#the way he was talking in this had me too ready my gawd

[slippinninque]

YeeeeeeeEEEEAAAAAHHHHH

Listen, the dialogue in this had me wriggling and giggling! These two are a perfect match! How can he expect her to keep her hands to herself? How can she resist that BACK?!? I MEAN.....phew you did it again, ma'am! 🔥💥🔥💥🔥

heyyyy sugarplummm, you already know why i’m here🤭🤭🤭. i’d love to a request for teddy richmond??? im thinking smutty smutty down to the ground, but i NEEDDDD overstimulation from oc to teddy and him tapping out??? some crazy crazy shit LMAOOOO please and thank you, i would forever be in your debt🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

A/N: Hope I did it justice! I read a FILTHY fic from @planetblaque, make sure you check her fic out here! Good & Plenty

Ruined

Pairing: Daddy Dom!Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, face sitting, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, overstimulation, reader is able to be picked up, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, rushing.

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry has been spending more time in the gym lately, preferring to retreat into his head like he often does. Tonight, however, you aim to take his mind off of his worries if only for a little while.

Word Count: 3,232k

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A/N: Ya'll don't ask about this man no more! I need to focus on this book, lordt LOL. He has rotted my brain, enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Your favorite part of your nightly routine was watching Terry workout. He was never more so in his element then when he was pumping iron, blasting his metal music, and in the zone. He became so focused, lifting weights, leg day, arm day, biceps, triceps, and whatever else he managed to hone into a deadly weapon.

You joined him most nights, but quickly became entranced in the way he lifted his body doing pull ups. Or working his legs out on the machine. Your home gym was nothing to sniff at. Making him deck it out in all of the equipment he ever wanted when he got his settlement from Shelby Springs. 

You liked using the bike mostly, setting a program, and pretending to ride up the side of a mountain. You were able to zone out, picturing the mountain air and the subtle breeze. It was a wonderful sight to behold but did little in comparison to Terry’s massive form. 

Terry had been a little distant lately, spending more and more time in the gym instead of resting. You entered the gym now to find him facing the wall of mirrors along the far wall, watching himself as he lifted heavy weights in his arms, doing curls. 

Something was bothering him. You bit your lip as you watched him. What could it be? 

He was focused, not even noticing that you were standing in the doorway. He wore a dusky blue tank and black shorts, compression shorts underneath showing off massive thighs. His earphones were in his ear, probably listening to his favorite band. 

You thought over what could possibly be his problem… it occurred to you. It was the anniversary of all the shit that went down. Losing his cousin, violence, racism. You sighed, wondering why he didn’t say anything. Then again, he wasn’t the type of man to burden others with his thoughts. 

You sauntered into the gym, taking off your pajama shirt as you did so. You wore no bra underneath so you were bare to the heated room. Your eyes were trained on Terry beside you, soaking through his tank top with sweat. The tattoos on his forearm moved with him, the star and moon on his arm curling.

You stopped beside him, taking off your sleep shorts and panties in one fell swoop. You grabbed your own set of weights and went through a series of light reps, stretching out your limbs and loosening up your body. 

Terry looked over at you and then faced forward. He did a double take, nearly dropping the weights in his hands. He caught them at the last minute, placing them down on the dumbbell rack. 

“What you doing?” He asked, a smirk curving his face. He took out one of his earbuds.

“Working out, what does it look like?” You asked. You didn’t look directly at him, opting to look at him in the mirror. That was easier. Easier to admire his face without having to look at his eyes dead on. Sometimes it seemed like he looked right down to your soul. 

He licked his lips, siding up to you. He was huffing with exertion, reaching up to grab your shoulder. You sidestepped him, tsking at him. “You didn’t finish your workout,” you said.

“You gon’ do me like that?” His voice. Good god. He pitched it even lower, sounding put out and superior at the same time. 

“Finish your workout. Go on,” you said. You switched up your stretches, adding in lunges and stretching your thighs. 

Terry admired what you were doing, the jiggle in your ass, and the sway of your breasts as you moved. He looked at you in the mirror and you smiled at him. He nodded and then yanked off his tank top. 

You faltered in your own routine. His body was insanely ripped. Like a lifelike painting. Like an artist painted each and every ab. You admired the way his body moved. Effortless. Easy. His eyes were trained on you as he took off his shorts and compression shorts, letting his dick spring free.

He was already semi-hard, long and thick, as the tip slapped against his inner thigh. He pulled his other earbud out, tapping away on his phone to put on a playlist you both enjoyed to pump through the house’s speakers. “Coming Undone” by Korn began to blast through the speakers and the dirty beat had you feeling excited. The vibrations in the floor tingled your bare feet. He moved back to retrieve his weights, standing beside you as you both got into your workout routines. 

No words were spoken as you looked at each other, eyes dragging along each other’s bodies like a physical caress. His wide chest glistened with sweat as he pumped his arms, curling those biceps that you just wanted to sink your teeth into.

Your plan was to take his mind off of things, coax him into relaxing, and then talk about what was in his head. But you were making your own self bothered, staring at his lean hips, thick thighs, and strong legs. 

Your pussy throbbed, as you stared at his dick moving with his effort. Wet slick starting to pool between your legs. 

You grunted as you lifted shaking arms to put away your weights. You weren’t as skilled as him and that was okay. You would work yourself up to his level. Sculpting your own body the way you wanted. 

You free-stretched, lifting your arms above your head and pushing out your chest. The room seemed to get hotter. You felt every inch of Terry’s gaze on your body. Everywhere his eyes roamed, your body tingled. You were connected to him on a deep, spiritual level. 

Terry put away his own weights, the metal clanging above the music playing. The song continued to blast, making your body sway to the chorus. Terry stalked forward, licking his lips, eyes looking his fill as he approached you.

“Time for pushups,” you said. 

Terry smirked, encroaching into your personal space. He leaned down to kiss you and you turned your head at the last minute, making him kiss your cheek. He chuckled. “You think you’re cute,” he said against your skin.

You shrugged, a big smile on your face. “Just a little,” you said. You pinched your fingers to show him how much. He laughed, sinking down to his knees. He got into position, facing the mirrors. You climbed onto his back. He tested a few push ups before flicking his eyes towards yours in the mirror.

Wordlessly, he began. He lifted you with ease, not a grunt on him as he kept going, kept pumping his arms. Sweat dripped from his face. You felt his muscles bunch between your legs. You giggled, excited from the high of being lifted on his powerful back. 

“Good Daddy,” you purred on top of him.

Terry stopped, staring at you. You smirked and leaned forward, redistributing your weight so you didn’t hurt him. You licked the shell of his ear and he shivered from head to foot. “Such a good Daddy to me,” you moaned in his ear. 

Terry shook his head, starting up the push ups again. You rubbed his back, caressing him, scratching your nails against his skin. He groaned, body shuddering again. You continued to tease him, running your nails anywhere you could touch. 

“Fuck,” he moaned. 

“I can’t wait until you’re all done, sweaty, feeding me that long dick of yours,” you purred in his ear. 

Terry stopped again, arms extended. He smirked at you. God, he was fucking beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. He literally took your breath away whenever you saw him. A sigh carried off in the wind. 

Music thumped as you looked at each other. Your thoughts were probably broadcast all over your face. You took a quick peek at yourself. You were perched on top of him like a lazy, feline goddess. Brown skin gleaming, eyes low, bottom lip between your teeth. You looked so pretty like this. Felt pretty. Felt amazing because he made you feel like you were flying every time you were with him. 

You moaned, thinking of him. Of how wonderful he truly was to you. An entire gift. You rubbed yourself on his back, finding that little bit of friction to keep you going. “Oh shit,” you moaned, head falling forward onto his shoulder. You moaned, getting yourself there.

“Hol’ up.” Terry’s rough voice cut through your fog. He lowered himself to the ground and he rolled to the side to let you off. You climbed off of him and then faced him on the floor. 

“You think you get to play with what’s mine?” He asked. He got to his feet, pulling you up with him. 

Your thighs tingled as he stepped into your personal space. He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the weight bench. He straddled it, laying down. You hopped onto him, and he groaned. He must feel the slick between your thighs rubbing against his stomach. His muscles flexed beneath you and you closed your eyes, pussy fluttering. 

“Mine,” he growled, winking at you. He pulled you to slide over onto his face, lips sliding through your folds.

“Oh, god,” you sighed and moaned. 

Terry hummed, licking his lips. You felt the entire motion, pussy growing wetter from the action. He began to lick you in earnest, moaning between your legs. You gripped onto the weight bar above the bench, held on for dear life, as your legs shook. 

The song switched to “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Terry followed the erratic beat, flicking his tongue across your clit rapidly, making you shake and twitch on top of him. “Oh, fuck, Terry, shit, oh fuck,” you moaned. 

Terry chuckled, gripping onto your ass and spreading your ass cheeks. Terry wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled. You screamed, your toes pushing you off of him from the ground. Terry held on, using his tongue to tease around your entrance. 

Stars were blinking on and off in your mind’s eye, lower belly burning with desire. “Terry,” you begged, voice weak and pathetic. Oh fuck, you were about to cum. You began to sink onto his face, putting all your weight down when Terry moved his lips. He pulled away from your entrance right before you were about to cum. 

You groaned, leaning back to look at his eyes. There was something deeply erotic about those mesmerizing eyes staring up at you from between your thick thighs. He winked at you and then pushed you off of him. 

He sat up so that you straddled his lap. “Ready to stop playing games?” He asked, wiping your essence off.

“Who’s playing?” You asked. You blinked at him innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck. His dick was nestled in your ass, growing harder as you rubbed yourself against him. He hissed, hands flying to your waist to steady you. 

You kept moving, kept rocking and rolling your hips so that your wet pussy rubbed against him. “Baby, the games have just begun,” you leaned down and whispered in his ear.

He pulled back, his eyes crinkling as a smile split his face. It was a predatory grin, full of evil intent as he kissed you. You sighed, nibbling on his big, juicy lips. He suckled your bottom lip into his mouth, and you moaned, canting your hips forward once again. 

“Another Way” by Sleep Theory came on, turning up the heat. The heavy beginning reverberated under your skin as you scratched at his nape. You moaned into each other’s mouths. Terry’s hands on your waist were no longer hindering you from rubbing on him, grinding on him. 

Terry cursed, his hand slipping between your legs. “Good fuckin’ girl. Getting wet for Daddy,” he said in awe. 

“You make me so fuckin’ horny, I can’t stand it,” you confessed, capturing his lips with yours again. It was all true. The way his body felt beneath your questing fingers. Tracing every vein, every muscle, every inch of skin. It all served to turn you on more, drive your desire higher, reaching new heights. 

“Let me train that throat,” he said, more of a command than a question. You smirked as you slid off of him, already planning your method of attack. 

Terry scooted forward on the weight bench, and you gripped his thighs for stability as you lowered to the floor. You smiled, grabbed his dick, and rubbed the bead of pre-cum across your lips. 

Terry moaned, licked his lips, tilting his head at you. Your pussy throbbed at the way it made his eyes narrow, made him look cocky. You aimed to change that. You opened your mouth, sucking him down and he groaned as you took him down to the base. 

It was hard, no lie, considering his size. But fuck, you were greedy. You breathed through your nose and then slowly dragged him out of your mouth, making sure to lick every inch of him. 

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. He grabbed the sides of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek, before moving your head faster, making you take more of him. 

Silly boy. You resisted, pushing against his hold. He grunted before he let up and that’s when you took over. Giving him the sloppiest, messiest, nastiest head you’d ever given him. “Shit, let me get out yo way,” he breathed, his moans competing with the sounds of the song playing in the background. 

You stroked him as you sucked him off, his tip leaking cum. The salty taste of him made you moan, made your thighs tingle. You moved your fingers between your folds, rubbing your own clit as you sucked him off. 

Curses flew from his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect. His mouth dropped open, jaw going slack. He groaned, eyes crinkling with the effort. You took him deep, near gagging, bobbing up and down on his length like you were trying to suck the soul out of his body.

“Shit, slow down,” he said, voice growing needy. 

You didn’t listen. You kept going, kept going faster, shaking with the effort. Rocking back and forth on your fingers and bringing your own pleasure back to the front. Back from where he teased. 

“Damn girl,” he moaned. His jaw flexed with restrained effort. You moaned around his dick, humming, flicking your tongue across his sensitive tip. You suckled him there, drooling. Your saliva and his pre-cum dribbled down your chin. You locked eyes with him, spat on his dick, and then sucked him back down. Returning to the pace you set, sucking with extra pressure.

“Fuck, fuck,” he panted, his hips pushing up. He tapped your cheek softly and you reluctantly pulled off of him. His huffing breaths were better than the music. His eyes turned deep blue like a lagoon, drunk with pleasure. 

His eyes narrowed, staring at you like you stole something. You licked your lips, licking up any extra taste of him. He watched you do it, before he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him.

He kissed you, lips soft and sweet. You opened your mouth to him, to his exploring tongue, to the bite of his teeth. You moaned, hands trapped by your side. 

He stood up abruptly, pulling you over to the mirrors. He wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing your back against the cold, smooth glass.

You yelped, trying to get away from it. Your skin was too heated for it, too sensitive. “Terry, please,” you moaned.

“My turn, baby girl,” he said. He grinned, sliding into you with no preamble. Your mouth dropped open with a scream as he split you open. 

“T-T-,”

“Shh, shh, Daddy’s got you,” he cooed as he moved in you like he was punishing you. He was relentless, moving like a jackhammer. Like a well-oiled machine. He held your legs spread open, taking his dick.

“T-too, mu-uch,” you cried, pussy flooding his dick. He was pounding into you so good, your vision turned black. Your ears began to ring. Your back tapped the mirror, shaking it, with the force of his deep thrusts. 

“Too much?” He asked.

You held onto his shoulder, nails digging. “Too good, too good,” you moaned. 

He moaned with you, synching up your sounds and bringing a new level of intimacy to the moment. He stared in your eyes, nose to nose, heavy breaths fanning across each other’s faces. The wet, dripping mess you made was leaking down your ass and leg, growing wetter. 

“How ‘bout now?” He asked. He increased his thrusts, angling you so that he was fucking up into you. The tip of his dick rubbed against a deep spot inside of you, rubbing up into you and making you see stars again. His dick was huge, splitting you, and god it felt so fucking amazing. 

“Meanie,” you whimpered, grip growing weak. 

Terry kissed along your jaw, your cheeks. “So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ good for me. Such a good girl, creamin’ on this dick. You always know just what Daddy needs, huh?” He asked. 

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum, please, please,” You begged. 

His dick throbbed and you crumpled, falling into that abyss of pleasure. Where it filled up your entire being. All of the teasing and edging just sent you overboard, losing yourself and finding yourself in an endless loop of give and take. You twitched and jerked, moaning loud in his ear. 

“Fuck. Grip that shit. Show Daddy you love it,” he said. “Show me. Show me.” His thrusts grew frenzied, hips out of alignment, as he lifted one of your legs higher on his hip and then groaned as he climaxed.

His hot, pulsing seed filled you to the brim. “Ahh, that’s my good girl. Take all of me,” he cooed. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. 

You lazily found each other’s lips. He stilled against you, deeply lodged inside like he lived there. Like he didn’t want to leave. Hell, you didn’t want him to leave either. If you could live like this, you would. Never going a moment without him buried in your pussy where he belonged. Where he was always meant to be. 

Terry kissed your temple and slowly, so slowly, pulled out of you. He looked down as he watched himself exit, a thick load of cum spilling out behind him. Your pussy contracted, trying to push him all out. You shivered as the cum slipped down, leaking onto the ground. 

“Ruined,” he said, smug smile to accompany his words. You looked up at him and kissed him, needing his lips on yours just one more time. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whispered against his lips. He smiled against yours, leaning back just far enough to look you in the eye.

“I think I have a few ideas for the sauna,” he said.

“The sauna?” You asked. He fucked you so well, you didn’t think you could walk straight at the moment. However, there were plenty of areas to sit in the sauna. Light bulbs flashed in your mind, thinking of what dirty schemes he was up to.

Terry grinned, turning away from the mirrors and heading towards the sauna. You giggled and talked to him the entire way there.

The end.

There will be more, but seriously ya'll. Stawp distracting me! The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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[strangersynth]

bc you have things to say doesn't always mean you needa say them let alone it also doesn't always mean it's your place to say them kwim

[kimsunos]

IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI

gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao

going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.

hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize 😢 but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason

cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox 🧐 also he says "bunny" a lot.

your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.

you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.

"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.

"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"

with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.

"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"

no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.

"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.

"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"

"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.

"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.

"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.

"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."

[jaemotion]

been a while — njm (teaser)

pairing ⇢ photographer!jaemin x model!reader

summary ⇢ avoiding Jaemin proved to be a difficult challenge because here you are, opening your doors for him when he comes knocking after you declined the invitation to his very first exhibit.

genre/au ⇢ smut, angst, fluff? former ??? or?

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 1k+

warnings ⇢ mentions of sex (full & detailed warnings will be in the full fic)

a/n: it has indeed been a while lmao 💀 anyways, happiest 24th to the love of my love. my jaem, my nana on gawd he looked too good during this live i just had to 😩

the incessant knocking forces you to open the door, ready to tell whoever's behind off but he’s carrying a furball in one arm and another in a small carrier bag.

it washed away your annoyance at once.

“hi, sorry i had to bring them with me”

“didn’t you come from the dorms?” you query, finding Jaemin's sudden appearance here suspicious. he knows you love his cats and could be bringing them here just to lure you.

you tried to ignore how good Jaemin looked, the tight black shirt hugging his frame but your eyes were pulled to the dangling bracelet on his wrist.

the one you bought for him months ago as a gift.

“yeah but you haven’t seen them in ages”

whose fault is that?

“pictures or videos would’ve been enough” you cut him off before he could reply, though your eyes are already set on one of the cats.

they're just too adorable for you to ignore.

jaemin finds it amusing how you’re doing your best to repel him and his babies when he knows your fondness for his precious pets.

“they might’ve missed you too” he turns his body slightly, showing another furball inside a cat backpack so you immediately take the cat on his arm into yours. he comes in, dropping off both bags on the floor before facing you.

“did you eat already?”

you're aware of his busy schedule today and besides-

“i ate kimbap in the car on the way here”

the mere mention of that specific snack sparks your late night memories with Jaemin. it's your go-to one during night drives with, of course, mainly fucking and then eating whatever you both are craving after while stargazing.

you knew that Jaemin notices you reminiscing those memories. evident with the small curl of the side of his lips as he takes one cat back in his arms.

“did you?” his voice snaps you and you nod. before the absolute awkwardness begins between you, the fluffy cat in his arms meows and reaches for you.

“awee come here~” you scoop the cat from Jaemin’s arms, ignoring the spark you feel when your skin touches one another.

“looks like Luke missed you a lot” he chuckles with that raspy voice of his as he unloads Luna and Lucy from their cat bags.

"he sure does" you parrot Jaemin's laugh, cooing at the furball in your arms.

"not as much as me though"

your smile drops but it didn't affect Jaemin at all. if not, it seems to encourage him to fulfill whatever he's here for tonight. he situates himself comfortably on your couch after settling the cats on the floor. you sat beside him with Luke not interested in leaving your arms. eventually, the cat joined his sisters after Jaemin set the TV into one of those dog channels.

"they really love it, no?" you muse, watching his cats fondly. you're still avoiding him but thankfully they've behaved so now he can focus on you.

part of why Jaemin's here was because he wanted to talk to you in person. you didn't respond when he sent an invitation for his exhibition and his messages after that. it's his first one so it means a lot to him and he wanted you to be there.

so Jaemin had to pay you a visit which he hasn't done in a while. maybe that was the reason. or maybe you were just very busy like he is. you were already dressed earlier when you welcomed him so it was a miracle that you even let him in.

the thing is you did. you went to see what it's like since Jaemin's been talking about it for a while. he hasn't really talked to you in months so you were apprehensive in accepting when you got the formal invitation. you've had reasons but you managed to take a peek which is a mistake cause one of his friends did see you.

he thankfully didn't know that you did and that's because you've bribed Chenle to not tell anyone else. you thought you succeeded but the prospect of Jaemin coming here after was something that passed through your mind.

you were even planning to meet up with Jeno tonight to catch up. with the both of you being models, schedules are tight though sometimes you see each other during photoshoots and after. you only did have time when Jaemin stopped talking to you.

“were you planning to leaving earlier?” he turns to you after you got back from your room, now changed in your nightwear.

“yeah to meet Jeno” you reply, wanting to see Jaemin’s reaction to you meeting his friend this late at night. he was eyeing you up and down but soon as he heard his friend's name, he looked away. even when he tried to hide it, the shock, confusion, and something else was there.

“he’s not at the dorms” he’s calm. too calm than he should be. maybe you seeing Jeno doesn’t really matter to him at all.

“then where?”

“rina’s”

“oh” you couldn’t stop the disappointment seeping into your tone.

“didn’t tell you or anything?” his tone leaves you no idea if he's mocking you or not.

“no”

“thought you knew already”

“well, that perfectly explains why you’re best friends doesn’t it?”

your walls broke no matter how hard you tried to act nonchalant about this. about Jeno bailing on you; about Jaemin coming here and him finding out. it should be expected that in your line of work, these instances happen. you often do the same with people you meet but you just didn't think Jaemin would be the one to give you the same treatment.

he scrambles right away after hearing your tone, following you when you turn your back at him and head towards your kitchen. you haven't told him to back off yet, not that he's worried since you opened your doors to him but he couldn't take any more risks.

"can we talk?" he starts, sounding unsure for the first time and it ignited your curiosity. he's naturally confident so you want to see how far he'll adjust just to have this talk with you.

"10 seconds" you challenge.

"what"

"do anything you want with me for 10 seconds"

e/n: i had work today so i couldn't finish this one on time 😭

[samoankpoper21]

Drunken Confession - Kento Nanami

!!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!! ATTEMPTED S/A, GASLIGHTING

Content warnings: attempted s/a, alcohol, cussing, slight self deprecation

A/N: I have way too many family and friends who are victims of S/A so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SPEAK UP AND KNOW THAT WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE!! If you are not yet comfortable with speaking about it to your close friends and family I have listed the hotline here: 1-800-656-4673

Word count: 3208

Having to navigate the world as a plus size woman was hard enough but you were surprised to find yourself standing in your supervisor's office on the hottest day of the week. It was a blazing 107°F, the AC in the office decided to give out today of all days. You were wearing a light white cardigan, pink floral sweetheart neckline cami, and a black mid length pencil skirt. You opted to take off the cardigan as the shift progressed due to the heat. You couldn't read Nanami's face or expressions. "Miss L/N."

"Yes Mr. Kento?"

"This may seem a bit rude to ask so I'll give it to you straight: do you have another shirt on you? For yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"It's just the company policy-"

"I know the company dress code Mr. Kento and I believe that I am well within my rights regarding the way I am dressed."

"You're absolutely right Miss L/N however there have been some...complaints." You could feel your anger rising, your fists balled at your sides. Of course there were complaints. No one wants to see flabby skin. You took a deep breath and shakily asked, "What about Jessica? Did anyone complain about her?"

"Yes, I will talk to her as soon as you and I are done." You sighed and wanted to cry out of frustration. It's not your fault entirely for your size. You couldn't help how your 46D breasts were threatening to spill over. Blame it on genetics, social factors, etc but you could confidently say you loved the skin you were in. You turned on your heel to exit Nanami's office when you felt a cool, lightweight baby blue shirt slip over your shoulders. "Mr. Kento?"

"You said you didn't have any extra clothes." You could feel the blush rapidly spreading across your face, engulfing your body. "N-no it's quite alright. I can just wear my cardigan." He continued staring down at you and it took a moment for you to grasp the height difference between you and Nanami: he stood at 6', 1" while you were 5', 2"...and he was standing way too close. I hope he can't hear how fast my heart is beating. You cleared your throat and Nanami swiftly took a step back. "Um, would you like me to send Jessica in?"

"No, it's quite alright. I'll send for her myself." You quickly exited his office and rushed to your cubicle feeling your face burning. You could smell his cologne off of his shirt and it took everything in you not to bunch up his shirt and inhale. Gawd how you wanted to do that so bad. A clearing of a throat broke your reverie. You inwardly groaned to see Mahito. You couldn't put your finger on it but there was something off about him. "What'd the big boss say?"

Sighing, you answered, "He told me I had to cover up. That I'm 'distracting'."

"He wasn't lying." You could feel Mahito's gaze travel the length of your body tantalizingly slow, stopping at your breasts, making your skin crawl. His eyes met yours and he smirked. This bastard has no shame. "Are you ready for the company party this weekend?" He casually asks.

"Low key yeah. Can't wait to get all dressed up."

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up." An uncomfortable chuckle slipped past your lips. "Mahito, get back to work." Thank gawd! You looked up to see Nanami and was surprised to see a vein popping out of his forehead. Of course he's upset. Mahito is milking the clock, wasting company time standing there talking to you. Mahito chuckled, sauntering away. "You got it boss." You looked to see Nanami's veined hand balling into a fist. His hands are so hot. "Miss L/N."

"Yes!" your voice went up an octave and you wanted to die. You cleared your throat and ask, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm just here to remind you to submit those reports by the end of your shift."

"Of course."

"And, please button up your shirt." You stared down and a flush spread across your cheeks again. You wanted Nanami to keep staring but you knew better than to try and get his attention. He probably likes skinnier women. You sighed, swiveling your chair back to your computer and resumed clacking away at the reports at hand.

Friday came and the anticipation for the company party was evident; questions of what each person was wearing and what time they were going to be at the venue was thrown everywhere. You were thankful that the company decided to make the day in the office as a half day and the rest of the shift will be covered by the party, leaving you plenty of time to get ready. You made it home within 15 minutes, quickly hopped the shower, and shaved. You opted for light makeup, your black dress hugging your curves stopping right above your knees. You paired your look with strappy, chunky heels, your hair in a high ponytail. You got to the venue and could feel the excitement in the air. The company had reserved a banquet hall where the chandeliers were dripping, the rows of tables nestled against each other. "Y/N!" your favorite coworker and friend Misty screamed.

"Misty!"

"Umm ooookaaayyy go off then queen!"

"Ohmygosh Misty stop."

"I'm serious you look stunning."

"Thank you Misty. So do you."

"This dress is making your boobs look even more scrumptious." Misty mischievously noted.

"Misty," you hissed. "Are you drunk already?"

"I may or may not be the world will never know." You laughed and couldn't help but be grateful for this unhinged friend of yours. You both stood in line for food talking amongst yourselves and with everyone around you both. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw Nanami across the room surrounded by the other higher ups with a glass of champagne in his hand. He lifted his glass towards you in acknowledgment and you shyly smiled, your head bending down a little. "Oouu Y/N, is it me or is Mr. Kento checking you out."

"Stop it Misty. You know he likes skinnier women."

"Who the fuck told you that lie?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm usually never wrong about these things but I have a feeling Mr. Kento likes his women..." Misty stopped and slowly looked you up and down continuing with, "thick." making sure to enunciate and prolong the word. You paused in your tracks. Does he like big women? Before you could ponder on the thought a moment longer you felt a hand around your waist pulling you closer. You looked up to see Mahito. "Mahito. Hi." Mahito leaned down and whispered, "You look beautiful tonight. I told you I wanted to see you dressed up." You offered an uncomfortable laugh trying to free yourself from his grasp. "Don't think I'll let you go that easily Y/N."

"I'll catch up with you later Mahito."

"It's a date then!" you quickly grabbed Misty's arm and pulled her to the first available table you saw. "There's something off about that guy."

"I know," Misty agreed. "Let's try to steer clear of him."

The party was set in motion after everyone settled down with their plates of food: the CEO gave a warm welcome along with the speech of the company; another higher up stepped forward gushing over the results that were produced this year and the goals for the following year. Nanami's supervisor came forward to commend a fantastic job well done to Nanami and his leadership, your guys' team being the top team in research, development, and sales. Finally the board of directors came forward with the final say. "Without further ado, let's all raise our glasses for a job well done for this year and the big plans we have for next year!" The room erupted into whoops and applause, the servers going around instantly refilling everyone's glass. You reveled in the sweet bubbly liquid that smoothly went down your throat. I could get used to this: champagne and bubbles.

You lost track of how many times your glass was refilled, the remaining constant factor was you being happy, bubbly. You somehow managed to take decent photos with your coworkers, reminding yourself to eat and drink water in between each glass. Somehow you found yourself alone in a corner with Mahito, not realizing that he was motioning for the server to keep refilling your glass. "Mahito," you say. "I don't think I can drink any more."

"Eh? But I've been the only one drinking."

"Liar," you pouted. "I-I may be a wittle buzzed right now but I KNOW you not shlurp shlurp." Mahito laughed before his thumb came and swiped across your cheek. "Cute." oblivious to the fact that Nanami across the room was trying to focus on his breathing, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were turning white, his veins protruding more profoundly. Nanami wanted nothing more than to be by your side instead of surrounded by all these men talking about gawd knows what. His body froze when he saw Mahito lead you out the venue, one of your arms tossed over his shoulder, his arm around your waist trying to steady you. He looked around noticing that everyone was practically drunk. "'Scuse me," he excused himself from the conversation and found that his feet - or was it his heart? - was quickly leading him towards you.

"Ma-Mahito?"

"Shh, we're almost there love."

"Wh-where are we going?"

"My car." your head quickly shot up but that proved to be too much for you, the dizziness quickly coming over you. "W-wait Mahito, please, let me...let me rest." You could sense the impatience in Mahito's demeanor as he leaned you up against the nearest wall but you couldn't decipher it in your drunken state. "You're really trying it Y/N."

"Wh-what? What are you talking about Mahito?"

"I see the way you dress, teasing all the men, me especially."

"Mahito, you must be mistaken. I would never-" you froze when you felt his hand on your thigh, slowly making its way up. He leaned towards you in a quiet tone continued. "You think I didn't notice? Hm? The way you look at me?"

"Mahito, please stop." You didn't want to cause a scene so you tried to push him away gently, his hand stopping underneath your dress. Your disorientated state was not helping. You were pleading for someone, anyone, to come out.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ssshhh. I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face real soon."

"Mahito," you firmly commanded. "Stop! I'm serious!" His hand was inches away from your sex when you heard a low, "She told you to stop." You both looked to the left and relief flooded over your entire being at the sight of Nanami in his white suit, blue dress shirt. "Nanamiiiiiin," you smile, tears threatening to spill over. Nanami felt his dick twitch at the way you said his name. Now is not the time. He thought to himself. "Y/N," he held out his hand. "Come here." Without a second thought you rushed to his side crashing into him, enveloping him with a hug. With you still latched on, Nanami effortlessly unbuttoned his blazer and draped it over you. "Nanami, she's with me." Mahito grinned.

"She didn't even want to go with you-"

"Baka, baka, baaaaaaakaaaaaa bleeeeehhh." you tauntingly say to Mahito while sticking out your tongue. You swear you could see the vein in Mahito's forehead pop out but you didn't care; you were safe and warm. "Unfortunately Mr. Mahito, she has spoken. I will see you Monday. Have a good evening." Nanami escorted you out the venue towards his car. It wasn't until you both were on the freeway where the earlier events hit you: you began to shake, clutching at your chest suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Nanami swerved to the shoulder with his hazard lights on, turning up the heater. "Y/N, Y/N," he pleaded. "Y/N, look at me." You looked at him and could see how worried he was for you, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek, the other rubbing up and down your arm. "Focus on me. Inhale through your nose, exhale through your mouth." You found yourself mimicking the way he was breathing, your shaking slowly subsiding, your ragged breathing coming down. "Thank you." you meekly managed to get out. Nanami engulfed you in a hug. "I apologize. I realize a man's touch is the last thing you want but I'm just glad you're safe." Before you could respond, he quickly scooted away and asked, "What's your address?"

"You're taking me home?"

"Of course."

"Why?" Nanami sighed, gripping the steering wheel. "Because I don't want you to be fearful of me after what you went through."

"I'm not! I won't!"

"Y/N please-" you crossed your arms over your chest like a child throwing a tantrum. He sighed, put the car in drive, and slowly made his way back onto the freeway. You wanted to tell him that it's not the alcohol, that despite what happened earlier, that you knew in your heart of hearts that Nanami would never hurt you. You wanted and needed this man. Mahito was a different story.

"Are you dropping me off because you're going back to Jessica?"

"What?!" Nanami's head snapped in your direction, furious of the implication.

"I mean don't you like her? All the men in the office find her attractive." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. She's drunk, don't mind her. You took his silence as confirmation and scoffed. "Of course you do. That's why you ain't sayin' shit!"

"Y/N, this isn't the right time to talk about this."

"And what is this?"

"Your feelings of jealousy."

"Jealousy? Jealousy?! Of course I'm jealous! You like Jessica and I like you! Why...why can't you like me back?" His head swiveled so fast in your direction he thought he would suffer from whiplash. "Y-you like me?" He heard soft snoring and he groaned. He made his way to your side, opened your door, knelt on one knee, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Stupid." he chuckled and carried you inside his apartment.

The rays of light pierced your closed eyes causing you to wince and groan. You turned to your side and nuzzled closer to the source of warmth. "Mmm. Squishy," Squishy? Your eyes shot open to find yourself with a shirtless Nanami. You took the time to feast on the sight before you: his defined, smooth pecs, the happy trail inching lower, the veins protruding and evident in his biceps and forearms; his sharp nose and jawline, chiseled cheekbones, blonde hair plastered flat against his forehead. You silently giggled at being able to experience a vulnerable Nanami. "Are you done staring Miss L/N?

"Eek!" you quickly scooted away from him. "Sorry." you mumble. He lazily turns on his side and greets you with a very low toned good morning, that morning voice alone sending shivers down your spine. "Thank you for saving me last night."

"Of course."

"Are wee-"

"Yes, we are at my apartment."

"Whyy-"

"You refused to give me your address."

"Why-"

"Jessica." Your hand quickly clamped over your mouth. "Ohmygod Mr. Kento! Did I...did I ruin your rendezvous with Jessica??" He sighed sitting upright. "Y/N, where on earth did you get the idea that I liked Jessica?" It was a small difference but it had the biggest impact on you: how gently he said your first name. "Well most of the men in the office find her attractive; and plus I didn't see her go in the office after you told me about my outfit." His hand slid down his face as he stated, "You were busy talking with Mahito and yes your outfit was distracting." You quickly looked down, the tears threatening to spill over. "Yes, yes how can I forget. No one wants to see arm flabs."

"That's not what I meant Y/N."

"But you said my outfit was distracting. And to be fair it was really hot that day."

"It was distracting to me." You looked over to see him with a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

"To you? Why?"

"Since it appears we're being transparent with one another, it took everything in me not to fuck you on my desk. I wanted to take you right then and there but I couldn't. You don't realize it but the other men, they stare at you too, way more than they do to Jessica. I wanted to have you, make you mine so they could stop staring. Then I saw you and Mahito talking at your cubicle and it took everything in me not to punch him in the throat; and to think he had the audacity to pull that shit at the fucking company party!? I should've killed him right then and there, with my own bare hands." He was visibly shaking, his hands clutching the sheets. You hesitantly reached out and put your hand atop of his, he turned his hand over so that your fingers were linked. "What I'm trying to say Y/N is I like you too, I've liked you for a while now."

"Really?"

He turned so that he was fulling facing you, his left hand coming up to cup your face."Yes, really. If I may be so forward, may I...may I kiss you Y/N?" You smiled, answering with, "You may." He gently pressed his lips against yours, slowly nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip. You opened your mouth more allowing him access, his tongue swirling with yours. He pulled back panting. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" you asked in a panic.

"If we keep this up I may lose my self control and you won't be able to see me as a gentleman." Your arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer. "I want you to lose control." you whispered. In response he growled and continued kissing you more passionately, the tent in his sweats pressing against your thigh.

Monday morning came and Misty shouted, "Y/N! Where the fuck have you been??"

"Huh? Why what's going on?"

"You didn't hear? Mahito got fired. He tried to make a move on two girls at the party."

"Two?!"

"Yup. They're saying for the sake of the victims they're going to keep their identities a secret but everyone knows that it's Jessicaaaaaaohmygod is that a hickey?!" You instinctively slapped your neck, your face growing a crimson red. "Y/N L/N, who were you fucking over the weekend?"

"Shh! Misty!"

"Miss Carlisle, please use your indoor voice."

"Sorry Mr. Kento."

"And please refrain from asking my girlfriend personal questions."

"Yes sir-girlfriend?" Misty looked at you as you sheepishly grinned. "You sly bitch! Whoop whoop!" you threw your head back in laughter as Nanami came, kissed you on the cheek in front of everyone with his hand wrapped tightly around your waist and said, "See you at lunch beautiful."

[fritoley]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts 6x09 - Stardust

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“I called her my ‘unicorn’”

Okay why the FUCK are we starting with a villain backstory that I already know is gonna end horribly because he’s talking about his daughter in past tense

*mentally preparing*

*dEEp sigh*

*grabs tissues* Okay here we go

“Her name was Leola”

THE LOVE IN HIS EYES UGH—

ALSO leola’s last wish? The starr???

Woah runaan what happened to you—

It’s like ttm when the other moonshadow elves were in their phantom forms attacking rayla

Oh wait why aren’t tiadrin and lain like that—

Ooh maybe cuz runaan and the other elves had unfinished business maybe rayla’s parents were at peace when they died

That is a BIG BOOK what—

OMG SO THE CUBE DOES DO STUFF

I wonder what that book is and where it is now

“There is proof. A witness… Anak Arao”

Are you telling me that a little child got arrested for breaking the flow of the universe because a fuckass dragon saw her FLOATING R O C K S in front of a human—

wait if leola gave PRIMAL magic to humans (cuz dark magic didn't exist at the time) is that why callum can do magic???

“If you so choose, you may die alongside your daughter.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

WHAT KIND OF MERCY IS THAT

“It was rescued? By who?”

“Me.”

Bro she waited so long to say that lol—

“We love you, Rayla.”

I’m glad she decided to let her parents go

That way they can stay together instead of ripping one of them from death and having them spend the rest of their life without the other

And it’s also like does she choose mom or dad yk this way she doesn’t have to make that choice

“There’s nothing to fear. Close your eyes.”

OMG STOP this shit is wild

I feel so bad for aaravos this is not okay—

he was such a good father he's a completely different person now

istg the dad's in this show L O V E their daughters ugh

THEY FUCKING ATOMIZED HER

NOOOOOOOOOO

Oh look the star on his chest is black and upside down now

So he became the “fallen star” because of Leola’s death

FUCK OFF MERCIFUL ONE

Nah that line official kicked off his villain arc that’s for sure

“Ethari.”

AWWWW STOPPPPPP

The cheezy romance in this show is top tier ugh—

“I’m your daughter.”

GAWD THAT WAS CLOSE

Yuhhh tiadrin and lain were together but ethari’s all alone he needs his husband back 😭

Runaan isn’t done with xadia he wasn’t supposed to die I bet that’s why he was that angry phantom thingy

“He isn’t doing anything for love, he’s doing it for revenge.”

YES TERRY talk her down

Even thought aaravos has EVERY RIGHT to get revenge on those fuckers

YAYY RUNAAN’S BACK

What’s up with the coin why’s callum examining it like that

“Is that…Katolis?”

OOP he found out—

OMG EZRAN FOUND OUT TOO

welp time for the brothers to spiral together in to self-deprecation and blame—

Aaravos getting his anime-girl transformation

Omg he’s hERE aaahhhhhhhh

OH MY GOSH HE’S HUGE

WHAT

Why’s he so HUGE now wtf—

He wasn’t that huge in the flashback—

Oooooohhhh my gosh—

Oooooomgggggggggggg the shock factor in this season was C R A Z Y. Aaravos is out and he’s ready to wreak havoc that is def gonna be interesting. I get the feeling Terry’s gonna join Team Zym because he’s not so invested in aaravos’s plans and whatnot and i think he’s gonna wanna try save claudia. Callum is gonna FLIP OUT when he finds out that aaravos is out and he took the candy to the starscraper that’s gonna be bad. And EZRAN TOOO we never see ezran so worked up like we did this season and i’m scared and a little curious to see how he’s gonna be now that katolis is pretty much destroyed. But hey only 3 months until s7 :P

[heavyhitterheaux]

How Ree's car got totaled on the way to Kentucky, she went back home to Maryland and still made it back on time for the show and Jackman gave her backstage passes 🥴😐

Okay, buckle the fuck up because

HERE

WE

GO

Okay sooo I'm really not going to get into the whole accident part because I'm still pretty sad about it for obvious reasons but I will give yall a timeline about how everything worked out

I left on Friday at 3 am from Maryland in order to get to Louisville by 1:30- 2 pm because the way I drive, it was NOT about to take 9 hours

Zoom zoom, bitch

Okay anyway

We are literally 3 and a half hours away when the accident happened and why when my dumbass made sure I had all my limbs and my glasses weren't broken, I was like.... okay soooo.... how are we getting to Kentucky?

BITCHHHHH THE FUCKING DEDICATION

I was very upset because I knew that I had to call my sister and I feel like I failed because I wanted to prove that I was responsible enough to do this seeing as I basically don't go anywhere without her

I have literally never been away from my sister longer than like 72 hours

And of course she's like you're my only sister and I could care less about the car all that matters is that you're alive 🥺

And of course we both proceeded to cry

Long story short, I had to end up going back home (keep in mind ya girl was more than halfway there)

So Shantai who was driving my car at the time (remember she went with me to see him in October)

She gets admitted to the hospital because she basically blacked out while she was driving my car and yeah

ANYWAY

So my big sister, Rae, comes to the rescue

She had dropped me off at the nail shop because two of them broke in the accident and she's like it looks like we're going on a road trip 😭😭😭

She knows how important this was to me and that this was basically a late birthday/Christmas gift to myself and I was determined to get back to Kentucky because I fought for my damn life to get those tickets

Like I was crying so much that it wasn't even funny

I got some things out of my car when I originally went home, but coming back with Rae, I got the rest and took the plates off

(We not gonna talk about how my front license plate was basically ripped off and sitting in the back seat along with other pieces of my car 🙃)

Like airbags are deployed and the entire underside is ruined and yeah soo

TOTALED

Just grateful to walk away without any broken bones, I'll take the broken heart from losing my first car that I worked so hard for

Onto bigger and better and I can't change the past

We left Sunday morning at 3 am, got into Louisville around 2 something and because the reservation was still in Shantai's name and they actually HELD THE ROOM (which we were all very surprised by), we stayed at The Galt House Hotel which is right next to the KFC Yum Center.

THAT SHIT WAS NICEEEE

It was like a damn apartment up in that bitch

And I was lowkey sad about not being able to be there that long

Like ya girl was about to visit Churchill Downs, eat Alfredo at Vincenzo's and go to Morris Deli

But it's okay, I'll be back

So because I am fucking exhausted, I go to sleep and get up to take a shower and get ready

BITCHHHHH I'm hype now

I GET TO SEE MY BABY FOR THE SECOND TIME IN 2 MONTHS

Okay so let's get into this outfit

White shirt

Black tulle skirt

Fishnets

Combat boots

Leather jacket

YA GIRL WAS LOOKING FUCKING AMAZING, OKAY!?! (And I got Hella compliments. Everyone was like you look so pretty 🥺😭)

By this time, it's like 7:40 and we walk to the arena

IT WAS FUCKING FREEZING

Anyway, the arena is huge and it took us a minute to find our seats

Once we did, I could have cried because it was like the perfect view 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Okay so me and Rae are vibing to the opening acts and then I hear the first notes of Talk of the Town and I was like

BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HERE

WE

FUCKING

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AHHHHHHHH

When he hit the stage I SWEA TA GAWD he looked so fine and I said it loud as shit too lmao

My sister was like Oh... he is cute

I was like HEAUX BACK UP!

I SAW HIM FIRST 😭😭😭

So we're dancing and singing however why do I always happen to pick the section that is NEVER lit

(Section 111 do better, babes. Ya killing me smalls)

But I don't fucking care

YA GIRL IS GOING IN

SUNDOWN

GHOST

21C/DELTA

TYLER HERRO

LUV IS DRO

WARSAW

Literally screaming every lyric at the top of my lungs

Okay so boom

OUTFIT CHANGE

I was like okay baby I see you looking like you stepped out 1970

Oh important side note: URBAN WAS FUCKING HIDING ALL NIGHT FROM ME AGAIN (I'm getting real tired of his shit)

Okay back to the story

LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS

MOVIE STAR

NAIL TECH

POISON

WHAT'S POPPIN

ALREADY BEST FRIENDS

INDUSTRY BABY

Oh

My

Gawd

When he did State Fair, I just about MELTED 🥺🥺🥺

And then the girl with the sign talking about the titties missed you

And Jack was like excuse me this is a family show 😭😭😭

But yet...

You got a song called I Wanna See Some Ass bro....

Okay, Jackman

Of course he had the hose and acted like a damn fool

And of course the little basketball thingy

They kept missing except one person so Jack was like if I make it, they all win

He missed like 3 times

And I was like bitch

Cancel the movie NEOW 😭😭😭

Like he is the definition of white men can't jump lmaooooo

I kid, I kid lmao

Anyway

IT WAS HOT AS FUCK IN THERE

And the fire DID NOT HELP

I was like STINK TURN.IT.OFF.NEOW.

A bitch almost came out her clothes

(Backstage with Jackman's eyes only of course)

So I'm just so PROUD OF HIM 😭😭😭

Of course he ended with First Class and we wait until it clears out because I wasn't trying to get trampled and if someone stepped on my skirt it would have been on sight

And when we get to the merch line, my sister was like uhh yeah imma need a shirt too 😭😭😭

She has officially come to the dark side

I saw my mother in law and she is actually taller than what I expected

Like I was just walking, turned to the left and did a double take lmaoooo

And I told her I would help cook for Christmas lmaoo

Like Jack stole her entire face 😭😭😭

So we get our shirts and... I TOOK A PIC NEXT TO THE KFC BUCKET WITH BIG HEAD'S FACE ON IT!

That bucket was tall as fuck

Okay so after that

We only slept for four hours before getting back on the road to go home

We made it to the Maryland state line in 6 hours 😭

Very thankful my sister drove because even though I wasn't driving when the accident took place, I just can't bring myself to do it right now.

All in all

I had an amazing time and much thanks to my big sister for saving the day and making her little sister's wish come true 🥺

[mmunson86]

Oooo honey you’re going to be sick Eddie really honey?!! REALLY! You actually feel guilty? Wow i am shook Eddie Munson actually feels GUILT! Well idk how to tell you this but its because you know that we fucking see more than your rockstar persona you carry we have been real with you from day one Eddie! Told you once you had this pussy you’d never ever forget us💅🏻

Then take the fuuucking plunge Eddie take it! Jump off the cliff i will have a mattress ready for you to land on i will catch you MF because we fell for you just as hard!

“I think we should maybe talk…” 

The way my heart fell straight through my ass when i read this! But i mean we are communicating right? Lol well safe to say he ran away because he likes us not because we were an easy fuck *cough cough* Lany👀

Ohh no you don’t pretty boy you don’t get to turn around and avoid this convo or your feelings where the hell did you dash off too Eddie Munson?! rip it off like a band aid you hard headed beautiful disaster of a man that i have fallen head over heels for!

I truly enjoyed reading the part of the interview with the boys and getting to know more in depth how they feel about their music & getting to know more about all of them in general, you absolutely did amazing with the details💗

Of fucking course Eddie wouldn’t tell us, because he is Eddie why would he? Right ? Like one moment i want to kiss him & love him & the next i want to just walk away from this man ma gawd be confuses the fuuuuck out of me

“I just need an hour. Just one hour so I can explain.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck i am not ready hold my hand i think i am going to pass the fuck out right now 😭💗

“I left because I knew I didn’t deserve to stay.”

Stop it yes you did! I am sobbing over here! You deserve to feel & be loved Eddie even after all the crap that has gone down between us ! I strongly believe that you do!😭💗

Stop my fucking heart we get to meet the gang! I feel like my heart is going to shoot out of my chest ! We are getting to meet people who have been a part of his life before fame 🥹

“What’s this?” You ask. Eddie’s gaze flickers to your lips before locking back on your eyes, “My apology.”

The way i just want to love this man like he has never been loved & show him that he is worthy of having somebody care for him! My heart STINK i am loosing it! This chapter was fucking PERFCTION jlahsvdkwsksj i cant even i cant even speak i loved it🥹💗

I am going to sing a snip-it of a song for Eddie here eheem ………

“I'm tryna show you the life of somebody like you should be livin'

Oh baby, baby, you can never go wrong if you let me hold you”😭💗

PRICE OF FAME (PART 9/?)

HIIII HERE SHE IS!! i hope u enjoyyyy <3

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: you have questions and eddie needs to get something off of his chest

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, sexual themes, angst, feelings feelings feelings, and eddie going through a crisis <3

word count: 5.1k

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Eddie’s gonna be sick.

There’s a sweet smell of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air and a dizzying chatter dancing amongst the table, and Eddie’s going to be sick.

He’s not sure why because all he’s had was a cup of throat coat, half a French toast, and a cigarette, but he has a feeling it has something to do with the empty chair across from him. Or maybe it’s the guilt that’s been churning in his gut since the moment he stepped out of your room last night. Or maybe it’s the realization of the truth that Eddie was forced to admit when Richie found him at the studio early this morning.

Eddie’s not sure who told Richie or how much of the story Richie knows, but Eddie hates feeling like this— feeling out of control. It’s a sick feeling Eddie had been used to when growing up, but now that he’s older and has his career and money, Eddie does everything in his power to never get into situations like this— and nine times out of ten, these situations only come with things like the press.

And it’s upsetting— the way this has spun out— because Eddie knew this would be the result, and he was so desperate to avoid it in the beginning, but he’s not sure when that persistence vanished. Somewhere along the line, you managed to find the split in Eddie. The part that needed fixing the most. Eddie’s not sure where that split is, but he feels it, and the change— you— has seeped too deep into his skin to dig out, and Eddie is panicking.

He’s been panicking since yesterday— since he fucking pulled out of you, and you looked at him like he was the only person you’ve ever really seen. Like you were seeing him in color for the first time.

He couldn’t think because all that tossed around in his mind was you.

He couldn’t speak because all that would form on his tongue was your name.

He couldn’t breathe because all he would inhale and exhale was your scent.

He was drowning in you yesterday. Sinking like a stone, quicker than he’d ever intended to— because, believe it or not, Eddie was ready to take the plunge. 

He was ready to try and figure out his path of redemption from being the asshole you (rightfully so) hate to someone you could maybe forgive and tolerate. The first step to that was supposed to be the song from the show, but fucking James ruined that. 

It was all fucked. Everything was fucked. The way Eddie was going to apologize was flipped upside down, and you both moved too quick, and now Eddie’s in way over his head— because jesus christ, Richie grilled the shit out of him this morning.

Eddie’s going to be sick.

“Anyone know what’s up with Rich this morning?” One of the crew members asks. Jeff shrugs, tossing a grape into his mouth, “Beats me. He’s always upset about something, though.”

Eddie tries to muster through the rest of breakfast, but when Richie comes back into the room without you in tow, Eddie decides he can’t sit here a moment longer with that empty chair staring at him.

Although Eddie practically begs Richie to let him skip out of the group interview, he still finds himself walking down the hall of the hotel. The interview is being held in Richie’s suite and was originally planned to be a few days after the residency was over, but a change of plans with photoshoots in LA caused some last-minute alterations to the planned schedule.

Eddie spent the day holed up in a friend's studio. He hasn’t seen you since breakfast, and the day is almost over now, so it’s safe to say the initial shell-shock feeling of the sticky situation he’s tossed you both into has somewhat dissolved. Eddie didn’t record anything at the studio; he only wrote, and the change of scenery, with the added peace away from his friends/bandmates, gave him a more open space to figure his thoughts out. 

So, when Eddie sees you walking out of your room, he immediately knows now is his chance to do what he’s been milling about in his head all day— because when Eddie said sorry and when he spent hours fucking you into your bed to show you just how sorry he was, he meant it— and he needs to tell you that before things get misconstrued as they always do.

You’re not paying attention, too focused on sorting through the questions you’ve prepared for the band, so you’re face is riddled with shock when Eddie places a hand on your shoulder.

“I think we should maybe talk…” 

Eddie’s not sure what he expected you to say, but he sure as hell didn’t expect you to turn to him and nod, “Yeah, I think we should.” Eddie nods as well, taking a breath and opening his mouth to speak, but you’re cutting him off before he can even fully form his thoughts, “Where the fuck have you been?”

And that’s not what Eddie thought you would start with, but it’s better than he expected. “Um—” 

“I’ve been signing papers all fucking day thanks to you,” You stress, “And the only person that has any answers to the millions of questions I have is you, but you’ve been missing in action all fucking day, so what the fuck?” You snap.

Eddie’s face pinches in confusion, “Signing papers? What papers?”

You scoff, sarcastically shrugging, “I don’t know, maybe the fucking NDAs Richie piled onto me, again, because of you,” You’re tone is dripping in irritation, and Eddie only finds your disgruntled look to be cute. “Thanks for that, by the way. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that I’m not here to ruin your life, but the last thing I want to do is tell the world all about how I was dumb enough to let you fuck me.”

You don’t exactly care that a cleaning maid is just a few doors down, but Eddie does because this is precisely how shit gets into the press. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters, wrapping a hand around your arm and tugging you off into the small ice room off to the side. “Would you lower your fucking voice?” Eddie grumbles as he presses you into the open space beside the vending machine, creating some sense of secrecy from anyone passing by.

Your eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you glare at Eddie, “Why does it even matter when you’ve been practically screaming it from the rooftops?” You point out. Eddie waves a hand and squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head in dismissal, “I didn’t tell Richie shit.” He argues.

And it’s the truth. Eddie didn’t tell Richie anything— he hasn’t told anyone anything aside from what little to the story Jeff and Gareth know. But they would never say something to Richie about it, right?

You snap Eddie from his train of thought, “Then where did you go last night, Eddie?” You ask.

And well, Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to confess that he practically had a panic attack when he realized he likes you— like, really, really likes you. He’s not ready to admit that he spent the night at the studio, scribbling down words and mixing sounds, cutting clips of his voice, and perfecting it until he passed out from exhaustion. He’s not ready to admit that.

Eddie goes silent, gaze dark and filled with hesitance. His jaw ticks, and he replies with a snap, “It doesn’t matter.” He shifts to turn around and leave— because that’s what he does best— but you reach out to wrap a warm hand around his wrist, and Eddie— god, Eddie’s heart skips a few beats.

“If I had to sign a goddamn NDA, the least you can do is tell me where you went.”

And you’re right. God, isn’t this precisely what Eddie was just writing about? 

It’s not difficult, Eddie says to himself. Just tell her you went to the studio— maybe even offer to show her what you were working on.

Eddie thinks he would rather chew bricks.

Before Eddie can fully prepare a response, Gareth pokes his head into the room, glancing between the two of you as you quickly drop Eddie’s hand. Gareth fails to hold back a grin at the scene before him, and Eddie’s shoulders stiffen from the tense situation between you that Gareth fails to catch onto. Gareth points over his shoulder, “Unless you want Richie to start flipping out from wasted time, I suggest you guys head back to the room so we can start.”

“It’s chaotic.”

“Your known sound or the new sound?”

“Both.”

You laugh, shifting in your seat as you twirl your pen between your fingers. Jeff expands on Gareth’s comment, “I would say our past music is chaotic in general, but the newer stuff we have coming is more of an… orchestrated chaos.”

Gareth snorts at Jeff’s answer and mumbles something along the lines of melodrama before Eddie pitches in, “There’s more of a structure to this record. Our past albums have been like… multiple stories in one, and it can be overwhelming, but it’s also exciting because you never know where you’re going next,” Eddie talks with his hands, jewelry clinking with each wave as he glances at you, “And I think this album still has that type of excitement, but it’s more… interconnected. Like there’s bits and pieces of every track within the next one, and it’s just… it’s a fuller experience.” 

It’s beautiful— how Eddie thinks and speaks and forms his thoughts about music. It’s so captivating that you could spend forever listening to him talk about music. Gareth is saying something, but you’re hardly listening because you can feel Eddie’s gaze on you, and it makes every hair on your body stand. 

When you finish writing a note, you clear your throat before glancing back up at the boys as if your heart isn’t beating out of your chest. “In relation to this topic, do any of you have a specific idea or sound you’d like to explore in the future, maybe?”

Jeff hums, “I grew up listening to a ton of Janis Joplin— and shit like Jimi Hendrix— so I've always had a love for that kind of clash between rock and blues. So, maybe something along those lines." It's utterly off-track from what Corroded Coffin sings, but Jeff, you've come to learn, is the most mellow of the group, so you're not as surprised as most would be.

The boys each answer the question, eventually blending into each other to create one extensive conversation. You ask them what they plan to do when they’re old enough to retire. Gareth wants to venture into the art world; unbeknownst to you, he’s had a knack for art since middle school. Jeff wants to do something with producing, and right before Eddie gets the chance to answer, Richie steps in, clearing his throat and reminding you of the time. 

You seem to have lost track of time in your conversation. The boys have a line of press interviews today, but you have more than enough content to complete the article. You thank the boys for giving their time and being compliant, and as you file out of the room, Gareth turns to you, “Are you coming to the dinner tonight?” He asks. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Dinner?”

Jeff steps up beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you all step into the hallway, “Of course, she’s coming to the dinner, dumbass; it’s for the entire crew.” He flicks at Gareth’s shoulder. Gareth bats at Jeff’s hand, “Sorry, I didn’t know if that included journalists.” He bites back with a light shove to Jeff’s shoulder. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know this dinner you’re talking about.” You chip in. Gareth and Jeff glance at each other before Jeff clears his throat, “Uh— Eddie didn’t tell you?”

Of fucking course, it reflects to Eddie. You shake your head, glancing around the hall, only to see that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Jeff nods, removing his arm from your shoulder and shrugging, “Well, there’s a dinner tonight, and we have some family and friends coming in from Hawkins, so you’re obviously invited regardless of Eddie’s lack of communication skills.” Jeff jokingly concludes. You nod with a small smile, “I’ll most likely be working through this,” You raise your journal, “But I hope all goes well.”

You don’t stick around to see the looks Gareth and Jeff exchange because you’re too busy trying not to be bothered by the fact that Eddie purposely didn’t tell you about the dinner. But then again, can you blame Eddie? You’ve only known each other for a month, and that entire month has been full of mixed feelings, arguments, and selfish kisses. 

Still, you find yourself feeling estranged and saddened— because, despite your complicated relationship, if the roles were reversed, you know you would’ve extended the invitation, 

Eddie glances over himself in the mirror for what seems like the millionth time.

It’s stupid, the nerves coursing through his veins, but then again, what Eddie’s about to do could potentially put him on his ass if it goes wrong. Wrong, meaning you say no, curse him out, and tell him to fuck off for the rest of his life. He’d deserve it, sure, but that doesn’t mean it would lessen the sting either way.

There’s a cassette tape in his hand as he walks up to your room, 403, the numbers that seem to be engraved in his mind at this point. He taps the thick band of his ring against the clear case of the tape, teeth digging into his cheek as he knocks on your door.

The silence is deafening as he waits, and Eddie debates if he should just make a run for it before he makes a fool of himself, but then you open the door. And you’re so pretty, and Eddie’s fingers tighten around the tape for a split moment to ground himself because— fuck, what does he say? Why is he here again?

You’re staring at him with a blank gaze, bored and intimidating enough to have Eddie wishing the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

Eddie clears his throat and shifts in his spot, “Are you busy?” You blink, glancing down at the tape in his hand before looking back at him. “Why?”

Well, there’s no going back, Eddie thinks. He raises the tape into your view, “I just need an hour. Just one hour so I can explain.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning against the door, and boredly blink, “Explain what?”

Eddie shrugs, heart racing in his chest as he subtly shakes his head, “Everything.”

Eddie didn’t think you would say yes.

Honestly speaking, Eddie thinks you’re slightly insane for saying yes, but he doesn’t take it for granted— because now, Eddie is walking down Barclay St with you right beside him. It’s busy now that everybody’s 9-5 shift has ended, and there’s a slight breeze kicking in as you trek through the sea of people. 

You’re dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a light sweater to keep you warm— and Eddie thinks it’s adorable how the sleeves drape over your hands and how you fuss over it occasionally.

Transit is quicker to where Eddie is taking you, and the subway is always crowded and hectic, so Eddie doesn’t think about it when he grabs your hand as you trot down the subway steps. Your hand is warm and soft beneath his palm, and it feels so natural when you shift your thumb across the back of his hand, trying to keep up with his far strides.

Somebody bumps into you, and Eddie instinctively pulls you closer to him, gazing down at you as he asks if you’re okay. You nod, and Eddie squeezes your hand before continuing on the path to the train.

When you and Eddie get settled on the train, Eddie thinks you might hold onto his hand for the entire ride, but he’s sadly mistaken when you slip from his hold to fold your hands in your lap.

Eddie ignores the pang in his chest.

Eddie has dragged you all the way to Manhattan to stick you in a booth near the back of an old diner called Keens Steakhouse. You’ve never been here, but you’ve heard of it in passing; however, you wish Eddie had told you to wear something nicer instead of this oversized blanket of a sweater you have on.

Eddie is wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, so you didn’t think much about what to wear— but that’s Eddie. Eddie Munson, the famous rockstar. Why would he care about the clothes he wears to some diner he’s probably eaten at a million times before?

The diner has dim lighting, but the tables are well-lit with a candle. Your waiter hands you two menus and a bottle before leaving you both to scan over the food items. You don’t bother to open your menu, watching Eddie fill your glasses with a rich wine. Eddie glances at you before clearing his throat, “The chef makes a mean filet mignon, by the way,” He begins as he sets the bottle aside, “And I’m not a big seafood person, but the shrimp is good.”

You say nothing, waiting for Eddie to stop beating around the bush and tell you why he made you trek across the city for wine. He glances at you, faltering for a split moment as he speaks, “We can change tables if you—” You shake your head with a wave of your hand, “It’s not that, Eddie, it’s just—” You huff, “Why are we here? Like, why did you bring me here?”

Eddie shifts in his seat and clears his throat, tapping his finger against the table once before taking a slow breath, “I think… I think it’s best if I explain my side of things before shit spins out of control.” He’s struggling to start, but the words slip from you before you can stop it, “You don’t think it’s too late for that?”

Eddie’s eyes are soft and pleading when he glances at you, pretty lips tucking between his lips as he shrugs, “I was hoping not…”

God, it’s weird seeing Eddie like this— teetering on the edge of vulnerability as he practically begs you to hear him out— if you weren’t so keen on hearing if he has something genuine to say, then you would’ve left a long time ago for the sake of his sanity.

Because you’re selfish and hope to hear something good, you nod, encouraging him to continue.

Eddie fidgets with the rings on his fingers as he begins to speak, “First things first, I just wanna get this out of the way,” He gazes at you, “I didn’t tell Richie anything. If anything, my guess would be someone from the crew told him, but I won’t list off any names.” He waves off.

You know he means James because who else would Eddie be talking about? But even though you strongly feel it wasn’t James, you don’t counteract Eddie’s silent claim. However, you’re not strong enough to hold back a quick roll of your eyes.

“And secondly… about last night.” He falters, and you take a deep breath before shifting in your seat. “It’s fine if you regret it, Eddie. You didn’t need to drag me here to say that; we can just forget it ever happened.”

You’re unsure if that’s what Eddie wanted to say, but you would rather be the first to call it out to save whatever dignity you have left. But Eddie quickly shakes his head, brown eyes wide and soft as he squashes that idea, “No! No, I don’t regret last night at all. I— that’s not why I brought you here.” And Eddie looks at you like he won’t ever get a chance to fix what he destroyed.

A steady exhale and the curling of his fingers into his palm, and you wish you were closer to him, even if he’s done nothing but push you away. You want to feel him. And sure, the flicker of his gaze down to your hand might imply that he wants the same, but you drop your hands to lay in your lap instead of the table, willing him to continue talking.

He clears his throat, “I shouldn’t have left— and honestly, I didn’t even want to leave,” His admission has your head ticking in confusion, “I wanted to stay with you, and I wanted—” He takes a breath, earth soaked eyes locking onto yours, “I left because I knew I didn’t deserve to stay.”

Well fuck, your heart is practically the wings of a hummingbird in your chest. It’s the most open Eddie has ever been with you aside from the time you shared alone in the dressing room, except now you are finally facing the truth of what is unfolding between you. 

Wayne’s words spin in your mind for a split moment, “Eddie doesn’t know what to do with nice… He hasn’t had much of that in his life.”

And you wonder why? What happened to create the beautiful mess sitting before you, waving his torn and stained white flag, calling off his troops to meet you in no man's land? And there’s a vast field behind Eddie that you have yet to discover, and there’s the same behind you, patiently waiting for whoever is willing to take the time and map out the intricate paths and valleys. You selfishly want it to be the man in front of you.

“I don’t know how to treat the people who selflessly care for me. I never got that, and it’s weird and new to me, and I didn’t understand how you could do that for— not just me, but practically everyone you meet. But I want to learn how to.”

It’s dizzying, really. The complete 180 Eddie has seemingly made— and is it wrong for you to hesitate to believe him? Is it wrong that you’re still unsure even though Eddie looks like he wants to practically crawl out of his skin? Because Eddie is so far from home, and it doesn’t even take years of knowing him to see that.

You shift your gaze to the table, sinking further into your seat as you tilt your head, and there’s an echo of how you felt last night that rings in your chest as you ask, “Where did you go, Eddie?”

Eddie is so pretty under candlelight. He’s defined and soft, and his hair looks like a golden mane when it catches the light. His eyes, always big and brown with honey-soaked pools of curiosity, they’re softer than they’ve ever been before. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth and tortured with the jagged crowns of his teeth as he silently stresses. 

“I went to the studio.” He finally admits.

And you can’t seem to think of a single reason why Eddie would ever be this nervous to tell you he went to the studio— that’s his job, is it not?

Eddie shifts in his seat to reach into his jacket pocket to pull something out. “I brought you here so I could—” “Excuse me, Mr. Munson.” A waiter interrupts.

Eddie pauses, both of you turning your attention to the pristine man in black. The waiter clasps their hands behind their back, leaning forward as they speak, “Sorry to interrupt, but there’s a group up front claiming to be a part of your reservations. I didn’t see any more seats on the list, but they insisted I check with you.”

Eddie shoves whatever is in his hand back into his pocket as he looks over his shoulder, your gaze following his eyes as he curses. You can’t see much from your seat, so you’re riddled with confusion when Eddie grumbles something to himself as he turns back to the waiter, “Yeah, they’re my friends; send them over.”

The waiter nods and walks off as you send a look of confusion towards Eddie, “I thought there was a dinner tonight? Which, speaking of, why aren’t you there?” Eddie freezes at the question, “You know about the dinner?”

You nod, “Jeff and Gareth told me. Thanks for the invitation, by the way.” You grumble as Eddie stands up. Eddie curses, turning to you and holding an index finger, “To be fair, I wasn’t planning on going.” You raise an unconvinced eyebrow as Eddie turns around and cheers, stepping forward to hug who had expected to be Jeff or Gareth.

However, neither Jeff nor Gareth have light brown, wavy, shoulder-length hair.

It’s a woman, a pretty one with sunkissed freckles dotted all around her face. Behind her, and next to hug Eddie, is a man; soft, brown wisps of healthy hair long enough to kiss the tips of his ears. He catches your eyes over Eddie’s shoulder, and you find that he and Eddie share the same eye color.

Last to hug Eddie is another woman, kind-looking and just as pretty as the first, and with the curly strands that bounce along her shoulders, you might’ve guessed she and Eddie were related somehow.

The first girl peeks over Eddie’s shoulder and smiles, “Who’s this?” She squeaks, “Oh fuck, are we interrupting something? Steve— god, I told Steve we should’ve just waited to see you at the hotel.” The boy, Steve, you suppose, turns to the girl with an annoyed look as they start to bicker lightly. Eddie waves his hands to disperse the small moment, “As happy as I am to see you assholes, we actually were in the middle of something.” Eddie sarcastically smiles.

You roll your eyes and smile as you stand from the booth, “No, no, don’t worry about it.” You assure her as you step forward, placing a hand on Eddie’s shoulder to make room for yourself as you extend a hand in greeting. You tell her your name, and she smiles, “I’m Robin!” She responds. She gestures to the man, “This is Steve,” Steve waves, “And this is Nancy.” Nancy waves and smiles.

“We’re old friends from high school.” Nancy clears up the confusion.

And then it suddenly makes sense. Eddie had mentioned something about his tight-knit group of friends from Hawkins. He didn’t go in-depth on who was who, but you now realize why Robin had sounded like such a familiar name.

You beam at them as the pieces come together, “Oh! Nice to meet you; Eddie’s mentioned you all before,” You respond, “It’s nice to put faces to the names finally.” 

Steve awes at that and slaps a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder, “You’ve been talking about us? How sweet of you.” He jokingly teases, squeezing at the dip of Eddie’s shoulder and neck. Eddie bats him away with a ghost of a smile, and you smile, enjoying the look of familiar joy on Eddie’s face.

Eddie ushers you all to sit in the booth— and you don’t ignore the fact that he slides in right beside you. Robin and Nancy sit on the other side, and Steve squeezes in last despite Robin’s protests and grumbles about him having wide shoulders. Eddie sighs, hands fidgeting on the table as he speaks, “What are you guys doing here? I thought you were going to the dinner with the band.” He asks.

Steve scoffs as Nancy snickers, and Robin rolls her eyes, “Yeah, that was the plan,” Robin responds. “But these two,” She gestures between Nancy and Steve, “Didn’t want to dress for it. Jeff told us where you were, by the way.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the mention of Jeff and his traitorous behavior.

Steve glances around the restaurant, and you catch Nancy’s eyes, sharing a quick, welcoming smile with one another. “Yeah, so can we, like, get out of here?” Steve asks in a bored manner before reaching over to grasp Eddie’s forgotten glass of wine. Eddie flicks Steve’s hand, and Nancy speaks up from the corner of the booth, “Do either of you know a place with good drinks?”

Eddie looks beyond bothered by how his friends crashed your short-lived dinner, so you answer, “There’s a karaoke bar down the street; they have a good happy hour, too.” You shrug. Steve and Robin perk up at the mention of karaoke, and Nancy groans, “God, don’t get these two started on karaoke. They don’t stop.” She complains.

Steve shrugs and slides out of the booth, “Too bad, we’re going.” He tugs his friends out of the booth. With the small window of no attention on you or Eddie, Eddie turns to you, “I’m sorry.” He motions toward his friends. You smile and shake your head, “That’s okay.”

Eddie leans in, and your heart skips a beat. You’re shocked when Eddie’s cool fingers brush against yours beneath the table and slip something into your hand, “This is what I brought you here for.” He softly says.

You glance beneath the table to see the clear cassette tape that Eddie had when you opened your door. You glance back at him, confusion riddled on your features, “What’s this?” You ask. Eddie’s gaze flickers to your lips before locking back on your eyes, “My apology.”

His apology?

Your mind reels for a few moments until you remember what Eddie had said yesterday, “I said sorry. An actual apology, I did it, and you weren’t fucking there to hear it.”

Before you can respond, Steve clasps a hand over Eddie’s shoulder, grabbing both of your attention, “Let’s go, man; I’m gonna battle you in a sing-off.” Behind Steve, Nancy and Robin stand hand in hand, Robin impatiently waving for you and Eddie to get up.

Mind reeling with a mix of emotions; you barely have enough time to shove the tape in your bag before Eddie drags you out of the booth.

With the tape practically burning a hole through your side and your mind telling you to slow down, your heart flutters in your chest as you allow yourself to weave your fingers through Eddie’s.

And when you see the small smile that grazes across Eddie’s lips, you decide to let yourself have this moment, even if you’re still wary of Eddie’s true intentions.

And once again, for the second night in a row, you find yourself in Eddie’s trap.

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part ten

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a/n: HIIII, you made it to the end !!! look at them evolving :') we're almost to the end friends, hang in there w me i beg !! i hope u enjoyed, and as always, i love love love reading any and all feedback as well as ur silly thots <3 TY FOR READING I LOVE U VERY BIG MWAHHH <3

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dad!druig

a/n: so someone requested something cute and fluffy with druig, and due to recent events this was the first thing that came to mind lol

paring: druig x afab!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy symptoms like throwing up, swearing (what's new), lots of fluff, very slight angst

a/n: look at his arms oh my gawd

finding out that you're pregnant

so you'd been feeling a little sick lately

and it wasn't like your normal sickness symptoms, you were throwing up a lot and just generally feeling a little bit sluggish

and obviously he takes notice towards that because he's always trying to make sure that you're okay

"do you want to go to the doctor? i think we should go to the doctor." "druig, it's proably just a stomach bed. it'll pass."

the two of you sat there and argued (not really argued but just trying to convince the other that they're right)

eventually druig won and scheduled you a doctor's appointment

also side note imagine that it's like the dead of winter when you're going and while y'all are getting ready he likes helps you put on your coat and tie your shoes??? fucking adorable

anyways i'm getting sidetracked

so you're sitting on the bed/table thing in the doctor's office and druig is sitting in one of the provided chairs and his leg is going a thousand miles an hour

what if you were sick??? were you dying??? how was he going to live with himself if you died???

his thoughts were interrupted when the doctor walked in

"hello there! i hope you're doing well because i have some great news."

neither of you were sure what could be so great about you possibly being sick but y'all didn't want to be rude and interrupt him

"you're pregnant!"

there was a moment of silence

the two of you looked at each other then back at the doctor

"i'm sorry what?"

the whole car ride back was dead silent

both of you were too shocked to say anything

when y'all got in the house y'all kinda just stood in the couch

neither of you were upset about the news, the two of you had just never talked about having kids

so neither of you knew how the other felt about having kids

"druig" "yeah" "are you...happy about this" "of course i am. i know we haven't talked about it but i would really like to start a family with you"

he then goes into this long ass speech about how much he loves you and how he'll do anything to protect you and yada yada

basically he makes the really cute speech that leaves you a sobbing mess

during the pregnancy

druig would be a great person to be around when you're pregnant because he is so insistent about doing everything you ask him to

need a foot rub? he's doing it before you even ask

you want a baconator at 5 in the morning? he sleeps with his keys in hand so he can rush to the car

he spends a lot of time on pregnancy and parenting groups getting advice

he also calls phastos a lot to ask about random things

"how high off the ground does the crib need to be" "druig, i haven't even had my morning coffee yet"

the first time the baby kicked the two of you were cuddling on the couch

"ow" "what happened? what's wrong" "your child just kicked the shit out of me"

he then spends the next few days trying to catch the baby kicking but he's unsuccessful poor druig

he also uses the last 2-3 months of your pregnancy to build a whole nursey

like i'm being so serious he didn't buy a crib from Walmart, he went to home depot, bought some wood, and put that shit together himself

he's there for every appointment holding your hand

if you ever worry about anything (i.e. not being a good parent) he'll be there in a heartbeat to make you feel better

i've said this before but druig definitely has a way with words so he knows exactly what to say

once again, he'd be the perfect person to be around while you're pregnant

the baby year (years??? i don't know how long they count as babies)

before the baby was born you and druig agreed that the two of you would take turns taking care of the baby so you weren't as stressed about having to wake up in the middle of the night

although sometimes druig would trick you into thinking that it was his night instead of yours and stops the baby from crying because you need your rest

there's a baby section in almost every room of the house, each one has diapers, bottles, wipes and formula so no matter where the two of you are with the baby

druig takes his job as a father very seriously as you can tell

almost a little too seriously at times

but honestly you don't mind because he's adorable and he's just trying to show that he cares

but there are days where you have to like force him to sit down while you take care of the baby

"go read a book or something, me and the baby will be fine"

the main people that come over to help are phastos, sersi, and makkari

makkari and sersi because their your best friends

and phastos because he's had enough of the 2am questions so he basically sits the two of you down for a masterclass in childcare

also gil and over thena come over a lot with food

y'alls baby literally loves thena it's so fucking cute

a/n: i was going to write for toddler to teen or young adult, but one; i'm really tired cuz it's 1:30 am but i'm up for moonknight, and two tumblr is really fucking testing me and fucking up my writing so i'm gonna go and play the sims before i commit arson or some shit

[ladyartemesia]

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

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“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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REPLIES TO ROY’S ADVICE TO SONIA

@izayoichan​

I believe... equilibrium was just shattered.. into like a million pieces, in that short talk

@justanothersimsblog​

She had a heart attack

@percosim​

hopefully Violet will be home soon lol

Poor Violet though....once again she’ll be mopping up the mess!!

@streetlites​

The angry eyebrow is back!

@echoweaver​

Can't quit when you're ahead, eh Roy?

He wouldn’t be Roy if he knew how to do that!

@xldkx​

roy PLEASE

@windermeresimblr​

Oh my god Roy. Foot, meet mouth.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing!

@enable--llamas​

Oh my god, she's gonna find a way to end him through the phone, isn't she? :D

@ktarsims​

I mean, I realize he’s partly rubbing it in to make himself feel better and victorious after his abysmal night… which Sonia doesn’t even know about… but… WOW, Roy. Sonia’s freshly gained equilibrium is definitely going to vanish… TBH, this conversation would even upset me… even if this wasn’t my Ex and I didn’t have any cares about his new girl.

I’d be more irate about a stranger choosing clothes for my daughter tbh than any snide comment my ex made about my fashion sense. But Roy certainly knows how to push Sonia’s buttons. She’s right, he truly is evil!  (At least sometimes!)

@batsheba​

OMG, Roy... really?! He should drop Henrietta a bock away for safety reasons...

Lolol yeah...even if Apollo is going to be waiting at the gate, Sonia could be waiting on the roof with a sniper rifle!

@muses-circle​

Oof. Damn, Roy, was that necessary? 🤪

@stsciurus​

Roy puts the "ass" in "asshole". 😂

@thickness1988​

Roy is about to get Sonia’s hands when he drop Henrietta

Oh, it’s so lovely to see you around again!!! And yeah, Roy had better sleep with one eye open for a very long time, lol!

@gifappels-stuff​

🤣🤣🤣 this is brilliant!! Damn Roy playing with the lion's nutsack now. Thanks for the fun read!

Thanks for the beautiful visual!!! 🤣🤣🤣

@sweetnovember77​

F*ck No! While some limitations can be stretched, there are points beyond which no amount of training, adjusting, modifying or educating can reasonably alter a boundary.

@zosa95​

Savage 🙈😆

@whyhellosims​

ROY XD OMG! He knew she was already mad and threw all caution to the wind! And all I can say is BAHAHAHAA XD

@wannabecatwriter​

Roy is seriously crossing the line here, but when doesn't he do it?

The line is just a distant speck on the horizon to Roy at this point, lol!

@mosneakers​

Roy noooooo 😅

@mosneakers​

Also Sonia always looks good so I hope she doesn’t take that too personally although I bet that won’t be the case!

Awwww, that’s lovely of you to say! She does have a classic, if understated, style. When she met Violet I remember a few people did express the wish that Violet might help her dress a little less conservatively, however. 

@owly-sims​

ROY! Go jump in the deep end you goober 🤦‍♀️

Heh!! I see what you did there!

@drudragonrose​

*gets the shovel ready and some lye*

@sweetpyxels​

Oh no Roy ! He just destroyed whatever calmness Sonya had acquired : D Still love him though. Roy♥

@lilsisterg​

Shots Fired!!! Goo Gawd

@winifredwoogie​

Roy is such a turd 😂

@dynastiasimss​

ROY! LOL 😂🤣

@anamoon63​

Ouch! There goes Sonia's restored peace of mind. Was that necessary, Roy? 🤔

@city-mouse​

Wow. I know he just loooves to push her buttons but... Well, you liked her/her wardrobe/her boobs/whatever, really to stay married to her for a number of years so joke's on you, honey, actually! Save your angry eyebrows the overtime, Sonia! :D

The fact is that Roy would hardly ever have noticed what Sonia wore, only what her boobs looked like! But his sole purpose here was to wind her up, and it was quite a low blow because he knew she was already smarting about him bringing Anya to the house. So Roy being Roy he had to rub salt into the wound. And then squeeze lemon juice over it...

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Exchange Disaster

Tag: ED

Info : character reels: 1 - 2

-Act: 1-

Part 1 / Part 2

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Title: Oh mAwh gawd it's showtime!

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The buss was always quiet in your other school, but this was just chaos... Two kids where literally mauling echother, and a few were recording and some trying not to get mauled themselves. Like what? How did this bullshit start you just got on the buss! You sighed and fixed the strap on your backpack, ready to just plow these guys over to get to a seat. But you didnt want to get in trouble on your first day now will you?

So you had opted to wait for the buss driver to say something. Which eventually come, loudly. "AKAZA, DOUMA FOR THE LAST TIME STOP TAKING UP THE ISLE! YOU CAN MAUL ECHOTHER LATER JUST NOT ON MY BUSS!". Mr Urokodaki aka the buss driver had yelled at the two. So that's those twos names.

You could hear distant sounds of laughter and the occasional 'ooh y'all got in trouble!... Again-' wait this was normal?-

"Im sorry for those kids behaviors, they do this like- every other week. Now go sit down kiddo, before we arrive late." Mr. Urokodaki had said, pointing to the back of the buss. And that's when you noticed that the fight had entirely cleared up. Well that was fast? But you had shook off the thought and decided to try and get to the back as fast as humanly possible. Which was pretty easy, untill a hand flew up. They seemed that they wanted you to sit with them, what a shocker! So you decided to sit with them to not be rude.

"Why hello there! My name's Kyojuro Rengoku, what's yours?" you almost died at how loud this guy was, but you finally got to see his face. Which kinda shocked you a bit. Red and orange eyes, same for the hair that looked to mimick fire, the everlasting smile and stair that was .. intimidating to you.

"Oh, hello my name's (Y/N) (L/N), also Françé?" You asked, hoping one person can share your native dialect. But he just raised one of his eyebrows which discouraged you. 'Why would anyone be french anyways?' You thought as Rengoku just smiled wider somehow. "Im sorry if I had made you think if your the only one here with that language! But I don't know who else could speak it so I'm sorry!" He said enthusiastically, wow that makes it so much better. "No no, I'm sorry for asking! I'm in Japan so why would anyone speak that?" You said as you scratched the back of your head. A bit uncomfortable at the unblinking stare he had on you.

"Its alright!" He still yelled. "And I haven't heard of you around here! So are you new here!?" He said as he continued to be in owl mode. Smile as bright as ever. "Y-yeah, soo-","Of course I'll show you around! I'm honored to help a fellow student out!" He interrupted, wait how the fUck did he know what you were gonna say? Like is this man's reading my m I n d? Welp time to delete my brains search history.

"Alright?" You said, weirded out a bit. As you usually did things by yourself most of the time. But I guess you just have to suck it up and socialize.

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So the entire buss ride was summed up to Rengoku, or Kyojuro. Which he told you to call him by that, talking the whole damn way. Like this dude didn't even stop to breathe. Though he kinda just rambled on about the school- also he was student council president too, which you could see why. But you don't personally seeing yourself being best friends with this guy, but would it hurt to just be friends?

" Alright were here. Now get out!" Mr. Urokodaki had yelled, clearly done with everyone's bullshit. Then everyone started to stampede out of the buss.

'Aight, time to die-' You internally prepared yourself to jump into the mass of students. But Kyojuro had seemingly invaded your minds privacy again and pulled you closer to himself. "Hah, don't try. Trust me they don't pay attention!" He said, and on que a person groaned as they were shoved into a seat. "Alright." You said as you scooted to your original spot. It also didn't take long before it cleared up and the other students who were also sitting started to leave as well.

" Alright Kyojuro, i think I'll just go-""WAIT!" You jumped, other students looked at the two of you before going back to what they were doing. "Let me see your schedule, i want to see if we share any classes!" Kyojuro said. A bright smile widening as you begrudgingly zipped open your plain backpack and brought out the piece of paper. Not even surprised when Kyojuro snatched it from your hand and excitedly looked at the contents.

But to no surprise he sighed. "We only have one class together..." He said uncharacteristically quite. You sighed as you got up. Kyojuro fallowing suit, "hey which class was it?" You said as he handed your paper back. He then gave you yet another smile. "No spoilers!" Kyojuro said. Already taking a liking to you. He felt the two of you would be great friends!

"Thats either a good or bad thing." Walking off of the bus felt nice. As sitting down for so damn long dose give you tension am I right. "Hey!" Kyojuro yelled but you had already taken off. Finally entering the school, which seemed to be a lot different then your old one. There were lockers lining the walls, which probably ment no cubbies filled with two or three backpacks that look the same. Which was a relief. But you felt guilty leaving Kyojuro back there.

But Cha gotta do what you gotta do.

So you had decided to try and find your locker cause your backpack was like fifteen tuns. Why were there so many books? Well it's highschool sooo.

And somehow you had managed to find your locker relatively earlier then you'd think. Opening it and shoving your bookbag in it. You then checked your schedule for what you had first. " Choir, Aight. I'm pretty sure I just get a key book. Well I hope so..." You said to yourself as you shut your locker. Thinking you'd never get used to that.

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But you had some trouble finding the choir club? Intermediate? Hall? You didn't know what to call it. So you had done the next best thing. What did you think I'd say ask for help? Nah, open random doors till it works. You could ask another student as the late bell hasn't rung yet. But no, you had to learn yourself.

"347-A... 347-A...-""E-Excuse me? We have the same class..." You whipped your head around to see someone outrageously taller than you. He was also t h i cc. Like my man's could snap my neck in two. Johnathan style."Oh that's sweet. Mind me fallowing you?" he shook his head no, and rubbed the back of his head. His short brown hair was ruffled and more healthy than your's. Dang- jealous, "So what's your name?" You ask the burly student. Who just fiddled with his hands as the two of you walked in awkward silence. "Its Taylor..." Taylor said. "Oh that sounds like a western name. So where are you from?" You felt so relieved that someone else was also from the western side of the world. Even if France isn't in the Americas it's still in the west!

(Haha get smacked with a secret character! That I'm definitely not gonna be obsessed with writing!)

The boy seemed shocked and relived. Wait- there were racists too?! Whoever hurt this boi is gonna get an ass whoopin'. "O-oh! I'm s-sorry! Its just that... Everyone usually laughed at me for being a "halfy"..." He air quoted. "Nah it's fine! So what's your other ethnicity?!" You said. Finally not feeling alone.

"Well- u-uhm... I'm..." The giant boi had stuttered from embarrassment. "Im sorry for being-""No, your fine Taylor. I used to be the same!" You laughed along side him. But then he looked around for any other students. But at the moment you two were walking to another building. Taylor then looked back at you and said. "well- I'm half... French...." He seemed to recoil after he said that. But you literally flipped.

Who woulda guessed that you'd meet someone with the same language as you! This is fucking awesome!

"Oh my god i thought I was alone!" Tearing up from such happy feeling's. "W-wait really!" Taylor said, clearly excited. But his black eyes widened then he put his fist to his lips. "Sorry, th-that was rude." Taylor said. "Nah it's fine buddy! But did you move to Japan or lived here?" you said. Clearly interested in the gentle giant. Which made his heart throb, no one ever really treated him like this- it was new to him. Even sharing a common language is, amazing!

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Finally after what felt like hours you had finally made it to choir. The room was right next to the cafeteria, making a mental note of it. Taylor was actually really fun to conversate with! He's just a big boi with an event bigger heart. He also had a cat named momo. Isn't that neat? Wonder if it's a chonker like the hell spawn that is jimmy. That bababoi is fatter with a ph then the moon.

"were here.. uhm if it's alright can i walk you here-"

Taylor and yourself winced as the late bell finally rung. "Dose it still count if we got here before..?" You said. Taylor had a sad look on his face. Dang now you feel bad, probably the first time he's gotten here late. "Oh well... Its not like I've never been late before..." He then looked down at you, yes down, to see your somewhere between confused and shocked face. How? That just broke your entire delusion!

"D-dont look at me like that..." Taylor shyly looked away. Rubbing his forearm, which seemed to be a way to show that he was embarrassed. "No-no it's fine. I'm the reason your late anyways..." You quieted down, feeling even worse about it. "What did you say? I'm sorry I couldn't here you- oh! T-that was rude..." Taylor had somehow accomplished the feat of making himself red at his own words. It was to pure for your devilish eyes.

"Welp, time to get detention on the first day!" You excitedly said as you swung open the door.

Everyone was still talking as you sighed in relief. No one noticed you, wait why the hell did you even swing it open anyways? Taylor seemed to be kinda nervous, more so than ever. Which was more or so like 5-4 minutes ago. "Well care to explain why you two are late?" Taylor flinched at the teachers words. " Hey it's alright. Its very sweet of you to walk with him Y/N. He doesn't seem to have a lot of friends. So thank you." Mis. Uh what was her name? Whatever you'll hear it later. "No problem mam. And I'm also new here!" "Oh that's wonderful! Everyone be nice! And my name is Daki by the way!" Mis. Daki, now you remembered! Taylor was just standing there. Fiddling with his short sleeved button up. "U-uhm we have to sit down now ..." Taylor mumbled. You nodded and said to Daki that class has to start. She then ushered you two away as she was prepping for today's class.

"can you sit with me?.." Taylor said as the two of you got closer to the rows of chairs and music stand's. Taylor sat a bit farther then the other students. But one decided to go and say hi.

"Hello! I'm Kanroji Mitsuri! Nice to meet you, and can i sit with you guys?" The Melon haired girl asked. Also what's with everyone having big titty? Like stop rubbing it in my face. "Sure, Taylor you ok with that?" The shy boy just nodded. Fixing the music board so that it could meet his face. "Welcome to hell!" You joked as you gave the girl a handshake. She giggled, then sat down next to you. Not before saying- yelling sorry to who she was originally sitting with.

"So your new here? That's great, so got any friends yet?" Mitsuri asked. You looked over at Taylor then back at Mitsuri. "Yeah, i thought it was obvious?" You said. You did think of Taylor as a friend. Cause now someone can repremand you for cussing out a teacher. "Oh that's so sweet!" She gushed as she did an overdramatic hand gesture. Like was this gorl on crack? Probably. Knowing this school. But everyone was shut up by the announcements.

"Remember on December 24th all students on the football team are heading over to hati, Also remember to check your passports given by the administration! Have a good day!"

You could hear a few cheers. "Oh, i wish I could travel to there. I've heard it is a beautiful place!" Mitsuri did her thing while you just looked at her. You were about to talk to Taylor but Mis. Daki had decided she was ready for class. "Alrighty! As you know we have a new student here. So we're gonna be looking at great singers from around the world! I know we usually do that on Thursdays but I'd like for Y/N to get used to how we operate in my class" Well I'll be damned, were not just gonna be practicing some random songs!

"Taylor could you please turn off the lights? Oh and Obanai, could you sit at the monitor and skip over adds?" Taylor had gotten up and so did this Obanai guy. You could hear a faint groan of anguish come from the hetorocramia guy. You kinda feel bad."Oh! I should introduce you to him! He's a great friend!" Mitsuri said while she wrapped an arm around yours. "Heh sure." You then got your arm out of her death grip. Then decided to look around, noticing instrument cases in a hallway to your left. There was also a silencing room. Oh so band is also here? That checks another thing off of your list of 'finding the room'.

Then the lights went out except for one as Taylor returned. Fiddling with his shirt again. But as you were yet again foiled by Mitsuri pulling you close to her. "Hey, isn't Taylor cute? Just look at him! C'mon tell me!" She whispered. You gave her the infamous , the rock eyebrow raise. She just giggled. "He's, nice-""No not that! Like do you find him cute?", She persisted. "Uhm yeah? I mean he's a good person to hang around?" Mitsuri seemed satisfied as she let you go. 'Aww! Y/N so cute!' She thought to herself. The blush being concealed by the dark room.

Then Britain's got talent started to play. You almost bursted out laughing. But had successfully concealed the demons. Taylor seemed to be watching it intently. Maybe he's a music fanatic? I mean you were so-

As the contestant started singing after a very sad backstory, it was beautiful! "Omg, i can't believe that her pet bitch ass dog died to a plane crashing through their house! Now they're homeless!" You internally cried as Mitsuri yet again for the fourth time gushed on how 'cute' you were. Heavy quotation's. "Well it's common that most singers do have bad upbringings or something bad happened in their life. 1/3 singers or music artist to be exact." Taylor quipped. Damn he knew a lot. But no one can beat you in song remembering. And as the song finished Mitsuri was practically in tears. "That song was so beautiful! So full of love!" She cried. Its a song sure you've cried to them at 2:59 in the morning but that doesn't count.

Then an add started to play, well damn this is gonna take forever-

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And once the 45 minute long video ended the release bell had blown everyone's eardrums out.

You could just hear the groans of pain.

"Aww! We were gonna do solo's, but oh well! Everyone have a good rest of the day!" Mis. Daki said, waving at the students. "Well i just dodged a bullet there..." You whispered as you felt Taylor tap your shoulder. "Uhm can i see your schedule please? I just w-wanna see if we share anymore classes..." He shyly mumbled, but you heard him and gave him a smile. "Of course homie! Here!" You said as you passed it to him. He smiled then looked through it. "Ooh ooh! Me too I wana see!" Mitsuri asked excitedly. She kinda reminded you of that Renbozo guy. You know what your calling him that from now on.

Mitsuri then scared the shit outta Taylor by leaning over him to see as well... More like looking around cause Taylor was maybe 6'6 or something. If it turns out your right you're gonna go buy some lottery tickets then get murdered by an immediate family member if you win.

"YES! We have language arts together! Thats awesome as me and Obanai also have that!" Mitsuri then gave you a crushing hug. You just vibed with it, untill Taylor coughed into his hand. "M-mitsuri, she might be uncomfortable..." How thoughtful my giant gentleman beef wall. "Oh dear! Sorry if I made you uncomfortable!" Mitsuri immediately let go as she packed up her things. You then stood up, Taylor fallowing as the two of you started to leave after Mitsuri ran over to Obanai- you think, wait did he have a snake? That's rad. Maybe you can bring jimmy?

"Y/N wait!" Mis. Daki had said as you passed the round desk she stood at. A whiteboard behind it with familiar notes on it. "Heres your choir handbook. It has everything were gonna be practicing besides the music were gonna be doing for plays! That's one thing you all can vote on actually! Oh I'm rambling on now go!" She said as she handed you the book. You thanked her and walked out, Taylor then spoke up.

"We have cooking and gym together." He said as he gave you back you're schedule. "Thats awesome! So see you then!" You said as you waved at him as you walked away.

Taylor giving you a small smile as you walked away and to the hell that is- Math! Ba dum Tish!

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Taisho Secrets ! (Hahah get surprised >;)

Taylor is my favorite character ive made! (Except Hantei bc that man i have in my heart )

Rengoku halfway through his conversation had randomly started to cough a lot. Because he didn't stop to breath literally.

Obanai was glaring at you the entire time. (Mitsuri simp)

Yes i remember these were a thing

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Yay- time to copy and past until chapter 3 :')

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Mystery of Love | Part 3/7 | 3K | Mature

Title: Mystery of Love

Fandom: Narcos 

Pairing: Javier Pena / Reader

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 3K

Warning: A touch of smut but mostly just implied. No real warnings this chapter is just going to hurt like a bitch lol

A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't update last month! School was so crazy and I just found this chapter so hard to write! So please forgive me, and I hope to get back to my original updating schedule! I love you all! Pls have this moodboard as an apology! Lol 

Everything in italics is a flashback. I'm too lazy to figure out how old Olivia is, so for this fic let's pretend she's old enough to talk, but young enough that she doesn't talk much, very monosyllabic lol. Also IMO ‘call me by your name’ is very problematic and overall terrible… but the chokehold this song has on me lol

Finally pls check out Nat’s amazing Fic Rec List (she added ‘Its Not Easy’ ❤) and message me if you want to be tagged in future updates!!!

Mystery of Love By Sufjan Stevens

Masterlist | Chapter 2 - Chapter 4 | Ao3

The morning came sooner than your foggy brain was ready for. The sun seeped through your curtains and eyelids, waking you up to a painful throbbed in your head. Slowly you realize the once lovely warm sun had now made your face hot and sticky. Eventually, rolling out of bed, you close the curtains completely and make your way to the kitchen, with your hand shielding your sensitive eyes. Arriving in the kitchen, you head to the fridge and grab a water bottle. You first take the cold water bottle and place it against your throbbing forehead, eventually opening and downing half of it with some painkillers. Leaning against the counter, you slowly survey your kitchen and living room; small things littered the table, counter and floor. After last night you were done with Javier and everything that reminded you of him, he had moved on, and it was time for you to do the same.

Slowly your brain eventually stopped throbbing, and you made your way back to your room and started to search the bottom of your closet. “Got it!” Tossing things aside, you pull out an old ratty gym bag with embroidery-stitched across the side, ‘Laredo Eagles.’ Seeing this crumpled-up duffle, you start to think about the first time you saw it.

Javi was stuck on some stakeout and wouldn’t be home for hours, but something about this one felt different. You know Javi’s job tended to be dangerous, but you had this unnerving feeling in your stomach that something wasn't right.

It started shortly after Javi called to tell you about the stakeout and told you to just go to bed and not wait up, but once he hung up, you knew there wasn't any chance you were falling asleep tonight. You tried to keep yourself busy, but at this point, you had cleaned your entire apartment twice and were running out of things to do. Eventually, you had a drink on the couch in hopes of calming your nerves. Your thoughts began to wander, ‘I hope he's okay? I hope he doesn't run in by himself? Gawd, I hope Steve’s got his back. What would I do if he didn't come home?’. While your mind wandered wildly, the sun had long since set, and the ice in your drink had melted. All without you realizing how much time had passed. The jingle of keys and the door opening and closing had no effect on you, but the heavy duffle bag being dropped on the floor was finally what woke you from your thoughts.

“Javi?”

“Jesucristo!” Jumped wasn't the right word, but Javi was definitely startled by the disembodied voice in the dark.

Walking over to a lamp, he turned it on, and both of you wince at the sudden bright light. You couldn't see his face, just his dark silhouette as he stood in front.

“What are you still doing up? I told you to go to bed.”

Standing up, you walk over to him. As you say, “I was worried about you.” you reach out to cup his cheek, but he flinches away. For a single second, you feel hurt that he pulled away from you, but as his face moves into the light, you see the start of a black eye, a busted lip and a cut on his forehead.

You give a small gasp. “What happened, Javi?” Stepping forward, you brush his dark curls away from the dried blood on his forehead and look him in the eyes. This time Javi makes no effort to try and move away from you; in fact, he steps forward and puts his face on your shoulder. After a few silent moments, Javi finally mumbles, “It's 4am. Why aren't you asleep?”

“Why am I still awake? Because I was worried about you stupid!”

This makes Javi chuckle slightly.

“What was your plan? Just come to bed and hope I don't notice the black eye in the morning?

Javi gave a weak shrug, with his face still rested on your shoulder.

“I was going to clean it first... then go to bed.”

Though his eyes were closed, you knew he could tell you were shaking your head disapprovingly and rolling your eyes.

“With what? I've got nothing that could help here, other than some pain killers?”

“I grabbed some stuff from the embassy. It’s in my duffle.”

After a deep breath, you very lightly push him off of you and head to the kitchen. Pulling out a kitchen chair, you tell Javi, “Grab your duffle and sit down.” With no argument from him, he heads back to the door, grabs the bag, places it on the kitchen table and sits down. Opening the bag, it smells powerfully like his cologne, but underneath, it still has a vague smell of a sweaty locker room. Looking around, you find the medical supplies loosely tossed in the bag and slowly set everything up on the table.

As you open an alcoholic swap, Javi starts to protest, “You don't have t-” but you quickly ‘hush’ him and give him a light kiss on the corner of his lips, making sure to avoid the busted part.

Eventually, you had everything cleaned and bandaged. As you looked over his face, you suddenly realized, “Oh and ice for your eye!”

Quickly you turn around towards the fridge, but suddenly you feel a grip around your wrist, and you're pulled the other way. Javi was now standing, and you were pressed against his chest. His lips were suddenly on yours and kissing you passionately. You let yourself initially melt into him before your brain suddenly pushes him away.

“Javi! I don't want to hurt you!”

Sitting back down on the chair, he pulls you onto him. Straddling him now, he starts to kiss up your neck, his scruff tickling you as he goes, his hands grab onto your ass, and with a deep growl, he replies, “You could never hurt me.”

Standing up, you try and shake off his phantom touch that travelled across your body.

Walking over to your dresser, you open the drawer that Javier swore he didn't need but was still full of his clothes. Carefully keeping each shirt and pair of pants folded, you gently place each in the duffle. After more than a dozen pieces of clothing, the process became automatic, leaving you to feel nearly numb to the soft shirt that used to give you so much comfort.

Javi walked into your apartment early one Saturday morning and flopped onto your couch, groaning loud enough for you to hear him from the kitchen. Peaking your head out, you see his hands rubbing his eyes in frustration as his head leaned back against the couch.

"What's wrong?"

Without opening his eyes or missing a beat, he starts yelling about something that happened in a meeting this morning. He spoke so quickly, and with such passion, he seamlessly switched between English and Spanish. You didn't know nearly as much Spanish as Javi, but you could tell his vocabulary was getting more colourful with each word.

Coffee mugs in both hands, you head to the living room, where Javi was still yelling. Carefully you place the coffee down, sit beside him and stretch your legs across his lap. And as seamlessly as his speech, his hands land on your legs and start to softly caress. It takes a minute for his brain to catch up with his hands, slowly his word slow, and lose passion. He finally opens his eyes and sees you in one of his shirts… without pants. Shifting your body slightly, you innocently move to show that pants aren't the only thing you're not wearing.

Javi’s eyes raked over you. “How is it that you look so much better in my clothes than I do?”

Giving him a quick smirk, you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. As Javi starts to lean forward to kiss you and probably ravish your body, you hear the toaster pop, and you quickly stand up and head back to the kitchen. Watching you leave, Javi groans and dramatically slumps back against the couch.

Peeking into the living room, you see Javi’s eyes once again closed, and you think it's time to have some fun. Silently you pull his shirt off your body and toss it on his face. You turn away from him and saunter towards the bedroom, making sure Javi can see every single part of your body. Without turning around, you call out to him, “I think breakfast can wait.” Before you can even make it to the bedroom, you hear Javi jump off the couch and run after you, making you giggle in the process.

Slowly you pick up the last shirt in the drawer and bring it to your nose, smelling him one last time, before placing it with the rest.

Making your way to the bathroom, you see the counter split into two very casually domestic his vs hers sides, both cluttered with toothpastes, deodorants, perfume and cologne. Looking at it, you remember brushing your teeth together, Javi wrapping his arms around you when you applied makeup in the morning, you teasing Javi as he 'trimmed' his poor excuse for a beard. But as you finished clearing his side off, you turned towards the shower, and you can't help but be hit with another memory.

Breathlessly you feel yourself come back into your body. The freezing tiles pressed against your skin, are your only anchor to this world. You can hear Javi talking to you, but his voice feels miles away.

“Are you back, Hermosa? - That good, huh?”

You limply bat your hand at his chest, which only makes Javi’s deep laugh bounce and reverberates off the walls. As his laughter started to subside, you tried to stand up straight, but your limbs wobbled and betrayed you. Javi quickly reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into his body. “Come here.” Gently, Javi washed your hair and body as you leaned against him, still not trusting your wobbly limbs.

Slowly you feel yourself get closer and closer to normal. Lifting your head, you look up at Javi. His eyes fall on you as he continues to shampoo your hair, and he smirks.

“There she is. Chica bonita.”

Even though the shower was hot, you could still feel some heat rise to your cheeks, quickly you buried your face back into his chest to hide your reaction to the silly pet name.

“What we did would make anyone blush, but where you draw the line is ‘Chica Bonita? Interesting." You can feel him shaking his head in disbelief with a hint of laughter.

Feeling safe pressed against his chest, no matter the teasing, you breathed in the sudden floral scent surrounding you. Looking up once again, you see Javi washing his hair with your shampoo. Looking down at you, he cocks his eyebrow. “What? I couldn't reach mine without risking you falling over.”

A smile creeps onto your face as he continues to wash his hair and support your body with his. You nuzzle your face into his chest, trying to hide your growing smile. The idea that he would leave your apartment smelling like you ignited something almost primal in you. With a new sense of desire, you push off against Javi and passionately kiss him without even thinking. Thankfully your once jello-filled legs don't betray you, and you only pull away once you're breathless.

Javi practically begged for more once your lips left his, but mirroring his previously cocky attitude, you lazily stroked him a few times as you whispered in his ear “later.” Trying not to laugh, you promptly get out of the shower and leave Javi alone in what you can only assume to be mild distress.

Similar to the water, the memory and subsequent feelings washed over you, but now, instead, you only felt cold. Placing his few shower products in the bag, you leave and make your way to the living room. Your eyes lazily scan your living room, looking for anything of Javier's. You grab his iconic yellow-tinted glasses from the bookshelf and any other odds and ends that held any memory connected to Javier. Feeling satisfied with the living room, you turn around, only to find a tiny little orange octopus named Ollie.

"All I'm saying is Ollie the octopus. Isn't that original." Javi states as he shrugs and sarcastically rolls his eyes.

"She's just a baby, Javi!" Chuckling, as you bounce Olivia on your hip and tease her with 'kisses' from Ollie. The louder she squeals and squirms, the more you attack her with Ollie kisses.

"Well, It doesn't matter! I think that Ollie is a cute name! - Right, Olivia?" You remark over-enthusiastically.

Although she could talk, she only happily nodded her head, showing her agreement to her choice of name.

Javi shrugged his shoulders in defeat before starting to turn towards the kitchen. Though before he could, Olivia's arms were outstretched, doing her grabby hands at him.

Although Javi swore up and down he hated kids, and kids hated him, Olivia was the one outlier. Maybe it was the frequency he was over at the Murphys home, or maybe Olivia just had a soft spot for grumpy DEA agents, but whatever it was, Javi always tried to hide how much he loved her.

As if there was more than just you watching, Javi begrudgingly walked over and took Olivia (and Ollie) from your arms. Instantly she cuddled in, rested her head in the crook of his neck and started to quietly hum.

You had recently noticed her habit of humming into people’s necks as if she was a kitten purring in happiness. However, even with your best efforts (including your purchase of Ollie), you had not been bestowed the honour of her happy hum. The only people who held that honour were Connie, Steve… and Javi.

You loved that little girl, but you couldn't help but get a little jealous that Javi ‘I hate kids’ Pena and her had such a connection.

Trying to hide the hints of jealousy, you casually ask, “Do you know when the Murphys are getting home from their date?”

Turning from his mundane task, gently bouncing Olivia in his arms, he gazes almost through you, revealing why you're really answering, but then slyly asks, “Why, Jealous?”

Rolling your eyes at his very evident taunt, you try to show it had no effect on you, but eventually, you give in. “I'm just saying! I'M the one who bought her Ollie! Why doesn't she love me?”

Javi walks back to you and gives you a kiss on your forehead. Thinking Olivia had brought out a soft, comforting side of Javi today, you look up at him to only be met with a smirk you've seen countless times before.

“What can I say? I'm popular with the ladies.”

Shaken out of your memory, you hear your landline ringing. Your attention quickly moves from the soft octopus in your hand to the landline hanging on the wall. Although you were unsure who would be calling you this early in the morning, you answered tentatively.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank God! You got home safe! I was so worried about you!"

"Amy?"

“Who else would be calling you this early on a Saturday morning?”

Silently you think and agree with her statement, giving small nods.

“Well, I'm happy you got home safe. I was kicking myself, worrying if something happened to you because I didn't leave with you. - Remind me not to take club recommendations from people at work.”

You could practically hear Amy's eye roll from the other side of the phone.

Though it was early it was nice to finally have a friend to talk to and get out of your own head. You didn't know how to keep Amy on the phone, so you blurted out the first question that came to mind. “Who recommended the club?”

“Oh, one of the other office girls. What's her name?” You could hear Amy snapping her fingers, trying to remember the mystery woman's name. “She's always got those long bright red nails?”

You run through all the desks in your brain trying to remember red nails clicking on a keyboard, and after a few beats, you land on a desk. “Janice?”

“Janice! Yep, that's it! She heard us talking about going out, and she recommended Atmósfera, saying she and her boyfriend always go there.”

“Well, I guess we'll know for next time.” You chuckled lightly.

“Next time?” Her question was filled with more excitement and anticipation than actual curiosity.

“Yes, next time.”

Amy gave out a loud squeal that was so loud you had to pull the receiver away from your ear in hopes of keeping any of your hearing. When Amy first invited you out, you didn't think you were ready. Ready for partying, friends, to move on, but today’s a new day, and you're ready!

Finishing what you can only assume to be dancing, Amy returned to the phone and asked if you wanted to go for breakfast and spend Saturday together. Most Saturdays before, you would have spent it with Javi, but you weren't going to let this new friendship go so easily. After some further discussion, the two of you decide that she will pick you up in an hour. Realizing you had continued to talk in your designated hour to get ready, you both eventually hang up, and you quickly head to your room to get dressed.

Standing at your front door, with the duffle bag over your shoulder, ready for breakfast, you look at your now cleansed apartment and feel lighter, no longer suffocating in the man you once loved.

It had been weeks since you had walked down the hall towards Javier's apartment. As you walked it started to feel like the hallway was never-ending, but eventually, you arrived at his door and knocked. Instinctively you can tell the footstep coming toward you are his. As the steps got closer, you carelessly dropped his bag with his keys on top, turned your back towards his door and made your way to Amy, who should be waiting outside. As you walked away, you heard his door open, yesterday you would have turned back to catch even a glimpse of Javier, but today, that didn't matter. He didn't matter. Not anymore.

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[monstas1ut2]

1/3 (Eren Yeager)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Bitches is my sons, that's why I be like, "Chile"

Chile, chile, chile, chile, ch-i-i-i-chile

At the lowest volume, Nicki was spitting bars. The LED lights on the brightest red there's to come as the window was covered with black out curtains. It happened to be bright outside but who opens their curtains at 8 am in the morning..? People who are productive and that's not you.

"Don't spend hours in there, brat."

A pout came onto your face, almost sucking your teeth... it wasn't going to be long until you were finished. Nonetheless though, your father always thinks you take hours to get ready to go somewhere.

"Im not ,daddy... Ion even wear makeup no more.. so it won't take long.."

Leaning towards the mirror, and pressing the lipgloss tip against your soft lips, your thoughts came around to your father.

Levi Ackerman, he's a short male who is quite intimidating, he IS intimidating. Despite his height, he's always winning a battle, whether it's verbal or physical. Which is why you always fail to win an argument against him. This was noticeable when you moved to his house ten months ago.

Before living with Levi, you were living with Hange.

Hange co-parents with Levi, the two were never together but they kept you happy and they are both Mom and Dad to you. The two are so different though. Hange would let you skip school, get ready late, almost everything in the book. She had to stop you from getting a sugar daddy though-

Levi is strict, he doesn't want anyone or thing touching his pretty Princess. Yes you're not biologically his but he still is your father, the only one you'd ever had. He taught you things, showed you the great life. He tried to get you to speak a bit more proper but he just stopped, oddly enough, he wanted you to embrace everything you had to offer.

It was a pain learning about your background, Hange was bad at doing anything for you as well. In result of this, your hair has dreads. Watching YouTube videos was Levi's new thing when you were younger. He managed to skillfully put dreads in your hair and... now they look quite amazing. Very long and pretty on you.

That's something you embrace, those pretty dreads. Knowing that your father put them in first , is one reason as to never take them out.

"I'm done, and, Mom said stop ignorin her... she wanna have a picture of me.. since it's my last year I guess.. ion know.. but she blowin up my phone.."

A bit of a smile casting on your brown skinned face. Fiddling with the phone in your hand. Today you were wearing a Jean like skirt and a black top to go with. Your med-long nails being a mix of white and gold, it complimented the melanin of your skin.

Levi glared at his phone that was vibrating on the nearest table and he'd sighed inwardly. Hange was so excited for your last year, while Levi was not. He also hates the fact that you are now going to the same school that he works at... the only bad thing being... the men there are complete perverts and prudes.

"Tell that bratty friend of yours to do it-"

"Connie isn't a brat, he just a lil mental..."

A lot of bald guys seemed to be mental, or is that just... stereotypical to say? Eh, either way, your Connie was mental. The guy was hilarious, he always knows how to put a smile on your face. Even though you two used to be fairly seperated. You now go to his school so at least you'll have one friend to lean on.

"dad, can you at least be happy for me...? It's my last year of school, not my last year of me bein in ya house.. cuz ion know how to cook... or do adult stuff.." a sheepish smile came upon your face, just staring at your father who happened to be suppressing a smile. He eventually did not though, but... you are the only person who can make him smile..

"I know, you burned down a kitchen before.." An evil smirk cascaded on his pale face. He knew that would hit you where it hurts, considering you were now silent but squinting your eyes playfully. It definitely wasn't Levi's kitchen, it was Hange's kitchen.. she had to get it remodeled.

Honestly, Levi liked that you couldn't cook, that way, douche bag men will stay away from you and it'll prevent them from making you barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen... he overthinks okay?

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Gripping your wrist ever so tightly, the two of you were walking towards the huge school. It was more of a modern taste, probably because the school was built only 6 years ago. The scale of the school had caused your body to overheat from anxiety. So actually, Levi was pulling you towards the school, no effort needed.

Once that door was open, it was all over. The main entrance had a pretty scenery. It was pictures and everything, though something that was odd was that black people were limited, looked like-

Okay okay, you're overthinking, but this school really doesn't have black people. If they do, they are in sports... which is why there was a man constantly talking on and on about female's basketball team...

You have to admit, you are a stallion.

"She doesn't want to be on the team... Shadis... stop yelling in her face.."

A bit of a concerned smile came upon your face as you glanced towards your father. Who only gave a soft look towards you. Levi may be insensitive at times but when it comes to you being nervous.. he's there.

"Where the hell is the principle..." Levi grumbled under his breath, he was quite late for his class.. but he had to make sure you were going to be fine.. like the worried father he is.

And Like on cue, a fine.. smexy blonde man came from the back door of the front office.. oooh.

His eyebrows were thick and he had this smile on his face. Like he knew who you were, though at the same time he probably already did. This man was in pictures at home, Levi knew him personally.

Apparently this man changed your diaper when you were little too.. so.. low chance of him seeing you any different..

Principal Smith... oohhh

"Levi, I told you yesterday, she'll be fine in my hands.. I can make sure she gets to every class. I'll also make sure nobody messes with her.." Erwin hummed out, knowing these words that came from Levi last week. His voice was deep and sincere, his pretty blue eyes glancing you over.. gawd oh mighty.

"And?" Levi's eyes squinted hard, his face quite serious about the last statement that Erwin seemed to pass by... or forgotten.. Man, someone would think Levi is the principal... and not Erwin.

"I'll make sure Yeager stays away from her.."

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The bell had rung oh so suddenly, the anxiety in you causing you to need to go to the bathroom but... your ancestors had to come down.

They whispered into your ear and explained that you are the baddest bitch in the world. Nobody can take that away from you, nor can the stupid anxiety.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n)... "

The baddest bitch with anxiety...

Every single eye was on you, in front of the class... it was obvious that most were just curious about you, mixed with shocked. When they heard the other day about getting a new student, they figured that it'll be someone... like them. At the same time though.. they could get used to the.. balance of the room.

The window across the room was beaming on your brown skin and it happened to make you look like a goddess. Your lipgloss sparkling as you glanced around, a soft smile on your face. Honestly, that only happened because of the fact that.. your bald friend was waving to you..

Connie...

The other day, a deal was made... Between you and your father. Who is also now your teacher for first period.

The deal was, you clean your room spotless and you get to sit next to Connie in class. Guess who succeeded?...

Your arms wrapped around male as he was blushing a tad. Being almost manhandled by you was everyone's dream at the moment. Especially a male who was behind you and Connie's table. He had this cool haircut, his face was long too but it fit his features.

"Why is she hugging the egg..."

"Jean you're just jealous.." the person who said this happened to be playing with their pencil. She had black hair and.. freckles.. it was cute. She looked mean though.

"Okay and..?"

Connie then began to of course, show off his best friend.. who happened to be you. Apparently what happened was that he told everyone about you one day. Nobody believed him, and Jean being the asshole he is.., he wanted answers so he -reluctantly- asked Levi if he had a daughter...

They weren't expecting someone like you...

Nor was.. this brown haired male who had his eye on you ever since you came in. His intimidating... blue, greenish looking eyes.. it's not something you failed to realize... but at the same time, you could feel your father's eyes as well.

"That's Eren over there, by Armin and Mikasa... he's a little coo-coo... so just talk to Armin and Mikasa.. then that's Bert , Annie, and Reiner, and Ymir, Jean, Sasha is the one eating and Historia.."

Honestly, you were never one to listen to someone when they say don't do something... Connie said don't talk to Eren... but some how... with the fluttering of your eyelashes.. you gave the long haired boy a wink. The wink sending him a burst of confidence that he already had..

it just got worse..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[stcveskent]

WARNINGS: angst, fluff at the end <3

What happenes when you build up courage to confess to  Steve Rogers that You're in love with him? He rejects. You've been in love with him for 4 entire years and he just says,"Y/n- i', We can't." And Why? Because you and him are collegues. This happened 2 weeks ago. And you started distancing yourself from everyone. Nat tried to talk, Wanda tried even Carol did, but you didn't wanted to.

The club or the bar specifically, has been your favourite place since the past 2 weeks. The only thing you've been doing is drinking. Worry is the only thing that covers Steve. He was worried alot, because He too have loved you since the past 4 years. But said 'no' because he cared for you.

"Steve?" Nat called him.

"Yes?" He asked coming out of his thoughts.

"What happened between you two?" She asked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Y/n. What happened between you two?"

"Nothing did."

"You're a bad liar, you know that right?"

"Ugh! Fine! She said she loves me." He said.

"And what did you say?" She said sitting infront of him while putting her legs on the table knowing, this is gonna be a long story and a long,long,long lecture.

"I said that we can't be together?" He replies as he sips  a bit water.

"Are you kidding me? Steve, you've loved her since the past 4 years. Suddenly you just want to throw your feelings and reject her?"

"You think I've been happy after that? No way. Of course I love her, ofcourse she does too but what happens when anything happens to her all because of whom? Me! Because I'm Captain America, There are alot of enemies who wants me dead on any way, whether its in emotional way or physical way. It sucks! She means the world to me and I'm not ready to lose her for what I am." He finsihes and sighs.

Natasha looks at him, Nat and him had a very close, sibling like relationship. He shared to her, his deepest and  sadest secrets to which she always kept to her. When Yelena was found, It was Steve who hepped Nat with her Emotional situations. Never in the world they've thought they'd get this friendship.

Natasha sighs and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Steve, You know, she's an avenger too, and she's capable of saving herself, maybe try to understand what she's trying to say. She wants you as much as you want her. Think of it and go to her if you think I'm right, if not then its your choice, besides Y/n is like my sister. I can't see her miserable, she's been very upset and I haven't seen her in the past two weeks."

"I'll think about it, Nat. Thank you." He says and hugs her.

"I'll see you later, Now, I have to go to my boyfriend."

"Sure! Have a great night." He smilled

After thinking of the good times you and Steve had, it was your call on his phone.

"Hello?" He said.

"Heyyyy Stevie- Oh sorry, Captain- oh ma gawd, What - hehehe." You slurred from the other side and Steve was worried.

"Y/n? Where are you? Have you been drinking?" He asked

" Yes I'm drinking why do you care and I'm somewhere where I can enjoy drinking. Hehehe" you laughed.

"That's it! Tell me where you are now! I'm coming right away."

"God! Captain! You're so bossy. Always comes closer and then throw me and you don't even know how hard it hurts to be thrown away from the person you've loved since 4 oh-four yearss." You stuttered. Being drunk has its own perks. the thoughts that had been inside you for years were out now.

"Y/n? Stay wherever you are."

"Ugh okay okay."

Thank god, you're mobile's gps has been working which he traced where were you.

The bar was being cold.

A guy started hitting on you and you being drunk made it even worse.

"Hey baby, wanna come home with me?"

"Nooo pleaseee stayyy awaayyyyy" You said. Each syllable expressed longer. You stumbled and then the guy caught you.

"No no! Movee!" You said and he caught you tight.

"Go awayyy-" and Steve entered

"SHE SAID MOVE!" and he pushed him away.

"Steve? Oh Steveeee?" You looked at him and then you puked turning away.

"Don't look at me, Steve." You said and he gave you his  napkin

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Oh god, you're spinning."

"Really?" He asked as you were in his arms and he held you tight.

"I think I'm gonna faint."

"Now?" He asked and then you fell on him.

He drove you and himself to his apartment. He knew where you lived,but didn't wanted you to be alone. Your eyes closed and he held your hand. You were so drunk and you knew the hangover was gonna happen.

He picked you up in his arms and walked to his bedroom. His eyes went to your clothes, covered in vomit.

He took your shirt off, and then he put on his shirt on you which was too large for you.

He laid you on his bed and you looked peaceful. He laid next to you and cuddled with you just like how you both did before you confessed your love for him and he rejected.

"I'm sorry, you're all here because of me, love." He said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

He doze off to sleep next to you,holding you in his arms as he wished this moment always lasted and if you were in your senses, you would've wished that too.

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The sunlight crept through the windows through the beige curtains which Steve adored reaching your eyes as you groaned at the feeling of headache starting to occur. Steve have left for his run early and had returned home and was making some breakfast for you both.

You opened your eyes and looked around and sat up.

You thought maybe a stranger have brought you home.

Then suddenly, A Shirtless Steve entered the bedroom and looked at you.

"Oh You're up already. Good Morning." He sent a smile to you.

"Why am I here?" You snapped.

"Try recalling things." He said as he took a shirt from his drawer and pulled it down. His back muscles flexed and you were practically drooling at the sight of him. Your eyes went to yourself in the mirror placed right in front of you. You were not in your clothes. You were in his Shirt, which was too large for your body

"Wait- Did you undress me?"

"Not by choice."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked and glarred.

"Did you take the pills?" He asked

"Which Pills- God, Did we do it?" You asked

"Oh Dear god, Y/n no! The pills for your headache." He asked smiling.

"Not untill you answer me."

"Okay, fine! Yours were covered in vomit. Why're you so stubborn."

"Less than you."

"You should've get that drunk, y/n. Its not good for you."

"Well, this happened two weeks ago, not my fault." You taunted.

"Look! I'm sorry." He said

"Sorry? For?" You asked looking straight in his eyes.

"Y/n I know ,you're hurt that I didn't accept your feelings. I-i Love you too and Alot from the time I laid eyes on you. But We're Avengers, and many people want me dead. And I can't risk ypur life just because of me."

"Steve.. I-no Please. Look at me." You cupped his face as you stood on your knees on the bed az he sat in front of you, his eyes starring at yours.

"I can take care of myself. I love you alot and I'm sorry that I drink too much and lost myself but trust me, I didn't know what to do.... you were my only before and I was sad that I had no one. Please lets give it a try. Just once... please." You said and he kept his arms around your waist.

"I-, Okay." He said.

"Okay?'

"Okay! We'll do it." He says and a smile occured on your face and in a minute he picked you up in his arms and took you to the kitchen

"Steve!!" You squeled as he picked you like you had no weight.

"What?" He said.

He placed you safely on the kitchen counter and handed yoi the breakfast.

"Before you do anything....Eat!" He said

"Okay!" You say and eat

"This is  amazing Steve!"

"Glad you loved it." He said and smilled.

You pulled his arm and he stumbled and was in front of you.

"I love you, I really really love you."you said as you cupped his face and he held you.

"I love you too, I love you alot." You smilled and just then you kissed him. This was a long waited kiss.

Just seconds later you pulled away, and then he breathed as your foreheads touched.

"Tha-Was the best." He said.

"The best life starts now..." And he smilled and placed a kiss on top of your head.

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hi back again with fluff and angst 🥺 with my baby stevie🤍

[stayevildarling]

How the Sarah Paulson AHS Characters react to reader dying their hair in a vibrant color: (One Shots/Headcanon)

Cordelia Goode: 💛

-All day Cordelia has been pacing back and forth in her office, waiting for you to return home from wherever you are. At first she didn't really notice your absence because she was in her office all day, expecting you to be in the greenhouse or with the girls somewhere but when she couldn't find you in the afternoon she started worrying and calling you. You couldn't pick up the phone however because currently you are hiding in your old room at the academy after one of your genius ideas and spells failed miserably

-All you wanted was to change the color of a rose for Cordelia because you have been watching the other girls all do it before and you wanted to surprise her by learning this spell. What you missed was that on the table where you focused your magic on wasn't just a rose but also a strand of your hair. So instead of only the rose changing into a nice pink color it turned your hair pink as well

-At first you didn't notice until you saw your reflection in one of the big windows of the greenhouse and you have been embarassed about this all day. Instead of talking to anyone about this you decided to just hide in your old room with some books trying to figure out how to reverse this spell and get your natural color back. In the meantime Cordelia double checked around the entire academy and eventually she found a pink rose and pink strands of hair on the table in the greenhouse and she connected the dots after asking Zoe who was last in the greenhouse and her telling the supreme it was you

-Finding you in the end wasn't that hard either because all Delia has to do is close her eyes, imagine you and boom she will be right there, teleported by your side. You were just in the middle of reading your book, sitting on your old bed when Cordelia suddenly appeared. ''Delia'' you squeal and you say ''I hate it when you do that'' but suddenly you remember your hair. Cordelia stands in front of the bed, looking at you with a little smile ''What did you do to your hair sweetheart?'' she questions playfully and you look down feeling embarassed. She approaches the bed and sits at the end of it ''Well I tried to do a spell for you to enchant a rose and I also changed my hair color instead of just the petals'' you say with a frown

-Cordelia just smiles the entire time and shaking her head playfully before saying ''I really like the rose and the pink hair'' and you furrow your eyebrows and look at her ''Really?'' you ask and she nods. ''I could change it back you know'' she says after a few moments of silence and you say ''Really?'' and she nods. ''Can you then because I don't like it'' you say with puppy eyes and Cordelia chuckles and with a flick of her wrist your hair is back to normal. ''Oh thank you Delia'' you say and breathe out feeling relieved that your hair is all back to normal. ''Next time Darling just come to me straight away and I can fix it'' Cordelia scolds a little with a raised eyebrow ''Dinner now?'' you ask feeling hungry from hiding away all day ''Yes sweetheart come on'' Delia chuckles and takes your hand while pulling you into a kiss

-Will never stop joking about the time you tried to enchant a rose and ended up with pink hair, always makes jokes or sometimes playfully threatens to turn your hair pink again when you don't listen to her or you are disobeying

Ally Mayfair-Richards: ❤️

-Your wife is currently preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she hears a loud high pitched scream coming from you in the bathroom. ''Oh my god'' you scream and Ally is quick to drop everything she is doing and run upstairs. As she enters the bathroom she sees you standing by the mirror your hair a bright blue color. ''What have you done?'' Ally asks slightly shocked and you shake your head in disbelief ''Nothing I just washed my hair'' and Ally furrows her eyebrow in confusion before you see a little someone standing by the doorframe giggling

''Oz Mayfair-Richards I swear to god'' you say as you see him and Ally is quick to turn around and look at him. She raises her eyebrow at him and he instantly starts apologizing ''I'm so sorry it was supposed to be a prank for mom''. Ally's jaw drops a little and she huffs ''So this was for me just wait you'' and she chases him across the entire house. You stand in the bathroom unsure what to think of this sudden change in your appearance. After changing your clothes, you walk downstairs to the kitchen only to see Oz sitting by the table with a frown. ''I'm sorry Y/N'' he apologizes again but you just ruffle through his hair and tell him ''Payback just wait buddy'' and he smiles

-Ally walks over to you with the bottle he used ''It's just temporary it should come out in a few washes'' she says relieved and you also feel slightly relieved although part of you actually really likes this color. You take the bottle out of Ally's hand and say ''Come here Oz'' but Ally is quick to chase after you and scold ''Don't you dare put this on his head'' and you argue ''You said it was just temporary, just a few washes'' mocking her words from seconds ago. ''Please mom we can all dye it'' he suggests and you nod your head and both of you and Oz look at Ally full of excitement

-She takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a moment, considering it's the holidays and you all have a few days off she ends up agreeing ''Fine but I will do Oz's hair and my own'' and you and Oz squeal and run to the bathroom, Ally following with a chuckle and shaking her head playfully. The three of you end up with blue temporary hair but you all love it, you take a thousand selfies, Oz doesn't stop talking about it to his friends on the phone and Ally just loves her little adorable family

Wilhemina Venable: 💜

-You walk into Kineros Robotics with your head held high, carrying some lunch for your girlfriend ready to surprise her at work. The last few days she has been so stressed and busy with work that you thought it would be nice to cheer her up a little. You decided to wear her favorite skirt on you, some tights she loves and bring her favorite lunch plus you as dessert if she is up for that.  However the biggest surprise isn't the food, you or you showing up at her work unannounced it's the fact you just came from the hair dressers with your new hair color and Mina's favorite- purple of course

-Already from a few steps away you can hear her typing on her computer and you knock on her door gently. It takes a few moments before she replies ''Come in'' and at first she carries on working on her computer thinking it's her assistant or just someone getting on her nerves again but her jaw drops completely when she sees you and the hair. ''What on earth have you done?'' she asks her jaw still dropped. ''Don't you like it?'' you ask while closing the door and putting her lunch on the table. ''I do but why?'' Wilhemina asks, now a smirk visible on her face

-''Well you have my favorite color as a hair color- red and I thought I could have yours, I could tell you will like it'' you reply with a smirk and Wilhemina looks your body up and down. ''Besides this way everyone knows now that I belong to you'' you say with a smirk. ''Did you lock the door?'' Wilhemina asks while licking her lips ''Always Miss Venable'' you reply and she pulls you closer and sits you on her desk

-Wilhemina will be very shocked at first and unable to even speak about it because the gesture of you dying your hair purple just for her is something so special and no one has ever done anything special for her. Mina being Mina she is a bit awkward but soon enough will fall in love with the idea and your hair. Often strokes it and praises you for picking that color ''Good girl for choosing such a pretty color, little one'' she will say to you

Audrey Tindall: 💚

-You both have been talking about it for a little while now dying your hair in a more brighter color and what you didn't know was that when Audrey left for ''Work'' this morning she actually went to the hairdresser and when you told her you were gonna go to the ''Store'' you actually did the exact same

-Audrey decides for a turquoise color and you go for mint green. Once you both get home that night you stare at each other with the same hilarious expression. ''Oh my gawd you didn't'' Audrey says and you just start bursting out laughing that you both had the same idea, on the same day and even lied to what you are spending your day with and almost the same color

-''I love it'' you tell her as you actually take a proper look at her hair and you stroke through it. ''Yours is amazing too love'' Audrey says and she kisses your head and the two of you being adorable dorks you both walk around with very vibrant colors for a while, getting you strange looks wherever you both go especially when you go somewhere together

Billie Dean Howard: 🖤

-As soon as Billie Dean returns from work tonight she is so excited to see you. She unlocks the door and kicks off her heels while trying to find you. When she sees that you are not in the kitchen she frowns a little. Billie doesn't expect you to be her maid or anything and make her dinner every night but you usually do it so she is a little sad especially because you had messaged her in the morning you will cook for her

-She carries on looking for you and she can't find you anywhere at first. She was about to go back to the kitchen to get her phone and call you, thinking you might have gone somewhere when she hears silent sniffles coming from the bathroom. She instantly walks in there without knocking, worried why her babydoll would be upset. When she walks in however she sees you sitting on the floor with dark dirty green hair. She tries to hold in the chuckle and she kneels down in front of you ''Honey what happened?'' she asks and you try and fight the tears ''I was just trying to dye my hair blonde again and then this happened''

-Billie shakes her head and tuts ''Babydoll I have told you so many times don't use box dye and go to a hair dresser with me'' and you frown. ''I just wanted to surprise you that's all and I couldn't get an appointment anywhere until weeks so yeah'' and you cross your arms. ''Well you definitely have surprised me babydoll'' Billie says with a smirk and she offers her hand to help you up. ''But I'm ugly now'' you frown and Billie lifts up your chin and looks into your eyes ''Kitten you could never be ugly don't say that'' and you simply nod and mumble ''Okay''

-She leads you out of the bathroom and into the living room ''Alright you go ahead and order us some food and I will call Constance I think she has a good hairdresser and she might be able to get us an appointment for tomorrow'' Billie says and you smile, take the phone and thank your girlfriend. ''Thank you Billie'' you say shily and Billie walks off swaying her hips and answering ''Anything for you babydoll'' and you feel all warm and loved that Billie is taking care of you like that. You end up ordering Billie and your usual order and Billie gets you an appointment for the next day

-She takes you there and insists on staying with you and thankfully the hair dressers are able to fix it and you end up with pretty blonde hair. ''So pretty darling'' Billie praises as she takes you back home after paying for your new hair as well. ''Thanks for everything Billie'' you say and give her a kiss on the cheek while she takes you both home ''The green didn't look too bad'' she jokes and you roll your eyes and playfully punch her arm

Sally McKenna: 💙

-Your girlfriend has been waiting for you to return from your appointment all day. You didn't exactly tell her where you are actually going which only caused Sally to be suspicious and just a little jealous and also scared you won't come back due to her abandonment issues. What she didn't know however was that you are sticking to a weird dare that Sally found on social media. The post said ''Your first @ has to dye their hair in a vibrant color'' and of course Sally tagged you but never expected you to go through with it especially because it was a few days ago

-Considering you spent most of your days with Sally and in the hotel you thought why the hell not. So you ended up going to the hairdressers across the street from the hotel and you picked orange. It has always been one of your favorite colors and you just really wanted to go for orange and a short hair cut. As soon as you walk back into the hotel Liz sees you and approaches ''Looking good girl'' she says and you blush a little ''Well Sally is gonna love that pumpkin'' she says with a wink knowing all too well about how Sally always calls you by that pet-name

-You find Sally sitting in a booth by the bar and just drinking something. She sees you and looks away again before realizing you just walked into the bar. She spits her drink out seeing the color and she approaches you. ''What the fuck did you do?'' she asks shocked and you smirk and reply ''The post you tagged me in remember?'' and it takes a few seconds for her to reply ''Pumpkin I didn't think you would actually do that, it's orange'' she says while stroking through it gently ''Oh my god you are actually my little pumpkin now'' she says with soft puppy eyes and your heart melts at her words. She pulls you into a hug before dragging you to the bar to get a drink with her and show everyone your new hair color

-Will take selfies with you and photos of you, showing you off all over social media. She will edit a photo of you with a little pumpkin emoji and post it with the caption ''My little pumpkin'' and the hashtags ''my little pumpkin''  and ''hands off-mine'' Will never shut up about the orange hair and always forces you to get it dyed again once the color starts to fade and you both love it

Lana Winters: 🧡 (AU -now time)

-Your girlfriend is so excited to pick you up for your day together today because she agreed to take you to pride. You both have been preparing for ages, buying matching rainbow outfits, little badges and flags. What she didn't know yet is that she is in for another rainbow surprise as soon as you open the door. When you hear the doorbell you are a bit nervous of her reaction considering you have dyed your hair from your natural color to rainbow color, even though it will be temporary you are still nervous about her reaction

-As soon as you open the door Lana's cute smile turns into her jaw dropping slightly and eyes going wide ''Oh my god'' she chuckles after the initial shock and she asks ''Is that permanent?'' but you quickly reassure her it will wash out in a few days. ''Okay good I love it then'' she says with the most adorable smile and you can't help but smile at how adorable she looks with the rainbow t-shirt, pride pin and little rainbow face paint and her hair in a cute ponytail

-She will take your hand ''Ready sweetie?'' and you will both spend the best day together, dancing with people, singing to the music and enjoying your day at pride. A LOT of people mention and compliment your hair and Lana smiles every single time, proud to be your girlfriend

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