#there was a very weird guy next to me but i was ignoring him until between him and some other guy (it wasnt intentional they weren't trying
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Watch Your Mouth
Dealing with someone talking shit about your man and you stand up for them because you're not about to let someone talk crazy about your man. A/N: I like to imagine this as an office girly scene and you have that one hater ass bitter coworker [Requested by: onliafaze]
Zayne
You could tell you were coming down with a cold and it was going to be a bad one. Zayne just so happened to have the day off and you were struggling to make it through your last shift before your days off. So being the loving boyfriend that he is, he brought you homemade soup and some cold medicine. He even kissed you before leaving not caring that you might get him sick as well. Just another reason to spend the day in bed with you. You sat at your desk with the biggest smile on your face. Suddenly a bitch with a voice like nails on a chalk board decided to insert herself into your bubble.
Hater: If you took better care of yourself your man wouldnât have to waste his time coming all the way here to bring you soup MC: Weren't you sick last month and your man told you he was going to leave until you were healthy again and proceeded to ignore you for a week? Hater: ..... MC: Just because your man doesnât care about you doesnât mean you need to project on me Hater: Iâm not projecting! MC: âŚâŚâŚWhatever helps you sleep at night miss girl
Once you get home to tell Zayne what happened when he left, him being the sensible person that he is, suggests that maybe your coworker was just in a bad mood.
MC: Don't defend her Zayne: Sorry I meant her man hates her MC: Thank you
Rafayel
Rafayel truly had eyes for you and you only. He cared very little for others feelings you were the one and only exception. He also hated to be touched so when your coworker saw you constantly having a hand on him, when he would come by the office, she thought sheâd try her luck. Rafayel immediately looked at her like she smeared the most vile thing known to man on his arm.
Hater: Your man is rude as hell MC: To you. Hater: No heâs just rude MC: To you. Hater: Why just me MC: Youâre weird ⌠who grabs on another woman's man right in front of her? Youâre weird Hater: Youâre rude as hell too you guys are made for each other MC: Cry about it
Rafayel stared at you in admiration while you told him what went down after he left.
Rafayel: Have I ever told you how hot you are when you get serious? MC: Yes all the time
Xavier
âDamn it I left my tea in my carâ You had gotten all the way up to your desk when you realized what you were forgetting. On top of that it was cold so you were dreading having to walk in it again. Maybe you could make a cup in the office kitchen, but they only have sugar and you prefer honey; you prefer your tea. âIâll go grab it for you just stay here and warm upâ Xavier said as he appeared next to you with that soft expression he always has when he looks at you. âThank you Xav youâre so sweetâ You handed him your keys and watched as he quickly made his way out of the office before turning and smiling to yourself.
Hater: What is he a dog? Does he do everything for you? MC: âŚ.. You know if your man hates you just say that Hater: M-my man doesnât hate me w-why would you say that? MC: Look at you stuttering and shit did I hit a nerve? Hater: Whatever MC: Have the day you deserve babes!
Xavier approached you right as your coworker barged past him almost knocking the tea from his hand. He looked back with confusion etched across his face before turning back to you.
Xavier: What happened? MC: She was just admiring the relationship we have Xavier: What really happened? MC: She wanted smoke so I gave her a barbecue
Sylus
Thanks to Sylus wanting to spoil you at all time your office was the most decorated with all new everything and was even professionally designed to be organized and efficient. People loved to come by and admire your office set up. Except for one person who just seems to turn her nose up at you. She pouts for hours on end when Sylus makes his appearance to bring you lunch, flowers or even a âjust becauseâ gift when he wants to see you. You ignored this bitter coworker day in and day out because why would you need the kind of negativity in your life? One day though she finally decided to voice her unwanted opinion to you.
Hater: You only have all of that because your man buys you everything MC: Yea ⌠he does ⌠tell your man to work harder Hater: That is so insensitive what if I'm single? MC: I can see whyâŚ.. Hater: What's that supposed to mean!? MC: You're insufferable I wouldn't date you either
Sylus always found your attitude cute and it was even better when it wasn't directed at him.
Sylus: You said she was insufferable? MC: Somebody had to do it Sylus: and you were the perfect one for the job huh? MC: I was defending you praise me Sylus: I've never been defended before thank you Princess
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads xavier#lads zayne#lads sylus#lnds#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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A good chunk of my dream today was spent on a bus traveling with my dad where after a very long while of being annoyed by an old woman an old classmate whose face and voice i remember but his name i don't encouraged me to tell her, and tell her i did. At first i started speaking formally but by the end I snapped and i was straight up screaming about how she's annoying and i hate to see her face every time i get on this goddamn bus and it was time someone told her these things. There wasn't a reaction from anyone because i was waking up tho so the dream fell apart before my own eyes.
#luly talks#there were also some moments of claustrophobia probably because my horrible anxiety as of lately#first one was after me and my dad tried to skip paying ticket we were forced to go to the corner behind the bus driver seat#between the machine to pay#and wait until the next stop to do so#second time was after i went to sit on the back because the middle had some weird long seats#there was a very weird guy next to me but i was ignoring him until between him and some other guy (it wasnt intentional they weren't trying#to hurt me but they were doing it anyway) i got stuck and i was like begging them to move snd let me go and saying i was stuck#as i tried to squiggle away#i got away from that bug fuckin g BITING them#and finally the last was before i finally snapped where someone screamed something and i looked out of the window and i realized the bus#was going underwater so i grabbed onto this classmate and ducked down not even caring about it being weird#but then it cleared like nothing and due to that stress i just snapped at the woman#who let me give more context: when my dad and i tried to skip paying she started talking shit in that old woman fashion#but then she wouldn't stop complaining about this student who had done a graffiti because apparently the bathrooms were trash#and one of the things i told her is ''you can have us from morning til noon making graffitis and cleaning them up but that won't change#that the bathroom is still shit#also i think she wanted to cause some repercussions for me speaking like that bc she was like DONT YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I WORK AT ...#and i was like No i don't i never heard of it im new im from the city but with the most arrogant tone ever#anyway it was fun
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Pansyâs interrogation
Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle
Weird behaviour and rumours have Pansy asking questions and figuring out who the guys are crushing on.
Warning: Mattheo says a foul thing.
I feel like Iâm spamming tumblr with unasked for ficâs, like Iâm anxious that Iâm bothering everyone, but at the same time: hereâs another unasked for fic. Also, English is not my first language and this is not proofread, so feedback is very welcome.
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Theodore Nott
âRumor has it you are tutoring first years?â Pansy sits down next to Theodore with a cup of tea in her hand, carefully stirring. Theo growls, he knew this was coming, he knew Hogwarts was notoriously fast when it came down to gossip, but it hadnât even been a day. Pansy raises her eyebrows, her way of saying âspill it, I want to knowâ.
âSo?â Theo simply shrugs trying to downplay it and thereby hoping to avoid spilling his hidden agenda.
âNot really your thing, is it Notty-boy?â Pansy playfully ruffles through Theoâs hair. He immediately gets her hand out of his hair and tries to comb it back to its regular mess with his fingers. âIt earns Slytherin points.â Theo finally explains when his hair is remodeled.
âEarning Slytherin points?â The girl huffed, clearly not falling for his excuse. âIf you really cared about our house points you would start attending class, stop doing drugs and getting caught, and you would keep Riddle out of fights instead of getting him into more fights.â
Theodore frowned and forced his lips into a line. âKeep Riddle out of fights, who do you think I am, the pope?!â Pansy shakes her head. âDonât try to change the subject.â
Theo looks away and feels saved when he sees Draco approaching them with his usual dramatic walk. He should be enough distraction for Pansy. âTheo, I heard youâre tutoring first years?â Right. How could I forget, heâs Hogwarts' second biggest gossip.
Enzo joins the group now that the entire common room knows Theo is a tutor thanks to Draco. âReally?â Enzo quips and Theodore simply nods. â(Y/n) must be so pleased that youâre helping out with her tutoring project. She had trouble finding capable and willing volunteers.â
Draco huffs at Enzoâs oblivious reaction. âTheo is so whipped for (y/n).â Pansy mouths an OMG at Theo who immediately realizes he will never hear the end of this.
Suddenly Blaise and Mattheo arrive. âMate, you tutoring first years?â Mattheo asks, ignoring everyone else and with a very confused expression. Theo sighs and lets himself sink in the sofa, wishing it would swallow him. âIf youâre tutoring? Why donât you help me?â Blaise adds a little offended.
âApparently, Theo is only doing this to earn points⌠with (y/n).â Pansy explains with an unmistakable grin on her face. Theodore rolls his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a moment. I need a smoke. And new friends.
Mattheo Riddle
Pansy flops down next to Mattheo who up until then was enjoying his quiet time lounging on his favorite couch in the Slytherin common room. Mattheo doesnât recognise Pansyâs presence and simply continues reading his book.
Pansyâs smirk grows wide, sheâas already enjoying herself and she hasnât even started interrogating her victim yet. She turns herself to face Mattheoâs side and dominantly places her arm on the back of the couch behind him. Now heâs closed in the game begins.
âI hear itâs been a while since youâve had a shag?â Annoyance fills Mattheoâs eyes as he stops reading just to stare in front of him.
âIâm assuming everything *pansy gestures to everything between his legs* is still working fine. So⌠No luck on the market ?â Mattheoâs eyes roll to the corner of his eyes to stare at Pansy.
âPans, donât.â Mattheo returns his gaze back to his book.
âYou must get frustrated? Getting no release.â A heavy breath leaves Mattheoâs chest. He really didnât like it when Pansy played her games.
âOh, but he has plenty of Willing Witches magazines. He gets by.â Blaise jumps to take a seat on the couch opposite of Mattheo and Pansy, spreading his arms to take up the whole couch. Mattheoâs jaw clenches clearly not amused by his friend's humor. When Pansy giggles, Mattheo canât help but feel exposed and blush a little.
âWhy do you care?â Mattheo finally breaks, giving Pansy his full attention.
âI want to know why youâve been playing boring at every single party for the last few months. Girls talk, you know.â Mattheo rolls his eyes. âGirls talk? Wow, thatâs news.â His sarcasm had a poisonous undertone.
âIf the guy wants to be on his best behavior, let him, Pans.â Blaise cuts in, attempting to get Pansy off Mattheoâs case.
âWhy? Why are you suddenly done with manwhoring about?â As every part of Mattheoâs body tensed, Pansy threw a quick glance over to Blaise to affirm her suspicion: she was onto something.
Acting quick and avoiding a witty or snappy comeback from Mattheo, Pansy moved a little closer to Mattheo. She let her head fall to the side and put up an innocent face. âAre you trying to impress someone?â Mattheoâs dark eyes shot at hers. âAh, that also explains why youâve been attending classes more often.â She added enjoying how the puzzle pieces were falling together. âAnd, itâs been a while since youâve had detention for fighting. Oh please, donât tell me, are you trying to convince (y/n) that youâre a good boy?!â
As soon as Mattheo heard your name his face went from cold and annoyed to shocked and horrified. It lasted only for a second, his dead eyes were even more furious than before. âPansy. If it ainât for sucking dick then I advise you keep your mouth shut. Now, go bother someone else.â
Pansy was used to harsh language, but Mattheoâs denigrating tone made her tense. âI wonder what (y/n) will think about your foul mouth.â Pansy got up, pleased now that she knew what made Mattheo tick. Mattheo on the hand was frustrated that he led himself get played by Pansyâs games like this.
#slytherin#slytherin boys#theodore nott#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#mattheo riddle imagine#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle#pansy parkinson#papercorgiworldwritings
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Frozen Fingertips [2/2] (Ghost x GN!Reader)
ghost masterlist - part one
Summary: Ghost struggles to keep you alive through these harsh times.
A/N: Iâm so glad you guys enjoyed part one!! i did not shrink the font of this one because i realized that it may strain some peoplesâ eyes. this is not as angsty as i wished it to be, and it isnât as long as i hoped. i apologize. tbh i donât like this, but i hope yâall enjoy
[WARNINGS: Descriptions of developing hypothermia and frost bite, delirium, near-death experience(s), angst to fluff.]
THE BLIZZARD WAS not stopping and it didnât show signs of stopping any time soon, which honestly terrifies Ghost because of your awful condition. Despite his previous efforts, you quickly slipped back into a delirious state of developing hypothermiaâa state you werenât completely aware of, but you knew something was wrong. You could vaguely acknowledge the way that you were fading in and out wasnât normal, but it wasnât like you could do anything about it. What you hated was the painful tingling and the weird.. harsh cold entering your lungs every time you took a deep breath. Youâre so warm, yet your lungs burn cold.
You only saw times in glimpsesâwhat you thought was likely a matter of hours, expanded across a matter of a few days. The harsh blizzard was unwavering, itâs snow falling from the sky harshly messing with the radio signals. Ghost would sit by the window with his personal radio on his vest, along with the emergency signal radio he had stowed in his pack. He would get small glimpses of other peoples voicesâPriceâs would come through occasionally, luckily long enough for Ghost to update him about their situation and their whereabouts, your condition; but Ghost was never able to provide an update about an exact location. The windows were frosted over and even when they werenât, all Ghost saw was endless snow and pine trees far as the eye can see, until they eventually faded from view due to the snow coverage. Every time Ghost suddenly becomes aware of his breath, he canât help but glance over at you; wrapped up in two sleeping bags, sitting way too close to the fireplaceâsometimes shuddering, and sometimes.. not moving at all. His heart drops to his stomach when he doesnât see your breath in the air. He calls your name loudly, firm and demanding and when you donât answer, he scrambles from his position by the window. âFuck,â He utters. âFuck!â
Ghost ignores the pain in his knees when they harshly bash against the ground as he kneels next to you. He grabs your face by your cheeks, startled by the hue of blue on your lips. âBloody bellâwake up!â Ghost snarls, somehow managing to keep his voice steady. He holds his breath until he sees your chest slowly yet shakily riseâand then you exhale very slowly, and clearly with amounts of trouble. Relief floods Ghostâs veins, but itâs quickly replaced by frustration and panic. You gasp quietly before you begin to shiver uncontrollably again, and taking Ghost completely by surprise; you open your eyes. Your eyes are glazed over, your eyelids puffy. â[Name]?â Ghost questions, his eyes staring hard into yours, silently noting your dialed pupils. â[Name], can you hear me?â If you do, you donât make coherent indication. Your tongue darts out and wets your lips before you croak out, âI gotta pee.â Ghost huffs and shakes his head, his hand shooting up and laying on your chestâwhich is covered by many thicker layers, so disregarding Ghostâs hand, itâs not very likely you couldâve gotten up without help, anyway. âYou went an hour ago, yeah? You need to stay layinâ down.â You groan and despite your arms being tucked into your multiple covers, something moves against the fabric as if to swat Ghostâs hand away. Ghost canât help but swallow nervously; he isnât stupid, heâs aware youâre in one of the stages of hypothermia, he told Price as much. Heâs been able to keep the frostbite at bay, but heâs running out of firewood. Itâs snowing way too damn hard for him to even pick up stray logs and sticks laying around. Your slowed heartrate, increased urge to urinate, slow cognitive functions, slurred speech, cold skinâblue lips..
Itâs not looking good and Ghost doesnât want to think about that, but thatâs all he can see of you right now, so how could he not? And itâs hard both mentally and physically to stay in this cabin, seeing you deteriorate while he himself is getting absolutely fucking freezing. Ghost has had to shed a layer or two just to keep you alive. He canât deny the way the cold air is scratching at his skin, seeping through his balaclava and into his jaw, nearly making his bones hurt. Ghost clenches his teeth as he shudders for a moment, eyes fluttering closed just long enough to gain his composure. Fuck. Ghost doesnât want to die here. He doesnât want you to die here, not like this. Not in a run-down abandoned cabin with shitty insulation, where frostbite is nipping at your fingers and where the cold is finally getting to Ghostâs head. He grits his teeth and sits back on his ass normally with a gloved hand to his head, his vision absolutely swimming. âStop it,â He grunts quietly. âHafta stay up.â Ghost takes a deep breath and grunts as he pushes himself to his feet, his boots booming against the wooden floor as he walks over to the area where the firewood is kept. He grabs a few of the pre-cut logs and he makes his way over to you and the fireplace, tossing the logs into the ashes, slowly refueling the dying embers. Ghost sniffles a little under his mask as he grabs a piece of paper and takes out a lighter, lighting it on fire before quickly tossing it into the fireplace to make a better fuel source. He crouches near the growing fire, taking his spot by your feet. Ghost sucks in a shuddering breath and rubs his upper arms, and he canât help but take another glance at you. You stopped trying to get out of your warm enclosure of blankets, but your eyes were darting around the room slowly, unfocused and hazy.
Ghostâs chest clenches for a moment and he walks back over to your shivering form, and he already did it, but he presses his fingers against your lukewarm skinânearly cold. Your eyes flutter again and then they vaguely glance in the direction that you think heâs in; which youâre almost right, but a few inches off. You try to speak but a quiet choked noise leaves you, your breathing shakyâfinally from fear this time. Ghost puts his finger to his mask in a shushing motion, trying his best to keep you calm. âYouâll be alright, yeah? Gotta wait until the stormâs done brewing out there.â He attempts to reassure your delirious brain, but you can only make another âout of itâ noise before your eyes flutter shut once again, you losing consciousness. Ghost feels an ugly and dreadful feeling deep in his gut, scratching at his veins, climbing them until his fingertips are cold both due to the temperature and panic. Ghost has always insisted he doesnât panic, and he hasnâtâuntil now. Not until he fears the storm wonât pass over and help wonât arrive until youâre frozen and stiff under your fear, despite his desperate attempts to keep you warmâand alive. Ghost doesnât want to admit it, but fuck, heâs terrified to fall asleep because out of the two of you, what if heâs the only one who wakes up?
Ghostâs eyelids flutter for a moment before he inhales in a sharp manner and his spine straightens up, his hands clenching together for a moment. âMânot going to fall asleep.â He mutters to himself as he takes his place next to you on the floor and holy hell, the floor is coldâso he silently scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your body, and Ghost uses his other arm as a pillow. Your chest very slowly rises and falls, and he finds comfort in the sight of a sign of you being aliveâyouâre still here with him, and thatâs all he needs.
Ghost is awoken from a banging on the cabin door. He jolts ever so slightly, but heâs immediately hit with chills, his limbs trembling. Fuck, he fell asleep. His eyelids feel like sandbags and and he canât stop fucking shakingâand he feels so heavy.. so tired. âGhost!â A familiar voice yells outside of the cabin. His arm wraps around your form tighter when he doesnât immediately recognize the British accent behind the door, he grunts as he clumsily sits up and pulls you closer, his trembling hand grasping as his hip, taking out his service pistol. The door opens as he attempts to aim it, his weak and low voice hissing out, âIâll blow your fuckinâ brains outââ
âGhost, itâs Price. We found you. Put the gun down.â
Ghost blinks slowly as he looks at the figure who slowly approaches, two others trailing behindâand it is Priceâwith Gaz and Soap. Ghost sharply inhaled and his arm lowers, the pistol slipping out of his grip. Gaz rushes over to him and your limp form, taking off his gloves. ���We got you, Ghost. We got you.â Price assures, but his lips are pressed together as he watches Gaz. Ghostâs head rolls back for a moment, blacking out for a few secondsâSoapâs hands catching his head before it hits the floor. âTheyâre alive,â Gaz grunts out, leaning down to pick you up bridal style while keeping all of the layers around your body. âBarely, but we gotta get âem both to warmth. Now.â
When Ghost finally comes to, the first thing he notices is the smellâit doesnât smell like rotting and burning wood; his lungs donât burn with every breath and he can keep his fingers. The second thing he notices is the ache within his throat and his limbs, and the third thing he notices is that he is not wearing his mask. He still feels heavy, but itâs not the kind of heavy where you want to sleep forever heavy. Itâs a.. comforting heavy. Someone laying on top of him heavy. It takes him a hot second to open his eyes, and another second to adjust to the harsh lights of the hospital roomâoh, wait, theyâre not that bad, his head just hurts. Ghost notices someone laying their head on the bed on top of Ghost, their arms under their head as a cushion. He blinks blearily as he doesnât register it at first; the hospital gown, two IV drips for two separate patients, and the bandages covering your fingersâitâs you. His eyes widen and he lets out a quiet noise, causing you to lift your head up immediately and look at him with the most vulnerable look you could ever have, your eyes wide and bulging like when a child doesnât know whether to believe the adult in front of them. âGhost?â You ask, and fuck, your throat croaks. Your vocal cords sound like theyâve been torn apart and reattached, croaking with relief and pain. He swallows thickly and he nods for a moment, unable to find his voice. Your eyes soften for a moment before you whisper to him. âHurts to talk, huh? Me too.â
Then donât, said his silent gaze. Yet, somehow, you manage to catch on his memo. Wordlessly, you reach up to one of his handsâcovered in scars and calluses, but you donât mind. Your hands are similar as you nervously glance at him, grabbing his wrist and turning it over so his palm faces up. Ghost eyes your movements, but makes no move to stop you. You take one of your pointer fingersâthe one that isnât bandagedâand you trace letters into his hand slowly.
T H A N K Y O U
Ghost meets your gaze, and you have tears in your eyes. His hand is grossly limp as he grabs the hand you were moving away, and he instead pulls your hand closer to his face for a closer inspection. The bandages concern him, so he looks at you again. You reach for the clipboard you left by his feet and you place it in his lap, pointing to the part of the medical report about your frostbite blisters. Ghost inhales deeply for a moment before his fingers tap against your handârhythmically? Oh, itâs morse code.
Ghost is tapping SAFE over and over while looking at you, to reassure himselfâand you. You nod in response and offer him the smile heâs been waiting to see and you tap back to him, SAFE.
#call of duty#call of duty mwii#cod mw2#mw2022#cod#mw2 2022#modern warfare ii#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x gn!reader#ghost x gn!reader#simon riley x gn!reader#cod ghost#ghost cod#cod mw ghost#ghost angst#ghost call of duty#mw2 ghost#gn!reader#simon ghost riley#ghost#ghost mw2#simon âghostâ riley#simon riley#simon riley x you#crowd favorite
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for @thefreakandthehair (and @vecnuthy and @wormdebut while weâre at it) because sometimes you help a baseball player through French class so they can stay on the team and then they end up on the Savannah bananas and you decide to put the fictional men into situations about it *shrugs*
Eddie was going to have to transfer out of this class. This was one of his easiest classes and it was filled with every jock on campus attempting to fill their foreign language requirement with French.
And they were all failing. And annoying. And obnoxious.
And a few of them were also hot.
But Eddie wasnât gonna focus on that!
He was gonna finish todayâs assignment and then head straight to the advising office to find another class that worked with his work schedule.
âHey,â the guy next to him whispered as the teacher droned on about conjugating verbs. âDo you have any idea what the fuck the homework was?â
Eddie turned to glare at the person, but his face dropped when he noticed who it was.
The campus celebrity: Steve Harrington.
Couldnât quite make it on the college baseball team, but managed to make the sort-of professional, but mostly joke team Hawkins Hooligans.
Eddie didnât like sports, never had. He could appreciate that it took skill and whatnot, but he didnât care much to watch it or make celebrities of people who were just really good at one very specific thing usually involving some kind of ball. But he could appreciate a joke. And this team had jokes.
Steve was actually apparently good enough to play pro, had even been scouted by the MLB his senior year of high school. One week before his professional tryout, he tore a muscle in his shoulder, had to sit for three months and had to do physical therapy for another three, and voila! No pro ball for him. No college either since he missed spring training.
But he still had skill, and he still had a father with a lot of pull in the business, even if it wasnât quite enough to get him on the Yankees or whatever.
So he was biding his time on the Hooligans until next year when he could try out for the college team again, maybe increase his chances of a real pro career.
Eddie definitely hadnât watched videos of him during their first few games of the season where they faced the Indy Idols and the Chicago Charades.
He definitely hadnât gotten a weird flutter in his stomach when Steve had been the one to lip sync to Hot For Teacher while pretending his bat was a guitar.
He definitely didnât have a crush on Steve.
âUh. Dude?â Steve asked him again, shaking him out of his thoughts.
âYeah. It was the study guide for the first quiz. Not due until next class though,â he whispered back.
âOh. Thanks.â
Eddie turned his attention back to the professor, not really needing to pay attention since he already knew quite a bit of French.
A tap on his shoulder made him yelp, and the entire room turned to him. He waved apologetically before turning to Steve with a murderous look.
âWhat?â He hissed out.
âDo you understand this?â
âYes and you probably would too if you stopped talking to me.â
Eddie was ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to let Steve keep talking to him for as long as he wanted.
âI donât think thatâs it,â Steve huffed before sitting back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest. He mumbled something else that sounded like âIâm just stupidâ but Eddie couldnât be 100% sure.
âA lot of this stuff is just English spelled a little differently.â Eddie sighed. âYou could almost definitely figure it out if you took some notes.â
âYeah, probably.â
Eddieâs brows scrunched together as he glanced at Steveâs red face.
Hm. There was definitely something to unpack here.
âYou can borrow mine if you want,â Eddie offered as he watched the professor switch slides on the presentation. âI donât really need them until the final.â
âOh!â Steve sounded genuinely surprised by his offer, like he hadnât been basically asking for help only a moment ago. âYou donât have to do that. I mean, it wouldnât do much good for me anyway.â
âWhat do you mean?â Steve had Eddieâs full attention now.
âIâm. I-â Steve sighed. âIâm dyslexic, man. Readingâs hard for me.â
Well, fuck. Eddie felt like an asshole now.
âOh.â Eddie looked down at his scribbled notes, cringing at the thought of someone else trying to read them, let alone someone who already struggled with reading from a printed page. âYeah, my handwriting is shit so itâd probably be useless to you. Shit, itâs almost useless to me.â
Steve snorted, immediately covering his mouth to avoid any more noise from escaping. Eddie could see he was still smiling though. His eyes were very expressive.
âDonât you have accommodations?â Eddie asked him.
âNah, my dad doesnât believe itâs a problem.â Steve rolled his eyes. âSaid I just need to focus more and itâll âwork itself out.ââ
âHe sounds like heâs a lot of fun at parties.â
Steve snorted again. âYeah, a blast.â
âSo you arenât a natural at French?â
Steve shook his head. âIâm barely a natural at English.â
âI could help you?â Eddie was an idiot. An idiot with a crush on someone who would never be interested in anything he had to offer except tutoring.
âHelp me? Youâd help me?â Steve seemed eager, maybe a little desperate.
Eddie kinda liked that.
âI mean, yeah. If youâre actually willing to put in the work and not expect me to just do the work for you.â
Steve smiled. God, that was a nice smile. Eddie was absolutely fucked.
âI work well with a reward system,â he smirked. âIf youâre willing.â
Eddieâs eyes widened momentarily as the realization sunk in that heâd just been flirted with.
By Steve Harrington.
âOh, I can definitely work with that.â
Steve nodded once, grinned at Eddie as he picked up his pen and ripped off a small piece of his unused notebook paper. He scribbled something down and folded it once before handing it to Eddie.
âLet me know when I need to show up, Eds.â
Eddie unfolded the paper and nearly dropped it.
Stevie H. 555-555-0086 My dorm at 7? No clothes required
When Eddie looked back up, Steve was facing the front, seemingly paying attention to the lecture.
Eddie quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and put Steveâs contact info in. He could wait until after class to send him a text. He could.
Instead, he typed out something quick to hold them both over until later.
Studying naked is my favorite thing đ
Steveâs knee nudged against his in response.
Maybe Eddie wouldnât take that trip to advising after all.
And if he was featured on the next TikTok for the Hawkins Hooligans, with Steve fake serenading him in the stands, nobody had to know he didnât really like sports.
He liked Steve, though. Even when Steve actually managed to play real competitive baseball. Even when Steve managed to get a spot on the Cubs.
Especially when Steve proposed to him during a game in maybe the worst recorded French of all time.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#ficlet#the team names are ridiculous on purpose#and I put this in college instead of high school because I felt like it#if anyone wants to continue please do#Iâm so sleepy and canât possibly
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ATTACK ON TITAN - JUST A TAD JEALOUS
includes: jean kirstein, eren jaeger, connie springer and levi ackerman all xfem!reader
a/n: i honestly don't know what this is :)
jean kirstein:
pouty :(
as much as he tries to act confident, jean gets extremely insecure when he sees someone else flirty with you
he'll watch from a far as the guy smirks down at you, invading your personal space as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and whispers something into it all one fell swoop - and jean will hardly be able to stop the heavy pout that curls onto his lips
it's not that he doesn't trust you (literally, takes everything you say and believes it - he trusts you more than anything) but he can't help but wondering if maybe that guy would look better with you and if others think that too
he can be a little oblivious sometimes and although he tries to make you his first priority, it doesn't always work out that way
maybe you'd be happier with this-
"i have a boyfriend, thank you very much"
your voice booms over the noise of the party, the noise cutting out momentarily as jean blinks in your direction.
he'd looked away for a split second and now you're glaring up at the guy, eyes set into a nasty glare as you push him off of you
a second later and you're marching your way through the crowd, ignoring the eyes that follow you or the sputter of the guy behind you, not stopping until you reach jean and the second you do the frown that had been stuck on your lips vanishes and a warm smile curls onto your lips
"there you are"
jean just blinks down at you
"why didn't you come save me," you pout up at him, falling against him dramatically as you draped yourself over him entirely; "that guy was weird and creepy and all i wanted was my handsome, strong boyfriend to protect me"
:((
now he feels worse
"sorry baby," he smiles down but it doesn't reach his eyes
you meet his gaze before shaking your head, "don't worry, jean, i would never leave you"
and he feels his heart swell at your words and the fact that he hadn't even had to say anything and you just knew
eren jaeger:
doesn't even let the guy finish
one second he's talking to armin after class about a project coming up and it's like his sense go off, his head snapping over his shoulder in the direction of you
erens eyes widen
you've been cornered against a wall, some guy eren's never seen before stood in front of you with his arm stretched across you, palm pressed against the wall next to your head
that's all it takes
the guys halfway through sending some sort of flirtatious comment your way when eren abruptly shoves his way through, not-so-subtly shoving the guy out of the way and coming to stand in front of you, fulling blocking your view of the guy
you're swarmed by him, eren's arms coming around you and pressing you against the wall as he smirks down at you
you blink up at him, dazed, the whole thing happening far too quick for you to process
"hi baby"
there's a shit-eating grin across his face
"eren-!"
"excuse me but i was-"
eren spins around, smile fading as he glowers down at the guy
"excuse you," he spits, "but i'm trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend"
every bit of his confidence fades then before he scampers away, thoroughly embarrassed
"that's what i thought"
"eren," you call, tugging him to face, "he-"
"was flirting with you," eren rolls his eyes like he can't believe you're even questioning it, "and i had to protect your honour!"
you just raise a brow at him
connie springer:
he's a little shit to be honest
not at all threatened but that doesn't mean he's gonna let the guy flirt with you
oh, definitely not
"y/nnnnnnnn~! i'm horny!"
cue you burning bright red, body tensing as connie wraps his entire body around you, nearly toppling you over as the boy in front of you turns beet red himself, sputtering
"i-i..."
"mm?" connie questions, lazily letting his eyes drift to the boy like he'd just noticed him for the first time (which all of you knew wasn't true), "oh, didn't see you there"
the boy blinks
"you're so... tiny"
your jaw slacks, "connie!"
"what!"
you just turn to him but he's grinning, eyes twinkling with delight as he shifts, moving to wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side
"seriously though, y/n, i'm horny"
"connie, what the-"
"i-i... i should go!"
the boy goes running off before you can say anything
silence follows
"connie"
"hm?"
"he was asking me about the project we were grouped together for"
"oh"
turning to him, you shake your head, "yeah, 'oh'! what am i supposed to say to him now?"
"nothing?" connie shrugs, like the answer was obvious
"connie!"
"what!"
you huff, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile that slowly curls onto your lips at your boyfriend
"i was serious you know"
"shut up"
levi ackerman:
no one dares, to be honest
levi is quite literally glued to your hip
he's not a big fan of pda, but he is always near you; whether that be a hand pressed against your back, or holding your hand, or hovering somewhere close to you...
levi is always there
...glaring at any potential man that step towards you
if a guy does try to flirt (not even flirt, just talk to you) with you, levi is glaring at him the. entire. time.
a domineering, honestly terrifying presence behind you constantly
and you?
you're aware and you simply let levi
you're just as smitten with him as he is you and you'd happily let him do whatever he wanted if it meant just getting to spend time with him
levi has no reason to even get jealous because no one dares and you're utterly oblivious to any attempts
if someone flirts with you, you just simply bring up levi, smiling brightly and giggling at the mere thought of your adorable, wonderful boyfriend
and honestly?
its a huge boost to his ego
#aot#aot x reader#attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#shingeki no kyojin#aot headcanons#jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#connie springer#connie springer x reader#eren jaeger#eren jaeger x reader
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the three times you and georgie cooper were jealous of each other and the one time you acted on it
a/n: ahh first post!! i was actually watching young sheldon while writing this :) sad it's the last season but excited for georgie and mandy spin off!! anyway felt like there was a lack of georgie x readers so wrote this with my fav trope! enjoy!
i - the time when veronica duncan punched georgie in the face
"and then... she punched me in the face!" your best friend georgie recounted to you, as you sat on the front porch of his house, a can of beer in both your hands.
"she punched you in the face, in front of everyone?!" you chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
"yeah.." he replied.
"no way! what did you even do?!" you take a sip of your beer, looking at him. your best friend georgie was one of your favourite people in the whole world and very good looking, hey! you were allowed to say that!
"i kinda.. told her i loved her. in front of the whole church." georgie muttered, slightly flustered.
"you what?!" you spluttered, hardly believing a word he was saying.
georgie saw the look on your face.
"hey i'm not lying!" he says, chuckling.
"what did you expect?!?! poor girl. you barely know her georgie!" you laugh teasingly, this boy really was something else. you had grown up alongside the boy and everything he did even to this day still surprised you.
"i know but i'm bummed by it.. i really like her y/n." he looks at you with wide eyes. he sounded... serious?
this stopped you laughing.
"you really like her huh?" you look at him, encouraging him to say more.
"yeah.. look" georgie sighs, taking a swig of his beer. "i've never felt this way about any girl before. ever."
oh. why did this feel like a massive kick in the stomach? your insides had gone all funny.
"oh.." you mutter, looking down. "didn't realise you were that serious."
"yeah.. i need to make it up to her, i care about her.. even if she don't about me" georgie sighs.
woah he really seemed to care about her. why did this aggravate you so much? veronica was a nice girl, pretty and kind.. even if she did (rightfully) punch him in the face. she was good to your best friend. so why didn't you feel supportive?
"don't worry georgie.." you reach out and comfortingly pat his arm "she's a nice girl, she'll forgive you."
he smiles and wraps his arm round you "thanks y/n, you're the best friend ever, ya know that?"
"yep.. what would you do without me." you chuckle, nervously.
friend. why did him referring to you as that make you feel queasy? that's what you were, right? best friends? this felt weird though.. different.
you suddenly felt sick.
"look i gotta get home.. got a lot of homework" you stand, trying to ignore the feelings you were currently having.
"going so soon l/n?" georgie grins.
"yeah sorry.." you chuckle "good luck with the veronica thing anyway.. i'll see you tomorrow."
"see ya" he smiles and waves you off.
you wave back and walk down the street to your house, thinking about what had just happened.
the sickness feeling, the disgust, the small bit of sadness you felt when georgie said he'd never felt that way before
then it sunk in. you were jealous. fuck!
ii - the time that guy from your spanish class asked you out
spanish was somehow both your favourite and least favourite class. i mean you hated the class - you were awful at it but you got to sit next to georgie in it.. so maybe it wasn't too bad.
today started like any other spanish lesson. you listened to the teacher drone on about grammar, you and georgie had a footsie war under the table etc. everything was normal. that was until the end of the lesson.
you were packing away your notebooks, listening to georgie babble on about football when adam, the boy who sat in front of you, approached you.
"hey y/n" adam smiled shyly at you,
"oh uh hey adam" you said friendly enough, but very confused on why he was speaking to you.
you weren't the only one confused. next to you, georgie had been interrupted by this exchange and had stopped talking, now listening, his eyebrow raised.
"uh i was wondering.. if you'd like to see the new ghostbusters movie with me tomorrow night.. its okay if not, i understand." adam chuckled nervously.
georgie frowned at this. who did this adam guy think he was, asking you out to the movies? he didn't even know you! who asks someone out that they don't even know.. this guy was a total weirdo. there was no way you were gonna say yes.
"um.. okay" you interrupted his train of thought. adam was quite handsome, and seemed nice. and although it was bad to admit, you needed a distraction from the unknown feelings you were having for your best friend.
your answer shocked georgie. why on earth did you say yes? did you feel bad for him or something.. or maybe you just wanted to see the new ghostbusters? he would've taken you if that was the case! not this idiot.
"oh good. i'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow then?" adam smiles at you, and god georgie wanted to punch him.
"yeah okay." you smile back, and watched as he waved at you then left class.
"well that was.." you turn to georgie, who is not looking at you but is looking straight ahead.
"let's go to lunch." georgie ignores you and starts walking off.
"oh okay" you mutter, then follow him.
georgie was mad. this guy didn't deserve you, he was definitely punching! you were beautiful and deserved someone way better. someone like.. him! but no you were best friends.. he couldn't ruin that. but the more he thought about it the more he realised he was jealous.
you were his, not that adams! that was the day georgie cooper realised he liked you, his best friend.
iii- the time georgie ditched you to hang out with jana boggs
every summer, you tagged along with the coopers (well more so georgie but you had long since been accepted as a member of the familt) to the carnival set up by pastor jeff and the church.
every year, you and georgie usually went off together and did your own thing but this year was different. georgie had been dating jana for a while now and of course it was only normal for him to not hang with you as much and you shouldn't get mad at him for wanting to spend time with her.. right?
"oh look.. jana's over there." georgie chuckles, awkwardly looking to where his girlfriend was stood.
"yep." you reply.
"and she looks.. pretty lonely" georgie states, again awkwardly.
"uh huh" you nod.
"maybe she needs someone to talk to?" he says.
"hey i get the hint, you go hang with her.. she's your girlfriend after all, i'll stay here with missy" you try and say encouragingly, but your voice wobbles slightly.
"really?!" george smiles.
"yeah!" you reply.
"you're the best" he gives you a tight hug. "i owe you one!"
"don't worry" you say, watching him walk off to jana " that's what friends are for" you mutter.
you look to the ground. it felt like it was time to finally accept that you liked georgie a lot. and not just as a friend.
"that was pretty sad to watch" missy speaks up, looking at you half sympathetically, half in enjoyment.
"well i'm glad my sad life gives you joy." you let out a weak laugh.
"look i've always liked you y/n, you're cool, and i've always thought you can do wayyy better than my dumb brother" she tries to comfort you.
"well thanks." you smile.
"and just so you know... i think georgie likes you back. he's just stupid.. and scared." missy smiles.
"i hope that's the case." you smile back.
as you watch georgie laugh along with jana, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
you really liked your best friend.
iv - the time where missy matchmakes.
"georgie.. please please please can you take me and marcus to the movies tonight" missy begged, standing in georgie's doorway.
"missy.. i'm supposed to be hanging with y/n tonight." georgie frowned, secretly he had hoped tonight would be the night he might finally confess to you.
"bring her with you! she loves me." missy smiles smugly.
"we'll see." georgie sighs.
four hours later, georgie, y/n and missy were in the car, going to pick marcus up. georgie didn't take much convincing after learning it would entail missy and her boyfriend being alone, and you were quick to accept to come with.
"so missy.. how serious are you and marcus?" you ask, turning round and smiling at her.
"we're kinda serious.. we've held hands a bunch and hugged. we haven't kissed.. but we've shared a straw" she replies, subtly bragging.
"oh wow pretty serious then." you chuckle. georgie smiles at you. he loved that you got on so well with his family, it was something he'd always liked about you.
there was silence for a while.
"can i ask you guys a personal question?" missy breaks the silence.
"umm sure" georgie responds as you nod.
"so you're both single..."
"thanks for the reminder" you smile playfully.
"and i know jana broke up with georgie because of you y/n.."
"how do you know that" georgie exclaims, confused.
"i know everything." missy deadpans. "and i also heard you on the phone to each other."
"anyway.." she continues "why don't you just date each other? it's very clear that you like each other, everyone can see it. it's simple." she says, proudly.
both your eyes widen. you were not expecting that. you start uncomfortably laughing and turn to look at georgie.
georgie was looking straight forward , avoiding eye contact.
"well.." you start "i don't think i'm georgie's type.."
"you kidding?" georgie exclaims. "not my type? of course you are! i compare every girl i ever meet to you!"
you sat shocked. what. the. hell.
"you do?" you look at him.
"of course i do. i like you a lot y/n." georgie blushes, avoiding eye contact.
your heart stopped. finally!!
"oh really? georgie i also like you a lot!" you smile, brightly.
"you do?" georgie grins.
"yeah of course i do! i have for ages.. i was jealous of jana.. and damn this was ages ago but i was jealous of veronica as well!" you chuckle.
"no way!! i was jealous of that adam guy! and pretty much any other guy who talked to you as well!" georgie replies, smirking.
you smile.
"i was just too nervous to say anything." you say.
"holy shit, me too!" georgie agrees.
you reach over and touch his shoulder. he smiles back. and at that moment although it sounded cheesy, it did really feel like a moment from a romcom.
"aww that was real cute guys." missy smiles.
"but don't you dare say any of that cheesy stuff when marcus is in the car!"
#georgie cooper#georgie cooper x reader#x reader#georgie cooper x you#young sheldon#young sheldon x reader#georgie cooper x y/n#missy cooper#childhood best friends to lovers#mary cooper#sheldon cooper#george cooper
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Calling him by his name and not by a term of endearment
another one in the drafts that needed to see the light of day
Characters: Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki
Shoto
You truly didn't mean to do it
You honestly just straight up forgot one day
You would always greet each other outside of class before school started
Like clockwork, you would give each other a small hug and you would always say âhi babyâ or something similar, but you would always call him babyâŚ..except for today
âMorning Shoto,â you pull away from the hug, and he has a frown on his face that looks different from the one he usually has
âYou okay?â Â
Heâs quick to shake it off, âYeah, come on, weâre going to be late for class.â
You guys were actually early, but you just brush it off as him wanting to be punctual
Shoto really wants to question you
But he doesnât
Not outwardly at least
Heâs thinking, âare they mad at me?â, âDid I do something to make them mad at me??â
He would do everything possible EXCEPT ask you what was wrong
The both of you walk inside the class and Shoto goes to your seat before you do and pulls out your chair for you
Youâre surprised, itâs not like heâs never nice to you (though he doesnât look it, heâs really nice) but you are perfectly capable of doing menial tasks for yourself
So you never expected him to do that, but you appreciated it nevertheless
âOh, thanks Sho!â
His eyebrows crease
He hums in affirmation and gives a kiss to the top of your head before walking over to his seat
Thatâs when you know something is wrong
He wasnât too keen on PDAÂ
So for him to nonchalantly kiss you on the head in classâŚ.was kinda fishy
Shoto canât concentrate all that well in class now
Poor dude is wracking through his brain as to why you just called him Sho
WHY SHO AND WHY NOT BABY???
And now heâs pouting for the entirety of the class
Every time you look over at him heâs like >:/
ngl itâs really cute
You donât ask Shoto whatâs wrong until lunchtime rolls around
Well
You try to
When the lunch bell rings Shoto is like a man on a mission
He beelines toward you
If you hadnât known what his quirk you would have thought it was super speed
Iida who?
Some of your classmates look at him weirdÂ
This is just the image I get in my head lolol
Shoto: đââď¸đââď¸Â  Â
Classmates:đ¤¨
But he gets to you in like .5 seconds and he holds his hand out to you
He doesnât even say anything to you, so you assume he wants to hold your hand
You place your hand in his but he surprises you when he pulls you into a hug
Thankfully everyone had already filed out of the class or else you would have been a burning bundle of embarrassmentÂ
âCall me baby please.â
His mouth was right next to your ear and you could feel his lips move against itÂ
Your knees would have surely given out had you not come to a conclusion
You hadnât called him baby the entire day and he was now clearly perturbed about it
There was one thing you really loved about Shoto, it was pretty easy to fluster him
And you see a perfect opportunity open itself up
Grabbing his face between your hands you pull him away from your ear and smush his cheeks together
âOh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my baaaaby.â
A blush was quickly creeping its way up his neck
Which only encourages you more
Maybe he shouldnât have reminded you
âOk thatâs enoughâŚ.â
âBut I havenât called you baby enough times.â
âIâm going to eat by myself.â
âWait!â
Bakugo
You did call Bakugo terms of endearment like babe, sweetheart, and the one you use the most, honeyÂ
Bakugo claimed to dislike your nicknames, but he secretly really liked them
One day you and Bakugo get into a petty argument
I totally feel like you and he would fight over the smallest shit lmaoÂ
And youâre not hanging around his desk before class like you normally do
Youâre at Ashidoâs desk obviously ignoring him
Which irks him, but thatâs fine, he can ignore you too
But he canât help but eavesdrop on yalls conversation
because Ashidoâs desk is very close and totally not because he wants to hear your voice because he already misses it
âWhy aren't you at his desk by the way?â
âHmm, Bakugoâs?â
Oh this catches his immediate attention
He doesnât even bother hiding his blatant staring at you from across the room
Since the both of you started dating not once have you called him Bakugo
Itâs always been your cute gushy nicknames or variations of his first name
Mina already knows whatâs up and wants all the details nowÂ
Sheâs huddling closer to you, almost practically on top of your desk
But you never get to spill tea because the bell is ringing
But i assure you that Bakugou is giving you a hard side eye
Cuz he still needs to focus in class (heâs still a good student!!)
Lunchtime rolls around and he very discreetly walks next to you
âHeyâ
You turn to look at him and just smile at him with your stupid cute face
Heâs happy youâre not outright ignoring him
But he was at least expecting a, âcâmon Tsuki, i wanna get a good table!â
He brushes his pinkie against yours hoping youâd get the hint and hold his hand but nope
You pick up your pace and he sees you wrap your hands around Ashidoâs arm, the both of you now animatedly talking
He would have found it cute if you werenât hanging off of Ashido
That should be me by justin bieber starts playing
Bakugo is now internally raging inside at the lunch table
You would normally sit next to him but you're sitting across from him in between Sero and Kirishima
Manâs is literally stabbing into his food
everyone is now staring at his dramatic assÂ
buy you're the only one who ends up making a comment about itÂ
"the food is already dead, i don't think you need to do that Bakugo."
he stops murdering his foodÂ
he's had enough
He stands up forms his seat, goes over to a very confused you
Very gently, takes a hold of your wrist and starts dragging you up to the schoolâs rooftop
Youâre questioning him the entire time
When you finally get to the rooftop Bakugo lets go of your wrist and just kind of stares at you
Heâs silent for a couple of minutes looking like heâs going through a mental battle
Until he finally says something
Something that you can barely make out because heâs turned his head away from you and is grumbling
You: https://youtu.be/Y_3vk411ALE
âBakugo what?â
There you go calling him by his last name again
âI said Iâm sorry, donât make me repeat myself!â
âSorry for what??â
You canât be serious
âFor our argument this morning, the reason youâre calling me by my last name.â
âOh.â
Oh?
JUST OH??
âI thought you were still mad at me so i wanted to give you space, i forgot about our argument way before school started.â
âŚâŚ
ATTENTION: TWO IDIOTS IN LOVEâââ
Bakugo just sighs
Heâs too tired to even get frustrated and just wants your attention
So he pulls you into a hug and buries his face into your neck
âDonât ever do that again.â
You can practically hear the pout in his voice
âI'm sorry honey, i just wanted to give you space.â
âI donât care about space.â
#mha x you#mha x reader#mha scenarios#mha imagines#mha headcanons#bakugo imagine#bakugo x reader#bakugo katuski#shoto x y/n#shoto x reader#shoto imagine#shoto torodoki#bnha imagines#bnha x you#bnha x reader#bnha scenarios
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âIâm telling you, Dude,â Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, âhis staring is getting to the point where Iâm thinking about talking to the owner.âÂ
Justin was annoyed about how when heâd walked into the locker room because heâd forgotten his reusable water bottle, heâd spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasnât that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, heâd grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearanceâ and heâd made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.
Justin carried on, not only pissed that heâd been under the impression that heâd caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didnât have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.
His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.
Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. âAnd the fuckinâ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,â he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. âI tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if heâd known that Iâd go back for it.â
ââŚyeah, isnât that somethingâŚâ Mike panted.
Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. âNo lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with meâŚâ he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like heâd just licked a D battery.
He noticed Daveâs smile growing larger.
âNext time, what?â Mike teased.
Justin cleared his throat and grunted. âIâm gonnaâŚâ he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, ââŚsuck his cock.â
He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. Heâd wanted to say that heâd kick his ass.
Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. âHuh?â he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.
Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. âUm,â he stammered, âI said that I was gonna⌠suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!â
The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.
âKeep it down!â Mike hissed. âYou canât be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.â
Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.
Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.
At the sight of such masculine power, Justinâs cock started to plump up. âWh-what the fuck⌠is wrong with my slutty body?â he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.
âJustin, you okay?â Mike asked as he looked at the other manâs pale face.
Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrongâ that he couldnât control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, âIâll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.â
He didnât wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look thatâd been on Daveâs gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way, but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older manâs hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.
Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. âCan I help you, Bud?â he asked in his baritone-filled voice.
At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilderâs plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. âYour sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,â he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when heâd outwardly referred to the man as âsexyâ.
Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. âWhat do you mean?â he asked. âAnd you really find me sexy?â
Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.
âYou better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!â he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. âWh-what⌠what the fuck d-did⌠did you do⌠me⌠Do me, Daddy!â He stomped his foot in frustration.
âYeah, maybe later,â Dave winked, making the other man shudder. âFirst, Iâm gonna let you suffer for a bit�� Iâve always heard every time youâd talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think youâll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.â
Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the manâs cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a manâs huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldnât take his eyes off of Daveâs hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.
âYou gotta fix this, Daddy!â he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. âPlease, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.â He coughed and tried again. âLet me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole⌠lemme suck those muscletitsâŚâ He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless.Â
Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. âIâll fuck you after my workout,â he promised. âIn the meantime, why donât you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.â
Justinâs heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.
Mike found him and hurried over. âYou alright?â he asked, concerned for his friend. âYou rushed off so quickly, I thought youâd gotten sick.â
Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.
âIâm great, Stud,â he chirped. âI just had to admire Daveâs huge, sexy muscles. Theyâre so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout Iâm gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then Iâm gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nipsâŚâ The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldnât help but smirk as he overheard.
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A weird dairy allergy.
That's what you had been told it was, ever since you were a kid. But after you had moved out from your parents' protective care, you found out the truth.
Even so, when you checked into the restaurant, you still told them to mind what was given to you. Disinterested, and barely glancing at your modest double D cups, the host raised an eyebrow.
"You mean a lactose intolerance?" he asked.
You shook your head. "No."
"Anaphylaxis?"
You only wish it were. "No, not exactly..."
"Whatever." With a roll of his eyes, he started walking toward a table. "Follow me."
You sat where he directed. Glancing at the menu, you waited for your date to arrive.
Tinder was often as cesspool of terrible choices--for both men and women--but you'd really gotten lucky finding this guy on there.
Aside from being extremely attractive (though that never really hurt, did it?), he was in his second year of residency at a children's hospital. With the looks, brains, and money all that would have entailed, he still managed to be humble, and quite charming.
He even seemed really understanding about your dairy allergy when you had told him about it during one of your late night chats.
'Wow, you must feel so uncomfortable!' he had said, genuinely sounding apologetic.
Uncomfortable had been the gentle way of putting it.
After a few minutes of waiting, your date finally appeared. He chatted with the host for a few moments, pointing at the table you were sitting at. Their conversation seemed a little longer than usual, but when he finally arrived at your table, he explained.
"Just wanted to make sure he was aware of your allergy." He flashed a brilliant smile that made your heart melt. "But we're doing a tasting. A few small servings of everything in the restaurant!"
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
But after eating a few bites of one of the appetizers, you start to feel a familiar tightness on your chest. Your boobs didn't seem overly larger, so you thought it must have been imagined.
After a few more bites though, the tightness doesn't let up. Your bra starts to creek. With another furtive glance downward, you can see you were right.
There's a crease where the bra was trying to contain the breasts and where they were starting to spill out.
"Was there dairy in this?" you ask.
Your date shook his head. "Shouldn't be. Why?"
Why? Maybe you were being too critical of yourself; if he couldn't tell they had gone up half a cup size, maybe it wasn't worth mentioning.
So the next appetizer was brought out. It was savoury, melt in your mouth...
..and made your breasts swell another size. It was very clear now that whatever you had eaten had to have had at least some dairy in it. Your bra now fit like a tiny bikini, your hard nipples rubbing against its edge teasingly as you spilled out the front of your low cut dress.
"There's definitely dairy in this food," you tell your date urgently. "I'm reacting."
He tilted his head to the side, looking at your chest. "Maybe a little bit, but nothing too uncomfortable I wouldn't say."
It certainly didn't feel that way, but maybe he was right. Maybe you were too worried about the stares you'd get.
So you continued to eat.
After the next course, you realized he had to be playing polite. Your mammaries swelled, tightening the top of your dress until there was no more give. Not only were you spilling out the front, but out the sides now too. The straps that had once been full coverage now strained with the weight of your expanding bust. You weren't sure when it had happened, but your bra had torn; it was too much for it to handle.
You jumped to your feet suddenly, your breasts bouncing back and forth as your nipples poked through the fabric of your dress. Stomping over to the host station, you tried to ignore just how good it felt when your breasts were sloshing around from the movement.
"Excuse me!" You waved your hand to get his attention, sniffling a groan as you felt your chest get even tighter.
The host looked up with a bored expression on his face until he spotted just what his food had done to your body.
"U-U-Uhh..."
The man could barely choke out a word, and he definitely couldn't help but stare. It burned a heat between your legs.
"Was there any dairy in the food?" you asked desperately.
He took a solid few minutes to answer, and only did so after adjusting a chub in his pants.
"A-A little bit," he confessed. "I didn't think it would... would..." He trailed off, keeping his stare on your breasts. Clearing his throat he finally looked away. "Your boyfriend over there asked that I put some in."
That little asshole...
You stormed back over to him, a little miffed at the fact that you enjoyed how he watched every sway.
Before you could say anything, he apologized. "I'm so sorry. I guess I didn't believe that it was true, which was wrong--but I had to see for myself."
"Well, have you seen enough?" You gestured to your swelling chest.
"I'm sorry! But how, uhh... " He swallowed, as if biting back more lewd words than what he went with. "How big can they get?"
You did your best to cross your arms indignantly, but the feeling of your arm brushing against your hard nipple made you squeak.
"I dunno, I've never been this big before."
Or this sensitive...
Your breasts felt so heavy, so incredibly full, yet every little bump or sway filled you with pleasure.
He nodded, keeping his eyes on them. "I felt guilty for kind of... trapping you into this, I guess. So I booked out the restaurant entirely, if that's any consolation..."
A quick look around proved there really weren't any other guests in the restaurant. It was a small token of sweetness.
The guy really couldn't stop staring at your breasts, and for the first time, you didn't want him to stop.
"Well, I guess if there's no one else here..." You wave your hand to grab the attention of the waiter. "Let's see how big I get."
His pupils dilated for a moment. "Yeah?"
The waiter arrived.
"A glass of milk please."
He paused, looking between you , your breasts, back to you, then your date. "B-But--"
"Whole milk, if you have it."
He didn't take very long filling your request. You raised the glass of milk up in toast, waiting for your date to meet it with his own.
You gulped down the milk, each swallow loud. Before that moment, any dairy you had had been in tiny, small amounts.
Right away, you felt the familiar tightening in your chest. The sound of ripping fabric told you your dress hadn't made it. As soon as the fabric gave way, your breasts burst forth like water breaking through a dam. They swayed from the sudden freedom, leaving you with that arousing sloshing sensation again...
They had never felt so full before! But full of what, exactly?
It wasn't long before your expanding mammaries forced your nipples against the edge of the table.
You let out a whimper.
"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?"
So full, so full... How did your swelling masses make you feel so uncomfortable, yet so... aroused?
Whether it was to genuinely help, or so he could get a better look, your date move the table, giving you more room.
Finally, the tightness died down, and the swelling stopped. Your breasts filled up your lap, blocking your stomach completely as the heavy mounds rested on the tops of your thighs. Your puffy nipples stuck out, just aching.
In fact, your breasts in general were in need of something.
You look back to your date, wondering if the growth had been too much. But to your pleasant surprise, he was drooling over them. The thought of his saliva dripping off your engorged teets... were your panties always this wet?
He reached a hand out to touch. His fingertips gently grazed the skin near your nipple, and your breasts throbbed with need.
He took them both in his hands, gently kneading them in his fingers. But every movement hit against a gland, making you let out a soft moan.
Two pearl-like beads appeared at the tips of your nipples.
"Is that...?"
You really did feel full...
He squeezed your breasts gently, no doubt testing his suspicions.
Two streams of milk burst forth from your mammaries, spattering across the floor, the table, and his face as you let out a cry of pleasure.
Before you could even let out the demand that was on your lips, you felt your date's hot mouth on your breast. He sucked gently at first, then a hard suck that flooded his mouth with so much milk, it started dribbling down his chin.
He kept going though, suckling on the one breast while pulling the other nipple in an all too familiar fashion. He directed the spray into his empty cup of water, all while latched and guzzling from the other breast. You could hear each hungry gulp from him, which only made your panties even wetter. I rubbed my pelvis back and forth against the fabric.
He let go with his mouth momentarily, his gaze a little unfocused, like he was milk drunk. "Can't even imagine... what it's going to be like when I get you pregnant..."
And with a loud moan of pleasure from you, he latched on to the other breast, feasting greedily on your massive mommy milkers.
The feeling was pure ecstasy...
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love in secret - h.s.
a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :â( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3
đ warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me
đ pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers
đ wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)
summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.
â 1
The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness.Â
âAlright yâguys, Iâm really tired and I think âM gonna head out now.â She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YNâs thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick âget your stuffâ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed thisâ of course he didâ and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.
Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didnât question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happeningâ she was having a migraine.Â
Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who theyâd hadnât seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didnât really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand.Â
Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didnât buy it, he left it alone since he knew that theyâd be leaving soon anyway.
When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harryâs car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldnât bother her as much either.Â
âLovie, yâshouldâve told me yâhad a migraine, wouldâve gotten yâhome instantly.â Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.â She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head.Â
âYâare way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if yâwere healthy while doing so.â He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh.Â
âWell, Iâm sorry to hear Iâm such a burden,â She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. âI know what you mean. Jusâ being stubborn right now.â
He snorts, âTrust me, I know. âS like itâs yâmiddle name.â He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.
âBack to mine?â He whispers.
âObviously.âÂ
â 2
YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harryâs been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldnât step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice.Â
She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the boothâ the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldnât be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working.Â
âCan we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.â She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes.Â
âReally, H?â She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips.Â
âI know, âM sorry,â He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. âJusâ hate when it doesnât come out exactly how I envisioned it.âÂ
âI know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesnât equate to anything and it especially wonât equate to perfection if youâre tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jusâ looks like youâre being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people⌠theyâre tired too, bub. They donât deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?â She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all.Â
âYou do know you need to apologize to them, right?â She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair.Â
âI know. Youâre right. I mean, youâre always right, but youâre especially right, right now. I dunno how yâalways know me, or how you always know how tâmake it better.â Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didnât come to full fruition right away.Â
âItâs because Iâm your best friend,â She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, âItâs just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. Thereâs no way you can be surprised now, âM basically your only friend.â
He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. âYâare, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.âÂ
She hummed. âThe only one who ever will,â She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them.Â
Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, âNow, rest for a little bit, bub. Iâll wake you up when theyâre ready to go.â
â 3
It wasnât out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each otherâs families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YNâs parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click.Â
YNâs mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something. Â
âHi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,â Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, âUncle Rick is here.âÂ
YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadnât even started. They knew something was up when they didnât hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why.Â
Uncle Rick was her dadâs estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way.Â
âThat explains why the rascals werenât here tâopen the door,â Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they werenât even here!
âHarry, stop with the look, donât be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?â YNâs mom scolded Harry. Since theyâve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN.Â
âIâll try,â Harry grumbled, patting YNâs bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. âWe got this, lovie. I believe in us.â
YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. âSorry, kiddos. Wouldâve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.â
âItâs okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.â She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort.Â
âI will, Princess. I promise.â He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago.Â
âAlright, bub, letâs go say hi,â YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harryâs hand, him doing the same. âHi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?â
âHow couldnât I remember? Yâbring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.â Uncle Rickâs feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.
âUmâ Heâs literally right here, and you just called him annoying?â She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. âWhatever, itâs fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinnerâs ready.â
âGod, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isnât that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if Iâm honest.â The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YNâs waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harryâs body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves.Â
âFuck. My. Life.â She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger.Â
âGonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when Iâm right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in thaâ oneâs head, Iâll tell ya,â Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. âCalm down, babe, practically shakinâ in mâarms.âÂ
She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. âI know, Iâm sorry. Thank you for being here, though, youâre the bestest friend I couldâve ever asked for.âÂ
Harry isnât afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. ââS what Iâm here for.âÂ
A confused look made its way onto YNâs face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.
âKids, come eat now!â She shouted.
âComing!â YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room.Â
They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didnât scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, heâd sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day.Â
The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).
âSo, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? Howâd that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?â Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.
âUmâ sorry, what?â YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parentsâ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.
âIf youâre implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then Iâm sorry, youâre dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadnât been estranged, mind you, we didnât even know who you were, then maybe you wouldâve noticed. Or maybe, youâd still be the same sleazy prick youâve always been. Either way, itâs no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but weâve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? Youâre family. But Iâve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really canât.â She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back.Â
He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. âYâknow, Uncle Rick, I tried mâhardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted tâmake a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but Iâve been here fâlonger than yâhave to know that theyâd love me either way, so Iâll just say this before I go; I didnât mind when youâd make comments about me, but itâs another thing when yâmaking weird comments about her. Sheâs everything tâme, mâsoulmate, really, and I feel bad that youâve probably never had one. It would explain why yâso miserable, wouldnât it?âÂ
Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. âAnd I pity that youâll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity yâfor that. Sheâs incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and yâthrew away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes fâyou so you can get tâknow her. But if not, donât worry, really, weâre very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, itâs been wonderful seeing yâboth again. âM sure weâll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.âÂ
And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.
Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (Heâd always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could.Â
She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry.Â
âItâs okay, bub, yâso okay, Iâm here, itâs okay.â He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her.Â
âLove yâso much, youâre sâperfect, and heâs so so wrong. Youâre mâbest friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish yâsaw yourself the way I see you.â He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.Â
âI love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,â She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harryâs elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking.Â
A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. âHome?âÂ
Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. âYeah, bub, letâs go home.âÂ
â 4
âHarry! YN! Come in, come in!â They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didnât like parties, they decided to show up to Alexâs birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YNâs hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YNâs outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends.Â
âI guess bartender Harryâs making an appearance,â Harry shrugged, âWhat can I make fâyou, bub?âÂ
She tilted her head, thinking it over. âMy usual, please.âÂ
âOne cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!â They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. âFucks sake!âÂ
âMessy boy.â She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times heâs met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. Itâs like she had her own personal bodyguard.Â
After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. ââM gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?âÂ
âOf course Iâll be okay, but you be safe, bub.â He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin mustâve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick thatâd grown messy throughout the night. âHi?â
âYouâre so hot.â Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldnât pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like heâd just been burned with a flat iron.Â
âOh, um⌠thank you? Thatâs very sweet, but Iâve got a girl-â He started.Â
âShe doesnât need to knowâŚâ She purred, and disgust filled Harryâs face.Â
âIâm flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and sheâs here with me tonight, Iâm not comfortable with this, âM sorry.â He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!
âIs the girlfriend in the room with us?â She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didnât even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over.Â
âHi baby,â YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. âOh! Iâm so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, Iâm Harryâs girlfriend, YN. And you areâŚ?âÂ
Blondie stared at YNâs outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.
âFuckinâ bitch, thinks she can take yâfrom me,â YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldnât hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected.Â
âHm?â Harry questioned, but she didnât say a word.Â
âNothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, thatâs all.â She smiled up at Harry innocently.Â
He snorted. âI send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.âÂ
âJust take me home now. Can we watch a movie?âÂ
âAnything fâyou, Sweetheart.â
â 5
They didnât really like these galas.Â
To be honest, it wasnât really their scene and theyâd much rather be at Harryâs house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly.Â
They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasnât unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events heâd agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance.Â
Harry found a couple of his friends heâd made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, sheâd become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. ââM gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?âÂ
He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. âDâyou want me tâcome with you?âÂ
She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. âIâll be okay, jusâ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?âÂ
âOf course, only have eyes fâyou anyway.â He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks.Â
âCheeky boy, Iâll be back.â She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. Heâd shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasnât back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girlâ not his girl, butâ no, she was his girl. Theyâd both known it anyway.Â
His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more.Â
He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips.Â
âHi mâlove, whoâs this?â He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.
âHi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriendâ um⌠Peter.â She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. âHe said that heâs Jeff Azoffâs personal assistant,â Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didnât have a male personal assistantâ Glenne had given the job to her friendâs daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. âHe even said that heâs gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isnât he so sweet?âÂ
Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. âOh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? Iâm a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard heâs at a fancy event or something.âÂ
âOh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jackâs number so we can arrange something,â Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew heâd been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. âWhat was your number?âÂ
Jack stumbled over his words. âI- um⌠Uh- I justâ Forget it.â Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.
âBoyfriend, huh?â He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.
âYou started it!â She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.
âI know, I know. Canât believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me yâboyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from yâlips, if Iâm honest.â A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling.Â
âMe too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.â She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.
They were finally having their moment.Â
âGonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?â He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers.Â
âGod, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!â She was cut off by his lips on hers.Â
It was natural. Of course it was.Â
The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enoughâ as if he wasnât completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips.Â
Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.
âFuckinâ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, mâbest friend.âÂ
âMm, love you, H.â
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enemies by blood
summary: born in a mafia family definitely wasnât easy. especially when your dadâs enemyâs son, park sunghoon goes to your school. reader and sunghoon grew up hating each other due to their fatherâs bad past with each other, but whatâs gonna happen when they want their kids to finish what they started?
warnings: (gang)violence, lots of fighting, murder, blood, drugs, money laundering, guns, kissing, usage of "oppa", pet names, bad ending
word count: 4.5k
note: i havenât read through itâźď¸ ignore spelling mistakes
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my whole life i`ve felt like an outsider. people always look at me weird, they give me dirty looks, but at the same time theyre afraid of me. all because of my family.. my dad to be specific. since before i was born, my dad has been a part of this mafia gang thingy where drugs, guns, killing, and all of that stuff was involved. so growing up i was taught most of those things. id say im pretty good at fighting, and using guns. my mom on the other hand died when i was 10, she was killed by some guy that my dad was having problems with.. ive never met someone who can relate to me whatsover, except for park sunghoon.
sunghoon goes to the same school as me and grew up exactly like i did, and when i say exactly i mean EXACTLY. his dad is a part of a mafia gang too, so sunghoon grew up involved with that as well just like i did, and guess what? his mom got killed by a guy his dad was having problems with as well. if you put two and two together.. my dad killed sunghoons mom so sunghoon`s dad killed my mom, which is one of the reasons why sunghoon and i grew up hating each other.
my dad told me that him and mr. park used to be a part of the same gang, they were actually really close friends until something happened between the two of them that ruined their friendship and caused them to turn on each other. basically, my dad and mr. park were planning a huge drug deal, but for some reason mr. park tipped off the cops to make sure all the money made off the drug deal would be his, so when my dad got arrested for it he spent 10 years in prison. and when he got out he killed sunghoons mom as revenge, but when mr. park killed my mom for revenge because of his wife`s death, it made things worse between the two.
i was sat in the backseat of the fancy car i was driven to school with everyday by my dads personal driver, min. i was not allowed to walk to school and especially not alone. my dad told me there are people who know about me and that since im his daughter they kinda want me dead.. which is understandable? i guess, considering the kind of shit my dad does to these people. "were here, miss y/l/n" my driver says, parked right in front of my school. "thank you-" i was two seconds away from getting out of the car before i was stopped by my drivers very concerned voice. "wait, mr. park is right behind us. would you like to wait?" i rolled my eyes at his words, not giving a care in the world about park fucking sunghoon. "i`m okay. thank you, min"
the second i made my way out of the car i was met with sunghoons tall figure stood not too far behind me. he threw a glare at me that i quickly returned which he rolled his eyes at. as we both started walking to the entryway of our school, we were pretty much walking next to each other, obviously, since we were going the same way. "thought the teacher told you to cover up?" he suddenly says, referring to my choice of clothing, his eyes looking straight ahead as hes avoiding any and all eye contact with me.
"you were the one who went complaining to our teacher about it, acting like what i was wearing wasnât making your dick hard" he only chuckled at my words. once we reached the entryway, he opened the door and stood to the side. he grinned, "ladies first" he said. i gave him a fake smile and walked through the open door. right as he was about to walk in from behind me, i slammed the door shut in his face and locked it so he couldn`t get in no matter what. i watched him banging on the door and yelling at me to open it. "oppa! i think the back door is open" i said loud enough for him to hear, knowing its a good 5 minute walk to get there. i laughed at how furious he was before making my way to class.
i guess you could say me and sunghoon act childish with each other sometimes. we argue a lot over dumb, unnecessary and small shit for no reason. we could choose to ignore each other but since i have it out for him and he has it out for me, its hard not to say anything every time we come across each other. we`re not exactly like our dads. we dont pull a gun on each other every time we cross paths, but do not get me wrong. there are times when our silly little arguments have evolved and turned into something much bigger causing a physical fight ending in blood and injuries. but its always been between just the two of us, we`ve never involved our dads or anything because we seem to just handle it on our own.
"i hope everyone here studied for their exams, you had all week and i will be disappointed in you if you fail" our teacher was walking around and placing the exam papers on each one of our desks. suddenly, at the sound of the door being slammed open, everyone turned their heads just to see sunghoon standing by the door looking pissed. "mr. park! it is one thing to come late to my class to take your exam, but its another thing to slam my door open and interrupt me" watching our teacher yell at sunghoon really made my day, especially the embarassed look on his face which made me smile to myself.
"im sorry, miss. i had to come in through the back door since-" before he could rat me out, he got cut off by our teacher who decided to yell at him once again. "i don`t want to hear it mr. park. take your seat and be quiet" sunghoon glared at me silently before he made his way to his desk which just happened to be right next to mine. i was expecting him to start throwing childish insults at me, but to my surprise he looked down at the piece of paper in front of him in complete silence. odd, but i couldnt be bothered to start anything during our exams.
"you guys have 1 hour to finish your exams starting from now" the room went completely quiet once everyone turned their heads down and started writing down on the piece of paper. i was focused on my exam until i felt something press down on my foot. confused, i look underneath my desk to see that its someone whos pressing down on my foot with their own. of course when i look up to see who it is, its sunghoon. hes not looking at me as his eyes are stuck to the paper in front of him, instead he uses his pen to point at a tiny note right next to his paper. i can see that theres something written on it, but since i couldnt make it out i decided to lean over his table a bit. squinting my eyes, i read the words "shouldn`t have locked me out pretty thing" pretty thing? really? is he referring to me as a thing? what an ass..
"miss. ___ is looking at my papers" wait, what?! i look up at sunghoon whos smirking at me, ew.. before turning to our teacher who looks like shes actually about to kill me.
"miss, i wasnât-"
"i dont want to hear it! detention now, miss y/l/n"
fucking unbelievable. if im gonna miss my exam and end up in detention, you sure as hell know sunghoon will too. i tried not to lose my shit, grabbing my backpack before "accidentally" tripping over sunghoons desk which kinda revealed a bit of my behind to everyone in class. "miss! sunghoon just tripped me on purpose.." i said, acting all shy and embarrassed about how my skirt flipped over. "shes fucking lying!" sunghoon stood up from his desk and i could tell he was gonna lash out on me.
"am not! you tripped me over that desk on purpose you fucking pervert-"
"watch your mouth you lying piece of shit!"
while me and sunghoon were lashing out on each other, we didn`t notice how our teacher was red in the face like she was about to explode out of anger. "that`s enough! you guys are grown enough to know not to be using that sort of language, nor to be arguing like little kids! you should know to act better. detention for the both of you right now!" she yelled in our faces while everyone else were sat staring at us awkwardly.
both me and sunghoon were now sat in detention. we also just happened to be the only ones here, along with a teacher tho.. sunghoon was sat on the other side of the classroom as he wished to not be near me at all, which iâm glad for. i was scrolling through my phone when the teacher suddenly got up from the chair he was sat on. âalright. iâve got a wife and kids to get home to, so you two better behave on your own until school is finishedâ and then he left just like that, leaving me and sunghoon all alone. "cant believe i`m missing my exam because of you.." i spat, breaking the silence. "maybe if you hadn`t locked me out i wouldn`t have done what i did. besides, the stunt you pulled really just proves my point. you really are a slut-" and this is usually how our fights start.
gripping the book in my hands that was on my desk, i quickly threw it in sunghoons direction and his instincts kicked in instantly. he dodged the book which flew right past his head, hitting the wall with a harsh thud that left a noticeable mark. "nice try princess" he pushed his desk to the side and began walking towards me as he was visibly angry. i ducked as fast as i could when he swung his fist at me. i felt a rush of air across my face that his fist had missed. "a man hitting a woman? that`s not very man-like of you" i twisted my body as i attempted to throw a kick at his knee, but sunghoon was quick to jump back which resulted in my foot connecting with the wall instead. "fuck!"
"dont hurt yourself now" sunghoon smirked before his next punch successfully caught me across my cheek, causing a sharp pain which made me stumble backwards. suck it up.. i launched myself forward and managed to tackle him down. with sunghoon on the ground, i was now straddling him with my fists positioned in the air right above his face. we were both breathing heavily as sunghoon struggled to get away from underneath me. "are you getting weaker, park sunghoon?" i asked, lowering my fists before getting back up on my feet. "youre saying that as if you didnt take the most damage" he panted, sitting himself up against the wall. "yet i`m not the one whos out of breath" i grabbed my backpack and made my way out of the classroom as i couldn`t be bothered to deal with his bullshit anymore, and i could feel his eyes on me as i walked out.
"dad! im home" i walked into the kitchen with no sight of my dad. i jumped when i saw my dads personal driver sat at the kitchen table. "min? you scared me. wheres dad?" i sat down next to him, placing my backpack on the floor. "your dad is currently in a meeting, hell be back soon. how did your exam go?" i watched him eat his food as i had no idea what to say to that. "couldnt have gone better.." i lied. he hummed, "if youre wondering, then no, i didn`t tell your dad i saw you and mr. park having a conversation on your way inside" i furrowed my eyebrows at him. why did he think he had to keep something like that away from my dad? we weren`t exactly saying positive things to each other, unless he thinks..
"ew, no! its most definitely not like that. we do talk sometimes, but its just shit talking about each other to each others faces" i said, not missing the way he threw me a look that screamed "i don`t believe you". i rolled my eyes playfully,
"i do not like sunghoon whatsoever-"
"i`d hope so"
i heard a voice say. turning around, i saw my dad walking into the kitchen with a lot of papers in his hands. "min, these are for you" he handed him a few of the papers which min accepted and thanked him for before he got up from his chair. i watched my dad sit down on the chair min was just sat on, "what did i hear you talking about just now?" he questioned, placing the rest of the papers on the table in front of him as he started going through them one by one.
"my exam" i said, which wasn`t completeley a lie. he turned to look at me, raising his eyebrows before looking back at his papers. "i was meaning to talk to you about sunghoon" what? why sunghoon out of all people? "you were..?" i asked, feeling myself getting a little nervous. "you know, sunghoon is no different from his father. he`s just as bad as him" i hummed as i was trying not to show how desperate i was for him to get to the point. "i was originally planning on doing this myself, but i figured that it would be a better for you to do it, since you "do not like sunghoon whatsoever""
"well, ur right about that. what is it that you want me to do dad?" he paused before he took a deep breath. he turned to me slightly and placed his hand on my shoulder, "sweetheart". he finally said as curiosity started taking over me. he hesitated for a second and it kinda freaked me out. was this gonna be some sort of arranged marrige? did he know about our fight today? or maybe- "i want you to kill sunghoon" what?! kill sunghoon..? iâd lie if i say i didn`t hate him, but ive never gone as far as to actually wanting to murder him.. i never have, never will, never wanted to and never planned on taking someoneâs life, even if it`s someone who i despise.
âi know iâm asking for a lot-â
âasking for a lot? dad, youâre asking me to take someoneâs life..â
âsweetheart, i know. but unfortunately this isnât a choiceâ i watched him in horror as no words were able to leave my mouth. âyou will do what iâm asking you to do. you wouldnât want to disappoint your father, right?â he stood up from his chair, looking down on me demanding that i give him an answer. ây-yes dad..â i managed to get out, not bothering to look at him. âvery well thenâ his footsteps were heavy as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts. i canât kill sunghoon.. but i have to? no. i donât have to, i think? itâs what my dad wants me to do, does that mean i should? murder is wrong, but sunghoon is a bad person. does sunghoon deserve to die? shit..
âyou want me to kill ___?â sunghoonâs dad had delivered the exact same news to his son. âthatâs right. sheâs no different from her fatherâ sunghoon knew that what his father was asking him for was wrong. he couldnât bring himself to kill ___, even tho he hated her he knew that it wasnât the right thing to do.
âdad.. i donât know if i can-â
âdonât start with me son. when i tell you to do something, you do it. donât act like itâll be hard, sheâs a woman after allâ
a woman who could easily beat my ass.. sunghoon thought to himself. âyes fatherâ he said. âvery well thenâ he watched his father walk out of the room, what was he gonna do now? should he kill her just because his father told him to do so? the guilt would be with him for the rest of his life if he did. but he wouldnât want his dad to be disappointed in him, right?
âweâre here, miss y/l/nâ min said, parked in front of my school. âthank you..â i made my way out of the car and prayed to god that i wouldnât bump into sunghoon. a whole day had gone by and i still needed to process everything. i looked around as i made my way to the entryway with no sign of sunghoon, and i was relieved when i finally reached the door. but before i could open it myself, someone had opened it from the inside. looking up, my heart dropped at the sight of sunghoon stood in front of me. i swallowed nervously as we were both stood staring at each other in complete silence.
i tried to move past him, and so did he which caused our bodies to push up against each other. âsorry..â sorry? why the fuck did i apologize? âitâs alright..â he mumbled, moving to the side so i could walk past him. not wanting to make things even more awkward, i quickly walked past him and hurried my way over to class. wait, but.. why was sunghoon acting weird as well? maybe something happened and he was dealing with a personal matter.. donât know, donât care. heâll be dead soon anyway.
iâm getting ready to start working out in what my dad calls "the den" its basically this underground gym/boxing place where my dad trains along with his men, but i usually show up after theyâve all left since i like being on my own. i had put on some black shorts and a white top that hung off my shoulder on one side. i reached for a hair tie and gathered all of my hair, putting it up in a high ponytail while some strands in the front were left loose. i then carefully started wrapping my hands in hand wraps and flexing my fingers afterwards. turning to the punching bag, i was getting ready to start my usual everyday practising, but that was until i heard footsteps coming from behind me. it was weird since i thought everyone had left, but when i turned around i was at a loss of words.
"howâd you get in here..?" my voice shook, watching sunghoons tall figure leaning against the door to the entryway. "wasnât that hard. my men took out yours in the front pretty easily" he smirked at me, fidgeting with the gun in his hands. "you canât bring a gun to a fist fight. thats why my men lost" one by one, i watched his men gather around him; all carrying guns. "this can go two ways" he said as he started walking towards me slowly "either itâll just be the two of us and iâll make it quick and painless, or ill have to bring my men on it and i guarantee that itâs gonna hurt" he was stood right in front of me while looking down on me with his head tilted slightly.
was sunghoon planning on killing me too? was he doing this because he somehow found out that i was planning on killing him first? there wasnât enough time for me to think. right now i had to focus on just one thing, and that was to live. "did your men forget to take out the ones in the back too?" i watched the smirk on his lips disappear as my men started to gather around me as they had come in through the back. all though, they weren`t armed with guns like sunghoons men were which made me really nervous. sunghoon chuckled and began walking backwards until he was stood behind his men. i pulled the same move, which meant that our men were now gonna fight against each other to protect me and sunghoon.
"seems like you canât face us without your guns" one of my men said who was stood in the very front. sunghoons men laughed, "letâs be fair about it then, shall we?" the sound of guns being thrown on the floor made me feel relieved. suddenly, the den exploded into chaos as our men went at each other with fists flying and bodies colliding. the menâs shouting and grunting filled the entire room while me and sunghoon were stood on each sides of the room watching them.
one of my men collapsed on the ground, but before he could get back up two men tripped over him which added to the pile of bodies that were already sprawled out across the floor. the den was a mess of sweaty, bloody, injured men that had mostly been beaten to death by each other. it went by faster than i expected, and worse than i expected. all that remained were either dead bodies or knocked out bodies with no one left standing except for me and sunghoon.
"whatâs the matter princess? is this too much for you?" the sound of sunghoonâs voice brought me back to reality. i was distracted by the violent scene that was right in front of me. i took a deep breath, "nothing is too much for me" i said with my eyes looking straight at him from across the room. sunghoon looked at the gun in his hands before he threw it on the ground. "like my men said, lets be fair about it" he said, placing his hands in his pockets. "you can use the gun you know? i dont mind, since this will be your last fight after all.." the tension between us was heated. sunghoon only laughed at me, "give it all youâve got baby" with each slow step, he was now walking towards me. "donât call me that" i spat.
he paused dangerously close to me, our bodies almost making contact. "come on baby, donât say that" he brought his hand up to my face, but i was quick to slap his hand away with mine. with no warning, sunghoon`s fist landed with a severse thud against my ribs and i felt the force knock my breath out of me. i whimpered when i was sent stumbling into a nearby table, gripping the edge of the table for balance. i wasted no time and launched myself back at him with a kick that grazed his shoulder. he let out a groan, quickly grabbing my leg and twisting it viciously.
i let out a cry as i fell to the floor. when sunghoon tried to get on top of me, i managed to wrench my leg free by kicking at his chest with my other foot. as he stumbled backwards, i got back up on my feet as fast as i could. we were both breathing heavily and our bodies were hot with sweat. "shit princess. youâre getting better at this" he panted, lifting his fists into the air. "thank you. it means a lot coming from you, oppa" i rushed forward, this time going low so i could tackle him. the second we both crashed onto the cold floor we started wrestled fiercly. our bodies were rolling on the floor as we tried to overpower each other.
suddenly, his hands found my neck. i felt his fingers squeezing as he pressed down. my eyes widened in panic and my hands quickly went flying to his wrists; clawing at them, desperate for air. i dug my nails into his skin until it started drawing blood. he hissed in pain and ended up loosening his grip just enough for me to shove him off. i started coughing and gasping for air before kicking him hard in his chest which caused him to also gasp for air when he felt himself not being able to breathe properly.
i charged at him once again, this time aiming my elbow at his face. he barley was able to block it with his forearm before i grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head backwards. "fuck!" he groaned, retaliating by grabbing my own hair and pulling it so hard that tears started forming in my eyes. "a-ah!" i let out a shriek. we were both struggling while using the grip on each others hair to cause each other pain. with a sudden move, sunghoon yanked my head to the side and slammed my head into the wall causing my grip on his hair to loosen. my chest was rising and falling, my body sprawled out on the floor with my hair being a tangled mess. my head was pounding horribly and i couldnt bare the pain i was feeling in my body.
sunghoon took the chance and got on top of me. he leaned down with his face so close to mine that the tip of our noses were touching. i felt his heavy breath against my lips before slightly flinching at the feeling of metal against my temple. his eyes looked into mine, a smirk forming on his lips. "this is the end for you baby" he mumbled before he cocked the gun. sunghoon raised his eyebrows when i sniffled. our eyes were locked in an intense gaze. he clenched his jaw slightly, the gun in his hand shaking when he tried pressing it further into my temple. i stood still, watching every move that he was making.
"kiss me goodbye?" i said, almost sounding like a whisper. he froze like he couldnt believe what had just come out of my mouth. his grip on the gun loosened, just for a second as if he was questioning whether to kill me or not. he stared at me with his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, unsure if i was joking or not. with the way i was looking into his eyes he could tell i was being serious when a tear rolled down my cheek. i leaned forward, my bloodied lips parting before they touched his. the kiss was soft as our lips moved together. i felt him deepening the kiss, parting his mouth as well. and with his lips still on mine, he pulled the trigger.
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i feel horrible iâm so sorry.. should i make it into a series orrr??
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Do you think best friend!felix would kiss the reader âfor funâ but reallyâŚ
hm. good question bc i really had to think about this bc if anyone can get away with platonically kissing someone it's 110% felix, and it does feel in character
i was on the fence until i remembered that the first (and only) guy i dated started off as a really good friend and before dating we'd kiss at parties and laugh it off the next day bc of the alcohol/atmosphere so it's very much realistic bc i did not notice for an entire semesterđ
so let's discuss!!
felix would definitely hide behind the "for fun" defense by being as casual as possible with it. while out partying/drinking, he'd kiss reader so briefly the reader can barely register what's happening until it's happened. also this is mainly done after a particularly good/happy moment,, maybe after you two take a shot together, with that touch of adrenaline and the sting of alcohol still lingering there. would definitely do this if he felt jealous/saw someone checking out reader.
now, if we're talking actual, more intentional kisses that are harder to explain away....i think these are a definitely a lot rarer, but for sure have happened.
still uses the "for fun" argument if it's a party thing, like if everyone's kissing someone (like a NYE kiss) or it's bc of some party game, then he's lingering/being touchier than usual bc he can get away with it.
also not to take this a step further and make it even more difficult to justify, but i think there's a level of intimacy to it bc felix is so touchy/open with everyone, that eventually the only way to be particularly close to someone is to do more.
so,, and this is definitely the rarest type of kiss ( like it's happened at most 2-3 times) after drinking/smoking together, felix will kiss reader when they're completely alone, with no one to blame or goad you on or interrupt. these are slow and heavy. concentrated.
there's always an emotional component,, maybe reader had been poorly trying to hide their mood because felix had been a little too into being admired recently. or maybe felix feels left out about something and needs to find a way to feel even closer to reader.
after felix is definitely being more open than he usual is, telling you things like "i trust you more than i've ever trusted anyone, you know that right?" and "it's just you and me."
the first time this happened is the first time reader has a oh my god?? do i actually have a thing for felix? moment,, and after felix finally falls asleep, reader freaks out bc what if what happened ruined your friendship?
but then the next morning comes and it's like nothing happened, he doesn't even do that guy thing where they ignore you the next day, it's literally like nothing out of the ordinary happened and out of instinct, reader follows felix's lead
then reader convinces themselves that it's not that weird by telling themselves that felix has probably at least kissed most of the people that are around him for long enough which is kind of true and you know several people that he still hangs out with that he hooks up with on and off,,
so, with the amount of time you spend together,, it isn't strange. not when you know felix the way reader does.
when taylor wrote âand you kiss me in a way thatâs going to screw me up foreverâ it was for felix
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this might be a little much,, but i can see it for felix tbh đ
anyways, if anyone's interested in a drabble based on any part of this, lmk!!
#bestfriend!felix#saltburn x reader#felix catton x reader#jacob elordi x reader#letâs not tell oliver about this one
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hi! would u ever be comfortable writing about eddie's uncut cock? if not, it's totally fine. hope ur having a great day! <3
authorâs note: funny you ask, because yes, absolutely. and look, i know people have varying opinions but let me be a whore in peace with my own nsfw headcanons, i donât care what others think about eddieâs dick because this is just what sits in my brain. this was meant to be a small blurb so ignore the lack of form that i usually keep.
cw: 18+ (minors dni) obviously lots of dick talk what else do you expect, talks of self-exploration/masturbation, eddie dealing with some body issues pertaining to the topic in the ask, handjobs, oral (m receiving), i donât apologize for any of this.
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eddie doesn't realize how uncommon it is until the reactions become the same and frequent, eventually forcing eddie to hate any kind of sexual interaction outside of himself for a whileâhe knows it's not a big deal, but the judgey looks and offhanded comments about how weird it was didn't make him impenetrable. it was always there in the back of his mind.
but eddie has always been about self-exploration, maybe to an unhealthy degree as he got older, interacted with girls less, buried himself into hellfire club and his side business of dealingâhe usually kept interaction to a minimum, which wasn't hard when most of the school despised him.
and he can't imagine how anything could be better, his dick laying heavy against his belly as his fingers dragged up under his balls, touching delicately, almost teasing in a way before he gripped himself forcefully, tugging down until the head peeks past the skin in all of it's glistening glory, precum smeared over the slit as he slides back up, squeezing the head between his thumb and forefinger under the foreskin.
he thought being this sensitive was normal, but he was proven wrong time and time again. he's learned over time and through a lot of experience how to hold himself back, squeeze himself at the base to keep himself from coming too early or letting go completely, occasionally trying the tactic of squeezing the head until the feeling fades, it works wonders, but still, it doesnât prepare him for the real thingâhe's embarrassed when he's coming in the hands of some beautiful girl he sat next to in english class at the beginning of his first senior year, only some unrhythmic strokes of her hand and her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock before he's there, spilling over her hand without warning.
and when heâs really eager and seeking the relief, he's quick, knowing just the ways to touch himself, how sensitive the head of his cock can get under the skin and he's there before he can even process, groaning through clenched teeth.
he meets you somewhere between the beginning of his hopefully last year of school and the few weeks before then end of '85âhe doesn't understand how you came into his life, telling himself how he surely manifested you, that there's no possible way you were real.
regardless, eddie's is riddled with nerves the first time you touch him, making some off-handed comment about how not pretty his dick is, hoping it isn't a total deal breaker.
you can't help but look at him, eyes wide but your gaze scewed, confused on why any of that would matter. you can't remember the last time you've found that to be a dealbreaker.
when you finally get his pants down, sneaking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers until his dick springs free, you realize just how dramatic eddie was being about the whole thing, having been fed some idea that uncut dicks weren't as acceptable as the contrary and it's a shame, because if it isn't the prettiest dick you've ever seen, arguing his earlier statement with a quick quip that has eddie laughing through his nervous blush.
"eddieâi don't say this to too many guys, none actually," you glance up at him briefly before trailing your fingers along the hard ridge of his abdomen, barely grazing him, "your dick is very pretty."
"careful," eddie warns with a grin, teeth peeking through slightly, "you'll give me an ego."
eddie watches you wearily, your eyes taking in the full sight of him as your fingers wrap around the shaft, the soft velvety texture of his skin pressing against your palm and fingertips.
his thick, not so much that it's intimidating but he fills out your hand in the best way and somewhere between seven and eight inches, the head of his cock a deep pink that slightly contrast the softer shade of his skin and you're pulling the skin back to rub your thumb over the tip, earning a hiss from eddie in response.
"sensitive?" you ask teasingly, smiling at eddie's reaction before you repeat your previous movements, circling his head with a torturous pressure that has eddie gripping the pillowcase above his head, chin tilting down slightly against his chest to look at you, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as the feeling becomes too much.
"okay, okay," he rushes out, "maybe ease up on that unless you wantâwant this to be over in the next five seconds."
he's right, so you relent, continuing the slow drag of your hand as you gauge his reactions, the easy glide that the skin creates until you're leaning forward to lick a stripe along the underside of his dick, tracing along the faint vein that ran there before youâre practically drooling over him, the mix of your spit and his own precome making it more overwhelming before you're closing your mouth over him completely, keeping the same pace of your hand as your mouth hollows out around the tip.
eddie feels like he might die, but he's fully accepting it.
"oh fuckâshit, that's so much better thanâ" eddie rambles mindlessly, "neverânever had anyone suck my dick before."
which is a shame, because it's easily becoming your favorite thing.
"can't see how," you reply as your bottom lip drags along the ridge of his blushed tip, âbut i guess that makes me lucky.â
âjustâgirls always looked at me strange, said it was weird,â eddie comments, âlike i have any control over that, guess my parents have always been destined to fuck me over, even from birth.â
you laugh along with him, his rambling thoughts slipping past his lips and filling the quiet lull of the air.
you were so thankful eddie wasnât the type to stay quiet, because while his sounds were torture, the way his voice cracked with every few words was even better. you let him talk as much as he pleased until he physically couldnât, his fingers slipping over the top of your head and into your hair, squeezing lightly as your shifted your hand up, skin slipping back over the head as you pressed your tongue over the small glimpse of his slit that was still visible, moaning softly as he tugged a little harsher, mumbling something under his breath you couldnât make out.
âcanât wait to have you inside me,â you confess, his eyes lighting up as they connected with yours, âdonât ever want you thinking anything negative about yourself again, eitherâitâs not true.â
eddie nods slightly, âfuckâcanât say stuff like that with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart.â
you prod further, breath ghosting over his dick as you spoke, âwhy?â
eddie groans quietly, speaking through gritted teeth, âreally need you to stop unless youâre okay with me coming in your mouthâiâd hateâhate to do that without asking.â
your teeth drag along your bottom lip, biting at the skin briefly.
âis that you asking?â you giggle softly, stopping briefly with skin pulled back to take him into your fully and fast, earning a choked gasp from eddie.
eddie nods again, more needy, âuh huhâyes, yesâgod, pleaseââ and itâs only a few seconds later that heâs spilling into your mouth, his own hand wrapping around his shaft to pump it quickly, swatting your own hand away, salty slick pooling over your tongue in spurts, the warm liquid wouldnât be as enticing if it wasnât for it being from eddieâand you wouldnât dare let a man come in your mouth like this, but eddie had earned that right.
you pull back slowly, swallowing for show as eddie squeezed at his dick, thumb rubbing over the head tenderly as his body jerked slightly with aftershocks.
âiâve neverââ eddie sighs heavily, catching his breath, ânever came that hard, holy fuck. iâve always been sensitive but jesusââ
âi guess thatâs quite the perk then,â you tease, crawling back up the slowly until your clothes cunt is pressed over his slowly soften dick, âamongst others.â
âyou sure it doesnât gross you out?â eddie asks curiously, having been programmed to always think it does, needing to hear the words for reassurance.
you grind the soft fabric cover your hips over his cock, feeling the subtle pressure it applies and watching eddie wince from the overstimulation, chucking weakly.
âpositive.â you smile, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss against his lips, quickly turned dirty from eddieâs obvious impatience, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste a mix of you and himself, the tanginess strange but welcoming as you moaned into his mouth openly.
âabout being inside youââ eddie starts, speaking softly against your lips, âcan i take you up on that?â
âi thought youâd never ask.â
and itâs safe to say that eddie never doubts himself again, learning just how beautiful every piece of him is.
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No, You Don't
Day 3 of Kink-Tober - Bondage
Summary: You knew he was crazy for you, but not that crazy.
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Parings: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: (Lmk if I missed any) Stalking, implied murder, blood, revolution, pv (Not very long), intruder, drugging, language, cheating, and finally, bondage kink. (I absolutely hate this, but lmk how you guys feel).
Main tags: @cellyx33 @shybluebirdninja
Word Count: 3295 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)
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He had everything figured out. It was the perfect plan to ask you to Prom. Everything was going to plan, at least on his side. He had already bought some flowers, and he made a poster all by himself (with a little help from Ned), so now all he needed to do was find you, ask you. Tell you his lines, the ones he rehearsed in front of the mirror about a thousand times. He knew exactly where you were right now. As soon as he turned the corner, he knew you would be standing at your locker. But he pauses. His eyes glued on you andâŚ
Flash�
What were you doing⌠his hands on your waist, and his lips connected to yours. Peters turns back around, using the wall as his shield.
He thinks about it. He wasnât sure whether or not it was even true. It made no sense to him, he never expected you to kiss Flash of all people. But he knew he would have to do something about it. Something to ensure you were only hisâŚ
âHey!â You hear his footsteps behind you before he stops in front of you, a huge smile on his face as his body keeps you from walking any further. âHey, where are you going?â
âHome, Peter. Iâve had a long day.â
âYea, I heard what happened, Iâm sorry.â He steps aside, and starts walking next to you. Heâs been rather clingy this week.
âItâs not that big of a deal, why are you apologising?â
âWell I know how bad you wanted to be in the play.â
âNot bad enough to care.â
âThen whatâs bothering you?â You.
âIâm just tired, exams really snuck up on us this year.â You throw him a lame excuse, hoping he would just leave you be.
Obviously you didnât hate him, but you werenât exactly close to him either. You had no fucking idea who he was until he randomly decided to start popping up behind you in the halls, asking you random questions, or telling you random things about yourself, then the second Flash showed up, he shuts up, and leaves. It was weird, and you didnât think much of it. You had even told Flash about it, which he wanted to kick Peter's ass, but you easily made him drop the situation, deciding it would be best to ignore it.
âYeaâŚâ His voice goes quiet, and you know Flash is nearby.
âHey babyâŚâ Flash wraps his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead. âHey loser.â He nods towards Peter, who offers him a half-witted smile and nod.
âSup Flash.â He shuffles awkwardly on his feet. âIâll uh⌠Iâll catch you later Y/N, nice seeing you.â Peter turns, walking in the opposite direction from the exit.
âHeâs so weird.â
âHey donât mean!â You smack his arm jokingly, his arm moving to go around your shoulders and press another kiss to your head.
âWhat? Iâm not wrong. You know heâs fucking weird. He follows you everywhere you go.â
âI know⌠I think heâs just lonely.â You shrug, walking out the door as he holds it open for you.
âIâm still taking you home right?â
âYes Flashy.â
âAnd date night tomorrow?â
âOf course.â
Well shit⌠You groan, rolling onto your back, letting the outfit you had planned for tonight fall onto the ground for you to pick up later.
It didnât bother you much that he cancelled the date the first time. Then there was a second time, then a third, and this was the fourth time. You were starting to get annoyed. It was a different excuse every time. There was first studying for an exam, he didnât even show up to school the next day for the exam, then there was his dad in the hospital for breaking his arm, the next day you saw pictures on his facebook of him playing golf, last time is was his car broke down, and he didnât want you driving because your car was in the shop, and now this.
Of course, you didnât believe him. His mother always got back from work at 7PM, and the date was planned for 8. Also, you knew there was Saturday school today because your bestfriends little brother went there every Saturday. You are honestly debating just ending the relationship.
But heâs so sweet. You think to yourself, turning onto your side and hugging a pillow as you keep yourself from crying over some stupid boy. Youâd been with him for three years now, and he wasnât such a jerk in the beginning.
When you first started dating, he would show up randomly at your house while you were in your pyjamas and minion slippers eating pizza for breakfast, a beautiful set of flowers in his hands, a new one every week to replace the old ones. Now he doesnât even buy you water. You knew something was up when he stopped throwing his arm over your shoulders in public. Heâs only been doing it since Peter has been hanging around you.
Peter.
God he was annoying. Where did he even come from? You were just chilling in the halls looking through your locker like it was a fridge and some random snack would eventually appear, then he was there, with that stupid smile on his face that made him look like the most innocent puppy, the most adorable stupid smile, and all he said was âhi.â before awkwardly walking away, you could swear he was sweating bullets.
You knew he liked you. He couldnât possibly make it more obvious. With his daily goodmorning texts that youâve only responded to about 3 times in the past two months, and nightly goodnight texts, and the three times a week good afternoon text when he wakes up late. You havenât even put his name as a contact in your phone, you know that would only piss off Flash when he does his weekly âDo you have any boys in your contacts?â check every Monday.
Wow.
You lie there, staring at the wall.
How stupid were you? You were in one of the most toxic and un-trustworthy relationships possible and youâre only just now noticing it?
You put your all into Flash, making sure he was okay every second of the day, always the one planning days out. You were even expected to pay for the dinner tonight. Stupid considering he was the rich one in a big house.
You pick up your phone to check his location, he was home, and his little brother was at school. His parents were working.
You sigh. His little brother is at school. A bing comes from your phone, your friends name popping up as a notification: Hey, still going out with Flash tonight?
You toss your phone to the foot of the bed and sit up, not caring when it bounces off the mattress and falls to the floor and under the bed. That piece of shit. He was cheating on you. It was obvious, and youâve deflected that thought a thousand times, youâve never wanted to believe it, so hearing it was enough for the waterworks to break, thanking God you were home alone so you could cry as loud as you want, which you do.
Leaning back against your headboard, your hands move to your eyes as tears begin to fall down your cheeks, an occasional sob coming from your throat as you stand up. You were so fucking done. You take some jewellery from your desk, necklaces and bracelets he had bought you when you first started dating, and you throw it into a bag, then you storm over to your wardrobe and you find two hoodies that you had borrowed from you, tossing those next to the little plastic bag, your tears still falling from your eyes and clouding your vision as you curse profanities and complain about whatâs happened. Then you freeze.
Your parents werenât supposed to be home, but the sound of the floor creaking just outside of your room has your heart stopped. You were never a fan of being home alone, making every little sound scare the shit out of you.
But this wasnât just a little sound. It was the creak of the floor, just a few inches from your door on the right most piece of wood that had made the sound, and that only happens when itâs been walked on. So yea, you were scared, and confused. Someone was outside your door.
âLayla?â You shout out, thinking maybe your sister got home from school early, but thereâs no response. âMomâŚ?â Your voice begins shaking, and you reach back inside of your wardrobe, gripping the neck of a metal bat before approaching your door. âIs that you Hank?â You call another name, your dog's name, then your heart skips as you head quick heavy steps running down the hallway, and back down the stairs. âAlexa, lock the front door!â You shout, not sure why. You want them to leave, but you just lock the door and you dart down the stairs, following the sound of your dogs growling. You turn the corner and there Hank was, his hair standing on his back and his ears pinned to the back of his head. He was a big dog, a German Shepherd with a damned strong bite force. Something your moms ex found out the hard way. But Hank wouldnât attack without a command, so he stood there, blocking the exit as he stared up and the man dressed in all black, a hoodie over his head. âWho are you?â You shout, gripping the bat harder as you prepare to help your dog fuck this dude up.
âI uh⌠I donât want any trouble. I tried knocking but you didnât answer, and the door was unlocked.â It was true, your mom never locked the door behind her when she left to work.
âSo you think itâs okay to just walk in?â Your voice is stern, and you approach him, his eyes landing on your bat âHank, go lie down, good boy.â You tell your dog, and he hides his teeth before leaving the door, giving the man a little side eye before walking away.
âI donât want any trouble, I was just worriedâŚâ His voice cracks mid sentence, and you swear you recognised the voice. âP-PeterâŚ?â Heâs silent as he drops his hands and stares at you. He looks back at where your dog was standing before removing his hoodie. âWhat the fuck are you doing in my house?â You shout as he walks towards you.
âYou werenât answering me texts, and they werenât going through. I was worried.â
âSo you come into my home uninvited?â He doesnât say anything again, and his eyes drift down to the metal bat in your hand, which you keep a nice grip on.
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âGet out.â You tell him, pointing towards the door he came in through.
âI just wanted to talk.â
âWell I donât, get out.â
âI have a gift for you.â Of course he did.
âLook, I get youâre trying to be friendly, but I have a boyfriend, Peter.â
âNo, you donât.â His voice lowers, almost sinisterly as he approaches you, a little too close for comfort as you take a single step back. âCan we go to your room? Your dog isâŚâ He turns around, his eyes landing on the dog whoâs cautiously watching him. âA little paranoid.â
You think about it for a moment before sighing. What harm could he possibly do? You wonder, then turn towards the stairs as you lead him up to your room, the rightmost piece of wood creaking under your weight, and he closes the door behind him for you.
âWhatâs in it?â
âItâs a surprise, but do you have a restroom I could use first?â He asks, and you look him up and down, not sure you trusted him enough to even use his restroom, and you notice his gloves.
âYea, it's over there.â You nod your head towards a closed door in your room, and he goes into it quickly after he places the box with a little pink bow on your desk.
What could he have possibly gotten you? You trail your fingers over the little pink bow on the white box, and curiosity gets the best of you, your index finger and thumb pulling open the bow, and then you open the box. The item inside is covered by black feathers, so you push them aside, and the second your eyes catch what's in the box, youâre horrified. An immediate sick feeling bubbling up through your stomach as you cover your mouth and involuntarily gag. That was a fucking finger. You tell yourself, sickened, but it wasnât the worst part. The promise ring on the finger was Flashes. It was a little cold band, adorned with a little pink heart, and cute diamonds curling around the band itself. You had the same one on your ring finger.
You had to get the fuck out of there. You tell yourself, but your hand pauses just before you touch the door handle, which was covered in some sort of white shit. Spider webs? You tilt your head in question. Your phone. Where was your phone? You quickly make your way to your bed, tossing the sheets around in search of your phone, then the bathroom door opens. Peter stepped out, his hoodie off in place of a grey shirt youâve seen him wear often, but it never had the dark stains on the front that it did now, and his presence immediately makes you back away from your bed, and to the other side of the room to create distance.
âI said it was a surprise.â He sighs, tossing his hoodie to the floor before reaching up and removing his shirt, leaving his chest naked. He was fucking built.
âYou need to leave, Peter.â Your voice shakes, but itâs confident.
âCome on now, he was cheating on you. He deserved it.â His voice lowers as he stalks towards you, only stopping when your back hits a wall. You hear your phone buzz, and behind him you see the screen light up with a text from under your bed. You had dropped it earlier.
âPeter-â
âShhâŚâ He shushes you, pushing his lower body against you, still dressed in your pyjamas. âYou deserve so much better than him.â
âPeter, leave. Now.â You whisper, your intent was to shout, but you canât seem to with his proximity. It made you nervous.
âI just wanna touch youâŚâ He tells you, one of his hands reaching to gently touch your waist.
âThis is your last warning.â He chuckles, he thinks youâre joking. Fine. You tell yourself. I warned you. Your knee comes up, striking him in his stomach and he groans and curls over in pain as you rush over to your bed, your fingers an inch away before some sort of white string, the same on the handle of your door, shoots out and grabs your phone, looking back, it was now in his hand, the little white web connected to it.
âI tried to do this the easy way.â He squeezes your phone, and it crushes in his hands. âBut Iâm done waiting.â He growls, moving back towards you as you try to crawl away, but he grabs your ankles and yanks you back before reaching down and pulling you up by your hair. âYou donât want to behave? Fine.â He tosses you onto the bed, moving you and manhandling you with his strength as he moves you to take off your shorts and top, leaving you in your red lace set. âSee how pretty you are? Fuck.â He groans a little before bending down, leaning to lick a place between your thighs.
âPeter!â You shout, attempting to back away, but his grip moves to tighten on your waist.
âJust stay stillâŚâ His voice shakes with urgency, âI need to have you, I canât wait any fucking longerâŚâ He groans, pulling you close and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist before pushing his lips to yours, your hands instinctively pushing him away, but his hand just moves up, wrapping around your throat to keep you close, and you continue batting at him, but he seems locked onto you. âStop fucking fighting meâŚâ His voice shakes more, heâs desperate, you realise as he starts to hump you, your centre still covered by your thin lace panties, you hated to admit it, but it was turning you on. âTake these offâŚâ He demands, but begins to do it himself, leaning back to hook his fingers through the lace of your panties before tugging them down your thighs, your hands swatting at him the entire time. âThat's enoughâŚâ He growls, lifting you by your thighs as he throws you further back onto the bed, then he grabs your wrists and pins them against the bed frame.
âFuck- Peter-!â Suddenly, your mouth is covered by more of the webbing as it shoots from a device on his wrist, then your wrists are also covered by the thick webbing, making it impossible to move your arms at all.
âJust stay still⌠We both need this.â You groan, the sound stifled by the webbing on your face. âYouâll love me when you feel how much better I am than himâŚâ He reaches down and undoes his jeans, the sound of his zipper seeming to cloud your head before he slides the jeans down with his boxers, his cock springing free from itâs confinement, and he gives it a few strokes before inching closer to you, the sound behind the webbing on your face becoming more desperate. âGod girl, staying so stillâŚâ He presses a kiss to your head as he lines his cock up with your pussy, seemingly admiring it as he strokes his dick. âSuch a pretty pussyâŚâ He whispers against your ear, then he slowly begins to slide his cock inside of you, not wasting any time in pumping in and out of you as he fills you perfectly. âFeels so goodâŚâ He groans, but it turns into a moan as you feel him already leaking inside of you. That was fast. You look him in the eyes as he pulls out faster than heâd gotten inside of you, his eyes meeting yours. âFuck Iâm sorry⌠You just feel so fucking goodâŚâ He groans, leaning down to press kisses to your throat and down your collar bone, and youâre frozen in fear, and in second hand embarrassment.
He reaches up, and tears the string off of your mouth, a whine coming from your lips as it painfully pulls on your skin, and you part your lips, short breaths leaving your throat as you sit with him between your legs, not sure what to do.
âIâm sorry baby I-â
âGet the fuck off of meâŚâ
âDonât talk to me like thatâŚâ He warns, pulling his pants back up with his boxers before reaching into his back pocket.
âI said get the fuck off of me Peter-â Your voice catches in your breath as he holds two little capsules in his hands, tearing one of the plastic things open with his teeth before attaching the needle to the bottle in his other hand.
Oh shit, oh shit.
âWonât be such a smart mouth after this, will you?â He takes the lid off the needle with his teeth, then sticks it into the side of your neck, making you yelp, and of everything thatâs happened today, that had to be the worst part.
 You fucking hated needles.
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what do you think stalker!anis body count is?
i canât work out if heâs had a âfuck everything that walksâ phase or not
Iâve thought about this a lot actually, cause Iâve also had trouble deciding that lmao. I originally intended for stalker!ani to have BPD, but as he developed as a character I think antisocial personality disorder fits him much, much better. Both disorders experience hypersexuality.
In this essay I willâŚ
Stalker!Anakin has never had a girlfriend before reader. Unfortunately he was painfully awkward and strange during his elementary school years:
Exhibit A: tying nettles together with worms (a beautiful bouquet if you ask me) and giving them to a girl he thought was pretty.
Exhibit B: staring and unapologetically eavesdropping on any conversation.
Exhibit C: starting conversations with âI am Anakin Skywalker, I am seven years old and I like to collect Hot Wheels. Do you like to collect Hot Wheels?â (Bc his therapist said he should try to be ârelatableâ by finding people with similar interests. How is he expected to do that unless he systematically goes through his entire class list and initiates/interviews his classmates??)
Moving onto his middle school years were even worse bc he found out that girls are hot and hot girls make him horny. Everyone remembered him as the weird kid, told the other sixth graders and ruined his chances of winning people over with his new, carefully crafted personality/mask.
So when he asked his crush to the homecoming dance he bought real flowers (sans worms!!), and his mom helped him find a cute sign on Pinterest to copy⌠She refused the flowers and said âewâ, thinking there were prob bugs in it (sheâd heard the gossip). Anakin unwrapped the flowers and shook them out to prove they were indeed wormless, made a joke and then the girl reconsidered her refusal and decided âhey maybe heâs not so bad, all kids are weird anyway so heâs probably fine nowâ.
Turns out he was in fact trying to be fine & normal. But ended up in a âCarrie at promâ situation at the homecoming dance bc the guy who also liked Anakinâs date was there. Anakin ended up with a suspension and the other guy ended up with the girl.
Then the summer of 7th grade he wacked a grown man with a table.
That didnât bode well for his highschool conquests of course! So he got his rocks off with the occasional use of the good olâ âhide in the bushes with binoculars and hope Becky from Algebra changes in front of her window againâ
Anakin got his first job at the Hot Topic when he was 17. This is where he tried out everything heâd learned over the years and he realized he was actually very decent at speaking to girls as long as he kept up his masked personality. Anakin stayed a virgin until a pretty girl with a nose ring (she worked at Claireâs, he was getting his ear pierced) complimented his Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt and he smooth talked his way into getting her in his car after his shift. Then⌠continued to do that for a while, strictly fucking. She thought it was strange that he never really wanted to talk before or after.
He was just trying to perfect his sex game and she was just a body. She wasnât his dream gal, so she was perfect for making mistakes and learning from them. He didnât have to worry about appearances or properly apologizing for accidentally not doing super great at something, he could just move on and keep going. After all, she was just a body to practice on.
Unfortunately for Anakin he had a brand new court appointed therapist at the time who didnât think promiscuity was good for the healing and reconditioning process (it wasnât).
So Anakin put a stop to fuckinâ the girl from Claireâs. He was very confused that she was so upset when he just completely ignored her. The next time they both worked, she waited at his truck like usual and he walked right past her and got in his truck, locked the door and backed out of the parking spot without waiting for her to move (she was fine just really mad).
Claireâs girl confronted him about it, thinking sheâd done something to upset him and asked if that was his way of breaking up with her. Anakinâs like??? Break up?? We were never dating!!?? (This is how he found out that when you fuck someone weekly for over four months they will more than likely form an emotional attachment)
To avoid a repeat of that incident when he moved to the city for college (he dropped out obvi), he got a job as a bartender for the sole purpose of people watching for research and practicing being a normal dude. Being a normal dude includes learning how to pick up chicks, so I think he probably took a girl home once or twice a month just to keep sharp on his pretending and fucking skills so heâd be on his best game when he found the right girl.
So in conclusion, yes he did have a âfuck everything that walksâ phase. Just not for the sex. For research.
me reading the DSM-5 and diagnosing him. [im a doctor you can trust me]
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