out a lot." She said, her face stuffed with the sandwich I had gotten for her.
I shook my head, chuckling at her, when I noticed her phone was unlocked and there was a picture on the screen.
"What's that?" I pointed to it and she let out a soft hum of questioning before her eyes followed my own to her phone.
"An iPhone."
"The picture, smart ass." I reached out and took it, my jaw dropping at what I was seeing.
"Surprise, I guess." She spoke between bites.
"This ... this isn't good. This looks not good, Brie."
It was a photo of Elizabeth and myself at lunch. We really looked like we were enjoying ourselves but it also looked like a date. We were sitting rather close and she was very animated; very touchy and it seemed as though we were more than friendly.
And they figured out who I was. Oh no.
"Your chat is gonna have a field day with you, babes."
"They're gonna eat me alive." I groaned, placing her phone back down on the counter.
"I can't wait to see that." She smiled, scarfing down the rest of her sandwich.
"Brie, this isn't funny. This looks like ..."
"A date?" She offered and I nodded pathetically. "It's obvious it's not a date - she's married. She would be a fool to go out on a date in public."
"We know it wasn't a date, but look how close we're sitting. Oh gosh." I rubbed my hand over my face before looking up at Brie again, who was still smiling.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're about to blow up, baby."
"Huh?" What was she talking about?
"You were just seen out with one of Marvel's biggest stars."
"You're one of Marvel's biggest stars." I softly reminded her.
"Yes, but she's a star right now. 'Multiverse of Madness' is a hit, Scarlet Witch is bigger now than she's ever been before - and you just had lunch with her."
My eyes widened in realization at what she was saying, shaking my head desperately in denial.
"No, no, I-I'm not -!"
"You're an influencer now! Get out there and influence!"
"Brie, I don't want this responsibility. I'm just a streamer. I sit in my room and play video games, that's it."
"You're more than that now." She grabbed me gently by the shoulders. "You can do great things. That charity stream was just the beginning. Use this publicity to do all the things you wanted to do."
"You make it sound like I should use her popularity for my own gain."
"I didn't say that." But the look in her eyes said differently. "No matter where you go from here, I know I can't wait to watch your next stream where your chat goes absolutely apeshit."
I groaned, momentarily forgetting about how they would all react. They knew about my crush on Elizabeth, but seeing me with her was a completely different story.
"I'm afraid to stream now."
"They're gonna be happy for you." She said, her smirk almost hiding a hint of emotion in her eyes, her voice laced with a slight bitterness I didn't understand. "They're gonna be proud of you for finally landing your dream girl."
"I didn't land anything." I pulled away from her and walked over to one of the chairs at the small table, sitting down in it. "I don't even know why this conversation is a thing - we're just friends. We're all just friends!"
A flash of hurt colored her face before she snapped back to the present and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Maybe so," she leaned against the counter. "But I still say you get what you can out of this."
"She's my friend. I'm not gonna do that."
She shrugged, her shoulders dropping with relaxation.
"Enough of this Lizzie talk. Let's go for a swim in the pool."
"I don't really feel like swimming." I grumbled when my phone went off, indicating I got a text.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked to see who messaged me - Lizzie.
"What'd she say?" Brie asked, apparently realizing who it was at the look on my face.
"She said she's sorry."
"That's it?"
I shot Brie a look before returning my attention to my phone, typing out a response to her quickly. No, that hadn't been all. She hoped that this incident wouldn't affect our friendship and she asked if she could see me again before I left so she could apologize in person.
"So no pool?"
I sighed and looked up at her.
"Brie, I don't even have a bathing suit."
"So go out in your undies. It's the same thing."
"Elizabeth is coming to talk to me in person." I finally spoke, my eyes glued to my shoes.
It was quiet for a moment before Brie spoke again.
"Tell her to bring her bathing suit then, 'cos we're going swimming."
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Billy was looking particularly majestic that night but maybe it was the edible Steve had taken.
Squinting through the slightly blurry see-saw the world had briefly shifted into, Billy was wearing a t shirt for The Jam and was dancing like a 1980s punk. He was sober in a way Steve wasn’t, amped up more on adrenaline than drug use. Flailing wildly back into the crowd, arms swinging.
That was just college, Steve supposed. Previous small town popularity by an abrasive Marxist(?) who used words Steve hadn’t heard outside of 1950s detective films. The lustre of Steve “The Hair” Harrington had been relegated to watching Guardians of the Galaxy on a Friday night and ignoring the horror of the Disney corporation.
They’d somehow all gone to the same college after high school, all of Steve’s old crew and adversaries (bar Nancy who went Ivy League and Jason who Steve was pretty sure had become a moderately successful drag queen.)
So, Steve could see everyone from the class of 2023 scattered across the club, particularly Eddie who had assigned himself as Billy’s best friend and was shouting Lord Of The Rings quotes at anyone who looked at him funny.
And of course he could see Billy, but really who couldn’t. The man was hard to miss.
Deciding to just ride the high out, Steve snunk off to the bar and decided to scroll through tiktok, occasionally snickering at a particularly ridiculous video, sending them to Robin or Carol and generally trying to not fall off the bar stool. That shit hurt.
He was content staying there until Carol wanted to go when he felt someone behind him, a little to his right. Judging by the cologne just dripping off him in spades, Steve immediately knew who it was.
Billy took a seat next to him and ordered a water. His hair was held up into an unruly bun by a pin with an opossum on it. Frankly, he was a weirdo but so was Steve.
They’d both gotten over the animosity in high school like 9 months ago so Steve wasn’t expecting a fight. Neither was he expecting what the part of his brain that watched too much porn wanted.
Billy inched slightly closer towards his seat and turned to him, clearly expecting to make some sort of conservation. Steve’s high brain scrambled to keep up.
“So, how’s things been Harrington?”
The tone was casual. Casual was Steve’s middle name. Not Joshua.
“I’M FINE HOW ARE YOU!” Steve shouted, then realised he’d shouted it as Billy and about half the club winced.
He then repeated what he’d just yelled, but in a whisper.
Billy looked both slightly stunned and heavily amused.
“I’m good Harrington, you seem like you’re a bit spacey though”
Steve attempted to nod but got distracted by the colour of Billy’s eyes. They were such a pretty blue.
“Come on Steve, time to get you back to your room.”
He grabbed Steve’s hand in a firm grip and suddenly they were moving. Billy made some hand signals to Carol, she sent a thumbs up and Steves face was blasted with the night air.
It was probably about midnight. The only other people out were students walking to and fro from bars and campus. People like Billy and Steve.
The lift wasn’t working so they had to walk up four flights of stairs, Billy semi carrying Steve by the third floor. Steve briefly felt like the lead in a romance novel then felt stupid for thinking that.
Billy led him into his room and they played Mario Kart with a large pizza for a good hour before Steve passed out. On Billy.
He was still there when Steve woke up. Hovering next to the bed with a slightly worried expression on his face, presumably because he’d thought Steve had greened out last night.
Steve gave a thumbs up to indicate that yes the high had pretty much passed.
They stood in front of each other, Steve still in his pyjamas and then Steve’s dumb brain decided to give Billy a remarkably chaste kiss.
As a thank you.
Because he was an idiot.
Evidently Billy didn’t mind because he kissed him back, very intensely.
That morning was Steve’s favourite in college thus far.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove ficlet#mini psa but if you experience any form of psychosis be so so careful with edibles#cw drug use#like the entirety of this fic Steve is high please don’t read if that’s an issue#the jam is far superior to the clash fight me
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