#someone fan me and bring me a napkin

[anyaxbill]

Bill Skarsgård for Esquire June 2024 [unedited here]

[jaylver]

WIN ONE WIN ME — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

PAIRINGS: ice hockey player!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, college sports au, romance

WARNING(S): profanities, violence (fight), suggestive content (no smut), heeseung is a retired fuckboy turned good + y/n is a party goer, drinking, partying, jake being a footballer aka a soccer player ( NOT american football )

WC: 14k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aaaa it's finally here ! hope y'all enjoyed it and PLEASE let me know how it was, give me some feedbacks and thoughts, it's been A LONGG WHILE since i've been writing so i'm worried i'll be crusty. anyway, enjoy !

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“I'M SO NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE,”

Friday nights were always preoccupied by hockey and hockey only. It has never changed ever since Yunjin, your best friend, gave you an introduction to the school’s ice hockey team. Being the massive sports fan you were, you obviously got hooked on watching their games live. But there were downsides to being a fan which includes witnessing the team losing.

You swore you were already in a foul mood that day, courtesy to your professor and shitty customers, you found yourself seeking solace in the hockey game, which turned sour almost instantly. Just your luck for the day, huh?

“It’s just the first period, Y/N,” Yunjin sighed, glancing up at the jumbotron, wincing a little at the scoreline. They were currently 3 goals down and Yunjin's reassurance didn't help at all.

“I suppose so,” you replied glumly.

The second period rolled by in a flash, but there wasn’t much of a positive outcome either. The team managed to score two goals, but the opponents out performed them and scored one more goal, continuing their lead.

You groaned loudly, along with many other disappointed students. 15 minutes of intermission ended rather quickly, bringing everyone back to reality.

“Oh come on, score already!” you shouted out in irritation, stirring other students to yell out in agreement as well.

The game was going slow and your patience was eventually growing thin. The clock was ticking, meaning the game was about to end soon with the team losing tragically. You shook your head in defeat, wrapping an arm around Yunjin’s shoulder and placing the other on your hip.

“For fuck’s sake, score already, idiots!” you yelled out.

Just when you did so, someone skated by, his head turned to look at you, meeting your eyes for only a brief second before disappearing into a sea of hockey players. You blinked. Did that just happen? You whipped your head to find Yunjin staring back at you, as if asking the same question.

“Did–”

“That–”

The two of you paused.

“Yeah,” you both said in unison, returning your attention back to the game.

As expected, the game unfortunately ended with a defeat for the home team. You and Yunjin decided to leave the arena immediately since it was already getting late, but you two also made sure to have a quick stop at the cafeteria to get some pizza before continuing the journey back to the dorms.

“I heard someone’s throwing a party soon,” Yunjin said through a mouth full of pepperoni pizza.

“Who is that ‘someone’?” you wiped your hand clean of pizza grease, then threw yourself on Yunjin’s bed, causing her to let out a grunt.

“That made me choke and I would’ve died. I don’t want my cause of death to be something related to pizza,” she grumbled, closing the pizza lid and taking the napkin you handed her.

“I thought you loved pizza?” you blinked innocently, flashing her your best smile and she threw you a dirty look.

“Think we got a little side tracked,” Yunjin mumbled thoughtfully. “If I’m not wrong, it was by one of those football chads? Was it Jake?”

“Jake might play football but he’s so not a chad,” you argued, unknowingly defending said boy.

Jake sim was, in fact, another popular athlete in your school who unsurprisingly turned out to be another playboy. You remembered the small heartbreak you had when you discovered his true identity, secretly wishing he was like any other non-fuckboy guy in the campus. But life’s unfair sometimes and somehow, that didn’t stop you from being acquainted with that golden retriever-like boy.

“You’re only saying that because he gives you free booze and free passes to football games,” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you and you feigned ignorance. “Anyway, I think it’s that Yeonjun guy who’s throwing that party. He’s that rich kid, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. I saw him multiple times at games,”

“Didn’t he flirt with you?”

“Correction, he tried. Luckily Jake was there to stop him or else I would’ve given him a black eye,” you frowned.

“Would’ve loved to see that happen,” Yunjin shrugged while you narrowed your eyes at her.

“You’re praying on my downfall,”

“Never. Also, are we going to talk about that hockey player staring deeply into your soul just now?”

You rolled your eyes at her words. “I don’t think I would count 2 seconds anything—”

“Of course it does! Have you seen those love at first sight tropes in romcoms?”

“I think you watched too many of them, Jen,” you squeezed her cheek and she slapped your hand, deadpanning at you. “Who is he anyway?”

“If I’m not wrong, he’s number one, Lee Heeseung, the captain. I think he’s in your English class too? Ring a bell?” Yunjin raised an eyebrow at you.

“I think I do remember him. He’s the one with fangirls lining outside, right?” Yunjin nodded at your words and you laughed, thinking back to the time where your professor had to chase a group of girls away before class started. Why? Because of Lee Heeseung’s sheer presence.

“Let’s not forget his messy hookups. Yikes,” Yunjin shuddered at the thought, suddenly rubbing her chin with a small frown. “Don’t you think we’re a bit uneducated when it comes to their players?”

“I mean,” you hummed, nodding a little. “I guess you’re right, we’re always there for the game and some beers and we barely bothered to find out which player is which,”

“We should pull up their Instagram profiles next game,” Yunjin suggested with a wink.

“Oh, I think you’ll definitely be on it,”

“Obviously,” Yunjin smirked. “Anyway, up for a facemask?”

You huffed, a small smile appearing on your face. “You know I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“THIS IS SUCH A TYPICAL CHAD THROWN KIND OF PARTY,”

You found yourself complaining once more as you and Yunjin entered a big house. The living room was basically filled to the brim, along with loud music booming throughout the room and the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils, this was pure hell. You turned to look at your best friend, silently cursing at her for bringing you here. Yunjin gave you her typical shrug as though she had read your thoughts, dragging you away from the vicinity.

"It's Yeonjun, what did you expect," Yunjin hissed, taking you further into the house.

"I also can’t believe you put me in this slutty dress,” you groaned. At this point, you were practically pulling your dress down every ten seconds from the way it kept riding up and you started getting beyond irritated by it.

“If not, you’ll turn up in your casual crop tops and denim shorts,” she shook her head in disapproval. “I can’t let that happen, not when there's rich guys here,”

"I'm here for a party, not to choose my next rich bachelor," you said in distaste, the last thing you wanted was a frat boy. “So, what are we going to do now?” you asked, holding tightly onto Yunjin’s hand as if your life depended on it.

“Enjoy ourselves, duh? I’ll go get some drinks. Sprite for you?”

You nodded, a little bummed out that you were missing out on some good booze since somebody, aka you, had to be responsible and drive back to the dorms without risking getting pulled over. You were already a broke college student, a fine would definitely not help your case.

Now here you are, stuck helplessly in the middle of a party with people you don’t know. Great. You thought about the possibilities that could've been if you decided to stay at home instead of leaning against a wall in a skimpy black dress and it had you groaning internally.

It was then the universe had heard your pleas of boredom and decided on some ‘fun’, except that ‘fun’ consisted of someone’s back bumping into you and their drink splattering all over onto your dress. You jumped in surprise and the boy who was practically pushed onto you had let out a small “oof” before fully realising what he had done.

“I’m so sorry,” he placed his cup aside and picked up some napkins from a table nearby. For a split moment, he was about to wipe your dress, then he paused, turning flustered when he realised what he was about to do, and instead, handed the napkins to you.

You gently dabbed the napkins on your soaked dress, a frown on your face as you felt the sticky substance stick to your skin uncomfortably. “It’s fine, you didn’t mean it anyway,”

You looked up from your dress, finally meeting his eyes. He blinked, seemingly trying to register who you were.

“It’s … you,”

“Me?” you pointed at yourself, a little dumbfounded at his words.

“I didn’t expect you to be here,”

That’s when it hit you. The very same eyes that stared back at you during the hockey game, the one that Yunjin had told you about. “Lee Heeseung?”

He resembled a bambi, his large innocent brown eyes gazing back at you, a look of curiosity behind them. He had a tall stature, his hair covering his forehead and it was styled plainly, not to mention his loosely buttoned up shirt clinging comfortably onto his frame. Now you understand why Yunjin said he has fangirls, you were shamefully about to be one too.

“Yeah … that’s me. What about you? Why’re you here?”

“Do you … recognize me?” you cringed a little at the memory of you practically cussing his team out, praying he would somehow forget it all.

“How could I not? You’re from English right? Shakespeare presentation, eh?” Heeseung recalled and you nodded, impressed that he remembered something from so long before, but most importantly, he remembered you.

“But of course, how could I forget, you’re also the person cussing us out on Friday too. I’m charmed, actually,” he chuckled nonchalantly as though it was nothing, but you, on the other hand, panicked a little and eyes only widened in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

Heeseung seemed to notice the panic in your eyes, waving his hands in reassurance. “Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny,” At his words, your shoulders relaxed, breathing out a sigh of relief.

You let out a nervous laugh. “You guys did your best. There’s always a next time,”

“Right,” he nodded, then averted his gaze back to your dress, instantly coming back to reality as he remembered the current problem in front of his face. He removed his jacket in a flash, carefully placing it over your shoulders. The sudden proximity had you gasping quietly, the waft of his cologne infiltrating your senses.

He was close, so so agonisingly close. A wave of shock passed through your body as you felt his gentle touch, almost feather-like as it lasted only just a second, but now with his hugging your body, you could finally breathe an air of comfort once warmth engulfed you.

“Sorry about your dress,” he pulled away, flashing you a genuine apologetic smile. “I thought the least I could do was give you my jacket,”

“No worries, you didn't do it on purpose anyway, it’s not your fault,” you assured him, being a little self aware that numerous wandering eyes were now on you and the campus’ popular hockey team captain. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Actually,” Heeseung started, “I can borrow one of my friend’s shirts so that you can change? I don’t think it’s a good idea walking around like that, plus my friend lives in this frat house anyway,”

“If you insist,” you gave in, not wanting to reject his help as he seemed so keen.

You silently followed Heeseung through the crowd of bodies, trying your hardest to not get swallowed with the way people were shoving around. Heeseung noticed you lagging behind and smoothly took hold of your hand, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t say much, letting him guide you up the stairs into someone’s room.

You glanced around the room. From the way it was decorated with random posters, sports magazines stacked on the bedside table and dirty clothes littered the floor, you were instantly convinced that this room belonged to a frat boy.

Heeseung surprisingly continued to keep his hand in yours, using the other to dig through a pile of clothes until he found an oversize shirt and a pair of pants. “Here,” he handed you the clothes, finally letting go of your hand, stepping away with his hands in his pockets. “I think all the bathroom’s full so it’s best to just change here,”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I’ll leave it up to your imagination to think about whatever that happens in there,”

“Right …” you faltered at his comment, the two of you remained staring at one another. That’s when you cleared your throat, fumbling with your clothes. “I would appreciate it if you turned around … unless you want a show?”

“For free? I can't say no, can I?”

“You wish. Now turn around,”

Heeseung shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face as he threw his hands up in defence and faced away. You stood behind him, cheeks flared while you practically yanked your skimpy black dress off. Yunjin would not be happy knowing she’ll have to do laundry.

You reached over to the back of your dress, practically yanking forcefully onto the zip that was unwilling to budge even for a bit. God, why me? Why now? Internally conflicted, you didn’t know whether to bear the shame and ask Heeseung for help or to just stay silent. But to your luck, the zip was stuck no matter how you pulled it.

“Heeseung?”

He hummed in response.

“I need your help,” you swallowed, trying your best to not shrivel up and dig a grave in that moment. “My zip is stuck.”

Momentary silence filled the air. It seemed Heeseung, too, was having some internal conflict. In a second, you heard shuffling behind you, feeling the warmth of his body close as his fingers reached for your zip, his other hand on your waist. You felt his fingertips grazing against your bare skin as he dragged the zipper down, hearing a faint gulp from him. You squeezed your eyes shut, swearing to never come to parties again.

“You’re good to go,” he whispered, coughing awkwardly.

“Thanks,” you met his eyes in the reflection of the small mirror placed on top of a dresser in front of you. Realisation seemed to hit him and he averted his gaze, taking a look around the room instead.

You practically yanked the dress off, pulling the shirt over your head and the pants on, stumbling a little from the sudden hit of nervousness. Could it be his presence that made you nervous? You hated this feeling.

“I’m done,” you declared, suddenly feeling the tension in the air.

“So, I can look now?” Heeseung joked and you rolled your eyes, but smiled at him.

“Keep your eyes closed forever then,” you bumped his shoulder, sitting down on the bed.

“Should we stay here instead?” he suggested and you narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion, to which he scoffed. “Of course no funny business, who do you think I am?”

“Playboy Lee Heeseung, no?”

He groaned. “That’s what people think of me even though it’s completely false,”

“You do have fangirls, don’t you?”

“But I don’t date them, do I?” he retorted. “I don’t even go to parties much these days, coach has been up my ass,”

“Sucks to be you,”

Heeseung scoffed, turning to look at you with a question in mind. “You’re a big hockey fan?”

“Ever since I was a kid. Why?”

“I notice you’re always there every game night with your friend,”

“So, I’ve caught your attention?”

“A pretty girl like you surely wouldn’t go unnoticed in my eyes,” he was close now, a challenging glint in his eyes as his gaze fell to your lips from time to time.

“You’re funny, Hee,” you couldn’t resist smiling.

“How can I make it up to you?” his eyes met yours, a sly grin on his face. “About your dress, I mean,”

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, knowing damn well what lies in his words. Maybe he was just like every other campus athlete, but at that moment, you didn’t seem to care, your interest only increasing and you couldn’t tell if this was his plan all along.

You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lip. “How about you win the next game? I think that’ll help a lot,”

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully. “If I do, can I get your number too?”

“Why not?”

“Shall this be a deal?” he smirked, ready for a challenge.

“Sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ll win the next one, just you wait,” Heeseung's words were filled with utter determination and confidence. He was definitely ready to tell you 'told you so' and prove you wrong.

“Well, I’ll be waiting,” you glanced down at your phone, noticing over ten messages from Yunjin. Shit. “The clock’s ticking and I need to go. See you, captain,”

“Wait,” he caught hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to look at him, a big question mark written over your expression, anticipating his next words. “Can I at least know what your name is?”

You grinned. “It’s Y/N,”

"Get ready with your phone number, Y/N. I'll be looking out for you at the next game. Keep the jacket too," he winked and you waved a small goodbye, exiting out the door and dashed down the stairs with your dirty clothes in hand, wearing Heeseung's jacket, completely unaware how quick your heart was beating.

When you spotted Yunjin, you practically fell into her arms as she started ranting about why you shouldn’t run away without her knowledge, but all of it eventually drowned out into white noise. The only thing you could think of suddenly was Heeseung. Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Y/N," she sang out your name, tapping your head to catch your attention. “Why are you in a different outfit? You got laid didn’t you?” she gasped and you slapped her arm.

“Heeseung spilled a drink on me and took me to his friend’s room to change, that’s all,”

“Heeseung?” she gasped again, a teasing grin slowly forming and you knew that trouble was in that mind of hers. “You and him didn’t smoochy smooch … right?”

“We’re not there yet, hello?”

“There’s something called a hook up, you hopeless romantic,” Yunjin shook her head. “This sounds like the start of a hockey romance based on the books I've read," she squealed and you only sighed.

"Please read some self help books too,"

"Never," she huffed, leaning in and dropping her voice so that only the two of you could hear what she was about to say. "What did you two talk about? A private hook up after games? We need some spice in your hockey romance plot!"

"Oh my god, I rather drown than fuck that man. You do realise he has fangirls chasing after him? They'll choke me in my sleep if I slept with him,"

Yunjin wrapped her arm around you. "I'll choke you first if you don't bag that man. He's tall, hockey captain, hot most importantly," she winked. "One down part is that I'm pretty sure he used to fuck around quite a lot too. But then a messy hook up traumatised him,"

"How so?"

"She was crazy from what I heard. That's why no fangirls will come at you for revenge, they know he's a whore, but they'll just line up instead," she led you out to a flight of stairs, where there were some questionable couples making out, but that didn't stop you and Yunjin from sitting on the landing.

"Totally not a red flag," you said sarcastically. "I don't know how to feel about him. He was nice, quite flirty. Maybe he's like those Wattpad cliches where he's actually a nice guy?" You said, sipping onto the drink Yunjin got you.

"Who knows? Judging from the past rumours I've heard here and there, he definitely was a manwhore, but he’s also a sweet and genuine one," Yunjin clicked her tongue. "I did hear he's quite a sweetheart aside from his fuckboy tendencies."

"A manwhore with a kind heart! Just my type!" You clapped your hands and Yunjin chuckled at your comment. “Anyway, I swore I'm done with hockey boys a long time ago. I don't want to like him,"

Ice hockey has always been one of your favourite sports, but hockey boys? They were a whole different story for you. A core memory from highschool that you wished to never revisit was the fact that you had your heart broken by a hockey boy. He was considered your first love, a best friend, that ended up breaking your trust.

"This is why you should date a footballer,"

You snapped out of your momentary daze, looking up to meet Jake Sim’s eyes.

“Present to me a perfect candidate then,” Yunjin crossed her arms, frowning at Jake. She wasn't a big fan of him, considering his notorious playboy tendencies, but over time he did gradually warm up to her.

"Me!"

"I'll rip your head off first before you get a chance with Y/N,"

"Ouch,"

You and Yunjin shared a look, then burst out laughing.

"What's up, Sim? Do you have something for me?" You questioned Jake, wondering what his purpose was for his sudden appearance.

"Nothing, I'm just bored," he said plainly, though you and Yunjin were a little unconvinced.

"Okay? Any games coming up?"

"It's currently a short break for us. I'm glad or else my legs will snap in half soon," Jake pouted, resembling a puppy, which you couldn't help but find endearing. "You should totally come and learn to kick some footballs soon. Jake Sim is always up for some training," he winked.

"I'll be the next running candidate to take over Messi, right?" Yunjin joked and you nudged her side, giggling.

"Only if you learn at Jake Sim's personal training," he shrugged, a small smirk on his face. "Anyway, I really want to watch the hockey team and I heard you guys were regulars. Mind if I join?"

You raised an eyebrow at Yunjin, shooting her a wordless question. Yunjin scrunched her nose, thinking for a moment before shrugging. All while that was happening, Jake was just standing there staring, a little unimpressed.

"Hello? I don't appreciate this mind linking conversation that I'm not a part of," he placed his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side.

"Alright, sorry," Yunjin mumbled.

"Fine, you can tag along," you said, watching the boy before you grin.

"Let's go!"

"IS IT NORMAL TO BE FREEZING COLD HERE?"

Jake had his arms around himself, shivering slightly even though he was already in layers. You and Yunjin followed the boy to your seats as he marvelled at the size of the rink.

"I barely watch hockey games, I'm more of a summer sports kinda guy," he tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Well, it's just your lucky day, you'll be witnessing a win too," Yunjin winked, passing you a knowing glance.

"How do you know?"

"Team captain over there–" Yunjin nodded over at Heeseung, who was practising on the rink with the team, looking good as always, which only further annoyed you. "–made a deal with Y/N. I'm sure his determination will mix well with his competitiveness,"

Yunjin glanced over at you, a small smirk on her face. "And here he comes," she sang and you whipped your head just in time to meet his eyes.

Heeseung skated over, a small smile on his face. You felt Yunjin nudging your side in excitement and you slapped her hands away, ignoring her giddy expression and you returned a lopsided smile to Heeseung.

“Y/N!” you managed to hear his muffled voice through the glass, which he tapped on a couple times to get your full attention.

“I’m going to score one for you tonight,” you were surprised with the determined glint in his eyes, proving Yunjin's statement immediately, and after a quick wave from him, he skated away to join his team, preparing for the game to start.

Jake whistled, fanning himself. “I definitely felt the tension.”

“Shut up.”

The second period ended with a draw, both teams were not willing to back down for just a little, even creating small brawls on ice from time to time, causing the tension to be heightened. The third period was equally heart stopping and gut twisting. You had to occasionally grip Yunjin's arm whenever there was a close chance to score.

There was a sudden switch in the atmosphere, the home team had dominated possession of the puck, the blades of their skates working overtime trying to reach the other end to the opponent’s goal post. One hit after another, the puck travelled from one player’s hockey stick to another, until it reached star player Park Sunghoon, who had defenders swarming him and it left him no choice but to pass to his captain, Lee Heeseung.

With one swift hit to the oncoming puck from Sunghoon, it shot into the back of the net, leaving the goalie absolutely defenceless. The arena erupted with shouts and cheers, not expecting the sudden turnover from their home team, the speakers were blaring music, followed by announcing Heeseung’s name, which was welcomed with deafening screams. Shamelessly, you, Jake and Yunjin were part of the screams, clapping and jumping.

The team jumped onto Heeseung, but somehow, he escaped them all and started skating towards your direction, pointing his stick at you and shooting a wink. 'For you' he mouthed slyly at you before rejoining his teammates.

“See, I told you Heeseung will win it for Y/N,” Yunjin said, seemingly pleased.

“MVP,” Jake clapped, a shocked expression on his face.

You, on the other hand, were trying to digest everything that just happened. The moment where he dedicated the goal to you had you unintentionally blushing, realising a sudden change in feelings. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so bad if you gave him a chance. Countless thoughts swarmed your head even until the end of the game.

Now, here you were, waiting for Heeseung at the parking lot, your friends peeking in the car from a distance.

Yunjin shot you an encouraging thumbs up while Jake only laughed at Yunjin’s efforts. You glared at them, waving them off and you reciprocated back with a middle finger. That’s when you heard a rough cough behind you. Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You turned around slowly, looking as though you were just caught in the middle of commiting something you're not supposed to. “Heeseung,” you laughed nervously. "Congrats on the game! You played well,”

“Thank you,” Heeseung grinned. “I’m glad you came. I mean, you always do, what am I even saying?” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You couldn't help laughing, finding the way he got nervous was cute. He was cute too. Undeniable. "That was a nice goal by the way,"

"Well, I did say I wanted to score one specifically for you. I'm a man of my words, you know?" He chuckled, getting shy eventually. "I'm glad you liked it though,"

"Of course I did," you gave him a small smile, fidgeting your fingers slightly.

He straightened up, regaining his composure. “So … our deal,”

“You’re lucky I like you enough to actually stick to it,” you grumbled, shoving your hand into your pocket to dig out the piece of paper.

“You like me, huh?”

“Not in that way yet,”

“‘Yet’. So I do have a chance. I’m happy to know,”

“Do you want my number or a black eye?” you threatened rather unseriously, a teasing tone laced in your words.

“I’d prefer a kiss, but your number shall do for now,” he grabbed the small note from your hand, unwrapping it to find a candy in it. “Apple flavoured, what a nice surprise,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re cute, you truly have a way to my heart huh?” he looked up from the candy, storing away your number safely into his pocket.

You caught yourself speechless from his words. On average, you were typically unfazed by these comments. Countless boys had tried them on you and all of them turned out to feel icky instead of making you kick your feet, giggling. But this time, Heeseung proved you wrong.

"Coming from Lee Heeseung himself, should I be flattered?" You tried your best to stay nonchalant, keeping your heart rate down as much as you can.

"I don't know? You tell me," Heeseung leaned down, his face close to you now, making you slowly grow flustered.

"Count me a little flattered," you took the clothes from the other night from your bag, pushing it into Heeseung's hands, catching him off guard. "Here, relay my thanks to your friend,"

"Only to my friend? What about me?" Heeseung crossed his arms, staring accusingly at you.

"My number already counts as a ‘thanks’, doesn’t it?"

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at you, a smile itching at the corner of his lips. “Not enough. A date might suffice,”

“You are demanding, Lee Heeseung,” you huffed, but not rejecting his suggestion either.

“I’ll text you, pretty girl. I have a plan in mind, so you better clear your schedules,”

“Alright, captain.”

“FOR ONCE, I DON'T REGRET COMING TO A PARTY YOU SELECTED,”

You’ve always avoided frat parties, specifically frat boys, but this time, Yunjin managed to accomplish the unexpected by convincing you to a frat party. You had to admit, there was a small motive behind your agreement, which was to visit the richest frat house on the campus. Free expensive booze, a big pool, big everything, it was definitely going to be more than a party. All you had to do was avoid the frat boys and your night shall be made.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin snapped, but you were too busy checking out the vicinity to listen to her grumbles.

“They have a huge ass yard and pool,” you whispered to Yunjin, weaving through the growing crowd. The house was too extravagant, even the air in there seemed richer. The tiles were completely marbled, there were stairs leading up to almost four floors. You wondered how it was even owned by a frat.

“This is a rich frat, what did you expect?”

“Touche.”

You and Yunjin didn’t bother waiting for a second before taking some pregame shots. The vodka burned your throat, making you wince a little, but it didn't stop you from more. The moment Jake found the two of you, it was already clear you were already on the way to being completely shit-faced.

"Oh come on, you already started without me?" Jake whined, downing two shots of vodka straight.

"Couldn't resist," Yunjin pressed her lips into a thin line, shrugging slightly.

"Also, did you guys hear?" Jake leaned in, dropping his voice. "The hockey team from our rival school is coming to this party,"

"What?" You hissed, frowning slightly. "Who invited their asses?"

"I don't know," Jake shrugged, picking up another glass of alcohol from a tray.

"Speaking of hockey," Yunjin cleared her throat, passing you a knowing smirk. "Aren't you going to find Heeseung?"

"I–why would I?" You stammard, avoiding Yunjin's piercing gaze.

"He's clearly into you. Didn't you see him pulling that stunt that day? Scoring a goal for you and winning just for your number? That's the most commitment I've seen from him or just any man in general,"

"Hear hear," Jake raised his glass in agreement, then proceeded to down it without a second thought.

"I'll see what happens tonight," you said, but your eyes decided to go against you, unconsciously scanning the room hoping to see him.

"Tonight will be full of opportunities," Yunjin marvelled, throwing her arm around your shoulder and winking. "If you know what I mean," she whispered.

"The first you'll see is me getting drunk, not getting laid," you let out an exasperated sigh, pursing your lips and pausing as something caught your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, instantly noticing a group of guys filing into the room. They must be the rival team Jake had mentioned.

“Must be them,” Yunjin pointed out, taking a big gulp from her cup. Jake whipped his head around, scanning the group of guys that were yelling loudly, dabbing up one another and seemingly unlikeable as a whole.

He made a sour expression. “Great, hockey jocks,”

“As though your group of football guys are any better,” Yunjin quipped, only earning a sharp glare from Jake and he cleared his throat, gaze focused on a specific person.

“That guy there must be their captain,” he nodded at the group and you had to squint your eyes to see who Jake had his attention trained at. Almost immediately, your smile dropped, along with your heart. It was him.

You froze the moment your eyes landed on a tall figure, it definitely was him. He stood out from the rest, being the taller and bulkier one with messy hair and undeniable charm from the way he was already surrounded by different girls. Yup, that’s 100% Matthew, your high school lover, the hockey boy that traumatised your love life.

“Oh fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, the other two turning to stare at you.

“You want to fuck him?” Jake shrieked in surprise and Yunjin slapped the back of his head, causing the boy to hiss in pain, silently cursing.

“No, dipshit. That’s her …” she glanced at you and you nodded, giving her a green flag to continue, “ex.”

“Him? Matthew Son? Your ex?” Jake was flabbergasted, panning back and forth between your ex and you.

“Unfortunately. High school ex, to be exact,” you grumbled, pushing away the ill thoughts and bitter feelings that lingered for Mathew. You were a new person, you were never someone to be stuck in the past, you weren’t about to be affected by him. Never.

“I might need more drinks,” you rubbed the side of your head, slipping away before the other two could even say anything. Though the voice in your head was constantly affirming that his presence wasn’t affecting you, you still couldn’t help feeling unnerved. Seeing him was unnerving too.

The kitchen was unsurprisingly glamorous and the space was huge. Everything in there screamed fancy and expensive. The counter was made from marble, cupboards were also probably made from high quality wood and the wide variety of food in there could literally make it resemble a grocery store. Best of yet, you had it all to yourself. For once, your ex made himself useful enough by helping you attract everyone to the main room.

You spotted some leftover bottles of gin and decided to give your bartender skills some try. It wasn’t your first rodeo thanks to Yunjin. Ever since she started bringing you to parties and being someone who’s easily impressed, you found yourself learning some tips and tricks on how to mix drinks from a rando in a party one day. Soon, it became your favourite party activity.

It was quite peaceful being all by yourself. The songs playing on the speakers reverberated across the house, but you didn’t mind it as you mixed a concoction of gin and juice on the counter, praying it would turn out fine.

“You’re here?”

You turned around at the sound of the voice, almost toppling over your glass in shock, but the moment you met a familiar set of doe eyes, you released a breath of relief, your heart unknowingly beating faster.

“You’re here too? I thought no parties for Mr Hockey?” you leaned back onto the counter as he walked to your side.

“Thought I’d give myself an off day after yesterday’s win,” Heeseung shrugged, glancing at you from time to time. “Surprisingly, I always see you at every party I go to,”

“I was dragged to every said party by force,” you thought of the she-devil, Yunjin, who somehow successfully convinced you to attend every party with her. “Do you want a drink?” you offered, nodding towards your half made drink.

“You’re making them?” Heeseung eyed the bottles.

“I am a woman of many talents,” you said smugly, continuing your drink mixing, feeling Heeseung’s piercing stare on you.

“A woman who wouldn’t poison me right?” he peeked over your shoulder, closing in on your face, his body only inches away from yours till the point where you could feel the heat radiating off him. Lee Heeseung definitely knew what he was doing.

“You’re doubting my abilities now then?” you kept your cool, pouring alcohol into a new glass for Heeseung.

He smiled. “Just trying to make sure,” he murmured into your ears and you could tell he was enjoying teasing you. Sly fucker.

“No promises,” your voice came out in a whisper, turning a little to the side to meet his pair of bambi eyes and your breath hitched suddenly upon realising how close the two of you were, you were only an inch apart from touching each other’s noses. You were scared to move even the slightest, shying gradually from his eyes sweeping your features.

“What if I said I wanted to kiss you,”

You scoffed, growing immune to his charms. “I thought you were a gentleman, Lee? No candlelit dinner first?”

He cracked a grin, chuckling slightly. “Sometimes I skip that part and jump to dessert first,” he winked and you rolled your eyes, pushing his face away and he burst out laughing. “I’m playing with you. I’m obviously a gentleman, can’t you tell?”

You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him in scepticism. “I can’t.”

“You love breaking my heart, Y/N. I’m hurt,” he frowns, feigning innocence as he laid his head on your shoulder, clutching at his chest and you found yourself smiling unknowingly at his dramatics.

You decided to play along, patting Heeseung’s head in so called “comfort”. “Oh, what can I do to fix your broken heart, Heeseung?” you exclaimed.

“Come to Jay’s birthday party with me?” he stared up at you with pleading eyes. Those bambi eyes will eventually be the death of you.

"Why?"

You've heard of Jay Park one too many times. From the campus cafes to the local club, he was everywhere, and you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. He was another one of the popular hockey players from Heeseung's team which you've seen at almost every party you attended ever since your first year.

Yunjin told you only one thing upon seeing Jay Park: "don't meddle with him" and you've stuck to it.

"That's a bold invitation," you considered for a moment, still quite unconvinced. "Isn't it just a bro only party?"

"He's the one asking us to bring a plus one," Heeseung huffed, removing his head from your shoulder, a small pout on his face. "Worse part is that it's in a club,"

"Are you trying to persuade me or dissuade me?"

"What I mean is, I'll be with you there. It's also a VIP lounge given how loaded Jay is and knowing him, he probably rented it out too. Plus, they'll finally get to meet the girl who cussed them out!"

You buried your head into your hands in shame, embarrassment burning your cheeks red. "You can't be serious,"

"Unfortunately, I am. But they'll love you, don't worry, pretty,"

You glared at him while he only returned a cheeky grin back at you. “Fine,” you groaned out, ultimately succumbing to his words, unable to deny the effect he had on you. Curse him. “When and what time?”

“Next Saturday night,” his grin widened at your words, satisfaction washed over his face. “I’ll pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good,”

“That’s that then,” he glanced over at his shoulders, hearing faint shouts of his name outside of the kitchen and passed you an apologetic smile, as if expressing that it was a shame he couldn’t stay longer and you couldn’t lie, you wanted him to stay longer. “Remember to send me your address, gorgeous.” he waved his phone in the air before backing away and disappearing out the door.

It was about to be a long week ahead.

“SET ME UP WITH ONE OF THEM, PLEASE. I NEED THE MONEY,”

Saturday, to your dismay, unfortunately and eventually arrived. You didn’t know whether to be excited or absolutely dread the party, a certain feeling of anxiety clawing at your insides just when you think about meeting new people. Yunjin could only roll her eyes at you as she added more eyeshadow.

“It already sends shivers down my spine thinking that I’ll be speaking to them in person and you expect me to go ‘hey guys, my friend needs someone to be her sugar daddy, you up’?” you deadpanned, applying a layer of lip gloss.

“That’s exactly it,” Yunjin smiled pleasantly and you feigned gagging, making Yunjin laugh and almost poking the mascara wand into your eyes. “Also, do you consider this a date?”

“He did say he wanted to take me out, but having him take me to a club as a date? I don’t think he’s the sleazy type to do so. I take it as him taking me as his date … like a friendly invite,”

“Friendly invite?” Yunjin exclaimed incredulously, inching closer to check on the details of your makeup. “Did you see the way he looks at you? There's nothing friendly about that, he’s hooked,”

“You’re giving me false hope, Jen,” you sighed, standing up to change into an outfit Yunjin picked which, in her words,was definitely ‘life changing enough to have Heeseung on his knees’.

“Not false hope if it’s literally just the truth,” Yunjin shrugged, helping to clasp a necklace around your neck. “Come on, give me a twirl,” she squealed excitedly once you were done struggling balancing on one leg putting on the dress and shoes.

You complied with Yunjin’s request, begrudgingly giving her a small twirl. At the same time, you took the chance to glance down at your dress, satisfied that for once an impulsive purchase benefited you. The dress was a shade of midnight blue, hugging your body tight and showing off your curves in the best way as if it was custom made. All in all, as Yunjin would describe, it was simply ‘pants dropping’.

At the ‘ping’ of your notification, you saw a text from Heeseung saying he had already arrived and your heart jumped. With one swift hug from Yunjin and an ‘encouraging’ saying along the lines of ‘hooking up’ and ‘protection’, you were pushed out of the door and soon into Heeseung’s car.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Heeseung greeted, a half smile on his face as his hands rested on the steering wheel. He paused when his eyes landed on your figure, his gaze sweeping you from top to bottom, making you a little self conscious. He whistled under his breath, blinking slowly.

“Eyes up here,” you stared pointedly at him, crossing your arms, but you had to admit, you were checking him out shamelessly as well, the smell of his vanilla cologne in the air and his loose button up shirt wasn’t helping either.

“My bad. I was just admiring you. You look pretty,” he turned his attention back to the road, heading to wherever the club was located, just in time to not notice the slight blush to your cheeks.

“Really? You don’t look too bad yourself either, Lee,”

“Why thank you. I’m flattered,” he shot you a wink and you could only roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the conversation continued in a casual flow, making you feel at ease and your anxiety eventually lessened. The jokes he cracked made you laugh and with the way he answered your questions, you knew he wasn’t anything like the playboy people made him up to be. As much as you hated to admit, you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Will it hurt you? Maybe.

After Heeseung pulled the car into park, you got out and you were instantly in awe at the exterior of the club. This was in fact a place where rich kids party, judging from the amount of ferraris, mercedes and other luxurious cars parked outside, you made sure to keep yourself away from the snobby rich kids or who knows, Yunjin’s wish might even be granted tonight.

Wordlessly, Heeseung offered you his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his, letting him guide you further into the club as you pushed yourself through the crowd, and soon arrived in a large room that was almost the size of someone’s living room. “You’re kidding,” you murmured, amazed by the size of the room and the decorations littered across every wall.

“Told you Jay was blessed with money,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, shooting a sweet smile.

“I should set him up with Yunjin,” you said thoughtlessly and Heeseung chuckled.

“He’ll like that roommate of yours,”

“Heeseung!”

You were interrupted by an approaching figure who was easily recognizable with that head of freshly dyed white hair. Park Sunghoon, another ace of the hockey team. Thanks to Yunjin’s valiant effort in finding every player’s instagram profile, you were now able to recognise who was who.

“Hoon!” Heeseung greeted back, giving his best friend a side hug.

Unfortunately for you, Sunghoon was quick to turn his attention to you instead. “Y/N right? Heard many good things about you,” he extended his hand, a sneaky grin on his face.

You accepted his handshake, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his words. “That’s me,”

“You’re a regular at the hockey games, how are they?” Sunghoon kept you company now that Heeseung went away to greet the others, but you didn’t mind, finding yourself growing comfortable with the Jack Frost look alike.

“Do you wish to listen to my boring five hour analysis on each game?”

“I think it would be longer than five hours,”

“Exactly,” you clicked your tongue, then narrowed your eyes in suspicion at him. “Plus, how do you know I’m a regular? It’s not like I score front row seats every game,”

Sunghoon glanced around as if searching for anyone who’s eavesdropping, then he gestured for you to come closer, which you did, though clearly confused. “I think Heeseung will kill me for saying this,”

“Why?” you whispered back, your smile twisting into a frown. “Oh god, is Heeseung a stalker?”

“What?” it was Sunghoon’s turn to be utterly confused, staring back at you as though you’re the crazy one. He shook his head. “Heeseung might fool around sometimes but he’s definitely not a stalker or a Ted Bundy wannabe.”

“Thank heavens,” you let out a sigh of relief, but Sunghoon definitely wasn’t done yet.

“Anyway, what I was about to say was, Heeseung has always paid attention to you, Y/N. English class, hockey games, he’s got sharp eyes, ace for a reason eh? He’s genuine about you. Believe me, I’ve heard about you since day one, and I mean this in a nice way, but I’m sick of him constantly talking about you without doing anything at all,” a small grin appeared on Sunghoon’s devilishly handsome features.

“I must admit, he was a player, but I can see he’s changing and I don’t think it’ll hurt to give him a chance. He’s a sweetheart, so just don’t break his heart, will you?” he glanced behind his shoulders, noticing Heeseung entering the room with one of his teammates and a girl. “Heeseung’s back and I know he’s going to kill me if he finds out. It’s nice meeting you, Y/N. My date’s here, see you!”

Sunghoon gave you a small pat on the shoulder before walking away, leaving your head in a frenzy state. Lee Heeseung, captain of the hockey team, the school’s ace and pride, basically Mr Popular, was into you? Yunjin was going to strangle you in either excitement or surprise when she found out.

“What were you guys talking about?” he slithered smoothly to your side, bumping your shoulder gently.

“Hockey. Was wondering if he wanted an analysis on each game,”

Heeseung grinned, shaking his head gently. “You’re a menace,”

There were basically zero chances to be alone together, which you suddenly craved after Sunghoon basically dropped a big bomb on you, till now you still couldn’t swallow. Heeseung had you close to his side as he introduced you to each of his teammates and their dates, including the birthday boy Jay, and somehow all of them remembered you from that fateful night on Friday.

“So, how did you meet our dear Heeseung here?” Jay wiggled his eyebrows, passing you a glass of champagne that probably costs way more than you imagine.

“Oh, it was magical, I fell into his arms and he confessed his love for me,” you sighed dreamily, fanning yourself. At your words, Jay nudged you, a wide smile on his face and you waved your hand, stifling your giggles. “Kidding, it would totally be a wattpad cliche if that happened. He’s in my English class and we met at a party,”

“I’m surprised he’s somewhat won you over,” he raised a questionable eyebrow at you. “You are aware of how he was right? Or are you the type to scream and cry after figuring out his past fuckboy history?”

You gave him an unamused stare. “If I minded his past, I wouldn’t be here anyway. But he does seem like a changed person, I’ve heard stories from my roommate and they were … interesting,”

Jay let out a soft laugh at that. “I can tell he’s serious about you, trust me, he’s the type to not back down when he sets his mind to something. Let his hockey be an example,” he shrugged. “I know my best friend, Y/N. Unless he fucks up then I’ll punch him for you,”

You placed a hand on your chest, a bemused grin lit up your features. “You’re truly a gentleman, Jay,”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be your gentleman!” Heeseung appeared behind you, his arm thrown around your shoulder. If you could explode right now, you would. The amount of skinship you had with Heeseung was unhealthy and unknowingly, you found yourself succumbing to it each time. “Let’s go to the dancefloor outside? The guys really want to go,”

Now you were in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying your body to the beat of whatever song the DJ was playing and it was nice that it felt like you were in your own world, carelessly and mindlessly dancing to your heart’s content. You were surrounded by the boys’ dates, who you’ve found yourself befriending quickly, while Heeseung was nowhere to be seen after dancing for only a few minutes. Rude.

“Hi,” you snapped your head to find Jay squeezing through towards you, trying his best to not get his expensive shoe stepped on. “Where’s Heeseung?”

“That’s a question I’d like to ask too. He’s definitely not with me though. I thought he was with you at first … but I guess not,” you shrugged, frowning slightly as you wondered where that man would have run off to.

“I thought he was with you,” Jay huffed, annoyance clear in his features. “I swear if he’s out there wasted, coach is going to—wait…” he faltered, his gaze trailed over your head and being naturally curious, you followed his gaze, turning around and from a distance, you couldn’t tell what Jay was even looking at, until you pinpoint a familiar someone in a dress shirt you saw not long before.

There he was, sitting at the bar, back facing the dancing floor as he sat close to a girl, whispering into each others’ ears and laughing. You swore you didn’t care, but the heart doesn’t lie, you were jealous and it wasn’t helping how Sunghoon was just saying Heeseung was serious about you only hours before this. It was comical.

“Oh,” Jay said under his breath, taking a big gulp from the glass in his hand.

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” you said flatly, not realising you were practically shooting daggers into the back of Lee Heeseung’s head. Jay let out a small laugh that eventually turned into a cough once he saw you giving him a side eye, an apologetic smile appearing on his face.

“You know, Y/N, I have a plan,” his smile slowly turned into a smirk and it dawned on you, Park Jong Seong’s gears were in work and you didn’t know what you’re about to get yourself into. “Don’t give me that look, my plans are the best,”

Your frown deepened, resuming to give Jay a sceptical look as his smile continued to get more playful. Oh you were in for a treat. “Why don’t we make Heeseung … jealous? I mean, it is clear that he likes you, a little push won’t hurt can it?”

“Have you been watching too many romcoms?” you shot him a look of exasperation, noticing the similarity between him and Yunjin. One was already enough, you didn't need two. Jay nudged you softly, wiggling his eyebrows in encouragement for disaster.

“I bet you the moment he sees you with me, he’s going to burst and before you know it, you’ll be celebrating your one year anniversary—”

You held a hand up, silencing Jay before he could continue further. You started chewing on your bottom lip, a small habit of yours, as you found yourself in disbelief once these words left your lips. “Fine, why not?”

Jay shot you a wink, closing in on you and you placed a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow. “No funny business, Jay,”

“You have no faith in me. It’s common bro code to not get with your best friend’s girl,”

You let Jay dance close to you, appreciating the fact that he was maintaining a respectful distance to you, setting a clear boundary between the both of you. Contrary to popular beliefs, he might actually seem not too bad. “I feel like Lee Heeseung might’ve been peeking at us,”

“You think so?”

Jay glanced at the direction of the bar, catching Heeseung’s piercing gaze and he smirked, leaning close to you. “Oh, he’s so watching us,”

"You're kidding," you turned around, still moving your body to the music, squinting your eyes to find Heeseung staring back at you, jaw clenched and lips pressed into a flat line, practically glaring daggers into Jay's head.

"You're not," you said mindlessly, hearing Jay burst out laughing behind you, but it all faded to grey as your eyes followed Heeseung's figure disappear behind a corner.

"He's leaving," you spun around, meeting Jay's panicked expression. "I'll go find him,"

"Did our plan work a little too well?"

"We’ll find out soon," you patted Jay's shoulder, whispering a quick thanks before welcoming the challenge of squeezing past sweaty bodies.

You figured Heeseung was heading back to the private room from the looks of where he was going, so you followed his trail around the corner, stumbling slightly and immediately regretting the amount of drinks you had. In the very next moment, you regretted more than just the drinks, you were contemplating your existence.

"Y/N?"

Son Matthew was staring back at your limp figure leaning against the wall for support, a mix of shock and confusion in his face. You, on the other hand, was about to sink into the ground in shame. Being tipsy and struggling to stand was already a moment you would never want anyone to see, let alone your cheating ex.

You cleared your throat, gripping onto the wall to straighten up, avoiding his wandering eyes as much as you could. The awkward tension in the air was palpable, you were aware how rigid the man before you was and you knew he probably didn’t think of bumping into you here out of nowhere.

“So…how are you—”

“Save the small talk please,” you interjected, sighing deeply at the usual post breakup ‘how are you’s and awkward catching up.

“Look, I never got to apologise and I know you hate me for it—”

“Of course I do!” you exclaimed, getting heated gradually and the alcohol in your system wasn’t helping one bit. “I walked in on you and her in the bedroom and you expect me to stand there to wait for your apology? It’s the fact that you never bothered to apologise after anyway,”

He looked down in shame, knowing every word you said was true and undeniable, meanwhile his silence only hurt you further. First loves always hurt, and seeing him here again after many years made you realise that you truly deserved way more than a hockey jock like him.

“I’m playing against your school’s team next week,” he said weakly, trying to change the subject. Great, another day to dread when it was supposed to be you and your best friend’s day.

“Good luck,” you didn’t know what to say, finding yourself in an awkward position. “Or not really,”

Matthew nodded slowly, clearly getting uncomfortable and you were too. “So, are you talking to someone now—”

“Yeah, she is,”

You felt an arm snaking its way around your shoulder, tensing for a minute until you realised whose voice it was.

“Lee Heeseung?” Matthew’s demeanour changed in a flash, suddenly seeming more spiteful and filled with jealousy. This was giving you deja vus of the red flags you’ve experienced in your past relationship. It made you feel sick.

“Son Matthew,” Heeseung cooed, eyeing him readily. Heeseung and Matthew had always been somewhat rivals ever since they started playing hockey. Matthew had mentioned a ‘rival’ once too many times in the past and lucky you, you were able to piece it together after entering college where you’d watched their teams play against each other once for a cup competition.

“Long time no see,” Heeseung said coolly, a small smirk on his face as he stared back at your ex, whose expression was twisting into a foul look. “Ready for the next game?”

At Heeseung’s mocking tone, Matthew scoffed. “You haven’t changed, eh? Still the usual overconfident Lee Heeseung,”

“They don’t call me ‘ace’ for no reason, right? Hey, I deserve some bragging rights,” you rolled your eyes at Heeseung’s words, which seemed to tick your ex further. He really knows how to rile someone up, doesn’t he?

“See you on the ice,” Matthew grumbled, walking past Heeseung and you, making sure to mumble ‘jerk’ loud enough for Heeseung to hear, prompting him to let out a laugh as he waved your ex tauntingly goodbye.

“How friendly,” Heeseung gritted out through a forced smile, his eyebrows furrowed, obviously annoyed but then he turned to you, a quizzical look replacing his previous agitated expression. “How do you know this guy? He’s a complete douche,”

“He’s my ex,” you admitted not so happily, noticing the slight surprise in Heeseung’s face.

“He wasn’t trying to do anything to you right?” Heeseung asked at once, his eyes flashed with worry as they darted around your face to your body. You softened at his words, shaking your head and reaching over to take his hand in yours.

“I’m fine, really. It was really awkward though,” you tried to laugh it off, but in reality you were so ready to dig yourself a grave. “You’re not wrong, he is a jerk and I don’t know what I even saw in him when he literally cheated on me,”

“Speaks a lot about his character for being so shit off and on ice. I’m sorry, Y/N, you deserved more than someone like him,” Heeseung squeezed your hand gently, passing you a consoling smile.

“It’s alright, Hee, I’ve gotten over him years ago. I hope you guys beat his ass next game,” you swung his hand lightly, beaming at his presence, but not noticing the fact that he was trying his best to hide a smile.

Heeseung cleared his throat. “I’ll trash him for you, Y/N,”

“Sounds like another challenge. I’ll take you up on it,” you smirked.

“You have to stop tormenting me, I swear,” Heeseung sighed wearily at your antics, but he couldn’t resist a lopsided grin. “Anyway, where were you even going?”

“To get a drink,” you blatantly lied through your teeth, unwilling to admit that you were actually looking for him. There’s one thing that Yunjin always preached and it was to never let a man know you’re chasing him. In times like this, you were about to listen to her teachings.

“You had fun dancing with Jay?” Heeseung smoothly brought up, completely having zero intentions of either sugar coating nor hiding his jealousy, and you were stunned by his straightforwardness, a small grin tugging at your lips.

“He offered me company, so I took up that offer. Someone here was off flirting with someone else, no? I thought you were a gentleman?” you said teasingly, but in secret, you had to admit you were a little upset. Just a little.

Heeseung stared back at you, a look of amusement and deadpan on his face.“I wasn’t flirting, Y/N. She was asking what drink I got since it looked funky and being the gentleman I am—” he gave you a smirk and winked, “— I answered her question, but she couldn’t hear me so I had to lean in. It’s genuinely a misunderstanding from someone else’s point of view,”

Noticing the slight lingering doubt in your features, he smiled at you reassuringly, throwing his arm around you and started guiding you back to the private room. “You do know I’m yours for the night, right? I won’t leave you for someone else. I told you I’ll have you by my side and I’ll stick to it,”

“Just for tonight?” you said curiously, peering up at him.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow at you quizzically, but you just brushed it off, flushing a little at your own words, meanwhile Heeseung sneaked a small smile after noticing your panicky behaviour.

“Let me take you home,” Heeseung offered, pushing the door open to a room scattered with people here and there, some making out on the couch and some at the corner having small talks. The contrast was certainly there.

“What about the whole birthday celebration for Jay? Cake?”

“Oh he’s too drunk for that,” Heeseung waved his hand dismissively, as if this was a common occurrence. “Sunghoon will help him out, don’t worry,”

“If you say so … then I won’t decline your kind offer,” you furrowed your eyebrows, pursed your lips and stared pointedly at Heeseung. “Did you drink?”

“Mocktails, Y/N, mocktails. I’ve been pulled over before and trust me, I want none of that again,”

“Bad boy Heeseung … interesting,” you nodded slightly, a mischievous smirk on your face, to which was met with Heeseung unamused laugh.

“I’ll dump you here if you call me that again,” he huffed, picking up your jacket and bag.

“What happened to being yours for the night?” you said in a sing-song tone, looping your arm around his and pulled him through the door, making sure to wave a half-drunk Jay along the way out.

“Might have to make some adjustments then.”

“Mean.”

NEVER IN YOUR DREAMS WOULD YOU EXPECT YUNJIN TO absolutely embarrass Heeseung the moment he dropped you off at your doorstep. But that was exactly what had happened. 

"Oh Heeseung," Yunjin opened the door with a hand placed on her hip, staring straight at Heeseung with a vague smile.

"Uh … hi?" Heeseung greeted back with uncertainty, panning back and forth between you and your roommate.

"Kissed Y/N yet?" 

You and Heeseung immediately froze on the spot, blinking in question back at Yunjin, and you swore to yourself that you couldn't take anymore embarrassing moments for the night or else you'll soon be six feet under. You felt heat travelling up to your face and embarrassment crawling onto your skin.

"Well! Goodnight, Heeseung. Thanks for the ride!" you instantly pushed Yunjin back inside, closing the door but just enough for you to peek your head out.

"Don't mind her, she likes to think … outside the box sometimes!" you whispered to him, an apologising half smile on your face and ears burning a scarlet red, which Heeseung mirrored and finally after a last goodbye, he left and you were alone with Yunjin.

"I'll kill you, Huh Yunjin."

"Fuck."

It's been a few days since that interesting exchange and you've already texted Heeseung about it, being able to sigh a breath of relief when he was cool about it and sparing the trouble of chasing Yunjin around. Soon, with the mountain load of work, it was already Friday night hockey in a blink of an eye.

“You whore! You lying whore," Yunjin hissed, sucking her teeth. "I heard a specific someone is done with hockey boys? Is she in the room with us now?”

You were caught guilty at once, passing Yunjin a dirty look as you pulled Heeseung's jersey over your head. "It just … happened. Oh my God, am I actually in love?"

"Let's not jump to conclusions first, genius," Yunjin poked your forehead. "Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"No hesitation. I've truly lost you to him, huh?"

"You're always my number one, Jen," you rolled your eyes at her antics, picking your stuff up and starting to make your way out to the arena with Yunjin clinging onto your arm.

“But the problem now is who’s going to make the move first?” Yunjin hummed, chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip.

“I’m hoping he would,”

“Why don't you do it?”

“This isn’t the first day we’ve been friends, Jen,”

“Right …”

Being somebody who's afraid of confrontation, you find yourself stuck in the middle. Currently torn between wondering if you were finally ready for something new and worrying if Heeseung would treat you right. 'He's serious about you' rang in your head from time to time and you couldn't lie, you started reciprocating the interest he had in you over time.

"If you like him, just go for him," Yunjin spoke out of the blue after a moment of silence, as if reading your thoughts and sensing something off. "I'm serious, Y/N. He's a nice, genuine guy, and seeing the way he treats you, you deserve someone that gives you their all,"

"Yunjin I'll cry right now," you stopped in your tracks, pouting at your best friend while she could only laugh, throwing her arms around you and continuing to drag you towards the arena.

"Aren't they playing our rival team today?" Yunjin recalled, frowning a little upon realisation. "That means he's there too, no?"

"Unfortunately," you pressed your lips into a thin line, breathing out slowly. "You do remember me telling you that Heeseung and I bumped into him at the party right?"

“Yeah?”

“They’re definitely going to cause a scene tonight, I can feel it in my bones,” 

“It’s not that serious,”

“Remember Matthew’s lifelong rival since high school that I’ve mentioned before?”

“Don’t tell me it’s …”

“Heeseung. Small world, right?”

Yunjin raised her eyebrows in surprise, whistling quietly under her breath. "Quite unexpected," she said breathlessly, not realising that you were now already at the arena. "I'd love a fight,"

"You just love chaos,"

"And you're right," Yunjin smiled sweetly at you and you pushed her face away, earning a laugh from her. "Is Heeseung not meeting you pregame?" She nudged your side, raising her eyebrows expectantly with a knowing smirk on her face as she led you down to your usual seats in the arena.

"He did text me…" you said, seeing Yunjin's eyebrows rising higher. "But he said his coach is more strict for today so no pregame meetings,"

"Lame," Yunjin booed.

"He also said he's treating dinner tonight after the game,"

"Not lame," Yunjin switched up and practically almost jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands. "Let's feast tonight. Go team!"

"MAN, I NEED SOME POPCORN FOR THIS,"

Nervousness started creeping up on you as you witnessed the heated start of the game, both teams clashing roughly into one another and fouling left and right. Yunjin was entertained; you were worried and stressed.

"They keep fouling our team and no time outs, you're kidding," you threw your hands up in frustration, noticing other students grumbling as well.

"Are we surprised? Big games are like this," Yunjin shook her head, crossing her arm and leaned back into her seat.

Two periods went by rather quickly, both teams were tied and obvious vexation hung in the air. You noticed Heeseung was practically flying around, chasing the puck with vigor, bumping hard into other players in order to reach the goalpost, but to his dismay, he missed the shot, earning groans from many, you included.

The third period rolled over in a blink of an eye, the tension heightened as the two teams were finding ways to score desperately. Your eyes instinctively followed Heeseung's speeding figure, but something in your stomach told you things were about to turn sour real quick.

Heeseung was zooming across the defenders with ease, guiding the puck towards the goalpost, until a distinct figure, who happened to be the one and only, Matthew, skated up next to him and started causing trouble. You couldn't tell what was exactly happening, but the aggression between the two was getting heavier by each second.

Next thing you knew, Heeseung rammed into your ex, sending him flying to the glass panels, but that wasn't all. Heeseung completely forgo the puck, throwing his gloves to the side and skated up to Matthew, sizing him up.

Both teams were extremely caught off by this sudden fight between them, everyone started panicking the moment Heeseung grabbed Matthew by the neck, but your ex seemed unfazed and continued uttering something to him, leading up to the part where Heeseung punched the latter in the face.

You and Yunjin audibly gasped and so did everyone else in the arena, including the players on the bench and the coaches who were yelling over the noise. Those on the ice made their way to the fight, trying their utmost best to rip the two apart, but Heeseung had his hands practically glued on Matthew, not wanting to let go as he was seen screaming at him.

"I mentioned wanting a fight but not like this …" Yunjin muttered, now standing and occasionally tip-toeing to see what was happening. "Matthew obviously egged him on and pissed Heeseung off,"

"Heeseung has the worst temper on ice, he knew what he was doing," you frowned, getting worried as you watched the referee sending both of them to the penalty box. Heeseung threw his helmet on the floor in frustration, his wet strands of hair sticking onto his forehead.

"Well, at least the team is winning," Yunjin pointed out to the score line, where a glorious 3-2 was showing on the jumbotron. The home team managed to score the winning goal after the game was resumed, taking advantage of the opposition's bewilderment from the fight to mess their strategy up.

The crowd was cheering and jumping, food got scattered around onto the floor and the away fans could only leave in silence. Towards the end of the final period, Heeseung's penalty ended and he joined the team in exiting the ice, face still a little sour as his coach started telling him off.

“You should find him after this,” Yunjin tapped your side and you nodded in agreement, making sure to text him beforehand. 

‘Locker room’ was the only thing he texted back and you slowly got anxious, curious as to what had really happened between him and your ex on ice. One thing’s for sure, it definitely wasn’t something good. 

You stormed up to the doors of the locker room, heaved a breath of courage and pushed your way in. Lucky for you, by the time you got there mostly everyone was gone, except for Heeseung and Sunghoon, both sitting on a bench, whispering aggressively at one another. That was until Sunghoon caught your approaching figure, giving Heeseung a final word before standing up.

“Y/N,” Sunghoon passed you an awkward smile, a first aid kit in his hands. “I’ll leave him in your hands, I have an appointment with someone now,” he basically thrusted the box into your hands, whispering a quick apology and thanks before scampering away.

You felt helpless and confused as the box sat in your hands, then you started advancing slowly towards Heeseung and soon, you were standing directly in front of him, prompting him to stare up at you, still managing to crack a smirk even when his face looked rough. His left eye was bruised, lips cut and cracked and practically bleeding, his knuckles red and bruised. Overall, he was quite literally a mess.

"You're wearing my jersey,"

"And you're bleeding right now, is that important?"

"To me it is,"

"You're a fool. You have a bruised eye now," you fingers grazed against his cheeks, gaze travelling from one end to the other of his face.

"Do you still think I’m cute?"

"One more word and I'll add a bruise on the other eye," you gave him a side eye and he only responded with a chuckle, patting the empty spot beside him and you complied, sitting down and your shoulder touched his, leaving zero space between the both of you.

“What happened?” you hissed, staring pointedly at him as your hands dug through the items in the first aid kit.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Heeseung grunted, nodding at your actions and you only returned an unamused look.

“I do, now stop avoiding my question,” you hissed, applying some ointment on his knuckles, causing him to flinch in pain, face screwed in discomfort. “What happened, Hee? I saw,”

Heeseung was reluctant, but he gave in eventually, anger evident in his gaze and tone. “It was your ex,”

“I know you are rivals, but you could’ve just ignored him—”

“No, you don't get it, I can’t! He was talking shit about you,” Heeseung ran a hand through his hair in frustration, adam apple bobbing as he tried not to burst out. "'Go back to that slut', 'do you enjoy my leftovers'. I can't just continue playing after the shit he said, there's no way I'll stand there and do nothing,"

"It's okay, Hee—"

"It's not," he huffed, his frown deepened, running a hand across his face. "It's not okay and I wasn't going to let that man call you names and walk free,"

You couldn't resist a smile, your heart thumping against your chest and your gaze softened, placing a hand on his. "Thanks for standing up for me. Really."

"I always will at any time, I care about you, Y/N, and I don't want anything bad happening to you," Heeseung blurted out, his face gradually turning red upon realising his own confession, making sure to seem nonchalant as he switched the topic. "You should've seen his face when I actually punched him. He was all talk only,"

"He's like that, unfortunately," you sighed as you finished wrapping some compressible bandages over his knuckles, whispering a quick 'sorry' when he winced.

“Honestly if you keep pulling these tricks on ice, I might think you’re into me,” you added boldly, referring to the other time where he dedicated a goal to you and he, too, realised the same, the tip of his ears turning a slight red.

“What if I told you I am?”

“Oh, I know,”

Heeseung leaned back, an amused grin plastered on his face. You couldn't tell if he's glad you knew or if he's in horror. "Am I that obvious? Am I too transparent?"

"Well, would you rather me be dumb and not take the hint?"

"Definitely not that," Heeseung leaned back closer to you, letting you clean the small cut on his lips. "I have a feeling someone ratted me out to you,"

"Partially, but I did have a feeling," 

"Motherfucker," he hissed under his breath, then his eyes widened, a look of panic flashed across his face. "So … you know I liked you before this, then do you … like me?"

You rolled your eyes, in disbelief these words were coming from the fuckboy himself. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here," you were finally done patching him up, placing everything back neatly into the box as he watched your every move. "You're fantastic at hockey but you're terrible at feelings, Hee,"

"I'm easily intimidated,"

"I didn't see you being intimidated while fighting,"

"Intimidated by pretty girls, I mean,"

"How charming," you mused, bumping his shoulder softly. "When and how did it even start, I thought you were the type to fuck around,"

"I've noticed you since English class and after some time, I saw you at my games too. I didn't want to approach you since I was worried you'd think of me differently because of my past—"

"Fuckboy-ness?"

"You could put it that way," Heeseung clapped his hands, leaning forward to rest his arms on his thighs. "I just liked you. You were funny at presentations, charming, passionate in things you liked. I wanted to get to know you better and after meeting you, it just … clicked,"

"But at the party, why did you even bother asking my name when you already knew who I was?"

"First impressions matter, Y/N. I didn't want to seem like a whole ass stalker,"

"You could've mentioned that you knew my name from English. 'Oh you're Y/N from English', there,"

"Are you teaching me how to flirt?"

"I'm teaching you how to flirt with me,"

"Alright then," Heeseung turned his body to fully face you now, a look of seriousness on his face. "Y/N from English, I like you. So much till the point where I feel suffocated. I don't care if you'll beat my ass after we lose and I'll listen to all of your analysis, will you go out with me?"

"Yes and I like you too, jackass. Now shut up and kiss me already," you wrapped a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in towards you and attached your lips to his, instantly melting against his touch the moment he snaked a hand across your jaw. 

You couldn't believe this was happening, it felt like a dream. His lips were soft, the taste of mint on his tongue lingered, the feeling on his lips on yours was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. 

Heeseung broke away momentarily, his forehead remained pressed against yours and you could feel his breath against your lips. "You're really romantic, Y/N,"

"You bet," you giggled in between kisses, your hands pushing him back a little as he practically chased your lips like a starved man. "You should go change,"

"Fuck, you're right," he glanced down at his hockey gear clad body. "It's getting late too, I'll drive you back. Want to stop by a drive through? I told you tonight's my treat,"

"I'm down,"

"Let me get my clothes, wait here," Heeseung stood up, ready to walk away but halting abruptly. "Tomorrow night, dinner, is that okay?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"It's whatever you like,"

"Pick me up at 7,"

"On it," Heeseung nodded slowly, taking note of it mentally. "Also, does Yunjin want some food too?"

"If you buy her some, you'll immediately be on her good list, just saying,"

"You two are so alike, it's scary,"

"We're besties for a reason."

IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT IN THE LOCKER room. You remembered coming home with Heeseung tailing behind you after, a bag of food in his hands and a welcoming Yunjin greeting him at the door.

"You two finally kissed, didn't you?" Yunjin mentioned carelessly in between bites of her burger and you swore you saw Heeseung's soul escaping his body. "That's the shade of lipstick Y/N wears on the side of your lips,"

Heeseung's hand flew to the side of his lips, touching the spot where you gave him a small peck of encouragement before getting off of the car.

"I'm glad you two are together," Yunjin continued, not noticing the flushed state you and Heeseung were in. "It's been months—oh God, I need to tell Jake this,"

And she did, leading to Jake calling you up the day after where he basically shouted through the phone. Since then, you had a plus one to every football game Jake played in.

"You guys are so annoying," Yunjin grimaced at the sight of Heeseung leaning his head onto your shoulder.

It was currently a Saturday night just after Heeseung's playoff match in which he scored three goals, so now, the team and your friends were at a nearby bar celebrating the victory.

"Stop being jealous," Heeseung defended, dropping his voice and closing in. "That's why I told you to go for Jay,"

"Him? Only God can put up with him, I barely know him and I already couldn't stand him,"

"Someone will eventually," you shrugged, taking a sip out of your mocktail.

"Good luck to them," Jake mumbled, holding his cup up for a toast and downed it all within the next second.

The night ended with a very drunk Yunjin along with many other drunk hockey players stumbling over their feet. Jake offered to take Yunjin home and she could only splutter out some responses, while you and Heeseung went by yourselves.

"If we can win the playoffs, I'll literally explode," Heeseung was currently the happiest man in the world, one hand holding his girlfriend while the other was close to touching the playoff trophy. He could ask for nothing more.

"It'll happen, Hee," you assured, running your thumb across his finger softly. "It's bound to happen, the team is strong. You have to believe my analysis too,"

"Pfft, fairs, your analysis does always hit the spot,"

"See? I'm always right,"

"Yeah yeah," Heeseung chuckled, pulling the car to park once you've arrived at your dorm's carpark and you two just sat there naturally, a sense of ambiance in the air as the radio played quietly in the background.

"I love you,"

Those three words were the first to break the silence. Heeseung looked like he was in disbelief although he was the one who said it first. Meanwhile, you were starting to smile like a fool.

"Did I—"

"I love you too, you idiot," you grabbed his face before he could continue, knowing well he'll end up rambling in the end. You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, earning a stunned look from him until he eventually returned the favour.

"Was it too soon?" He mumbled against your lips as he gradually pulled away.

"I was actually wondering when you'll crack,"

"Fuck off," he scoffed, squeezing your cheek gently upon seeing your playful smirk. His gaze softened, eyes evidently filled with affection, anyone could literally vouch for how whipped this man was."I love you, stay by me forever, please,"

"Say less, captain." 

Hockey boys might've scared you once, but this time, one of them ended up mending your broken heart and won you over instead, and thankfully, he was here to stay. For a long time.

[heartfullofleeches]

All I could picture was Brie having never smoked before meeting Stoner Darling. So you just get

Viewer: Wait you smoke!?

Brie: *High off his ass* I do now!

Plus Brie only ever getting stoned after he met up with Darling again, so it just becomes their thing. He gives them cum laced food, they give him weed.

Brie's probably tried it once or twice at parties, but never thought about it outside of those occasions. After accidentally serving someone a pizza topped with his "secret sauce" poor boy is in need of a little medicinal relaxation.

-

"So you're a virgin, huh-"

Brie chokes on his spit.

"M-me?!"

"First time smoking? Least with another person. You used that blunt I gave you the other night, didn’t you? Lucky for you, you're in the hands of a professional. If you green out at any point I got some milk in the fridge. Does better for you than water."

A blessing. What Brie had written the worst night of his life turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. Who could've guessed a wrong address would lead to him to doorstep of someone like you. He's never felt this was about a crush before and he hasn't even known you long- Brie almost couldn't belive the promise of bringing more free food was all it took for an invitation into your humble abode.

On today's menu was a basket of wings and fries coupled with some ranch to dip them in. You had already cleared three of small cups in between rolling a blunt for the two of you to share. At some point, you skipped the chicken entirely in favor of scrapping your fingers around the rim of the plastic. Brie's heart nearly stopped in his chest when you asked him to bring a full container of the stuff the next time he stopped by.

Doing that kind of work for his fans had always been a hassle, but he'd do anything to see you again.

Wipping your mouth with a napkin and taking a few swigs of the water bottle on the table, you seal the roll before offering it to Brie along with a lighter. His shorts shrunk a little watching your skilled tongue flow across the paper.

"You want the first hit?"

Brie's eyes remain glued to your lips. With all he's done by now an indirect kiss shouldn't mean that much to him... Still...

"Uh... I don't mind waiting. It's your weed afterall."

"Aren't you sweet. Suit yourself."

Easing back against the couch, you place the thinner of the blunt to your lips - lighting the end as you inhale. You take a few puffs before passing it off to him. Brie breathes deep as he holds it to his mouth, though there's a different type of high he's chasing as he closes his eyes.

Looks like his fans are in for another surprise stream soon as he gets home-

[writtenbymoonflower]

Pint

It's game day and one of your customers is a player (in two ways) - Jamie Tartt x fem!reader

cw: mentions of alcohol, the exact WRONG way to speak to service workers

755 words

“Thank you, come again soon.” You said for the fiftieth time that night as another red and blue clad patron left the pub, the little bell on the door causing a pavlovian jolt to go through your body. You glanced up at the clock, grimacing when you saw you still had an hour and a half of your shift left. Thankfully things were quieting down for the night, only a few of your regular dawdlers slumping drunkenly in their chairs. You wiped your spirit-soaked hands on your apron and went back to cleaning glasses. There was some cooking show playing low on the television that no one was paying attention to. No one paid attention to the telly unless there was a game on, and the Richmond game ended hours ago. 

When the door opened again, the drunk stragglers let out half-delirious cheers.

“Welcome.” You said, without looking up. The person sat in the chair right in front of you. “What can I get for you?” 

“Pint of Guinness, please.” You still didn’t look up at the man as you poured, careful to not get beer down the side as you filled it right to the brim. You felt bad for your lack of charisma, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be peppy. The pub had been packed full of rowdy customers, as it always is on game days, but when one of the players made an apparently ‘impossible shot’ everyone decided that called for three rounds of shots per person. Your feet were aching from walking all day and you were sure you would never get the scent of spilled vanilla vodka out of your work trousers. 

Only when you set the glass down did you finally look up at the patron, and you were suddenly far more embarrassed about how uninterested you must have seemed. You weren’t a football fan, but almost everyone in Richmond would recognize that megawatt smile from a mile away. You spilled a bit as the glass hit the table. 

“Shit, sorry.” You winced, moving to grab napkins (and recompose yourself).

“You’re grand, love. I tend to have that effect on people.” He smirked. You rolled your eyes. Jamie Tartt was known for two things. One was being an amazing footballer, the second was being a shameless flirt. Despite this knowledge, your cheeks still flamed.

“Congrats on the win today.” You knew your smile was awkward, but you tried your hardest. He rewarded you with a dizzying grin.

“Ah, thanks. It was a prick move, but worth it.” He smirked. You pretended to know what he was referencing, nodding half-heartedly. You didn’t actually watch the game. He dug around in his pocket before setting a heap of coins on the bar top. “Six quid, right?” 

“It’s on me.” You waved him off. It was the least you could do for your lack of hospitality, especially after his win. 

“Love, if I got free handouts every time I got my team a win, I wouldn't be payin' for anything." He winked. You still didn't take the coins. He sighed "Take it as a tip, then.” He shoved the coins toward you. You looked at him incredulous. 

“You can’t seriously be trying to give me a six quid tip.” 

It should be criminal for someone to look that self-satisfied and that endearing at once. He narrowed his brown eyes at you, challenging. “Who says I can’t?” 

“Common sense.” You suggested, turning your back to him. If you looked at his stupidly attractive face any longer you would be sick. 

“Fair but... I did win today.” He argued. You could hear the smirk in his voice, only made more dizzying by his thick mancunian accent. “Don’t I get a prize?” You turned back around to give him a deadpan ‘are you serious’ look. 

“I hardly think paying for your own drink counts as a prize.” You decided to not bring up how the free drink would be his prize and wiped at a nonexistent spill. 

“I could buy you a drink then? Have it with me when you get off?” His eyes raked down your form shamelessly. Your head spun, but you pretended to be unaffected by his coquetry. 

“Why not.” You were sure he wouldn’t stick around that long anyway. He smiled, more genuine this time. 

“I’ll be here.” He took a sip of his drink. “If it goes my way, you'll get off twice tonight." He winked.

You almost dropped the glass you were cleaning. 

[jinxed-lemon]

Part 2 to my original post of Mean Siblings Unbreakable Bond because it’s funny writing them:

Whenever they play an outdoor game like Hide and Seek or Tag, it’s a battle to the death to achieve victory. Sonic usually wins the most bc he’s the fastest, so the one ace in his sleeve that Tails learned to pull is the waterworks. Sonic find him during hide and seek? Tears. Sonic is close to tagging him? Tails will fall down and pretend to get hurt and start sobbing. Sonic falls for it every time.

Doing laundry? They make it last for hours on end bc they’ll literally take each others stuff out of the wash mid cycle to out their own in. It pisses the other off so much to the point where they’re constantly stopping the wash to switch out the clothes. Oh, Sonic is washing his old blue hoodie??? Too bad, Tails yanks it out of the washing machine sopping wet and drops it on the floor with a splat to put his blanket in. They know that they can probably just wash their stuff together but it’s funnier this way.

They’re play fighting and Tails learned to do that infamous leg kick. You know the move you do when you’re cornered on your back? He just starts kicking his legs at full speed and Sonic starts screaming bc it’s nearly impossible to get past that move.

Sonic is eating chips and he has dust all over his hands? He purposely bypasses the numerous napkins they have just to go up to Tails and wipe his hands over his head to have the chip dust fall on top of him. Tails retaliates by shaking the empty chip bag over Sonic’s head.

Tails is an avid coffee drinker and Sonic has tried everything to stop his addiction. So he tries the famous ‘replace the sugar with salt’ trick to mess with him. One morning Tails puts the salt in instead and when he takes a sip Sonic already had that shit eating grin on his face. Tails immediately spits the coffee in his face and Sonic fall to the ground screaming.

Tails take advantage of his shorter height and sneakiness to kneel down and tie Sonic’s shoe laces. He’ll fall face first and before Tails can book it away Sonic will stick his leg out and make his brother fall too.

Their favorite way to embarrass the other is going onto each others social media accounts and changing something about their profile. Tails logs on one day and finds that his profile picture had been changed to an embarrassing photo Sonic took of him one day and PROMISED not to show anyone else. Sonic goes into his Twitter and for some reason there’s hundreds of posts hyping up Eggman and basically talking about how Eggman is the best/greatest, etc. His profile, header- everything is basically changed to pro-Eggman propaganda.

Fans: are you and Eggman friends now???

Sonic: I was hacked I would never say this shit pls you gotta believe me 😭

Tails LOVES bringing up the ‘divorced parents’ story whenever someone asks about the relationship between him and Sonic. Like Sonic is about to explain how Tails is his adoptive brother and Tails immediately interrupts and says, “Yeah, this is my dad. He got custody of me after the divorce and it’s been really hard lately so try to be nice to him ok? :(“

They’re eating out at a diner/restaurant and Sonic looooves secretly telling the waiters that it’s Tail’s birthday so they’ll do that embarrassing thing of coming to their table and singing happy birthday in front of the whole restaurant. Tails is mortified and covers his face every time and Sonic will record the whole thing like a corny parent and say “Oh he’s just a little shy! Smile at the camera Tails!1!!1!! 😁”

[sociopathicartist]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do both fluff and some suggestive or more mature relationship headcanons with Sans?

tysm for requesting! all the suggestive/mature ones will be below the cut

Classic!Sans x reader (Fluff and Suggestive) headcanons.

Not that Sans would be extremely clingy per se, but he is very attached to you. I feel like he’d for sure like to just show up to your work quite often with a lunch or snack for you that he made, always packed with a silly joke written on your napkin inside. He kinda works various jobs and works around town since he’s not a big fan of the boring, same daily routine with his life, so whenever he’s off from work and he doesn’t have really anything to do since almost all his time goes to you, he’ll just show up to surprise you anyways. He likes to just spawn in behind you, sometimes he’ll tap your shoulder and give you a little kiss on your neck as he stands on his tiptoes to let you know he’s there, other times he’ll send you a photo of yourself to be silly. He likes the most though to just stand behind you and wait for you to turn around and notice he’s there, followed by a short scream from the Sans jumpscare. Is that weird? Probably. He doesn’t care.

“Sans! Where the fuck did you come from?”

‘whaaat? babe, it’s just me.’

-

He’s gotten into the habit recently of bringing you things every time he sees you. The gifts rotate out, and they range in extreme variation, but most of them are just silly things he saw when he was out and he bought it because he thought of you. Sans has found that he doesn’t like showing up empty-handed when he sees you anymore, he always has something to slip into your pocket or tuck in your hair. It’s one of his favorite ways of showing you how much he appreciates you. The gifts range anywhere from your favorite flowers, to a smooth rock he found that he drew a face on for you, and to a little ring he saw at the store that he saved up for and waited until he was able to bring it to you at a fancy dinner together. He just really likes bringing you little things to show that he loves you, and it makes him happy to see you wearing a bracelet he got for you or seeing the flowers he gifted you resting nicely in a vase on your coffee table. Even whenever you’ve been dating for years and you both have moved in together, you’ll wake up some mornings to him tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly bringing up something he cooked for you to rest on your lap.

‘hey there, gorgeous. you want these waffles? made them just for you.’

-

Sans didn’t have much interest in dating before you and him became best friends, he was always a bit too lazy, a bit too tired, and a bit too occupied with other things. Those and the fact that nobody really suited him well enough for him to be interested romantically. It makes sense for him to be a virgin, sex is never really something he thought he’d be interested in ever trying with anyone at any point. Sure, the jokes are funny to make, and he hears from his coworkers about who got a piece of what last night, but the subject rang pretty deaf on him and he never had many thoughts of ever having sex with someone. It’s a good piece of effort for him too since he’s a skeleton and he’d have to use magic to conjure anything if that’s what his partner wanted. The topic never really was brought up whenever the two of you started dating, so he just pushed the idea aside.

Then when you were both cuddling on the couch like any other night, and your hand that was under his shirt mindlessly tracing along the vertebrae on his spine trailed a little bit too low, your skin felt just a little bit too soft, too nice. You saw his startled reaction, apologized, and pulled your hand away, but the feeling was still implanted in his mind.

He’s awkward to bring it up to you since he hasn’t talked about this with anyone before other than melee jokes and snickers, so whenever he awkwardly suggested that you both should get a bit more intimate, he wasn’t sure how to think on what was happening whenever you tugged him along to the bedroom. Needless to say, he doesn’t become as awkward on the subject or initiating anything around you, but you might have to be the one to tag him in for more a lot of the time since he still gets a bit too awkward to say or ask for anything.

-

He gets very vocal, which he wasn’t aware that some people don’t like that. It doesn’t make sense to him why you would want someone to be quiet with their noises, doesn’t that tell them what a good job they’re doing? He’s always mumbling something, always telling you how good he feels, how good you’re doing, how much he loves you. It’s a bit weird to see him so focused and into something, since he’s usually pretty nonchalant about 90% of things around him, but it’s definitely a nice sight to see.

‘fuck, sweetheart, i can't-‘

‘wait- do that again, like that, i like that.’

‘holy shit, i love you so much.’

The only time he ever really shuts up is whenever he’s passed out afterward, looking folded over himself in a weird position since he just tumbled onto the pillows in exhaustion before dragging you down to sink into the bed with him.

-

He always wants to have his hands on you, all the time. This ties in with just him being physically affectionate, but to just be with you like this, getting to admire you and listen to you as you’re over him, he can’t help but keep his hands on you the whole time. They are either wrapped snugly around your waist, running through your hair, or tracing up and down your sides. Sans just can’t help it, his full and loving attention is just on you.

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I also just don’t feel like he’d be much into PDA or any exhibitionism. I know there are a lot of fanfics out there where he gets freaky in public with the reader, and this is no diss to them, but I just don’t feel like Sans would be one for that. That doesn’t mean he shuns you in public or anything because his arm is always wrapped around yours, and he’s always bumping into you and giving you little kisses on your knuckles whenever you’re around other people. He’s just not interested in making out or getting frisky in a public setting. He likes to be alone with you, somewhere nice and private where he feels safe just being able to relax, not masked in an alleyway or bathroom somewhere. Sans also just isn’t very open about his personal life or interests with people (other than you after a bit), so it doesn’t make logical sense for him to be so willing to have one of the most vulnerable sides of him able for show of being caught or seen.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

I just found your blog and I’m lowkey screaming because all the Tokio Hotel fuss is bringing me back down memory lane in the best way possible. Your writing is such a treat i’m loving it ♥︎

Now my request, It’d be so cute for Tom to meet his ultimate celeb crush (max 2 years older tho lol) at an award show like the vma’s. I feel like he would try to play off the starstruck by acting sly and cool but miserably fail lmao

It could end with reader handing him her/their number

Have a nice day btw !! I’ll go read the entirety of your blog now

(hello! Thank you for requesting and I'm happy these brjng you memories and that you like my writing! I didn't really include reader being older as two years inst really a lot but everything else I included! Have a nice day and I hope you enjoy my blog and this!)

Tom Kaulitz x Celeb Crush

He'd be freaking out internally panicking

He just wanted to go to the VMA's with the band and maybe, MAYBE, flirt with people there

But no!

Actually he was pretty happy to see you there

He was frozen for a minute

You actually had to be the one to come up to him

He was frozen because you were so goddamn pretty

And also you were pretty much a reason he wanted to become famous

You were around the same age, and you were pretty and had managed to become famous

So he wanted to do the same

And he, his brother and his friends did

He wondered what it would've been like to meet you on occasion

But when he did he felt frozen

He actually had to take a minute and for Bill to practically shove him to get him to talk

He tried so hard to flirt and impress you

He failed though

He was awkward for a bit

You actually understood and made time to make conversation with him

After a while he eased up and actually got down to flirting a bit

It was funny because he didn't know what to do when you flirted back

You guys sat together for the awards and talked for he doesn't even know how long

Bill, Gustav and Georg were behind him doing fake makeouts

Y'know the ones where you hug yourself and move your arms while pretending it's someone else?

They were doing that

Tom tried so hard to focus

He barely did

But it all came crashing down when you handed him a napkin

With your number on it.

Stared down at it for a minute before looking between your smiling face and the napkin

He played it off the best he could with a smirk and laugh

Once you left he turned around and RAN to Bill, Gustav and Georg

He was freaking out and nobody even understood what he was saying

"I got her- I got the num- oh my god, oh my god- I can't breath-" 

Bill had to support him 

Imagine Bill holding him up as Georg tried to slap him awake and Gustav was fanning him with a plate from a table

Once he could finally recover he was beaming to them about it

But once he actually got the courage to dial the number?

Oh hell

He dialed it so many times and kept chickening out

Once he finally waited for it to ring, you answered!

You barely got out a hi and he hung. Up. The. Phone.

Bill almost slapped him

Gustav had to dial it and hold the phone as Bill held his arms not to have him hang up

He finally actually talked to you

And somehow, managed in hell to land a hangout with you

He tried to be sly, flirty and anything on the phone

But once it hung up he almost shrieked

Was shaking Bill by his shoulders

This may seem out of character for him, but he was having a mental crisis on what to wear

Deal with it.

[infernalodie]

was wondering if you could do a tara carpenter x male reader where R is the third killer and fucks tara in the ghost face outfit

𝐑𝐱 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 || 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

"'𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥"

Inspo: Deftones - Rx Queen Radiohead - Creep

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She was the salvation that you would never be able to have...

Warnings: Angst, slight obsession, smut, bulge kink, and even more angst

Words: 3192

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Y/n, get your head out of your ass.”

The harsh and cruel voice belonging to your friend made you blink and look back at the drink clasped between your warm hands. Your fingers twitched at the feeling of a water droplet touching the outside of your finger. Watching it expand and slide around the edge of your digit before dropping down the next and then the next.

It was Tara.

She was very much like the water droplet. She made you intently watch. She left a small spot on your ebony skin to stay there for as long as you wanted. She would fade out and then leave another lingering effect on you–so on and so forth. Expanding further and further until you had to acknowledge it. You loved every little bit of it.

“You need to realize that she’s going to have to die,” Amber muttered, taking a sip of her pop at the counter of the local diner in the center of Woodsboro. “So, come to terms with your feelings and then toss them out the window. Unless you are second-guessing yourself and don’t want to follow through on the plan.”

“I’m with you and Richie on this.” Your sharp words made the girl snicker in amusement. “You can’t blame me for feeling a bit of kilter because I’ve liked her since we were kids, alright? I didn’t just find my psychotic significant other on a subreddit full of creeps.”

“Watch what you say, Y/n,” Amber warned. “Keep this up, you’ll just end up on the chopping block as well.

Sighing, you grabbed a nearby napkin and dried your hands, pointing at the girl with a chuckle. “Exactly,” you said. “Fucking psycho.”

Her face twisted in distaste at your words. She wasn’t psycho. She was a fan. She was an advocate to bring back the great stab movies. Restore what once was–same as Richie. This was the only way she could see it working, so that didn’t make her a psycho. “Do I need to remind you that you decided to sign onto this as well?” She spat. “That makes you just as crazy as Richie and I.”

You scoffed, licking your lips. “Do we need to go over this again? I’m not a movie fanatic. I’m here to kill Sidney and that’s it,” you reminded the girl, who finally turned her gaze to you. “Nothing more and nothing less.” You waved your hand, arms crossing over your chest tightly as you leaned onto the counter.

Once Amber seemed to take the conversation was enough for her fill, you carefully looked over your shoulder. A couple of booths down was Tara sipping on a milkshake. The red-tinted straw tip between her lips as she talked to someone, smiling and revealing the tip of the straw she bit down on. It made you inhale sharply, continuing to watch with that unnerving sense of admiration.

Whatever she did, you believed you drank poison the minute you saw her. Her hands dripped with the substance that you savoured each waking moment. It binds you to her like a vow, a rope slowly bringing you closer and to her without a word of approval from you.

You were very conscious of these feelings. It annoyed you to a certain extent. Because when you’re laying in your room, you think of her. When you’re in class, you think of her. She invades your mind like ink to water. Bringing endless darkness to your life that could be mistaken as bad, but the darkness was your best friend. You felt content in its presence. You felt understood in its shadow. Her impact on you was monumental it broke your heart knowing she was on the list of victims to be met by yours, Amber’s, and Richie’s blades.

Blinking rapidly, you refocused your gaze on Tara and found she had already caught your gaze. Her eyebrows were sinched together in confusion and worry. You, being so lost in the beauty and unmistakable love you saw and felt from the girl, tears had begun to run down your face. Making you wipe them quickly, giving a forced smile and turning your attention back down to your drink.

But when you glanced over once more, you found Wes with her. Seeing him with her made something rise from the center of your chest and to your brain.  Lips pursing together as you looked forward and rolled your shoulders back, hands tightening their grasp on the glass cup.

“Wes.” Amber removed her gaze from the text messages between her and Richie. Looking at you in question as you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek. “Wes dies first and I kill him.”

That made Amber’s lips twist into a sick and evil grin, slinging her arm around your shoulder and shaking you encouragingly. “That’s what I like to hear.”

This isn’t wrong.

You weren’t crazy.

You had a motive that was more realistic than Richie’s or Amber’s.

There was a reason for your madness. A kindling flame that was given fuel to burn brighter and larger than before. If it didn’t happen now, it was bound to happen later down the line. And if you knew that, you knew you weren’t crazy. No one with a revenge plot gets labelled “crazy”, so why should you?

But now, sitting in front of Tara who cried silently under your masked gaze, you didn’t know what was right from wrong. Your morale compass was all kinds of fucked up and she was making this more difficult than it needed to be.

Richie and Amber were somewhere in Woodsboro causing mayhem after they told you to take Tara back to Amber’s house. The original house where Billy Loomis and Stu Macher had their final showdown. Coincidentally, the same place Sidney killed your father, her friend.

Not much of that could be bothered to be thought about as you stared at Tara, who cowered in the corner of the room. Her mouth was taped over and her wrist found the same fate. You toyed with your knife, the Ghostface mask hiding the conflict in your eyes and face as you fought with yourself over what to do. They wanted to kill her and in extension, that meant you did as well. But did you? Like, really? You could care less about anyone else besides maybe Samantha, but Gale and Sidney could bite the dust. Their time had passed and it was time to bring in the new generation.

Inhaling deeply, you gripped the handle of the knife in a reverse grip and stabbed it into the floor. The sound made Tara flinch with a cry as she closed her eyes. Hearing the heavy footsteps of your combat boots until they stopped. “Tara, look at me.” Doing as she was told, Tara slowly peeled her eyes open and felt her chest tighten at the sight of you. The mask taken off and your identity is finally revealed to her. Raising your hands, you carefully reached forward and undid the tape around her wrists. “I know you are likely going to run, so I’ll tell you that I have a gun and I will use it if I have to. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

The girl could only stare, so taking her silence as an answer, you finally ripped the final bit of the tape and instantly stepped back. Tara watched you closely, pulling the tape from her lips, allowing to her inhale deeply. “What are you doing, Y/n?”

A soft laugh fell from your lips, running a hand over your cornrows and clasping your gloved hands together. Only able to shrug as you looked up at her. “Doing what I think is right,” you replied. “I want you to know that before all of this, I didn’t want to hurt anyone besides Sidney Prescott. You were the one person I wanted to get hurt through this.”

“But you allowed this!” Tara exclaimed. “You allowed Amber to kill all these people! She tried to kill me, Y/n! She tried to kill Samantha!” You felt smaller than ever before. Feeling her scrutiny and disapproval hurt a lot more than what you’d felt before. Maybe it was because you’d been only exposed to the smiles and warm Tara Carpenter. But what else were you expecting besides an angry, disgusted, and fearful Tara Carpenter?

So, taking the gun from the back of your pants, you twisted the handle towards the girl. Sniffling and leaning forward, a blank look on your face with you allowed her to take it. “Safety’s on. Flip the switch on the side and you can kill me,” you stated. “You deserve to serve justice and help your sister.”

Tara stared at you in bewilderment. That was it? You were just giving up? With everything she’s experienced in the past few days, this felt way too easy. But if she peeled the layers of the situation, of you, then she connect the dots that led to reasoning. You were her friend. Or at least, that’s what she still believed. You were a soft soul. A complex character within the friend group that made you incredibly unique to the others. There were things about you that she only knew and would never tell a soul. You were a second home to her. You loved walks in the rain when most would consider it a danger. She’s loved you since pre-school and she believes that even now, you probably felt the same. Able to feel the same things as she was because you were you. You weren’t broken like Amber.

Taking the gun cautiously, Tara saw you place your hands on your thighs and let out a strangled sigh. Swallowing the lump in your throat, looking up at her to find her holding the gun, but never lifting it. “Don’t drag this on for too long, Tara,” you said. “Amber is going to be back soon and you’ll want to be out of the house before that happens.”

The longer she stared at you, the longer she felt her own conflict. Her lips wobbled as she began to lift the pistol, before letting out a shaky sigh and letting it fall to her side. “Fuck you. Fuck you for putting me in this situation,” she whispered. “God fucking damn it. Why? Why did you have to do it? Why did you have to kill?”

Holding her gaze, you let out a grunt, looking to the ground and clasping your hands together. “I could kill her,” you started. “I could’ve killed Sidney Prescott a long time ago for killing my dad. I could kill her and just walk away without regret in my mind. But that doesn’t make it easy or change anything. I can live with it.” Lips trembling you pressed a finger to your temple. “But there’s no peace up here. The pain and knowledge I can’t bring him back continue to pound in my head. It’s either I get locked up or I put a bullet through my head. There’s no sense of meaning without-”

You stopped yourself, puffing out breaths as you avoided the girl’s gaze. Bowing your head as you sniffled and swallowed the cement in the back of your throat. “There’s no sense of meaning without you.”

Saying it out loud, finally letting it be known, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Able to breathe easier without the endless hole in your chest being alleviated with some pure. Something you hadn’t felt in a very long time. And for you to tell it to Tara made the sense of death be more accepting than it had before. Because as long as she knew and understood how you felt, then you could be plunged into the endless abyss with a smile.

But the least you expected was to feel Tara’s hands grasp your face and her lips press against yours. You melted into it without a second delay. Hand reaching up and grasping her jaw, pulling her incredibly closer as you stood to your feet, towering over her. Forcing her to painfully stand up on her tippy toes. But she couldn’t care less about the heat that invaded her body from the kiss.

“Are you sure you want this?” You asked between kisses. “After everything I’ve done?”

“If this is my last night on Earth, I want to spend it with you.” Her words sent butterflies against the inside of your chest as you kissed her.

But this wouldn’t be her last night on Earth. You wouldn’t let that happen.

Hot breaths lingered and intermingled together. Tara’s arms were coiled around you, hands finding their place on the large expanse of your back. Nails dug into the black fabric of the cloak you wore, hiding the warmth of your hot skin that she wanted to taste on her lips. And your face was masked with the Ghostface. Not by your choice of course, but it was hidden in the crook of her neck.

Your hands held her hips, groans filling her ears with her pants entering your own ears. “I love you,” she whispered. “Fuck, I love you.”

Hearing the confession only spurred you on further. An open-lipped smile etched on your face as you pounded your hips into the girl. Feeling her gasp and dig deeper into the fabric surrounding your body. “I love you too.”

Reaching down, Tara took one of your hands and placed it on her stomach. The feeling of your cock creating a small noticeable bump made your ego grow. Enabling you to press down and thrust harder and faster. Earning a cry from the girl, head rolling back.

The prickling of her release rapidly approached. The sensation of euphoria filled her bone marrow and nerves as her legs curled around your waist. Helping plunge your cock into her and the action was enough to make your own release approach.

“Fuck, Tara.” You ripped the mask off your face, pressing a kiss to her lips. You swallowed her moan, feeling her walls clamp around your cock. Finally tossing you over the edge with your hips stuttering and slamming into Tara’s. Parting her lips with a moan, resting your forehead against hers. Body shaking with Tara smiling up at you. Exhaling sharply with your hips bucking into hers. Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

If life was going to be this perfect, the idea of deviating from your plan was sounding more appealing. But the happiness and bliss could only last for so long. “Y/n!” Amber’s voice could be heard downstairs. “Time to greet our guests!” You glanced at the girl, seeing the once look of desire be replaced with fear.

This wouldn’t be her last night on Earth. You wouldn’t let that happen.

“You fucker, you betrayed us!” Richie grunted, battling with you to get ahold of the pistol. Tara was hidden somewhere in the house, Samantha was laid on the floor from a knife wound, whilst Gale and Sidney were dealing with a ballistic Amber in the kitchen.

“Switching sides is a bitch, huh?” You quipped, head-butting the man and kicking him in the stomach. He fell to the floor and you scrambled for the gun but stopped when feeling a knife being plunged into your side. A yell fell from your lips as another stab was placed in your back.

Swinging your elbow back, you hit Richie in the nose and knocked him off. Reaching for the gun, you rolled onto your side and shot him in the stomach. Richie cried, falling back and collapsing against the wall, allowing you to breathe. “Fucking psycho,” you muttered, painfully rising to your feet.

Richie held his interlocked hands over his stomach, blood seeping through the cracks. His face visibly paled at the copious amounts of blood leaving his body. “You stupid motherfucker,” he groaned. “Fucking ruined my movie. You could’ve just helped us and been a part of history! But you had to go and fuck it all up, you stupid fucking cunt-”

Another gunshot filled the air, Richie crying out as his shot leg trembled with his head slamming against the wall. “Motherfucker!”

“You fucking talk too much,” you breathed. “You and Amber are psychos–And so help me if you quote the movies I’m going to scalp you, you stupid fuck!”

Richie laughed, shaking his head with rapid breaths falling from his lips. “No, I have a better idea-” Without so much as a warning, he tossed the knife he had stabbed into your back into your stomach. A sharp exhale fell from your lips as your finger tensed around the trigger. Shooting Richie right in the head where he could finally stop his tirade and rot in hell.

You stumbled back, the gun slipping from your grasp. A guttural moan fell from your lips as one of your hands found the wall behind you. “Y/n!” The top half of your body became heavy as you lifted your gaze to the voice.

Your face was tense as you found Tara standing with her sister at the kitchen doorway. Looking down at your stomach, your hands shakily found their place around the knife wound before you stumbled back into the wall. Sliding down and leaning against the wall. Head wobbling as your chest fought to catch air into your lungs. Eyes fluttered as you inhaled shakily, groaning with your lips wobbling. Tasting the harsh metallic crimson on the bed of your tongue, trying to hold back a cough.

Tara came to your side, hands surrounding the knife to try and hold the blood in. “Y/n, you’re going to be okay,” she reassured shakily. “Just keep your eyes open. Don’t you dare close them!”

A groan could only be given in response as you stared at her. An unwavering look in your eyes as your lips slowly twitched in a smile. Eyes brimming with tears as your hands grasped hers. She looked up at you, whimpering when finding you crying. “Hey, don’t cry. You’re going to be alright. Just… Just keep your eyes on me.” She held your face, looking between your accepting eyes and the wound.

There was a pause in your actions, a sense of absolution with your mind beginning to clear. You slowly took in every little feature on her face. Eyes carefully flickering to each tidbit that had made you smile and get up in the morning. Not wanting to miss a single thing as you felt her vision clouded with exhaustion. Only offering a quiet, “I love you” before your head fell. The strength in your hands dissipates with Tara’s lips parting, hearing you let out a quiet exhale.

“Y/n?” She whispered, earning no response from your lifeless body. “Y/n?” She repeated, hands coming up to hold your face and finding your eyes empty. A husk that was once the light you brought into her world. Tears streamed down her face as she brought her lips to your forehead, choking on a sob.

“I love you.”

[cherrybunniesposts]

I HAVE A REQUEST!!!!

I want a reader x dean fiction where reader is spunky and witty, but in a sweet sort of way. It takes place when the boys go back in time to get thw phoenix ashes and the colt, when they don't come back on time, reader goes in after them. She's a total bad ass cowboy who hunts them down across Wyoming and brings them back!

Please please please I love you 💖 😍

Hi lovely! I saw these requests come in (I saw the second one as well!) While I had been working on my one shot called Mindbound, so I didn't get around to this one yet. I love the idea, and I definitely want to work on this one soon! School life has me busy so until I can get around to a full fic, here's a little drabble that's lingering in my mind:

With a full belly and a lead on where you might find Dean and Sam, you carry onwards and walk down the dirt roads of the little town you had landed in. You notice the bustling sounds of men loading up carts and women's fans rustling as they flitter around their front yards, everyone easily settled into their sense of normalcy - and making your own encroachment on the peaceful town feel wrong.

You notice a proud stallion knickering and waiting patiently for its owner, tied up against a wooden post outside of a general shop. You approach the horse hesitantly, giving a few small rubs to the side of its face. When you aren't kicked into the next dimension or stomped on, you sigh in relief, continuing to pet the golden brown stallion.

"There we go, that's a good horsey"

The owner, a gruff man with a rounded belly, stocky arms, and a furrow to his brows that signaled the last time he smiled might have been when you were still in diapers, comes outside and raises a brow at you petting his horse.

"Git lost, lil girl. He ain't a pet. G'on back to yer momma"

You send a glare in his direction at being called a little girl and told to go running to your mom (a woman who didn't even exist yet, technically) before you straighten your back up, holding your ground.

"Mister? I've gotta ask, can I borrow your horse? I'm looking for someone, and I'd rather not do it on foot."

The owner, believing to be this was just the silly request of a lazy girl disobeying her daddy's wishes, was quick to give you an up and down before opening the side pouch on the stallion's saddle and loading his purchases inside.

"I ain't gonna repeat m'self again, lil girl. I ain't giving ya shit. Go run on home, before I gotta find yer daddy"

Your hand pauses its movements mid stroke through the stallion's luscious mane, turning your body to look at the older man. You take a few steps closer, adjusting your cowgirl hat on your head and clenching your jaw as you grit out your last patient request you'll give him today.

"I'm afraid I can't, sir. Last time I checked, four legs were quicker than two panicked ones, and I need my boys back."

(okay turns out I actually love this, so here's a few headcannons I have for her as well 🤭)

Cowgirl!Reader who had been a southern belle of her own little town growing up. With a tall frame, long brown hair and eyes like emeralds it hadn't been hard for every boy in town to notice her and want to chase after her tails

Cowgirl!Reader who learned just as quickly that she wasn't impressed with the boys in her town, or her town at all for that matter. It was safe and would always have a place in her heart for the sake of nostalgia, but she craved more. She broke her momma's heart when she left town to explore America, but she knew she needed to.

Cowgirl!Reader who bumps into the Winchester brothers when Sam and Dean were bickering in a diner, too distracted to pay attention to the woman they were about to walk into. Sam spilled his soda right onto her shirt before his anger faded away into humiliated apologies, and reader smiles patiently while waving his sorry's off. Dean had grabbed some napkins for her to clean herself up, impressed at her level head with Sam even after his slip up.

Cowgirl!Reader who's then approached by Dean again before they leave, who slips her a $20 dollar bill (saying it was to cover a new shirt) and an offer to start rolling with them now. After considering for a few moments she decides Sam is sweet enough and Dean's got a pretty enough face to say yes, and she climbs into the backseat a few minutes later

Cowgirl!Reader who calls both brothers "mister" for the first few months of knowing them, even after their mutual reassurance that the formality wasn't necessary.

Cowgirl!Reader who's eyes sparkling reminded Dean of the moon and that reference plus her heavy country accent earns her his nickname for her- Moonshine. She would hate it more if it didn't remind her of back home, as it was always her daddy's favorite drink, and she passively allows the nickname to stick

Cowgirl!Reader who doesn't snore, but she does twitch and jolt in her sleep. It does mildly freak sam out the first time they had reader squished between the two of them on the modest rickety hotel bed they all had to share- but Dean grumbles under his breath before throwing one arm around her waist and curling around her from behind, under the excuse of "restraining her down"

Cowgirl!Reader who gets irritated when Dean mocks her accent, and punishes him with a swat to the back of the head and ignoring him for a few hours until the pouty man came slinking over with his tail tucked between his legs

Cowgirl!Reader who decides to ride the mechanical bull at the most recent bar they went to, her hips rolling easily in time with the violent bucks of the whirring metal. She downs back a shot while still mounted on the bull- leaving Sam's jaw dropped and Dean's pants starting to feel a bit too tight.

Cowgirl!Reader who has a scary good aim with a pistol (even better when she's pissed off), and both brothers sheepishly agree that having her on their side was better than having her against them.

Cowgirl!Reader who seemed down in the dumps after her favorite cowgirl boots got ruined during a rushed escape through the woods, now officially losing her last piece of her items from her old town. She didn't say anything about it to the boys or whine about it (she was taught better than that by her daddy), but the boys still notice. That Christmas, Sam returns to her the old and now perfectly repaired boots he had nicked from her bags a couple months ago and hand repaired. Dean's right after him, handing her a box of brand new boots in a shiny chocolate brown tone that matched her hair.

"Here. Just in case you decide you want something brand new this time."

[cursedbanalities]

[[Figured I'd give it a go here!]]

My shoes were wet by the time I got to the manor, as were my pants and most of my belongings. Of course, the one time I didn't bring an umbrella was the time the sky decided to open up and pour all over me. Thankfully, I was able to take shelter on the mansion's deck, huddling under the roof. Despite the creepy and slightly worn-down look, it seemed the family was a fan of the macabre and kept their grounds well-maintained. There was a large graveyard in the distance, something that I had never seen on someone's property before, as well as several gargoyles and wrought-iron fences. Despite how soggy and cold I felt, I couldn't help but wonder what the townsfolk were going on about! These people probably just liked to embrace all things creepy and crawly.

I wiped the rain from my face, and noticed mascara stained my hands black. Great, I look like a friggin' raccoon now! I thought, desperately trying to find napkins somewhere in my purse. The door creaked open as I was wiping the mascara off of my face with a Taco Bell napkin, and I saw an extremely tall man with a square face standing in the doorway. He had to hunch over in order to properly see me, and was dressed in a full suit.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I said in a hurry, stuffing my wet, soiled napkin back into my purse. I quickly motioned to the storm outside. "The, uhm... the rain slowed me down. I don't have a car, unfortunately. Um... I'm here about the ad?"

The tall man smiled. Lighting struck and thunder cracked as he did so, adding an uncomfortable amount of drama. He turned and began walking away, leaving the door open. At first, I thought he was going to close it in my face, but a moment went by before I realized he meant for me to follow him. I quickly ran inside, the mansion was colder than I had hoped, and carefully shut the door behind me.

I followed the tall man through the manor. The walls were covered with various pictures. Old family members in black and white look sternly ahead, though I could swear I saw their eyes following me as I walked by. A painting hangs over an unlit fireplace depicting a witch burning at the stake, which only furthered the unsettling atmosphere I found myself in. There were a couple of more recent ones as well, depicting a young girl in black, and a pudgy boy with short, black hair. Must be their kids, I thought.

Not long after, I found myself in a conservatory. Gnarled plants on tables line the large windows. A tall, slender woman in a clinging black dress stands in the middle, trimming a black rose bush. She noticed us enter, and she gave a slight smile.

"Ah, a guest. Thank you, Lurch." She said, coolly. The man gave a stiff bow, and left without a word. The woman in black locked eyes with me. "So, what brings you here on this fine afternoon? Were you responding to the ad?"

"Ah, yes ma'am! My name is Sherry. I'd normally agree with you, but the one time I didn't want rain was the day it happened!" She gave a weak laugh, but the woman didn't break her gaze. It was paralyzing, but I cleared my throat. "Anywho... I'm new in town, and I was looking for some extra cash. Times are tough, and when I saw the ad I figured... you know, I like kids! I figured I could watch over your little rascals while you're out and about!"

The woman's scarlet lips split into a smile. "Aahh, I'm happy to hear it! We've had that flier out for a while. I'll be honest, I was about to give up hope of ever finding a babysitter!"

"Y-yes, well... The locals didn't seem to fond of you guys, I'm not going to lie. They warned me about how "creepy" and "kooky" you guys are, but I figured they were just... I don't know... judging a book by its cover? I don't mind the creepy crawlies too much, so I think we'll get along just fine, eh?"

The woman seemed to glide across the ground as she came to shake my hand. "Morticia Addams is the name. Welcome to our terrifyingly humble abode." She motioned around her with her hands, "I'm glad you don't carry the same... prejudices some others have. I won't lie, though. You're not the first to come about the ad. Our kids... well, sometimes their creativity can get to be too much for our babysitters. We haven't been able to get them to stay more than one night! Heck, we've had a couple of people run off before we could pay them!" She let out a hearty cackle, and I weakly joined in with her.

"Haha, yeah, I'd at least have stayed for the money! At least, if it's as bad as you're saying..."

"Oh, nonsense! You're different from the others. Trust me, darling." She gives me a grin, "Besides, we always pay fairly. Even if it's not to your standards the cash will stay the same, if you'd like to get mercenary about it."

"Well, in that case... would you mind telling me how much I'll be paid?" I said meekly, afraid I'd seem ungrateful if I spoke about money too much. With a grin, Morticia led me back into the manor and to an office. She began pulling some lockboxes out with an old key. My mind wandered as she went through the boxes, and I began wondering if this job was right for me. Maybe I'm in over my head. The children's "creativity" seemed ominous, but there's no way that it's that bad, right? The entire town just hates the Addams Family. Maybe I should just make her way back out of the house, just to save my skin!

Though, once Morticia threw a heavy bag on the table, filled with coins and gems, I quickly changed my demeanor. "So..." I began, "When will I get started?"

[[This was fun! Maybe I'll continue this, if I get inspiration. It's a bit of a departure from what I usually do, after all!]]

You, new in town and strapped for cash, see an ad in the paper; apparently, a "Gomez and Morticia Addams" are in need of a babysitter to watch their two children during a business trip. Despite the VERY high pay, no one has pursued it. Ignoring warnings from the locals, you sign up.

[trumpkara]

Chapter Eight: Who could it be now?

The campaign trail had taken Linkara to a charming small town in Fargo. It was the kind of place where everyone knew each other, and the local coffee shop served as the heart of the community. Linkara had planned a visit to the shop, hoping to connect with voters on a more personal level and show them his dedication to their concerns and his latest thoughts on the new Spider-man comic book.

The coffee shop, a cozy establishment called "Bean There, Bean That," was bustling with activity when Linkara and his team arrived - only momentarily getting stuck trying to enter the doorway all at once. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sound of cheerful chatter, creating a welcoming atmosphere. Linkara greeted the patrons with warm smiles and handshakes, engaging in friendly conversations and listening to their stories. Someone muttered "Dont give him a latte!" but Linkara was able to suppress his rage and ignore it.

He was in the middle of a discussion with an elderly couple about the importance of affordable healthcare when the door swung open with a loud jingle. The room fell silent.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

In retrospect it was only a matter of time before they came across one another.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Each step pounded the ground, bringing the visitor closer to the fated encounter.

Thump. Thump.

He stopped. A wrinkled hand ran through wispy blonde hair and a dry voice greeted me.

"Well, well. If it isn't by biggest fan!"

Donald Trump's presence was magnetic, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

Linkara’s heart sank into his stomach and he felt it gurgle. He had heard rumors that the former president was in town, but he hadn’t expected a confrontation, not now, not when things were finally getting back on track after that bitch Nostalgic Chick threw him to the wolves. Trump’s expression was a mix of smugness and disdain as he eyed up Linkara, a milkshake in his hand.

“Look who it is,” Trump said loudly, drawing the attention of the entire coffee shop. “The fedora-wearing burp-munch himself.”

Linkara stood his ground, trying to maintain his composure. “Mr. Trump, I’m here to talk to the people about important issues. If you have something constructive to add, I’m all ears.”

Trump sneered, stepping closer. “Constructive? Ears? How about this?”

Without warning, Trump dumped the milkshake over Linkara’s head. Sticky goo trickled past the brim of his fedora and got into the shoes his Nana had bought him for his campaign. The crowd gasped in shock. Linkara felt a mix of humiliation and anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

Trump laughed, the sound harsh and mocking. “You think you can run this country? You’re a joke. Go back to reviewing comics, burpmunch.”

Linkara wiped the milkshake from his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He looked around the room, seeing the mixture of outrage and pity on the faces of the patrons. He knew he had to respond, but he also knew that losing his temper would only make things worse. Not this time. Not.... this time....

“Mr. Trump,” Linkara said, his voice as calm as he could muster, “you may think that bullying and insults make you strong, but they only show your weakness. I’m here to offer real solutions and to listen to the concerns of everyday Americans. That’s what leadership looks like.”

Trump’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Keep dreaming, kid. You’ll never make it.”

With that, Trump turned and left the coffee shop, his supporters following him out. He turned in the entrance before exiting.

"By the way" He sneered "Ive watched every episode of History of Power Rangers. With. Adblock. On."

The door jingled as he left.

90s Kid rushed to Linkara’s side, offering him a napkin. “Are you okay?”

Linkara nodded. “I’m fine. Let’s get back to what we came here for.”

As they left the coffee shop, Harvey clapped Linkara on the back. “You handled that like a champ. Trump’s just scared because he knows you’re a real threat.”

"Okay Harvey" Linkara replied, and did a little jog to catch up to 90s Kid.

Harvey hung back a little, watching him joke and guffaw with 90s Kid. When did he.... When did Linkara get so far away?

[lychee-drinks]

A Planned Coincidence | Samuel Seo x Fem! Reader (NSFW, MINORS DON’T INTERACT)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW Content

Word Count: 4459

Description:

Samuel's drinking at a bar after a rough day. He was planning to head home after a few drinks, but was approached by someone buying him a drink, changing the course of his night.

Warnings: Hand tying, deep throating, alcohol, drunk sex, Samuel’s kinda rough, cunnilingus, doggy style, fingering, hand jobs, neck kissing, breast sucking, a bit of a plot twist in the middle

It was a typical Monday evening. A typical Monday evening where the bars would be empty, and nobody would be out drinking yet because they had work the next day. Except for Samuel, he sat at the bar alone and he was already taking shots.

All sorts of thoughts clouded his mind that evening. Family, the Workers, the path to becoming king, Eli fucking Jang, Big Deal, Jake, Sinu, all of it. It wasn’t healthy for him to drink his stress away, but he was already drinking a lot since his teen years.

It was a pretty high-end bar owned by The Workers. One that only the elite of South Korea would go to. The dress code was rich. Wear the most high-end brands you have and you’re in. The outfits of the people that came in cost more than the average person could imagine. The alcohol they served there was the expensive kind that a regular person wouldn't drink unless it were a special occasion.

Samuel only planned to drink a few more shots throughout the night and eventually retreat home. He couldn’t stay here for long as he had plans for the week. But these plans were interrupted as he heard someone take out the chair next to him and sit.

“Can I order two margaritas?”

Samuel turned to his right to see who was talking.

There he saw you, dressed in a short black dress with V-Neck, wearing diamond jewelry with a Birkin bag. He recognized your scent, it was Baccarat Rouge 540 fragrance. You were attractive and well-dressed.

Samuel made up his mind, his plans for the night were gonna change.

“That drink for me?” Samuel asked. Usually, women don’t order men's drinks, it’s the other way around. But he was the only one that could've been receiving the other glass.

“Yeah. Saw you alone and couldn’t help, but approach,” You smiled. You crossed your arms together. Samuel was intrigued. He didn’t buy women drinks, but here he was being offered one.

“Well, I’m not the biggest fan of margaritas, but I’ll make an exception,” Samuel smiled. The bartender had the drinks ready pretty quick and handed the drinks to the two of you.

Samuel placed the lime onto his napkin and took a sip.

“So what brings you here, on a Monday night?” He asked you. He rested his chin on his hand.

“Shitty day at work, got yelled at by my brother for how I run things in the family,” You sighed. You took a sip. “Thought I might relieve a bit of stress by heading here.”

“Guess you’re the same as me. I’ve got everything on my mind and it’s all from work,” Samuel sighed. It went silent between the two of you.

Samuel waved for the bartender to come over.

“Can I order two shots of tequila?” Samuel asked. You looked at him.

“You don’t have to…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just giving back,” Samuel smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

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The two of you stumbled out of the elevator, his face tinted red. Samuel unlocked the door with his key card, pulled you in, and slammed the door shut.

The bar had a hotel just above it. So after drinking a lot, the two of you decided to book a room on the top floor. Samuel chose a pretty pricey room for two and you were impressed.

Samuel pushed you against the door. Immediately making his lips down to your neck. You could feel his big hands sneak to your back to unzip your dress. Your moans were heavy, enjoying his affection towards your neck. He removed his lips to stare at your face seeing as it was in a euphoric state heavily breathing. You pulled his tie to pull his face closer to yours and connected your lips again. It was hot and wet with both of your tongues.

The two of you trailed to the bed, your dress was off at that point after Samuel got it off along with your bra. You kicked off your heels and set your purse aside. Samuel did so too, taking everything off except for his boxers. You could tell he had tattoos beneath his sleeves, but seeing that he was completely covered in them made him look so much hotter.

He quickly grabbed his discarded tie and tied it around your wrists above your head securely. His hands were pinned next to your sides. He then spread your legs open and slipped your panties off.

Samuel faced your vulva. His fingers trailed around your thighs and folds teasing you before he actually did anything.

“Are you ready for me?” Samuel asked. His eyes stared up at you.

You nodded. He wasted no time tossing your panties to the side so that he would eat you out. He swiped his tongue around your clit before going down to your entrance. His tongue was aggressive and his hands gripped your thighs tightly. He had you gasping and moaning for air.

You needed him further in you so your legs managed to break free from that strong grab. So, you wrapped your legs around his head to pull him in.

“Desperate for huh,” He said. Nothing prepared you for when Samuel inserted his fingers into you. You squeezed your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation, he knew exactly all the spots to hit.

“I’m ready—”

“For what,” He hummed. He was busy fingering you still to really pay attention, but your legs were quivering and you needed him in you.

It’s hard for you to get your words out. His fingers are fast and you’re biting the bottom of your lip. “Your dick– In me—” Samuel gets the message. The look in his eyes changes, they’re staring down at you like there was a fire in them. His demeanor changed and he was now sitting up pulling your thighs to his legs. He was in his boxers now You didn’t get a chance to see his crotch area earlier so, you looked down. His bulge was huge. You were scared at the sight, there was no way you weren't gonna be sore the next day.

“Fuck you’re huge…” You were amazed at the size. If your arms weren’t tied up, you would’ve given him a hand job. You were expecting him to slide his boxers down and immediately start rearranging your guts, but he brought his fingers to your face.

“Suck on it,” You glanced up at him. It was definitely a demand with his serious tone. Without questions you did so, tasting your fluids from his fingers.

“Good girl,” Samuel said as he brushed his hand across your forehead. Your eyes glanced down, watching as Samuel pulled his boxers down to reveal his giant cock. It was thick, veiny, and bigger than most you’d seen.

“Holy shit,” You let out. You were desperate, expecting Samuel to finally insert himself in you. He had your legs wide open ready to, but you realized he wanted to tease you a bit.

“Don’t you want to at least try it?” Samuel asked. You wanted to try him, but you were unsure if you could pull it off.

“But I’m tied up—“ You paused as you saw Samuel glare. You were nervous, maybe he was gonna fuck your face right there, but you had time to prepare before taking something that huge.

“Guess I’ll take this off,“ Samuel removed his tie on your wrist, setting it to the side so that he could use it again. Your wrists were finally free so you sat up and brought your face to his cock. You pumped it a few times, to get Samuel ready and took it in your mouth.

“God—" Samuel huffed. You were slow at first but slowly began to pick up the pace. You swiped his tip and the spots on his dick that pleased him the most. He was quite surprised by your skills at the top half, but he needed you even lower than that.

You felt his hand push your head lower. Samuel really wanted you to deep-throat his cock— not like you couldn’t do it.

Samuel knew he was gonna cum if he kept this up. And so, he got you off his cock to take a break before getting to the real stuff. Samuel brought his face close, wiped off the drool from your cheeks, and kissed you.

“Turn around for me.”

“Oh finally,” you smiled listening to his request. You were on your arms with your ass facing him. Samuel grabbed both your wrists to tie them with his tie again. But this time, behind your back.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Samuel scoffed. His fingers were around your hole before he inserted his cock in you. You couldn’t help but gasp at his first thrust. Of course, his cock was huge, but you felt full inside.

On top of having a huge dick, he was strong too. Each thrust he did against you had force and speed. He was definitely the rough type as his hands were gripped strongly around your thighs forcing you back and forth. That grip was definitely going to bruise your thighs the next day. It hurt at first, feeling as if his cock was stretching you, but it didn’t matter, you were having fun. A lot of fun with your whines and hisses.

“You’re so tight,” Samuel spoke in your ear. He talked very dirty, telling you all the ways he was gonna fuck you and how it was gonna hurt so bad tomorrow. You enjoyed it, of course, making you cry louder.

“F—f—“ You whined. You didn’t have the strength in you to finish what you were saying. Each thrust of his stopped you from being able to form complete words.

“What. You want me to do something?” Samuel huffed in your ear. Your body continued to move up and down on the bed. You turned your head, barely being able to look at him from behind.

“Faster,” You cried. Without hesitation, Samuel pulled out and turned you around. Your wrists were still behind your back as you lay on them. Samuel grabbed your waist and went into you. You thought what he was doing to you just now was fast and strong, but this was even better. He fucked you in all your pleasure spots. You would’ve tried to thrust your hips against his, but Samuel had most of the control and strength. You could hear all of Samuel’s grunts and huffs as he fucked you.

You felt Samuel’s lips suck on your breast. You could feel yourself about to come any moment now.

“I’m close—“ you stuttered.

It doesn’t take long before you come, trembling. You pant hard, cursing loudly. Samuel was still at it, fucking you, but his pace started slowing down. Your eyes were blurry from your orgasm could tell that Samuel was panting pretty hard and was probably getting tired. You were pretty fucked out already.

“Let’s take a quick break,” You slurred. You needed a pause

“Yeah— sure,” Samuel pulled himself out of you. He wasn’t really ready to stop yet, but since you asked, he did so. Samuel could probably endure a lot longer.

Samuel hadn’t come yet, but you wouldn’t mind waiting for it off. You were still pretty shaken by that orgasm and were still trying to process it. Samuel untied your hands and laid on the pillow next to you.

“Hey, do you think you can get my phone from my pants?” Samuel asked. You turned to him, his eyes were barely awake. Maybe he was gonna use this break to rest.

“Yeah sure,” You nodded. You still had some energy left in you so you got off the bed and grabbed it off the floor. You got on the bed again and handed it to him. Samuel turned onto his side and faced away from you towards the wall. You got closer to him and hugged him from behind.

It was silent between the two of you. You watched as Samuel unlocked his phone, scrolled through notifications, and set it on the nightstand.

“I need a bit of a nap, I think the alcohol’s getting to me…” Samuel said. He forgot that the two of you drank a lot earlier. Usually, Samuel was a heavyweight. But it didn’t change that while drunk, he’d feel sleepy. Samuel turned so that he’d be on his back, facing the ceiling.

“Yeah that’s fine, I wanna clean up again before we start. I’ll probably wake you up in a bit,” You nodded. You laid back, on the other side of the bed instead of his arms and watched as he fell asleep. You waited five minutes before you sat up.

Stepping off the bed, you crept your way to Samuel's side. He was sound asleep alright. You waved your hand in front of his face and he didn’t wake up. You let out a slight sigh of relief. That was good. You grabbed his phone from his bedside table. You unlocked it. You only knew the passcode because you kept a good eye watching over his shoulder as he unlocked it purposely.

‘What a dumbass,’ you thought while staring at his resting face.

It wasn't a coincidence that you met Samuel Seo that night. You were a stranger to him, but he wasn’t a stranger you randomly decided to hook up with after getting drunk. You had bigger intentions coming here, it was planned– and someone sent you.

You scrolled through his phone, going through messages, his contacts, and his social media. You had your own phone in your other hand, taking photos of what you were finding. You were only skimming through it, trying to find anything so you didn’t thoroughly read it. When it came to his emails and bank account, obviously those were locked by another passcode that was different from the first. But whatever, you had to act fast in case Samuel woke up.

You didn’t think it’d be this easy to hook up with Samuel. From the intel you received from whoever sent you, he was a picky guy, mean, and someone who wouldn’t hesitate to step on others to get ahead in life.

Guess something was different about you.

All it took was a bunch of drinks and some flirting, and there he was in a fancy hotel room balls deep in you.

You finished taking photos of whatever was on his phone. You gathered whatever you could, any longer and he could wake up and things wouldn’t go so well for you– knowing his personality. You set his phone down, double-checked to make sure he was really asleep, and left for the bathroom with your phone. You had to make a call.

“I did it,” You said on the phone. You turned on the shower to pretend you were in there. If Samuel woke up, he would at least have a hard time trying to make out what you were saying.

“Good, I apologized that you ended up doing this for us,” the voice said on the other side. It was your boss, Chairman Eugene. The chairman of the Workers, one of the biggest gangs in Seoul.

“It’s fine, I’m the one who suggested that I fuck him. I don’t regret it– he was good,” You laughed. “Sorry Chairman, I just had a lot to drink with him so I’m a bit giggly.”

You were a gold-badged Worker, but a newer one that Eugene made sure not everybody in the Workers would know of. Your job was to keep tabs on anybody Eugene needed you to whether it be anyone in the affiliates or anybody in the other gangs. This time, your task was to keep tabs on Samuel Seo, someone who’s always with Eugene, but someone Eugene still didn’t fully trust.

So, you offered to fuck him. Fuck Samuel and look through his phone. Samuel was a difficult guy to know normally because of his personality. So maybe taking the risk would be worth it since not only would it help Eugene out, you'd be getting dicked by a hot guy. Eugene said you didn’t have to do that and if he wanted you to fuck him, he’d just hire someone else. But you insisted and he agreed.

“I didn’t need to know that. Well, thanks for the photos, I’ll send you your check soon,” Eugene cheered. “I’ll check these out later since I’ve got a meeting in half an hour. I have to get ready for it so, bye!”

You sat back on the toilet seat and sighed. You were… pretty satisfied. You completed your mission, your boss was gonna pay you, and– Samuel fucked you pretty well. One of the best nights you’ve had with someone in a while. But too bad this was just gonna be a one-night stand. It wouldn’t be worth it for you to continue fucking him while keeping a huge secret from him/ If only the two of you met under different circumstances, then maybe…

It wasn’t worth it to imagine the scenarios so, you decided to step into the shower and rinse yourself. You were a pretty sweaty mess so the least you could do was clean up. After a few minutes in, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Fuck,” You cussed silently to yourself. You let the water run through your hair and body a lot longer to make it seem like you were there ever since you turned the shower on.

“Yes?” You yelled.

“Can you open the door?” Samuel asked. He knocked again. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your body and opened the door.

“W-what’s up?” You nervously asked. Samuel was staring straight into your eyes. While it looked normal, you had a bad vibe about him. While it looked blank, it looked scary at the same time. Your eyes trailed down, he was still naked, and he was hard. Maybe he wanted to go again so that's why Samuel knocked.

“Were you on the phone just now?” He asked. The water couldn’t sound out everything, but you didn’t like that he knew you were on the phone.

“Yeah, I was just calling a friend. I told her I went to the bar earlier tonight and she called to check up,” You lied. Samuel grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall.

“Really now…” Samuel inched his face closer to you. Without a doubt, he was suspicious of you. Any moment now, you could break eye contact with him and say something stupid, but you couldn’t. Samuel wouldn’t say a thing to you so, you wouldn’t say anything to him. You had to distract him.

“Let’s get back to it—” You said before getting cut off.

Samuel forced his lips against yours. It was more intense than the kisses he gave earlier and was with more tongue. Was he really suspicious of you? You couldn’t tell. It was probably better to stick around a little longer before he could figure something out of you dashed. Samuel tried to pull away for a little to catch his breath, but you bit the bottom of his lip to prevent him from leaving and kissed him back.

“Get on the bed,” Samuel demanded. You saw as he wiped his lips with his arms.

“And if I don’t?” you smirked.

Samuel grabbed your wrist and brought you onto the bed. You were below him, between his legs with his hands pinned next to you.

“Then I’ll just test how much you can handle,” Samuel smiled. This smile scared you. It was clearly a fake smile. Why was he being like this, sure it was a risky job you took, but you thought he wouldn’t see through you—

“It’d be quite a nuisance if Samuel found out our plan. So whatever you do, don’t get caught by him,” Eugene lectured.

Eugene’s words flashed through your mind. Eugene gave you a goal and you had to make it out through the end.

You pulled Samuel’s face in to kiss you again. Samuel ended up taking most of the control. You trailed your hands down his chest and down to his erect cock and pumped it while the two of you were making out

“I can handle whatever you throw at me,” You spoke into his ears. You heard Samuel laugh and then he turned you over so that you were on your stomach. You didn’t even have time to react, Samuel inserted his cock in you.

“Oh fuck—”

You were already so wet for him that there wasn’t any trouble going in. You got used to Samuel’s cock size already, but it surprised you at how full he could make you feel by just being inside you. But he was being a lot rougher this time. He kept one hand tight around your shoulder to pull you into each thrust. With another hand, he groped your breasts tightly. Occasionally, he would begin to suck on your other shoulder.

You were sensitive from your orgasm earlier still, but you were feeling another one happening. You felt as if Samuel used one hand to play with your clit down below. He continued to talk dirty into your ear and you couldn’t hold back. You felt as if your body went weak and your eyes shut. You let out a long “holy fuck”. This orgasm was better than the first.

But Samuel wasn’t done. His pace slowed down, but each thrust was still going strong.

“I want you to tell me something– did you do anything to my phone while I was asleep?” Samuel asked. His hands were around your waist, continuing to fuck you.

You were panicked but didn’t have time to process it as he was still fucking you after your orgasm.

“I didn’t,” You lied. You looked back at Samuel who had his eyebrows furrowed while glaring at you. You were surprised so you turned your head away.

He pulled out.

“Turn towards me–” Samuel stopped to take a breath.

When you did, he shoved his cock into your mouth. His hands were strong at keeping your head down so his cock was deep at your throat for most of the time. But you continued to bob your head back and forth even if the movement was limited.

Eventually, you felt Samuel come into your mouth and heard the low groan escape his mouth. Samuel pulled out and held your chin in his hand. He lifted your face up at him, your mouth was still open, with cum in your throat.

“Swallow, and maybe I’ll let things go.”

“Y-yes,” You spoke and swallowed his load.

‘He fucking knew.’

You fell back onto the bed. Tired from the sex, and somewhat hurt from his grip. You didn’t know where you messed up, but it seems like Samuel knew.

This was probably the right time for you to get your things and run so that you wouldn’t blow your cover, but you didn’t have the energy to. You were sore from his dick and the alcohol you drank was making you tired too.

You watched as Samuel put on his boxers and grabbed his box of cigarettes. He sat on the couch staring out the window. He lit a cigarette, not looking back at you. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling. Was he gonna trap you here? Well, you really needed to get out. So, you sat up.

“I know you went through my phone,” Samuel spoke.

“You got any proof for that? You were literally asleep and all I did was shower,” You lied.

Samuel ignored your question. He had a question of his own. “Did Eugene send you?”

Your eyes widened. Samuel didn’t face you, but if he saw the look on your face he would know the answer.

“W-who the hell is that?” You stammered. You got yourself off the bed and crossed your arms. Samuel still didn’t face you, he continued to smoke.

“Whatever. Leave or go wash up. I don’t care.”

You could only cuss yourself in your mind. But Samuel saw right through you. He couldn’t be fooled so easily. So, you had no choice but to grab all your things without saying a word and leave.

Samuel only took a look at you once, and it was when you shut the door to the hotel room.

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“Let’s head together and check out the 2nd Affiliate!” Eugene smiled. It was the day after Samuel’s encounter with you. Samuel was following Mandeok, the strange unnamed bodyguard with a cap, and Eugene wherever Eugene was taking the two.

“I want you to be honest with me Eugene,” Samuel stopped behind the three. Eugene turned around, wondering what Samuel was going to ask. “Why’d you send someone to me last night.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did you do something last night?” Eugene smiled as if he knew nothing. But Samuel knew that was a lie.

“Let’s just say your little worker got caught by me. I’m not dumb enough to leave everything on my phone unlocked,” Samuel spoke.

“You caught me!” Eugene smiled. Eugene walked to Samuel. “But you passed the test, I trust you a lot more now.”

Of course, Eugene would trust him staring at that specific phone he had the night before. Samuel wasn’t stupid. He was rich and would at least own a lot of phones in case someone was to steal– or hack while he was sleeping. Each phone had different functions to Samuel so this one wouldn’t have the most incriminating things on it.

“Sorry, do you want me to compensate you for this?” Eugene asked. Eugene obviously wasn’t apologetic, but Samuel didn’t care

“Yeah…” Samuel spoke. The four of them continued to walk. “Who was she?”

Samuel didn’t think he’d be curious about you, but he was. Usually, Samuel was on guard, but just for that night, he let his guard down around you. Maybe you were just that pretty and he was so drunk that he decided to let himself go just this once.

Samuel didn’t see you go through his phone. He was indeed asleep when you went through it. Usually, he always keeps his phone face down, no matter the situation and he remembered his phone was down without a doubt. After you went to the bathroom, Samuel slowly woke up. He heard you talking on the phone. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but as he lay there hearing your muffled voice, he had a strong feeling that this sexual encounter wasn’t just a coincidence.

[giggle-me-this]

soledad-archer​:

“Honestly I thought you’d be lounging around somewhere while people fanned you with palm fronds and someone fed you grapes.” Sol was only half joking. Sol took a big swig of her drink while Nate took his shot. “Honestly it’s probably the opposite for me now. I’ve gotten soft. I’m so whiney now.” Sol downed the rest of her drink and asked for another. “Back then I had to worry about surviving during the summers and worrying if I was going to be homeless after school. I lost the only friends I had, but then made some really great ones.” Sol toyed around with the napkin from under her drink. “Now I have an amazing job. I mean we beat the damn Harpies even. I’m literally living my dream, I have more friends than I ever have, I don’t have to worry about money or where I’m going to live, and I have an amazing girlfriend. And here I am complaining that we’re both too successful to have as much time together as I want God I’m lame.” Sol truly was grateful for everything she had and she knew she worked hard for it but sometimes it felt like more than she deserved and the guilt of that was hard. Especially when she found herself feeling sad about something like not seeing Rhett as much as she wanted to,

“Ooh please do tell me. Get me out of my own damn head, please,”

“Now there’s an idea I could get behind—you didn’t happen to bring any giant fucking leaves with you, did you?” He winked at Sol, and then grabbed a handful of grapes from the compartment behind the bar where you’d normally store fruit for cocktails, but where the staff at the Unnamed Bar kept the favorite treat of Olivia’s familiar, Ghost—the shadow-conjured binturong that liked to dwell up in the bar’s rafters. “What do you say, Ghost? You wanna ditch being a familiar and taking up fanning?” Nate said, waving a grape in the direction of the tittering creature overhead. He tossed the grape into the binturong’s hairy waiting hand, which was grasping downward hungrily, and then turned and called down to Helle, “What about you, Hawkins? How do you feel about being my new in-house frond fanner?”

Helle’s thick blonde curls, which were piled atop her head in two messy buns, bounced as she cackled. “I wouldn’t fan your frond if you were the last fuckin’ hot-blooded animal on this earth, Pinnock,” she called back with a wolfish grin, her sharp incisors shining.

Nate clutched his chest dramatically, as if wounded by the werewolf’s rejection. “Heartless, Helle. But what if—”

“What if you both shut your huge fucking traps for once, and did your fucking jobs?” interjected Fish from where she was slouched in a corner booth with her feet up, shrouded in shadows of her own creation and with crooked aviators perched on her nose, nursing a nasty hangover from the Push tournament the bar had hosted the night before. “I swear, you’re the only ones who think your witty banter schtick is cute…”

Both bartenders glanced at their superior warily, before Nate turned to Helle and mouthed ‘sore loser,’ which caused her to shake with that silent hyena’s laughter again. The fact was the bar—today called The Cozy Horse—was about as full as you’d expect on a quiet afternoon. Which is to say, basically fucking empty.

When Sol was finished with her whining (her words, not his!), Nate teased, “That’s true, you are a big hot-shot now! So why are you slumming it in a hedge witch bar during slow hours with the likes of a social pariah like me? Have you figured out that life in the spotlight is actually a slow-drip of boredom and misery that will smother you slowly and methodically, until no light remains and you can’t even remember what the fucking point of all this was, in the first place? I could have saved you some time and told you that upfront…” During this melodramatic monologue, intentionally or perhaps not, Fish’s magical shadows had crept out from her corner and coated the bar in a dark and moody aesthetic filter that perfectly reinforced Nate’s words. So much so that Helle clapped like an asshole when he was finished, and Nate gave her an equally facetious bow while also flipping her off.

“Oh they are vile, let me tell you,” Nate said, in regards to his Pinnock cousins. “Finn is like the Diet Coke version of me, except the generic off-brand kind you buy at the grocery store. Already boring and basic, and then made even more sad and flavorless by trying so goddamn hard…” He swiped a liquor bottle from the shelf and topped off Sol’s glass. “…Farrah is alright, but has certainly never had an original thought ever. Her whole fucking life is carefully curated—she might even be more famous than I was…” Nate pulled his phone out of his pocket, pulled up Farrah’s extremely well-followed social media profile, and pushed it across the top of the bar for Sol to look at. “…and worst of all, she’s getting married.”

Nate poured himself another shot and drank it, because what the fuck else was there to do besides die of boredom before the bar picked up in the later evening hours. Then he finished the breakdown of his abhorrent family tree with, “And saving the worst for last—Harper. She’s basically evil incarnate, has been planning her hostile takeover of mine and Harriet’s lives since infancy, and—I’m like, 85% sure she fucked my girlfriend.”

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜ (Nate)

"Of course I did but don't make a big deal of it or I'll just have to leave you forever" Sol joked, but there was still some truth underneath about her comfort with being open with her emotions. "Now give me your cliff notes. I want to know what I've missed on the Naughty Nate show?"

[austinelvisimagines]

Trouble

Austin Butler Elvis imagine

Word Count: 3.8k

Synopsis: After waiting tables at an Elvis concert you find yourself in trouble only to be saved by Mr. Presley himself. 

Warnings: There is a scene with a fairly violent assault but nothing explicitly sexual and it doesn’t get anywhere near it. 

You had been a waitress at the Cotton Club since you got out of Highschool two years ago in 1953. It wasn’t your life dream or anything, but it paid the bills and sometimes you got to meet the performers who played the club. Initially you had the night of the 6th off, but the club’s manager had asked you to come in anyways, apparently the singer for the night was expected to bring in a big crowd and the owners were worried they couldn’t handle it without all staff members being present. Oh well, all you were going to do was sit at home alone and drink the bottle of wine you’d been saving for a special occasion. You didn’t have a car but the walk to the club from your small studio apartment was only thirty minutes or so.

The club itself wasn’t very large, but with the fairly small Lubbock population, it didn’t need to be. Walking around to the back you ducked into the employee door and hung your purse on the hooks provided just outside the kitchen.

“Joe?” you called out for your manager, assuming he had to be somewhere nearby. You heard the man before you saw him.

“Y/N, is that you? I’m sorry to call you in on such short notice. I really appreciate your- fuck!” You hid your laugh behind your hand as Joe came into view, knocking his meaty hip into the corner of the food prep counter.

“It’s no problem, Joe. I had nothing better to do anyways.” You walked around the counter, tying your bubblegum apron around your waist.

“Who’s the artist anyways? Must be someone important if y’all really think we need all hands on deck.” Joe rubbed his balding head before looking you over.

“If that’s true we need to get you a better social life kiddo. Anyways, he’s a singer, real up and coming. I don’t know that we’ll need you all for sure, but I’ll feel better knowing you’re here. You’re our best girl, ya know?”

“That’s only because of my distinct lack of a social life.” You clapped your hand over Joe’s shoulder and began to move past him towards the double doors that led into the concert hall.

“I’m going to start stocking the wait station and the bar well. Let me know if there’s anything you need me for.” The man only nodded vaguely, distracted by a sticky spot on the counter.

You shook your head before making your way through the tables that surrounded the vacant stage. After stocking the straws and cocktail napkins you went behind the bar and began cutting lime and orange wedges. Technically you weren’t a barback, but the bartenders always appreciated your help and made sure your drinks were served first throughout the night. Looking up at the sound of the kitchen door you saw one of the younger waitresses glide into the room, humming under her breath. You smiled to yourself. “Hello, Lorna. You sure are chipper.”

The blonde perked up, apparently unaware of your presence until now. “Oh, Y/N!” She clutched her hands to her chest and sighed dreamily.

“How could I not be? We’re going to meet Elvis.” She dragged the unfamiliar name out wistfully and spun coquettishly, her thick skirt fanning out around her.

“Who?” You looked up at her from the table you were currently wiping down.

“Who?!” She shrieked and covered her mouth.

“Elvis!” She looked at you expectantly as if saying the name for a second time would clear things up. You widened your eyes a little and moved your chin forward.

“Elvis! Elvis the Pelvis!” She shook her head and threw her hands up.

“He’s only the hunkiest man who ever lived! My cousin saw him a few months ago and she won’t shut up about it.” Her hand was on her hip now and the other was extended conspiratorially.

“The joke’s on her though because I’m going to meet him and I’m going to make him fall in love.” She popped the gum in her mouth as she closed out her sentence.

You chuckled before straightening up and moving on to the next table. “No, I don’t think I’ve heard of him. Besides, there’s no guarantee that you’ll meet him.”

“That’s because you live under a rock. I absolutely will meet him though, Joe said I can wait on Elvis personally. I bought a new skirt just for the occasion.” She spun again and then twirled a perfect curl around her finger.

“Yes, you look very pretty. Now help me wipe down these tables and put the flowers out.” You threw a rag at her and she huffed.

“Fine, but if I chip a nail or my hair falls and Elvis doesn’t fall head over heels for me, I’m blaming you.” She glared playfully at you as you laughed.

“If he’s so famous, I don’t think either of those will be the reason he’s not smitten.” A half hour later the rest of the tables were ready. Lorna had disappeared before you had finished, but the other waitresses had steadily filed in and helped. They were all practically bouncing off the walls with excitement and you had heard more than a few of them sigh out, ‘Elvis Presley’ in between their hushed giggles.

Moving back into the kitchen you ran into Joe who was mopping his forehead with a yellowed handkerchief.

“Y/N, there you are! Is everything ready?” The vein in his neck looked about ready to burst and you wondered just how important this ‘Elvis’ was to have Joe so stressed out.

“We’re all set, everyone is here, tables are clean, bar is stocked, and I assume you took care of the kitchen delegation.” You ticked everything off on your fingers and looked at him expectantly.

“Okay good, we’ll have our staff meeting and then I want doors opened, there’s already a massive line and they’re getting restless.” The man swiveled around you and went back into the main hall, calling out for all your coworkers to meet him in the pit below the stage.

After the meeting everyone dispersed to their sections and the hostesses moved to open the main doors and let the crowd in. An hour on and you were swamped; Joe wasn’t kidding, the house was packed. There was an opening act on stage, a young comedian who had the crowd politely laughing, but you could sense they were impatient for the main attraction. Grabbing your drinks from the bar, you weaved through customers and employees alike as the lights dimmed and the comedian closed out his act. Your master of events came out on stage and walked up to the microphone.

“Give it up for the funny man, ladies and gents!” He paused for the demure round of applause before continuing.

“Now, I know what’ you’re all here for and I know you’re getting antsy. So, I’m here to tell you that the wait is over. Without further ado, give it up for Mr. Elvis Presley!” He walked offstage to raucous applause that wasn’t for him. Yet, as the singer’s heavy steps sounded across the stage the room fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even your coworkers around you had stopped moving and were instead staring intently at the stage. Then there was the sound of a microphone’s hiss; Guitar wrapped around his body the man focused his gaze and the room froze. Then, in a deep southern drawl.

“Thank you for having me here tonight; my name is Elvis Presley and I’m going to sing a few songs.” His blue eyes were ringed in soft black eyeliner and his full lips seemed to be hugging the microphone. Looking to his band behind him, he nodded and then strummed an opening cord.

“Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.” Suddenly he was jerking his hips forward and throwing his head to the side. Looking around, you saw that every girl in the place was laser focused on the man. Breaking from your spot you continued walking to your next table to clear their empty glasses and see if they needed anything else. The woman at the table waved you off while the gentleman with her looked at you apologetically and asked for a water. You nodded and went off to get it, sparing only a second to glance up at the singer.

For a moment it seemed as if his eyes landed on you, and he sang.

“Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you.” You walked back towards the bar. He sprang into more evocative dance moves and suddenly there were girls screaming at the top of their lungs. You jumped as one near you let out a wail that seemed to burst out of her soul unbidden. Left and right, girls were clutching their chests and holding their faces in their hands. Some were bouncing in their seats, and you noticed a few were visibly clenching their legs together. You weren’t dumb, these girls were obviously imagining ripping the man’s clothes off. Leaning against the bar you turned your head to it’s tender, Murray.

“I see why they call him the Pelvis now.” You threw a rag over your shoulder. Murray cracked a smile.

“You’d think these girls had never been turned on before.”

You barked out a laugh.

“They probably haven’t!” He laughed along before asking if you needed anything. You didn’t, having decided to leave your tables alone since you were clearly little more than a nuisance to most of their occupants while their attention was on Mr. Presley. You weren’t blind, he was definitely attractive and his obscene dance moves did speak to some primal part of you, but you also knew that he was likely a rake and would never give a girl like you the time of day.

Later, after closing the club with Lorna (who wouldn’t shut up about her brief interactions with Elvis), you were ambling on your way home. The streets were dark and quiet, most everyone tucked into their beds at two in the morning. You were about halfway home passing an alleyway when you heard something behind you. Turning, you saw a man emerging from the shadows. He was clearly intoxicated and started shouting in your direction.

“Hey there pretty girl.” The words came slurred, and he ambled sloppily in your direction. You turned and kept walking.

“Where’re you going so late lil girl?” You rolled your eyes at the sound of the man’s voice and quickened your pace, but you didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grabbing your hair and yanking you back into a barrel chest.

Yelping, you screamed. “Get the fuck off me, creep!”

The man only laughed and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“It ain’t polite to ignore a man who’s talking to you.” He reached down and grabbed your breast with one hand while the other wrapped around your neck. Tears welled in your eyes before you slammed your heel down into his foot and he screamed, then let you go for a moment.

“You little bitch!” You turned to run but he fisted his hand into your skirt, and you fell to the ground, scraping your arms and hands on the pavement. The man flipped you over and crawled his way on top of your body. Thrashing around, you tried to buck him off, but he was too strong. You threw your hands into his face trying to push your fingers into his eyes. You vaguely registered the sound of tires screeching and a car door slamming before a shout rang into the air.

“Hey, get off her!” Suddenly the man on top of you disappeared with a groan as a tall figure hauled his frame to the ground a fair bit away from you. You crawled backwards on your hands until your back hit wall. In front of you, your savior was pummeling your assailant and you couldn’t help but enjoy the sight. Served the scum right.

The asshole was unconscious, and the mystery man straightened and looked in your direction before making his way to you. You pulled back towards the wall and hid your face in your hands as he got closer and he stopped in his tracks, crouching down with one leg cocked a bit behind the other.

“Hey, it’s okay, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He held his hands up and you peeked from behind yours before slowly bringing them down to your knees. You looked at him, observing the dark hair that hung in his face. He smiled.

“My name’s-”

“Elvis.” You breathed out his name in unison with him. He ducked his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s yours? Name that is.” His elbows rested on his knees and his hands hung between his legs.

“Y/N.”

“Are you okay?” You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice. Lorna was going to flip. He shifted his weight to his front leg and stretched his hand out towards you.

“Let me help you up.” You gently placed your hand in his very large one and his fingers curled around yours. You stood together and you winced at the small amount of force he exerted against your sensitive palms. Noticing, he let go quickly.

“I’msorry, did I hurt you?” His eyebrows flew into his hair.

“No! No, I scraped my palms up on the pavement when he-” you stopped in your tracks. He spoke softly, his deep voice obviously trying, and succeeding to sound soothing.

“It’s okay, Y/N. That piece of shit ain’t goin’ nowhere, and he definitely ain’t gon’ hurt you again. Can I see?” He gestured to your hands which you were holding gingerly to your chest. You haltingly extended one towards him and he carefully held it, palm up, to his scrutinization. He used his fingers to gently pry yours apart and lightly ran the tip of one along your palm. He repeated the action after reaching for your other hand. He seemed extremely focused when he pulled your wrists up and observed the scrapes that ran down the sides of your forearms. The action had caused you to unknowingly step closer to him and you could observe his face more closely now that his attention was preoccupied. He really was handsome, and strong. He ran his tongue against his full lips absentmindedly before his eyes flickered up to yours. His gaze was piercing, and you felt your throat close in response. He held his eyes for a beat longer before letting go of your hands.

“Nothing too bad, but we should get you cleaned up, doll.” You choked out a soft ‘okay,’ then he was turning in the unconscious man’s direction. You thought, I forgot he was even here, before focusing on Elvis who was talking again.

“-and they can come get this asshole.” He was looking at you expectantly.

“I-I’m sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?” You felt embarrassed at having missed what he said.

“That’s alright, mama.” He smiled softly at you.

“I was just saying that I’m going over to that payphone over there and I’ll call the police to come get this jerk.” He nodded in the direction of a payphone that was a few light posts away.

“Oh, okay yeah.” You looked at the man on the ground to be sure he wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Elvis noticed your glance.

“you’ll be okay, I promise. I won’t let nothin’ happen to you.” You nodded your head believing what the man said and watched as he turned towards the phone. He half jogged his way there and quickly dialed the number for emergency services. He turned and watched you as he spoke, and you were actually glad for the bit of distance between the two of you. You were suddenly processing the events of the last hour and realizing the gravity of what had almost happened. You were too busy noticing how pretty Elvis Presley really was up close to even think about the situation at hand. You were broken from your thoughts when the pretty boy in question came to a stop next to you.

“The police are on their way.”

“Thank you.” You felt stupid for not having said it earlier.

“I- I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come.”

“Don’t thank me, I was just doin’ what any man should do.” He smiled softly. You were about to reply when you saw two squad cars turn the corner towards you. They came to a stop about fifteen feet away and the officers inside got out.

“I heard you were in town today.” The officer speaking was glaring at Elvis.

“Should’ve known you’d be involved in this, boy.”

“I was just helping this lovely lady, Sir.” He spat the last word out and straightened his back. You weren’t sure what was going on but assumed that cops and Elvis didn’t necessarily get along. If all the hullaballoo at the concert was any indication, it was logical that the man had a bit of a bad boy reputation. You didn’t care though; he had saved you. You stepped forward from Elvis’s side.

“Officer, I don’t know what you think is going on here, but this man likely saved my life and did most of your job for you. The man you ought ‘a care about is layin’ over there.” You gestured over to the crumpled excuse of a man. After getting both yours and Elvis’s statements the officers put your attacker in handcuffs and pushed him into the back of a squad car. They gave you their information and said they would be in touch within the next few days. Watching the two cars pull away you turned to Elvis again.

“I really can’t thank you enough Mr. Presley. I’m sorry to have kept you so late. I’m sure you have somewhere you need to be.” You ducked your head and pushed the hair that fell in your face behind your ear. His hands were in his pockets, and he tucked his tongue into his cheek before rocking on his heels.

“I still don’t know why you’re thanking me. I should thank you for standing up for me just now.” You let out a short laugh before clapping your hand over your mouth.

“No, that was nothing. Definitely not lifesaving.” He smiled and bounced his chin.

“No, but I appreciate it. Lot of folks that think I’m evil.” He flashed a wink so fast you could’ve missed it.

“Evil?” You smirked.

“You might be a rake, but you’re not evil.”

“A rake?!” He clutched his hand to his heart.

“Ma’am, I’m just a man who likes to sing, ain’t my fault that pretty girls like the way I dance.”

“Oh, is that what it is?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You tell me, pretty girl.” He looked at you from under his eyelashes with a small smile.

“Oh, ho, ho, definitely a rake. Only a rake can flirt that good.”

“You’re killing me!” He took his hands out of his pockets and held car keys in one of them.

“Can the rake take you home?”

“Oh no!” You were not going to inconvenience him any further.

“That’s okay. I can walk, it’s not far.”

“Then it’ll be a short drive.” He walked over to his car that was still stopped in the street and held the passenger door open for you.

“Come on, I insist.” You hesitated, looked back at the sidewalk before turning toward the car and made your way over while his grin widened. A short time later Elvis was pulling to a stop in front of your building.

“Well thank you, again.” You moved to open your door when he stopped you with a hand on your arm. He spoke softly, his blue eyes deeply earnest.

“Let me get that.” He got out and came around to your side before he pulled the door open and held out a hand to help you. You grabbed it and let him guide you from your seat. He made sure you were firmly planted on the ground before turning to shut the door. When he faced you again his eyes were soft, and his mouth hung open slightly.

“Here we are.” He took your hands gently in his before looking up at the building. You looked up at his sharp jawline and made a quick decision.

“I could use some help patchin’ up the scrapes that I can’t see very well.”

“Careful lil mama, somebody might think you’re inviting a rake up to your apartment.” He smiled cheekily and dipped his head down. You scoffed.

“Well never mind then.” You pulled your hands away from his and walked over to the stairs that led into the building.

“Goodnight, Mr. Presley.” He ran over to you, one arm reaching for your hand.

“Wait, wait, wait. I was just foolin’ I’m sorry. May I please help?” He was a step below you when your hands touched again, and you looked down at the place they met.

“I’m sure you need to get going, you’re on a tour, aren’t you?” You knew you shouldn’t, but you really wanted to drag him up the stairs to your apartment. He looked frustrated. His eyes scrunched together, and he seemed to stall out before he spoke.

“No- well yes, I’m on tour, but I ain’t got nowhere else to be right now. I wanna be here, with you.”  Ugh, you couldn’t help it. He was a bona fide dreamboat and he wanted to come to your apartment. Rake or not, this was Elvis the Pelvis, and you hadn’t been laid since your last boyfriend.

“I’m not that kind of girl.”

“I didn’t say you were.” He was closer now, still a step below, but his hands had moved up your arms and rested on your waist. He looked up at you and the breath flew out of your lungs. It should be a sin to look at someone the way he was looking at you. “But now that I met ya, I wanna know ya, darlin’. Don’t you wanna know me?” His eyes were open wide and if you didn’t know any better, you’d believe he really thought you could say no. Your teeth worried at your bottom lip as you made up your mind.

“You’re gonna be trouble Mr. Presley.” His smile turned devilish, and he rose as if to kiss you, one hand at the back of your head.

“Call me Elvis, baby.”

“Well come on up, I guess.” You smiled before trapping your lip between your teeth. He surged forward, wrapping his strong arms around your body. His lips dominated yours as he threaded fingers through your hair.

Lorna wasn’t going to flip; she was going to slip into a murderous rage.

Okay look, this fell out of me yesterday and I definitely don’t hate it, but it’s just a jumping off point which is why I didn’t take it past the final scene. If I got to 4k I’d feel like I had to make a full length fic. Let me know what you think and feel free to send in requests. 

-LM

[aemiron-main]

omg time for more writer-artist duo byler headcanons!!

Mike still saves ALL of Will’s art. Sketch that Will crumpled up and tossed across the room? Smoothed out and saved. Drawing that Will accidentally spilled coffee onto? Dried and into the binder it goes. Napkin sketch that Will did of Mike on their coffee date? It’s framed on the wall. Mike is THE Will Byers art stan

On the same note of Mike being THE Will Byers Art Stan, once Mike and Will are more established/almost famous as a writer and artist respectively, Mike, being the petty little freak (affectionate) that he is, gets a little bit disgruntled whenever someone says that they’re Will’s “biggest fan,” because CLEARLY he is Will’s biggest fan, and that person obviously doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Mike’s pouting, thankfully, goes unnoticed by everyone except Will, who reassures Mike that he hasn’t lost his status as Will’s biggest fan.

the two of them are dramatic dorks and jokingly fangirl over eachother and ask the other to sign stuff for them ALL THE TIME:

will, sitting down at the breakfast table, holding a copy of the graphic novel they made together: “oh my god- are you Mike Wheeler? THE Mike Wheeler? Author of ‘Stranger Things’? Could you sign my copy? Please? You’re just the most amazing-“ (cue mike getting flustered and cutting Will off)

mike: “would the great Will Byers be willing to sign my book? Or my napkin? You could even sign my forehead-“ (Will cuts him off with a kiss to the cheek and Mike gets distracted before swatting him away because Will’s bringing the pen up to mike’s forehead)

whenever Will’s frustrated with art, Mike dramatically insults Will’s pens and brushes as if it’s their fault. he keeps doing it in his Dramatic Dungeon Master Voice TM until Will stops sulking and starts to laugh.

whenever Mike’s frustrated with writing, Will just silently cuddles him and doesn’t talk at all because “who needs words, anyway? words are for losers, if you ask me.”

Will paints/draws something for Mike every year for Mike’s birthday. Mike gets extremely emotional every single time. Will hands Mike the gift and immediately gets a gentle armful of teary-eyed Mike.

Mike chews on his pencils and pens relentlessly. Unfortunately, he also accidentally chews on Will’s pencils and pens absentmindedly. Will has to nab the pencils away from his husband as if he’s wrestling something away from a dog. It’s the whole “what’s in your mouth? drop it. drop it.” vibe.

Will once got so frustrated that he started crying on top of his art. Mike tried to convince Will that the teardrops made it look cooler. Mike also tried to convince Will that he should, perhaps, sleep at some point in the past 48 hours.

somehow, Mike manages to get more paint all over himself than Will does, despite Will being the one doing the painting.

[cryingyetcourageous]

"Fans," he scoffed the word, but not in dismissal - it was the light and airy scoff of disbelief, amusement at his own struggle to grasp such a concept. To think that the boy he'd known for so long now had a fanbase felt unreal, but it made him happy. It was about time that Peter was appreciated and given attention, and for it to come from pursuing creative passions only made it all the better. Raivis took a cookie for himself, nibbling at the edge. "You can do that? Buy a whole theater? I-I guess someone has to own them, huh? It sounds like a lot of work on top of all the things you're already busy with. . . If I'm in town some time, maybe you could show me? If you want to, I mean." He set aside the leftover half of his cookie and grabbed for a napkin, only to realize he'd forgotten to bring any over. Some host he was. Against his better judgment, he wiped the crumbs with the back of his hand. "Ak, how do you find the time for so much? There are days where I get tired from waking up, and you're out here doing project after project." Raivis took a long sip of his tea, perking up at the questions. "I've been in choirs since my independence was restored. There are a lot of church choirs around, but whenever I sing hymns for too long, I-I kind of want to get old crusader sword and carve my ears out of my skull." The gruesome imagery left him as a nervous chuckle. Hymns were pretty, sure, but they quickly blurred together into a constant drone. "I mostly do traditional songs, dainas. I-I'm not exactly doing solos or anything - the whole appeal is that everyone works together and I can blend into the group - but is nice. . . And the events are huge. Some of the largest choir events in the world are here! Latvia's called 'The Singing Nation' for a reason, you know? I-I'm not sure if you would like that type of music, but maybe you could come give it a try if it doesn't sound too boring. To watch and listenn, I mean! I am not expecting you to sing in Latvian. And kokle is, ah. . . Wait here!" Raivis rushed off to his room, racking his brain for a memory he couldn't quite place. Surely he'd played it for Peter before, hadn't he? Even if he had, two or more decades had probably passed by now. Peter would have been a child at the time, assuming it happened at all. He returned and set the instrument on the table. "This. This is kokle. D-Do you remember this, or am I fully imagining ever showing this to you?"

He had his next concert gig in three days, which meant three days to breathe. Everything was planned and booked in advance, from rooming accommodations and noted shops to visit, to the venue that charged a quarter off to book their place for the afterparty and autograph signing. It was going to be a daunting night, only for Peter to have to prepare for the next show and fly off to the next big city and do it all over again.

Only two things shone brightly through the tumultuous mulch that was his tight schedule. One was the planned video chat he and Ashira agreed on, the slice in the day where he could see the darling face of his child. The other, which was a bit unplanned, was visiting Raivis. Unplanned because although he loved Raivis like a brother, Peter usually tried to slip in and out of all of his touring cities undetected by the avatars of both city and nation (sans Scandinavia) -- less hassle for all parties. But it hadn't felt right that Peter would stop by Riga without calling, even if he was sure that Raivis wouldn't have known, anyway, so that was what he did.

And that was how Peter ended up in the general neighborhood, gazing around the confusing as hell buildings trying to find the right one.

[text: Rai Bread] hey yo, i think im by your apartment? what does the buildling look like again?

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