#there were other moments along the movie that made me felt well uncomfortable

[jermer10]

Hey, I've got a TF2 request, if you don't mind! Mercs with a s/o who accidentally falls asleep with their head on the mercs shoulder. (Very cliche, I know...) I'll let you pick who you want to write for, no pressure! PS, I think your writing is phenomenal, and I anticipate whatever you might post next!

TF2 falling asleep on their shoulder

gn reader | ahhh tysm!! this message means so much :) i decided to write for all the mercs, hope you enjoy!!!

temperatures are in celsius

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: "Move ova'!" Scout pushed his way onto the already overcrowded couch, disregarding the protests of the other mercs. Tonight was movie night at the red base, and he would be damned if he couldn’t use this as a moment to try and get closer to you. "Hiya toots," he flirted, stretching his right arm out to rest around your shoulders. "Hi Jeremy." You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Scout had been crushing on you for a while, every chaste touch and every flirty interaction had culminated in something that far outweighed any feelings he once had for Pauling. The movie had long since started, and mercs were continuing to file into the living room, squishing themselves onto the lounge or plotting themselves onto the floor. He couldn't remember the genre let alone the name of the film, all Scout could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the feeling of uncomfortable itchiness in his throat as you cuddled into his side. An hour in and your eyes began to grow heavy, breathing slowing in tandem. Jeremy glanced down at you, his palms moist and his face flushed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, attempting to focus on the movie and not how cute you looked like that. He was definitely asking you out in the morning.

Soldier: Everyone felt hot, sweaty, and exhausted as they slugged themselves back to the blu base. The mood hung heavy, no one seemed interested in Soldier’s usual antics - all except you, of course. You feigned a smile as he ranted about team ethic and the "American spirit", some mercs scowled at the man and others mumbled profanities and sauntered off. A light breeze came in through the afternoon air, Soldier sighed in the smell of Spring. “Hey, we should sit out here for a bit,” you squeezed Jane’s arm, pulling him towards one of the wooden benches placed just outside of the entrance to base. He felt his heart swell, not only did you want to hang out with him, but any touch from you made him absolutely crazy. “AFFIRMATIVE CUPCAKE,” Soldier responded, allowing you to lead the way. You audibly sighed as you sat down, just looking at you it was obvious you were exhausted. “Better luck next time, huh?” you joked, Soldier chuckled and stared out at the afternoon sky. You sat there together for a while, until he felt a sudden, yet small pressure on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep on him, and with anyone else he would have woken them up immediately, but you looked so peaceful and….pretty in a way? Soldier glued his eyes to the afternoon sky, he could think about these feelings later, better to let you rest after a long day.

Pyro: Being friends with Pyro was exhausting in of itself, and they knew this. But they couldn't help wanting to invite you along to their errands, you were their best friend and any time spent with you was time spent well. By the end of the day, you were both well past exhausted. "You're lucky I like you so much, otherwise I would never go on an errand run with you again." You teased, slinging an arm around their shoulders as you both trotted up the stairs to the base entrance. Pyro flushed under their mask, muffling out a "Yeah, yeah whatever, you love me." and rolling their eyes. You chuckled, opening the door to base and dragging yourselves to the living room. Pyro plopped onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and removing their mask. They knew the rest of the team wouldn't be back for a while, and the heat of the day had done a number to both of you. You took your seat next to them, sitting back and resting your feet on the coffee table in front of you. "Wanna watch tv?" They asked, grabbing the remote. "Yeah whatevs" You responded, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. An hour of mindless game shows, and you had passed out, head falling on their shoulder. Pyro chuckled, turning the tv down and dimming the lights. They pecked your forehead, and cuddled into you, making themself comfortable.

Demoman: Demo certainly didn’t take you as a drinker, let alone a party animal like himself! You go out for a couple drinks together after a team winning streak and manage to arrive back to base blasted out of your minds, clinging onto one another for dear life in your drunken stupor. “IIIIII LOOVE YOU DEMOOO!!!!” You proclaimed, enveloping your arms around the Scott’s neck. Grinning and face burning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, attempting to gently guide you back to your bedroom. His ongoing feelings for you had always been pushed down, and despite knowing that you were probably just super wasted and wouldn’t remember it in the morning, he didn’t want to waste possibly his only chance to spill at least some of his feelings to you. “Aye, i looove you too y/nnnn” Tavish slurred, poking your face in various places. You laughed and kissed the man on the cheek, “DAAATE ME TAAVAVVVV!!” You lamented, cupping his face in your hands. The sudden movement causing you both to topple over onto the floor of your room. Demo sat up and leant against the foot of your bed, you, laughing hysterically, joined him. Resting your head on his shoulder, your laughter dribbled off to giggles and you listened to his thundering heartbeat. "I really do like you, Tav.." You whispered, peering down at the floor, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, and drifted off, leaving a beet faced Demo staring down at you.

Heavy: Visiting Heavy's home during the middle of a Russian winter was a less than ideal scenario, but the team had wanted to see what a "real winter" was like, and now here you were trudging 2 foot deep in snow towards the wooden lodge. Heavy opened the door to the sight of 9 freezing mercs, and scoffed. "Inside." He commanded. You furrowed your brows and complied, shivering from the contrast of hot air. "Drink." A mug of hot coco was given to you by the gentle giant. "T-thanks.." You mumbled, walking over to the fireplace and sitting cross legged in front of it. Most of the mercs were directed to their rooms, some lounged around in the kitchen or dining area, having quiet conversations. Heavy sat next to you, mug in hand. This was already too close to comfort for you, and he could tell. Whilst he had been crushing on you for a while, he was oblivious to whether you returned those feelings - believing that you were scared of him. But right now your tired eyes and pink cheeks said otherwise, seeking some form of comfort from the man. "Come, I will hold you to warm you up." Mikhail gave you no room for choice, and you were still freezing. You complied and scooted closer to Heavy, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. In an instant, you had fallen asleep, curled up on Heavy, the body heat shared between the two of you giving more warmth than the blazing heat permeating from the fireplace in front of you.

Engineer: Even after hours of battling, the match on 2fort had yet to finish. Scouts from both sides rushing for the briefcase, only to instantly die from sentry guns, Spies in disguise, or a Heavy hopped up on ubercharge. You were ready to drop, the respawn machine healing your wounds but doing nothing for your exhaustion. You knew that Dell was stationed in the intelligence room, sentry setup so anyone who trespassed would be delt with. The perfect place to catch a few z's before heading back out to the fight. "Yo Dell, can I maybe rest down here for a bit?" You implored, watching the man upgrade a dispenser. "Sure darlin'," He smiled earnestly, you gave him a look of relief. Curling up under the desk, you attempted to sleep, but the lack of cushioning made it an impossible task. Dell noticed, and gave the dispenser one last 'clonk' with his spanner before accompanying you under the table. "Here," He scootched up next to you, "You can rest on me if you'd like." You looked up at him, his cheeks felt hot. "Wow - yeah, thanks Dell." Blood rushed to your face as you situated your head on his shoulder. "Anytime, pumpkin." He muttered. Sleep was instantaneous, Engie held his breath until he was sure you were out cold, letting out a deep sigh and smiling down at the floor. How did he get so lucky?

Medic: Medic suffered long nights in the infirmary, and during those nights you would often visit him to keep him company. It was routine - you would saunter in around 9pm, sitting on the edge of the operating table, your feet barely touching the floor, chin resting in the palms of your hands as he tinkered away. He reveled in it - he had grown attached to this schedule, and by extension, you. Your mere presence made him giddy, seeing your sweet smile before he put you under anesthetics made his heart swell. The best nights were the ones where you would let him operate on you, he would be able to enact out his writings, throwing things at the wall and seeing what stuck. Then, you'd either walk out around 3am, or respawn from a botched surgery, and go to bed. Tonight, however, you had proven to be far too tired for a surgery, let alone a full night of softly rambling to Ludwig about whatever crossed your mind. You had pulled up the operating chair and sat next to him, eyes flickering between him and the notes he had been writing in his medical book, slowly drifting off. Your head fell on his shoulder, fast asleep. Medic peered down at you from over his glasses, breathing a lovestruck sigh. Maybe these were the best nights.

Sniper: The middle of the day in Sniper's van was akin to hell. The air smelt stale, windows wide open, no aircon, just the both of you sweaty, sticky, and half clothed. This would usually have embarrassed the two of you, but the 40 degree weather and sound of the other mercs outside attempting to cool off using a singular hose had you both choosing to stay indoors, not wanting to get involved in the argument currently taking place between Demo and Soldier. Heat fogged your brain, you felt so tired, your body sweat all of your energy out. "Fuck, why couldn't you get an AC installed?" You groaned, lazily shutting your eyes and fanning your face with your hand. Sniper shrugged, and despite not being able to see the motion, you scoffed. "Dunno," Mick responded nonchalantly. He trailed off, seemingly succumbing to the same heat induced exhaustion you were fighting with. You opened your eyes slightly, confirming your suspicions that Sniper had also closed his. Arms crossed, head pointing downwards, God, he looked so comfortable. Mick could tell what you were thinking, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to you, but he couldn't bring himself to move. You were close like that, almost reading one another's minds at times. So you made the first step, sliding over to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Sniper was uncomfortably hot, yet refusing to move an inch as you slept on him. Eventually, he couldn't help but nod off alongside you.

Spy: The drive back from your mission was excruciating. Sniper and Medic sat in the driver and passenger seats respectively, the only sound was the droning radio hosts on the van's radio. You had failed, and you knew Spy was seething from the loss. You, however, were so tired you couldn't even stand. Partially from the bullet lodged in your calf, partially from the athlete level running you had to do in order to get back to the van after the high elected government official had caught you in the act attempting to steal nuclear launch codes. Spy was the one to snatch the codes, but you had still been seen, and that in of itself was a failure. Incidentally, Spy had been the one to offer you aid once you were safely in the van. Your arm draped around his shoulders, wincing at the sharp pains running up your leg. As much as he tried to hate you, he just....couldn't. You were too sweet, too kind. So, he opted instead to blame Medic and Sniper for being unable to damage control the situation better. You were slipping in and out of consciousness, head slowly rocking towards Spy's shoulder, and then awkwardly leaning back towards the wall of the vehicle. "Rest your head on me, mon cher. Otherwise you are going to break your nose." He grunted. In an instant you had passed out on him, breathing in the strong scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne. He sighed a breath of relief, enjoying your gentle pressure on his side. Smitten was an understatement.

[seullovesme]

slow dancing in the dark » bae irene

pairing ⥬ joohyun x reader

genre ⥬ angst (fluff + smut)

summary ⥬ on her date, joohyun comes to the realization that there's nobody that she wants other than you. hopefully, she's not too late.

warnings ⥬ dom reader, sub irene, oral (idol receiving)

WC ⥬ 5.5k

part 1 | part 2

joohyun watched junmyeon's lips move as he talked on and on about his business deals at work. she would say she was listening to him, but she knows better than to lie. to be completely honest, her mind was in a different place.

this date was way different than the first.

their first date had felt so much more easygoing and fun, but only now she could tell the romance was missing. it felt like he was only talking about himself. she adjusted her hair and her dress, feeling oddly uncomfortable. this is not the same sweet charming guy she talked over phone with, and she was starting to see through his facade.

she was thinking of inviting you to join them earlier, before she had left, but obviously she wasn't going to make you tag along on their date because she didn't want you to actually meet him until they were officially dating like she had done with her other relationships. seeking your approval was always her number one priority because you knew her more than she did herself, and you were a little protective. nevertheless, you always closely examined each guy she brought to you, making sure that they had good intentions, checking if she had misjudged their motives. you were like the shield to her warrior.

maybe that's why she felt a little more awkward, or uncomfortable. she knew your presence made her feel safer and she was starting to feel uneasy with the man, sensing that he was slowly getting cockier and more rude as time passed. you never made her feel like this, never made her feel so little or inferior. clearly, he was trying to do that by flaunting big business words and bringing up his famous clients.

she knows that if you were here, you would've set him straight and told him off for making her feel upset. she blushed as she thought about you defending her like you usually did, always being straightforward and scolding someone if they even dared to hurt her. you were always the one to protect her, so of course she would've wanted you here tonight. she also would've enjoyed the dinner more if she could hear you talk about something dumb rather than this snooze-fest of a topic.

she also thought about whether you did want to come and were just afraid to ask. she's brought you on dates before, usually when she meets up with someone she doesn't know well. though, those relationships never lasted, they always ended it because they "knew her heart belonged to someone else".. anyway, you usually did everything together so it wasn't that odd for that to be the case. you did look quite down when you left her place.

"joohyun? you okay?" startled, she was brought back into the moment when she heard him.

joohyun locked eyes with the man in front of her, "hm? yeah i'm fine, why do you ask?" she put on a forced smile, trying to pretend like she wasn't ignoring his rambles.

he inspected her face. "it didn't look like you were really listening." because she really wasn't. this entire time she had been trying to figure out why this date was just boring. she hated to admit it, but this was not what she expected the date to be like. she thought it would be like the movies where she'd come to the conclusion that she had finally found her soulmate.

she could tell that he wasn't anywhere near to having that title. she needed a way out of this, any second longer hearing about how his business clients tried to finesse him and she may go crazy. "junmyeon, you're a good person but i really can't sit here and waste your time." she sighed at his shocked face, his ego clearly damaged. "i don't think this is working out for me."

"what? wait hyun—"

"don't call me that, there's only one person who's allowed to call me that." she said sternly. his eyebrows shifted and he wore an upset expression, but she didn't care. that was the nickname you gave her, so she never allowed anyone but you to call her that. not even her parents. it ticked her that he did, she always made sure that the precious nickname was reserved for you.

"joohyun," he corrected himself, "can't you just give me a chance? for me, this date has been great and i think ending things here would be stupid! i'm really the perfect boyfriend for you." he pleaded before reaching for her hand, but she dodged it, scoffing at his childish behavior.

she begins gathering her belongings, trying so hard to not roll her eyes at him. "who are you to decide what the 'perfect boyfriend' is for me? maybe i'm not wasting your time but rather my own." she stood up, looking down on him like he was scum.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "should've known a girl like you was only good for her looks." he muttered under his breath and leaned back in his chair.

she's fuming. "don't call me or contact me, or else." joohyun took her bag off the chair and began to speed walk away.

"or else what? you're going to get your loyal puppy you call your best friend to come and fight me?" that made her pause and she could hear him getting closer as he followed. "she'd probably do whatever you command her to. after all, she clearly just wants to get in your pants just like the rest of us."

a slap echoes in the now silent restaurant.

everyone watched as joohyun struck junmyeon right across the face, the sound of her hyperventilating and a couple of murmurs the only audible noises to her. she was mad, livid even.

"it is not your business what y/n does, nor is it okay for you to judge her like you know anything about her. you must have some nerve to think everyone is as much of an asshole as you. i've known her for years. i've been her best friend for years, and i've seen every side of her. i'll decide what her intentions are with me." junmyeon held his hand right over the cheek she slapped, bewildered by how hard she hit and how defensive she was of you. she muttered some other insults under her breath as she collected herself.

she took a deep breath and looked around, realizing that everyone was looking at the two of them. she felt a little embarrassed, not about defending you, but because she was disturbing the innocent bystanders who were just enjoying their dinners. she gave a small bow to apologize for making a scene, and glared at the man who was still standing there not saying anything.

she needed to leave asap. she felt so angry that she wanted to cry, so upset that she got involved with someone like this. at times like this, your consolation was all she needed to make the anger dissipate. "once again, don't try to contact me." joohyun made clear before storming off.

the moment she reached home, she took off her heels, switching them with house slippers, and threw her purse onto her counter after she got her phone from inside of it. she called her only pinned contact and waited to hear your voice.

instead, she heard her own voice in the form of a custom voicemail, the same one she made for you when you both were still in high school. "hello! if you are trying to reach y/n, she can't pick up the phone probably because she's too lazy to... anyway leave a voicemail or call again later!" why was it sending her straight to voicemail? joohyun was confused because you would always wait for her call, especially if you knew she was going out with someone in case of an emergency. it wasn't like her calling you was out of the blue, it was a regular thing. she could even recall the days you stayed up all night, saying you couldn't sleep because she didn't call.

she called once more and ended up with the same outcome. at this point she was already extremely upset, mostly with what went down at the date, and she wanted your comfort. she grabbed her keys and decided she would just go to you. either way, she wanted your presence, no, she needed it. it was like an urge that she could just not brush off, she needed to talk to you. without changing into her shoes or even changing her outfit, she got into her car and drove off.

once she reached your street, the first thing she noticed was that your car wasn't in your driveway. when she typed in your passcode to your door, she also noticed your shoes were also missing. usually when she came over, she would scold you for leaving your shoes all over the place as she put them away.

but this time, there weren't any shoes for her to pick up.

where could you have possibly been at 9 pm? the fact that you were more of a homebody made it even more odd.

joohyun went to your bedroom to lay on your bed, planning on just waiting for you to return. minutes that felt like hours passed and she felt herself nodding off, your comforting scent on your pillow lulling her to sleep. she was out cold by 11, still in her red dress as she didn't bother changing because she thought you'd be back sooner. otherwise, she would've just slipped into one of your baggy tees.

but as the sun rose and shone through the window of your room, you were still nowhere to be found. she shot up in a daze, looking around to see any trace of your return. nothing. you were still missing and she was starting to get nervous.

joohyun opened her phone and tried your number again, the same outcome. she called your parents, thinking it was probably the only place you would have been overnight, but even they said they had no clue where you were and that you weren't answering their calls either. joohyun apologized for calling so early in the morning and it was probably nothing to worry about, hanging up. she didn't want to drag them in and make them worried too, ultimately deciding to search for you on her own.

she was out of ideas, she had no idea where you were and joohyun was sick to her stomach just thinking about what dangers you could be in. you could be lying dead on the floor for all she knew. she curled up in your sheets and snuggled close to your pillow again, seeking comfort in it by hugging it and smelling it, imagining it was you. praying you were safe, she took a nap despite having just woken up.

five days had passed and joohyun was still in your bed. she only ever got up to cook something to eat using what you had, which was mainly instant foods because you relied on joohyun as she loved to cook you your favorites. when she met your mom for the first time when you were younger and she learned about all of your favorite dishes, she promised that she'd make all of them for you even if you grew up and learned how to cook on your own.

great. now she was crying again, it's like she was reminiscing memories of someone dead. she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed. her worries got the best of her and she was not only worried now but also scared. it had been almost a week and there was still no sign of you anywhere, on your socials, your dms, nowhere. she felt like she was dying not being able to do anything but wait in your home.

she already called the people she knew and they didn't know, called your favorite places to go and they couldn't recall you ever showing up, and she didn't know what to do other than wait. was she supposed to report you as a missing person? joohyun was so lost, not knowing what to do. she sniffled as her tear ducts were completely drained and a wave of sleepiness hit her like a truck. your pillow was decorated by her tear stains and she just hugged it closer, wishing you would just send her a message that you were okay.

she fell into a deep slumber as it felt like the only thing she knew how to do in this state of mind. not even the sound of the front door being opened woke her.

when you had returned, you spotted joohyun's car in your driveway almost instantly having seen it so many times. what was she doing at your place? why wasn't she out with her boyfriend?

you quietly entered through the main entrance. even if it was your house and you could've come in as loud as you wanted, you wanted to avoid startling your sensitive best friend, assuming she was somewhere in here. there, you were at it again, unconsciously caring for the girl who belonged to another. reality sucked and you felt embarrassed that you cared so much when she didn't reciprocate your feelings after all.

the house was dead silent so with soft footsteps, you walked around in search of joohyun. as you passed the hall leading to your bedroom, you noticed how the door was wide open when you remembered shutting it when you left. for a second, you thought about the possibility that she had brought him to your house, but she knew you rarely let people into your house, let alone a total stranger.

you peered through the open door and saw a joohyun sized lump in your bedsheets with one of your pillows missing. silently, you fought the urge to just jump on top of her and throw away the five days of your friend's "therapy sessions" (you just cried on their couch and explained everything in incoherent words). you were supposed to be working on moving on, but seeing her again made it feel impossible.

you approached her as quietly as possible as she was quite the light sleeper, sitting on the empty space beside her. you gently peeled the blanket from her face, praying you won't be stepping over any new boundaries. she was just as pretty as you thought she was, but her eyes were puffy and a little red and there were faint tear streaks on her cheeks. you found your missing pillow, but it was stained with tears as well. not only that, but joohyun was still wearing that red dress she looked so beautiful in. that was what she was wearing when you last saw her though..?

before you put the puzzle pieces together, joohyun began stir awake. she felt the bed had sunken into and turned around to see you sitting there with a confused look. she stared at you blankly for a moment. "hyun?" it took a second for her to process that you were finally home and when she did, she launched herself at you, wrapping her arms tightly around your torso. you were taken aback by the force of her tight embrace, but you melted in her arms, rubbing her back as she started to cry into your shirt.

"you're back.." she mumbled into the fabric, inhaling your natural scent mixed with the scent of fresh laundry.

in a sudden burst, she put both her hands on your chest and shoved you back, forcing you to get up off the bed and stand as her breathing got heavier. her sweet expression quickly switches to an angry one and you are so confused by the change in her demeanor. you try to get closer to her given the distance she made, but she moves farther away on your bed.

shit, you should've known you were getting too cozy when she's already taken. you've gone and made her uncomfortable. nice one, dummy.

"hyun, i'm.. i'm s–"

"how could you..?" joohyun asked, her voice quivering as her eyes brim with tears. you felt a tightening sensation in your chest at the sight of the distressed girl. and to even think that you had hurt her when you worked so hard to protect her heart from all pain.

"hyun, i'm sorry. i–i truly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, i was just thinking about myself."

she furrowed her brows. "what?"

"there's obviously a line and i didn't mean to overstep it, nor did i mean to disrespect junmyeon. i was just so used to our usual skin-ship that i wasn't thinking about it" once you say that, joohyun begins seething.

"are you stupid?! that's not the problem!" she blows up. "the problem here is that you decided to leave out of nowhere without even calling me or messaging me once! i called everyone, even your parents!! and i felt so hopeless not knowing what to do."

she had it wrong, you didn't think it was going to be this hard on her. you just wanted to fix yourself and heal your broken heart. "hyun, i wasn't–"

"i was here panicking when you were probably frolicking around, partying with other people, enjoying yourself. you just disappeared and i was worried.. i was so worried." the tears spill over, and she's now a crying mess. the gears in your head went into overdrive trying to understand her. she thought you were out having a blast, being a party animal? you..?

now you're upset. "me? 'frolicking around'? what, you think i was out clubbing or going to bars, doing something fun?" you asked with a mad tone.

the switch in your vocal tone caught her off guard."yes.."

you scoff. "seriously? that's not even close to what i was doing, but okay, whatever you want to believe joohyun." you ran your hand through your hair, sighing deeply, trying not to get mad with the way she accused you of something stupid. she was clearly not okay and you weren't going to get upset at her. "i'm going to leave, call me when you want to talk."

she fist tightened, her nails digging into her palms. "of course you are, you're good at leaving." she felt a surge of emotion through her veins. anger, sadness, she felt it all when you said that and she gave up. you bit your lip, feeling like you were about to boil over. she read into your expression of disbelief, "you know how hurt i was?"

"you were hurt?!" you yelled. joohyun flinched at your volume, which you noticed, but you couldn't just bottle this up forever and act like you were okay just to protect her. "what about me? i was hurt too when you made me sit through that date, watching you flirt and laugh with some man you met a few days ago. i was hurt when i watched you talk to him over the phone when we were supposed to be hanging out. i was hurt that someone you spent so little time with managed to steal you away from me so easily, even though i've been by your side for years."

you quickly tried to wipe the streams coming from your eyes, but they just kept pouring. joohyun sat there so lost, perplexed by your shouts.

"what.. what are you–"

"for years, i've been in love with you, joohyun."

joohyun's eyes widen and her arm that was holding her up gave out for a split second. her puzzled face made you want to laugh in pain. you spun around and made your way out of the room, desperate to get out as quickly as possible.

you snatched your keys off your kitchen table and stuffed them into your pocket, slipping on your favorite pair of shoes that you left randomly placed at the front door.

before you could even put on the first one, joohyun slammed you into the wall, pinning you against it. if it were any normal day, you would have let her do her thing and just stood there flustered, but you were over it. "joohyun, move." you command, trying to gently pry her off of you.

"no!" she cried, doing her best to prevent you from slipping out of her grip. she was really afraid that you were going to leave her this time.

"joohyun."

"so stupid.." she mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows. soon, you were going to get wrinkles.

"me, stupid?"

"you are! you really think i want that bumbling idiot?" she growled.

"well, yes? i saw how bright your eyes sparkled when you talked to him. you love him, i can tell." you remembered how stoked she was after the first date, spending her days on her phone, talking to him.

obviously, that's not how she recalls it. "how are you going to tell how i feel?"

"i'm not stupid joohyun."

"well maybe you are because i'm in love with you too."

you both just gaze into each other's eyes, feeling the tension lingering in the air. your eyes slowly shifted down to her lips that were slightly apart, listening to her breathing pick up its pace. you wanted to kiss her so badly, her plump lips so tempting to taste. seeing that you weren't going to make the first move, joohyun placed both of her hands on your cheeks and inched forward, capturing your lips into a kiss.

the leisurely kiss slowly turned into a heated make out. the sounds of your wet kisses were deafening, the entire place dead silent otherwise. she was starting to pin you more by leaning her body onto yours, pressing you completely into the wall as her hands snaked around your neck. it was making you dizzy, feeling her body on yours. you tilted your head and bit her lip, allowing you to slip your tongue in to explore her mouth. joohyun let out a small moan in return, surprising you.

you broke the kiss, your lungs crying for air as you try to figure out if this was going the way you hoped it was. scared she did something wrong, joohyun looked down and frowned. you put a hand on her chin, lifting her head up so you could continue. "joohyun. do you really want this?" she nods eagerly, her excitement showing through how quick she responded. "i need you to say it out loud."

"yes, please, i want this." she pleaded. without wasting a second, you latched onto her neck, sucking and biting, leaving purple marks behind. she tried not to moan in fear of making you stop again, which she did not want at all. the pleasure was overwhelming for her, overwhelmingly good at least. you picked her up and she yelped as she wrapped her legs around your waist, your hands supporting her underneath her thighs. while you carried her to your room, she pushed back your hair and pressed kisses on a sensitive spot under your ear.

you opened your door with your foot and went straight to the bed, laying her down on her back. "turn over." she listens to you and flips onto her stomach. you go for the zipper of the dress and slowly pull it down, revealing her silky skin and pink laced bra. you hum in approval of her choice on undergarments, enjoying the view from behind. she whines, protesting your speed, urging you to hurry up.

she brings her hand to yours on her back to take over, but you slap it away. "don't rush me, joohyun." the authority in your voice makes her quiver, the heat between her legs intensifying. "i'll make sure you know how to be patient by the time we finish here." you say with smirk, loving how you can affect her so easily as she lets out a breathy sigh.

once the metal reached the end of the zipper, you placed your palm on the lower part of her back, making her flinch at the contact. you pulled down the sleeves of the dress and undressed her, revealing her pink lingerie set which amuses you. you toss the dress to a corner, careful not to ruin it as it was a cherished gift of yours. your eyes traced her fame, admiring how gorgeous her body was in pink.

"you wore this to your date with that douche? you got all prettied up for him?" you ask, a little mad just thinking about her wearing such a lewd thing for someone other than you. she nodded and pushed herself up with her elbows, shifting to face you, a little shy that you were seeing her in this. she puts her arms over her chest and groin. you grab her arms firmly and move them out of the way, allowing you to see her completely. "funny you think he deserved any of this."

you let go of her arms and grope her right breast, to which she lets out a squeak. "this," you give her a squeeze, making her moan out. "is mine. understood?" she just nods again, eyes closed as she focuses on the works of your hand. you move your hand around to her back and feel for the hook of her bra, undoing it with one hand. you tugged it off, the sight of a topless joohyun absolutely one of your favorites.

you forced her back until she was laid down flat, latching your lips around her perky nipple. the new sensation made her throw her head back, her nipples very sensitive. she felt your teeth gently bite on her nub and soothe it with a swipe of your tongue. at some point, she stopped caring about being loud or not, it was very obviously going to be impossible to be quiet when you knew how to pleasure her so well.

your lips left her chest and slowly worked its way down to her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses every inch of the way. you looked through your eyelashes and saw that she was just watching you so intensely, clearly waiting for you to relieve the ache that was only growing the farther down you went. just to tease a little more, you started to go the opposite way of where she wanted you to go.

joohyun whined for the nth time and pushed your shoulders back until you were face to face with her clothed pussy. there was already a wet spot forming on her underwear, the smell of her arousal intoxicating. with your pointer finger, you press onto the wet patch. her whole body seems to react as she tenses up, crying out, and you snicker at how sensitive her body was.

"stop teasing me, please." she begged.

"fine." you began rubbing her heated cunt through the fabric, and all the tension left her body. her small whimpers fueled you to get straight to the main course. you take her panties and rip them, tearing them off of her so you could have full access to her sopping pussy.

"hey!" she sits up halfway using her elbows, "do you know how much this set was?!" it was like steam was coming out of her ears. joohyun always valued everything and took care of her stuff with care so that they would last longer. you just laugh and look at her, the fact that you didn't give a shit was written all over your face.

you hold up her torn underwear with one finger, "baby. i can buy you as many as you want, but you are not keeping this." you take the pink laced set and tossed it to the side. "as if i would let you wear this lingerie after you bought it with the intention of having someone else take it off of you." you muttered.

your eyes take in the sight of her fully nude with her legs spread open, her wetness glistening in the light. once again, she felt shy under your gaze and forgot that she was even mad in the first place. she tried to close her legs, but you palmed her crotch, your hand getting covered in her juices. the pressure you apply makes her moan as she slowly begins moving her hips, grinding against your hand.

you let her do her own thing for a moment, taking the chance to get impossibly closer. you remove your hand and replace it with your tongue, giving small kitten licks to her bundle of nerves, each paired with a small whine. joohyun gasped as you sucked her clit and swirled your tongue around it.

"fuck! h-haah, why are you so good at this.." she asked between breathy sighs. you let go of her nub with a small pop before dragging your tongue down her slit. she was soaked. you slurped up her wet, slick juices and dipped your tongue into her, making her emit sounds at a pitch you didn't even know she could reach. you pick her thighs up and put them on your shoulders. as you devour her, you circled her clit with your thumb.

her mind is foggy, the unholy thoughts of having you ravish her all day, every day being the only thing she can think about. no one knew how to treat her like you do, how to pleasure her, how to make her feel good. comparing you to her past relationships and few one-night stands, there was really no one better than you.

you pausing made her perk up, unhappy with the loss of contact. "no one better than me, hm?" your teasing smirk infuriated her, realizing that she let her last thought slip out. she put her hand on your head and pushed you back down.

"shut up, i didn't say that." she lied.

you took it as a challenge, a taunt. "oh really? so you need me to prove that there will never be anyone to please you like i do? consider it done, bae joohyun." you stopped talking and dove in, clamping your lips around her engorged bud. without warning, you plunged two fingers into her sopping pussy. she screamed out in surprise by the complete 180, going from soft and gentle to rough in the blink of an eye. the mix of your fingers thrusting in and out of her with the biting and licking of her clit brought her closer to her climax within minutes.

"fuck-!!" she put both of her hands onto your head, raising her hips trying to press herself harder against your face. "gonna cum, i'm gonna cum!" she warns, but her higher pitched tone with her antsy movements gave it away already. you sped up and curled your fingers into the spongy flesh. you pressing onto her g-spot sent her over the edge, her back arching as she gasped.

she went silent before her body started shaking violently, her soft, warm thighs crushing your skull in order to keep you in place and she came. you removed your fingers, but continued to lap up her gushing juices, making sure not to let a single drop go to waste. coming back down from cloud 9, she loosened her hold on your head, scared she hurt you because she needed an outlet for the pleasure.

all worry was wiped clean as you came upon with the biggest smile on your face, looking like a kid on a sugar rush. around your mouth and on your chin were the remnants of her orgasm, the thin coat shining in the light. she hummed, "i think you got a little something on your face." she joked, pointing to you. you poke your tongue and cleaned your lips, wiping the spots you couldn't reach with the back of your hands.

"all gone?" you ask. she shakes her head no and leans in, licking a strip on your face.

"there, all gone." she says innocently as she bats her eyelashes at you. she was so close that you could feel her breath on your face. she was so clearly staring right at your lips so you close the gap, smashing your lips into hers, allowing your lust and love take over. when you broke it to prevent yourself from suffocating, you saw how she's surprised by your energy. "what?"

"you thought i was done with you, hyun? i still have years of daydreams and fantasies that i need to fulfill. unless you're too tired?"

her surprised face transitioned to a snarky one, her energy matching yours now. "i'm never too tired to make up for lost time." she shoots back before pouncing onto you like a hungry fox hunting its prey.

the whole night was dedicated to you showing joohyun just how much you needed her, wanted her, and she got your message. she felt it in every touch and in every whisper.

you finally got the chance to express your deep and unwavering love for her. no more slow dancing in the dark.

[teagballs]

Hihi!!! I was wondering if you could do a fluff/smut fic w Charlie and afab!reader, the reader is a virgin and is nervous for their first time but Charlie is just super sweet, funny, and caring w them <3 thank you!!!

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first time | charlie kelly x reader smut

authors note: this request has been in my inbox so long i am SO sorry anon omfghwuehehe. im finally in the mood to write smut cuz im off for summer (woohoo) and charlie was also the most requested for me to write smut of 😭😭 SO here we are. this is my first charlie fic i hope i did him justice. love yall as always

cw: NSFW !!!!!!!!!! smut smut smut. afab!reader, taking virginity, p in v sex, charlie is so sweet shsh, 1.9k words

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Charlie was an amazing boyfriend. Astonishingly. Not that you went into this relationship believing he was a horrible person or something, just expecting that he would have a lesser grasp on how a relationship functions, and the key things that happen in one. But no. He remembered birthdays and brought you "unique", but well appreciated gifts. And he tried to do one thing he knew was vital for a relationship: affection. Charlie, despite not totally getting the hype himself, was intuitive of what a partner would expect in a relationship and made sure to give you affection. He would give you little awkward cuddles when watching a movie, forehead kisses when you left for work, and would make out with you if you both felt in the mood. When things got heated though, you would back away and mutter apologies about not being ready. And that was okay. He would confirm with you that that was okay and he didn't want to do it if you weren't happy, and that he wasn't upset. But even still you would understand if he was. Because you never explained why you didn't want to.

Despite general weirdness and being unadjusted to society as a whole, Charlie Kelly knew how to fuck. Put gracelessly. It was probably that rough and rugged look that attracted others, as well as you. You knew him long enough to know this about him. And this thought was haunting. Not because you were insecure about him having partners in the past, but because you hadn't. There was a major difference between you and you're boyfriend, Charlie: you were a virgin.

You were growing tired of this abstinence, but you were ruled by fear. What if Charlie was embarrassed or even turned off by your lack of experience? Even so, you couldn't stay like this. For his benefit and your own. So you ask him to talk. Charlie wasn't great with picking up on social cues, so he didn't understand why this could be a big deal. He did pick up on your uncomfortable behaviour, however. You were fidgeting with your hands and pushing your hair out of your face obsessively. You fumbled over your words.You avoided looking at him on the opposite side of the couch.

"So, um, I wanted to talk to you about taking another, uh, step? I guess? In the relationship. Not like marriage or something, um, like sex?" You blabber nervously.

Charlie felt it was important to hold eye contact while you spoke. He was unusually quiet and nodding along. It was encouraging. He wasn't overly eager but also not distressingly unemotional either. He waited for you to continue.

"I know I haven't really wanted to go, uh, 'all the way' before, and you've been really good about it, but I think I'm ready now? But I've been really hesitant about it because, well, I don't have any experience." You were starting to get more comfortable expressing your feelings. "I'm a virgin, Charlie."

Charlie studied your face for a moment. He went to speak, but you butt in first.

"I don't know if I was maybe supposed to tell you? I don't know. I was just nervous you.." You paused and bit your lip, "I thought maybe you'd lose interest?"

"No, never!" Charlie said quickly. It was the first he'd spoken since you asked him to talk, and it was a strong rebuttal. "No, I'd never lose interest in you. I like you a lot. I jus' wanted to make sure you were happy n' stuff." He said. You smiled, feeling a wave of relief hit you.

"So, what, you wanna do it now?" Charlie said bluntly. He wasn't known for being tactful or having much grace in his words. He didn't move from his place across from you. He waited for your reaction. Suddenly, you were feeling a little warm under his gaze.

"If- if you want to- I.." you fumbled.

"No. Do you want to?" Charlie enforced.

You nodded gently before given spoken consent. "Yeah. I do. Badly."

Charlie leaned over the couch. His calloused hand found your cheek. You assumed they were coarse from all the 'Charle work' he had to do at the bar, but he was so so gentle with you. Before he connected his lips, he leaned in close, his breath vibrating against your skin for a moment. He was giving you an opportunity to protest of back away, but of course, you didn't.

You had a lot of practice making out with him, but this felt more charged. You knew what would happen after this. His body followed yours. When you needed to pull away for air, he followed suit and gave you space. When you reconnected, his hands gently held your waist. You found yourself being pushed to be lying on the sofa.

"Is this okay?" he pulled away to ask. You nod and his hands tangle in your hair - not pulling or tugging, just relaxing in it - and moved your face closer.

You're fully laid back on the sofa when your lips disconnect this time. His hands move to grab your shirt. Your heart is beating faster and faster when you realise this is happening now. You're not uncomfortable. No, this is a feeling of excitement.

He delicately lifts the shirt over your head. He's treating you as carefully as you would some bone china or a kitten. You were in the comfort of your own home, so you were braless, and he's studying your tits like they were a piece of fine art, someone's magnum opus. Or whatever Charlie would consider fine art.

"Can I uh- touch?" His voice has a gravelly touch to it, unusual for your squeaky boyfriend. It makes your stomach flip.

When you nod, his hands quickly reach to paw your breasts. The rough texture of his hands against your nipples makes your breath labour a little. He takes note of it.

He continues to fondle you. You're twitching and breathing heavily. But to be honest, you're wishing he would touch your pussy. Deciding to take matters into your own hands and feeling more confident now, you grab his shirt and pull it over his head. He's taken a back by your actions but not upset at all. He let's you take his shirt off. It ruffles his hair a little

You lay back and admire his toned arms. It had always been a feature you were drawn to in him. You'd watch him carry beer boxes or a keg in the bar and feel yourself get wet at the view.

He lets you study him without saying anything and obliges when you kiss him again, just happy to see you gain some confidence in the foreplay. His beard is rough against your face as he angles his head to get deeper into your mouth.

His hands move lower, headed towards the waistband of your sweatpants. "Is this okay, baby?" He mumbled your mouth in-between kisses.

"Yes, please." Please? 'I sounded so pathetic', you thought.

Charlie shimmied your sweatpants down. Your lips stopped moving against his, and you felt your chest get heavy. Charlie stopped what he was doing quickly.

"Are you okay?" probably the 100th time he had said that tonight, but comforting no matter. "We can stop if you need -"

"No, no, no," you cut him off. "It's okay. I'm just a little nervous still."

Charlie leaned his forehead against yours. "You're okay, s'only me." He repeated.

After a minute of silence and when your heart rate returned to normal again, "You can keep going."

Charlie gently took your underwear off. You were embarrassingly wet. Apparently, caring and affirmative boyfriends really get you going.

"So pretty," Charlie mumbled to himself. You could've cum right there.

He gently rubbed his finger along your soaked slit. The contact made you jolt. He kept his eyes on your face the whole time, ensuring you were still into it. The whines you were letting out were all the confirmation.

"Are... do you need me to, like, uh, 'warm you up' or..?" Charlie mumbled awkwardly while still stroking your wet slit.

He was asking if you were wet enough for him to fuck you. You were. You had been since you started making out. And you certainly were now that you were staring at his hard dick in his pants.

You shook your head, "No, I'm ready." You say, taking a deep inhale.

Charlie carefully hooked his hands under your knees to bring you to the edge of the sofa and spread your legs. You angled your hips and watched him bring his dick out of his pants. He tugged it a few times while looking at you spread before him. He kept one hand hooked under your knee again as the other held himself.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yeah." You reply breathlessly.

He pushes himself into you. When he's got his head in, he grabbed your other knee to open you more. He was trying to keep you at the most comfortable angle. The squelch noise that was produced was borderline pornographic. Your eyes squeezed shut when you took him in, slowly slowly. It did hurt. You felt like you were being split open.

Charlie obviously noted your discomfort and repeated, "s'okay," and "doing so good" in a soothing manner over and over until he bottomed out.

He brushed the hair that was sticking to your forehead away so he could see your beautiful face. He was waiting till you gave him confirmation to move. It felt like forever as you waited for the horrible sensation to fizzle out, but it did. Eventually all you could feel was a deep, deep need for him to properly fuck you.

"You can move," you said shakily.

Charlie cautiously moved out, then back in again. This time, it felt good, so good. You found yourself angling your hips so he could be deeper. He kept increasing the pace, letting out low huffs while you began to whine and groan.

The he hit it.

"Jesus! Fuck.. right there."

He jumped a little at your outburst, worried he had hurt you. But when he realised he had found your G spot, he quickened his pace.

You were moaning now, and Charlie had to bite his lip to hold back a smile. Of course he was happy to be fucking you, but he was also grateful that you trusted him enough to be your first.

Charlie moved your legs to his shoulders so his hands were free. One moved to fondle your chest while the other moved down to apply pressure to your clit. The combination was all too much. You gripped his forearm tightly and choked out, "gonna cum."

Charlie only sped up his administrations, and you were pushed over the edge. You spasmed and whined as you came. He let you ride it out on his cock as he gently stroked your hair.

When he was sure you were done, he pulled out to jerk himself off while watching you pant and come down from your high. He grabbed his discarded shirt and came into it.

He shuffled back down onto the sofa so he could hold you. You leaned into his chest and tried to catch your breath. He danced a finger around a strand of your hair.

"S'good... oh my god." you mumbled while looking at him. "Thank you... thank you, Charlie," you babble.

"'It's no biggie." Charlie replied. But he did understand the gravity of the sex you just had.

"Let me get you a towel," Charlie moves to stand up, but you grab his arm.

"No, no, we'll do that in a second. Just hold me." You whisper.

He does, of course. Gently kissing your head while appreciating that he gets to inhale the scent of your hair. He rubs gentle circles on your upper arm. You both could die happy in this moment.

[bookishdreamer28]

kissing your best friend Satoru for the first time ♡

Here's another tooth-rooting post with the fave boy Satoru 🙌

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You were currently in Satoru's room, playing video games. This was something you did occasionally and you must say, being around Toru made you the happiest you could ever be. After a few moments, you stopped playing and decided to lay on his bed to watch a movie. You felt your phone buzzing on the mattress and you picked it up. You saw a message from the cute guy you met a few days ago, asking you about the time for your date. You started replying to him and when you sent the message, you turned your head to the side and saw that Satoru was already staring at you. With a frown on his face.

"So, who's that guy? What's his deal?" He asked while leaning his body closer to yours.

"I met him a few days ago and he asked me out. That's pretty much all." You explained and looked away from his intense stare. He huffed and circled an arm around your waist pulling you to his side. You felt your cheeks burning.

"Well, is he even worth your time? Cause lemme tell you, I think not."

"He's actually a nice guy Toru. Besides, It's not like I want to be in a relationship with him."

"I mean, as if! You can do so much better. AndbybetterImeanmebutanyways." He muttered under his breath fast.

"What the heck was that?" You asked laughing a little him.

"Nothing nothing. Just saying...anyways, since you want to go out with him and you...like him," he said a bit hesitantly. "what is it that makes you so nervous?"

"Nervous? Im not nervous! I'm fine. Relaxed." You tried to convince him but you saw how it didn't affect him at all.

"Yeah right...Come on princess just tell me." He rested his chin on my shoulder, looking up at me with those blue damned eyes. Why he's doing this to me?

"...ok. Look. You might find it weird and all but...I don't know If I'm a good kisser." You mumbled. Satoru raised an eyebrow and turned his body fully to you.

"What? Why you think that? Has anyone ever made you feel this way? Just tell who he is and I-." He said a little louder.

"No no no." You wanted to laugh so hard with his reaction. You see, this is the reason why you love him. He's the only one who can make you feel This happy, without even trying.

"It's just that I don't think I'm good- you know what? No. I know for certain that I'mnot good cuz to be honest, I've never kissed anyone before..." You didn't dare meeting his eyes, though you felt his stare burning holes to the side of your head. You continued. "But I want to find a way to see if I'm actually good... and I thought that maybe we could...practice? Together?." Satoru was staring at you like you were an alien.

"Hold on. You haven't kissed anyone before? And you want me to... be your first kiss? Just like that?"

" I know it's so weir-"

"NO! No. Don't even finish that sentence. Just because you have never kissed anyone before doesn't mean anything sweetheart. It'snot weird and you shouldnever feel uncomfortable about it. Now. Are you sure about this? I don't have a problem as long as you're truly ok with this." He asked me, taking a hold of my hand, rubbingsoft circles on the skin.

"Yeah. I'm 100% percent sure I want this. Don't worry Toru." You softly murmured.

You sat there, just staring at each other, without moving for a while.

"Uhm ok, do you want to move yourself on me- I mean, to sit on my lap? You know, just to be in a comfortable position. Or anywhere else you want. It's important that you're comfortable."

"Ah sure. I guess. Ok! Your lap is fine." You placed each of your legs on each side of Toru's thighs, and sat carefully down. His breath hitched with the contact and you were pretty sure that he could hear your heart beating now.

" Ok nice." He coughed. "Now, without getting into too much detail, we're just going get in the moment and everything will move along on their own, smoothly. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Don't think too much about it just, let yourself relax," his hand started rubbing my waist slowly, "and enjoy it. Every moment." He whispered.

"Do I just...close my eyes and lean in?" You questioned quietly.

"Do what your heart says. No need to rush, or feel like you have to do something extraordinary." He played with a strand of my hair and placed it behind my ear. Ok, it was now or never.

You started leaning your face close to his, your lips were just an inch away from his, yet you felt your world spinning already. His eyes were on your lips, and then his stare went back on you.

His hands gripped your waist a little bit more tightly.

And finally, you closed the small distance and your lips joined together.

Your hands traveled through his silver, soft hair and Toru let out a low growl from your actions. He sat up a little, his hand going up to your neck slowly, feeling you shivering from his touch.

You felt his tongue poking your lower lip, and you instantly opened your mouth, giving him access to join yours. The heat of your kiss was too much to bear. You felt weak. You felt things you've never felt before.

You moaned when you felt his teeth biting your lip, and then his tongue smoothing the burning sensation.

I felt lost to the feeling of his lips against mine, that I didn't noticed we've been kissing for so long. We eventually pulled away and stared at each other. No words could be exchanged at the moment.

"Ih yeah ok that's definitely not a normal kiss I fcking love you." He what?!

Ypu stared at him with wide eyes, not being able to process what you just heard.

"...WHAT?"

"Please you won't go on this stupid date with this jerk. Please" His body tensed at the thought of you being with someone else. He couldn't get enough of you. And he wouldn't hold back anymore. He needed you to know how he felt right now.

"Toru..." You sighed, still breathless from your heating kiss. Breathless from hwaring him saying the words you've been wanting to sau to him for a while. He was the only thing that consumed your mind. You forgot all about the date until Toru brought it up. And to be honest, you gave zero f about the other guys anyway.

"I just..."he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He then opened them again, looking at me longingly.

"I just...I love you. You're everything I've been wanting in my life, and I tried to convince myself that it was all just an excitement. A burning passion. I was too stupid to think that these feelings, would just eventually go away. I- Yeah. I love you sweetheart. I want us to happen. I want us to be together. Just that."

You were burning. You felt your face burning. You felt you were not touching ground.

"Us...I like the sound if that." You smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

You pulled away. "Just so you know I love you too. So damn much."

Satoru looked at you, like you were the brightest star in his eyes. His eyes went back to your lips and softly smiled, slowly leaning in for another kiss, which you could never deny. He was kissing you with so much love. And the feeling now was even more powerful. You never thought that practice kissing with your best friend, would make you want to confess your feelings for each other. Feelings you both hidden for so long.

After the kiss session you two had, you laid back on the bed, your head on Satoru's chest, while he was placing soft kisses all over your face.

"I can't believe you're mine. I've been wanting to have like this, in my arms, for so- oh quit smiling like that at me, I can't stop messing my sentences when you look at me like that." He laughed and brought your face to his to give you a small kiss on your nose.

You laughed resting your head on his shoulder.

"Well I'll definitely take advantage of that." You teased and continued laughing.

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[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time - 2

let’s pretend that i didnt already start writing this for a separate story before i decided to just add it in for a part 2 please and thank you! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read it and my masterlist for more!

word count: 1998

You had landed a part in Star Wars after years of auditioning for any possible role. You had struck mainstream fame after a horror movie you did for Rob Zombie. They had introduced an interesting character, they wanted to give Darth Vader a devotee, of course after Padme he never loved again but they wanted to show how exactly he dealt with it immediately after her passing. The audition was a scene in which said devotee breaks after pining for his approval the entire series.

“I have given you everything I am, I betrayed everything I ever knew, and I have done everything you ever asked! Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice sounded empty, defeated, broken and angry. Unrequited love in the worst case scenario possible, falling in love with a widowed sith lord. The story outside all the theatrics however was quite the opposite.

“Chosen one, how’s your morning old man?” You taunted in a merry voice, the taller blond man just shook his head. A smirk resting on his lips as he scoffed at the weak attempt of a joke.

“You aren’t too far behind me lady,” he dropped his bag onto the blue mat next to yours. Soon Hayden towered over you awaiting the inevitable comeback, something you’d grown accustomed to during training.

“Twelve years is enough for me to give you shit big papi,” you shoved his torso once you felt your neck stiffening at the uncomfortable angle it required to look at him.

“Well I thought you two weren’t supposed to get along,” Dave Filoni, you swear you could spend hours thanking this man for his work in the Star Wars universe, afterall he did create your character.

“Dave!”

“Hayden!”

They briefly shook hands, clearly having a deep respect and adoration for each other as long time coworkers and friends. Behind Dave however was this redhead, she was older than you but still younger than Hayden. She was the trainer's assistant who very much liked to try and correct Hayden, despite him having more experience than most of us. It wouldn’t have struck a chord with you, it shouldn’t have, but when she placed her hands around his arms to adjust his ‘lightsaber’ it angered you deeply. Luckily for you she seemed to be in quite the chipper mood, “Fan- fucking -tastic,” you thought while watching her drool over him.

“-And then we’ll get started on your final battle, sound good?” Dave looked between you and Hayden, a nod coming from you both before he walked away; being replaced by the main trainer, Harry.

“Morning, Milord, lover girl, Jess.” His voice was relaxed as always, he was a gentle man despite the skills he had taught us. He could cheer you up and stop you from being discouraged one moment and then completely body slam you the next. You were forever grateful he was the trainer, because if it was that snotty bitch Jessica, you’d never catch a break. He liked to refer to us using names related to our characters to ‘get us in the headspace’ you just thought it was cute.

“Morning puff, how was the commute this morning?” You teased since he always complained about traffic, but today he gave you a knowing look. Puff was the nickname you gave him, his hair was insanely fluffy and long it also was a very light blonde.

“Well I’ll have you know it was better today, I hope that’s how your choreography goes as well since we’re gonna start breaking down your final battle today.” He grabbed a pole before swiftly turning to us, a test he’d do every now and then to see if we could spring into action. Of course, being the teacher’s pet I’d met his ‘blade’ first.

“Ah my lover girl, always quick on her feet,” his praise made you smile while he stood down, returning to his previous spot.

“She still needs to keep her legs braced properly, her stance is weak,” Jessica spat while she walked over to Harry, twirling her pole in hand cockily. To be fair she’d won many matches against you, but as of recently you had the winning streak.

“Now Jess-”

“Wanna give it a go, see how weak my stance really is?” You proposed, walking out to the middle of the mat, leaving Hayden to stand lonesome in the corner. He loved your drive, your constant need to prove yourself against that wretched woman. Not many people fancied her, it wasn’t hard to understand why, Hayden was not one of those people.

“Any day, any time, you know I’m always ready,” she quickly met you in the middle, poised for action, awaiting your first strike.

“Are you?” You had been working on this rendition of Hayden’s move, it was your personal touch to the character. It was the famous ‘Obi-Ani’ however when the saber went behind your back the blade would be downturned. From there it would switch hands, strike once it was brought forth, then switched back to your right hand. That was exactly how you started, she hadn’t been able to combat it and in the fictional universe her hand would be severed. In the real world, you hit her wrist very hard, you hoped to see the bruise later on.

“Impressive! I didn’t know you had finally polished that move, I think it will do well in the choreo.” Harry quickly declared before getting in between you two. Hayden also approached you, his hand turned your shoulder to face him.

“What even was that?” He sounded impressed, almost childlike especially with the smile that accompanied the question.

“I took your move, and I made it my own master,” you said cockily with a shit eating smile. Harry’s praise made you smile, but Hayden’s interest made you jump for joy.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

It had been a few hours now, you had gone through 4 out of 10 parts of the battle and you were starting to get frustrated. The lightsaber part had never been an issue, but the footwork on your part was intense. It had to be because by now Anakin was Darth Vader his mobility was nothing like the prequels. To keep Hayden stiff they had pads on his arms and knees to limit the movement. On top of that there was a lot of dialogue throughout the beginning, so you kept circling each other, anticipating each other's next moves.

“Again, let's slow it back dow-“

“No. Let’s do it again, I just need to keep doing this until I get it.” It wasn’t a backflip or some mind blowing parkour, however the transition from running, to sliding, up to your knees; and then trying not to fall back while Hayden pushed down on you with his saber wasn’t easy.

“Do you want me to ease up?” God sometimes you just wanted to hit him with the pole when he tried to water it down for you. He came from a good place but amidst your frustration, and Jessica’s relentless corrections you were losing control.

“No, just start again at 3”

“Okay, on your line”

And with a heavy sigh you repeated the last line of your spiel. “Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice was harsh, it was unmissable so as Hayden began his attack, you deflected with more force than normal. Your jaw was clenched and your fists tight. Your eyes were set on Hayden, it was like you were doing the scene for the actual take, hell it was like you were actually living this scenario.

“Anakin is no more, I killed hi-“

“Liar!”

You stepped forward going back into the confrontation, your sabers clashing louder than before. Grunts leaving your throat as you push your tired body to perfection, until you catch sight of Jessica. Her glare stuck on you as if you killed her favorite person, it just made you fume. The next part is when you cut off Vader’s left hand and while normally you let Hayden put his hand down, you hit the back of his hand. Finally it had clicked that you weren’t okay, something was bothering you and he had a pretty good idea why. However he remained silent and followed through with the scene.

“All this time, did you think I might fall in love with you? Your pride consumes you, padawan.”

“And your grief consumes you.” You said through clenched teeth, this was where you had to jump off a blue block they’d set up. As you jumped down, you rolled onto your knees before running at Hayden, and to avoid his saber you slid beneath it. Once you turned to face him, you hurriedly got onto one knee finally making it on time before your sabers clashed. He pushed down on you and you could feel your shoe slip against the slick fabric of the mats. You were fed up with this plastic always fucking this part up so you pushed back with all your upper body strength.

Not your best moment.

Hayden fell back as you stood up and this finally calmed you down from your mood. You breathed heavily while you walked over to help him back up, twirling your saber mindlessly. You looked down at the blonde, holding your hand out wordlessly in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just-“

“Let’s take a break, and talk about this.” Hayden interjected before hurriedly ushering you to the parking lot. There was nothing to say, it was childish of you to act out, it was embarrassing, you couldn't begin to process the emotions pooling in your stomach. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you without hesitation, he was scarily calm as you got in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver’s seat, long strides equaled less steps. Once he was seated the silence continued for a moment, you wouldn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Jessica is a hard person to be around, I’m sure you’ve had a few instances like that in the workplace. Y/N you are giving her what she wants when you get angry, people like that thrive off your misery.” Hayden Christensen, he had to be God’s favorite, he was so nice and understanding. A gentle giant trying to reason with a short psycho, perfect.

“It disappoints you as much as it does me-“

“I’m not disappointed in you, if anything I’m proud… surprised even.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, Harry assumed you would’ve chewed her head off by now. You saved me 20 bucks”

“So what I’m hearing is you think I could win in a fight.” The mood was lighter now, you both sported bright smiles while the banter continued.

“I wouldn’t have put money on you if I didn’t think you would,” he was being sincere and you knew by the way he spoke so effortlessly.

“Might not be for much longer, it’s like she gets worse everyday- that or my tolerance is getting shorter.” This time your tone sounded defeated, sure you’ve dealt with more stressful things in life, but it seemed as though you had no more patience left. Hayden quickly took note of this and used the leverage of you being a Star Wars nerd to cheer you up.

“Have faith love, everything will soon be set right… I’ve been told she’ll be transferred to a different project anyway. Someplace far far away from us,” His voice dwindled to a hushed volume, it was soothing.

“That would bring peace to the entire city.” He laughed at your brutal joke before changing the subject.

“So do you think we can go in there and try to play nice?” The question lingered for a moment before you reluctantly answered him.

“I don’t make promises.”

“But?”

“But… I will try.”

“Atta girl.”

@oogachakaooga

@lonelywitchv2

@papas-peepee

[to-the-stars8]

A Classic Set-Up

Bruce Wayne x Reader AO3 Summary: Harvey Dent thinks he is a lot more clever than he actually is by setting you and Bruce Wayne up.

It almost felt like you were in a movie scene. With the low murmur of conversations of people around you and under the low, golden restaurant light with two of the most eligible bachelors in all of Gotham felt too surreal. Too intimate. Of course, Harvey Dent had been one of your closest friends since University, so when he offered to buy you dinner at one of the best places in the city you could hardly say no. What he did not inform you was that his other closest friend, billionaire Bruce Wayne would also be in attendance. That would have been fine if Harvey hadn’t been casually dropping hints that Bruce, and you, were single every thirty seconds. You paid the remarks as little attention as you could, knowing full well of Bruce’s dating history from the tabloids. 

Harvey slung an arm behind your chair as Bruce got up to use the bathroom. “As handsome as his pictures, hm?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, but I’d appreciate a warning next time.”

Harv raised his eyebrows and ran his tongue over the top of his teeth with a slight smirk, a habit he had when he was amused. “A warning? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You only snickered since Bruce had returned to the table. Smoothing your napkin on your lap, you listened to Mr. Wayne talk about his latest work with the multiple charities that had been left behind by his late mother. There was something about Bruce Wayne, though, beyond just the pretty blue eyes and bottomless wallet, that made you want to listen to him all night. You told yourself it had to be the light mystery of the Waynes.

It had to be. 

“I’m sorry,” Harvey said suddenly, looking at his watch. “I just remembered I had a late meeting with a client. Here’s my part of theー”

“Don’t worry, Harv, I got it. Go.” Bruce said, waving a dismissive hand at him. 

Harvey hugged you goodbye before leaving the two of you with the direction that Bruce made sure you got home safe. Somehow, being alone with Bruce wasn’t as intimidating as you thought. Once your mutual friend was gone, he leaned over and said, “Did you know he planned this?”

“I figured he had,” You smiled. “I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, Bruce.”

The smile on his face was charming, and you could see why he had all of Gotham wrapped around his finger. “Not at all. In fact, this is one of the most pleasant ways I’ve ever been set up with someone.”

You looked down at your lap as you felt your face suddenly get hot. “That’s a shame, you seem like a very nice man.”

Bruce chuckled and looked away for a second. “Thank you. I try not to act like the papers make me out to be.”

You felt a bit guilty because your initial thought of him had been influenced by all the headlines of him being another himbo playboy who could hardly tie his own shoes. When you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself fall a little in love. Your mind, as rational as it was, told you to be careful but you suddenly felt brightened in his gaze. 

“You do a very good job of it,” You smiled. 

Bruce looked away again, before shyly saying, “You think so?”

“Oh, yes,” You leaned back in your seat, playing with the position of the napkin in your lap. “I wouldn’t think you're too dumb or rude at all.”

“Too dumb?”

You smirked, eyes flickering up for a moment. He seemed amused, leaning forward to hear more. It hummed, pretending like you were thinking for a few seconds before saying, “Well, Mr. Wayne, we’ve hardly had time to know each other. I think it will take more than one dinner to figure out how smart you really are.”

Bruce let out a quick, hefty laugh that had you giggling right along. Playboy or not, the man was too charming for his own good. You wondered for a second how he could manage it. Surely, you knew it had to be difficult. 

“Then, I believe we should set up a date. To measure my intelligence of course. And to appease Harvey.”

You grinned. “Yes, and to appease Harvey.”

[takiberry]

RAIN | Asakura Jo x Reader 🪽

{ if uncomfortable with jo smut, do not go beyond this point!! }

@jonillaa surprise motherfucker !!

synopsis | a rainy day alone at the &team dorms with your boyfriend, jo, while you had the idea of simply cuddling up against him and watch movies together seemed amazing but jo had something else in mind and it had something to do with his fingers

warnings | dom!jo , overstimulation, fingering, pussy eating, semi-rough sex, petnames, reader squirts then creams later on, jo being a horny fuck pt 2.

“stay still. do you want to cum or not?” jo said as he held your legs open with his free hand as the other pumped into your pussy at an insane pace, you were practically shaking and squirming around so much, jo already made you cum twice , how desperate was he to make you squirt this time? originally you two were supposed to be cuddling and watching movies but your tall boyfriend had a better idea, as he would say, and this is now the current situation. jo trying to make you squirt on a rainy day because he just simply can’t keep his hands to himself. what more could he ask for? a day alone with you? and it’s raining?? perfect for him.

“j-jo .. c-can’t do it, please..” you managed to choke out in between semi-loud moans as you continued to squirm, jo pulled out his fingers and pushed you down on the bed, his navy blue pajama shirt was halfway unbuttoned and his black hair a mess, oh how much did that turn you on seeing him like that. you still wonder how you managed to score a man like jo. you were cut off your thoughts as you felt jo’s tongue swirling against sensitive clit, your hand flew to his hair and gripped onto it tightly as jo slurped and licked your pussy like no other, he LOVED eating you out simply because you cum so quick from his tongue alone. you felt like you could fucking explode at any moment with how amazing your boyfriend is with his tongue, plus his plump lips sucking on your clit, it was insane at this point.

jo pulled himself away from your pussy and chuckled at the whine you let out, you were so close to cumming and jo decided to edge you? how mean!! “ ‘ou gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” he asked you as he moved himself up to hover over you, you stared up at him with small tears in your eyes, nodding slowly. you felt so overstimulated but you want more. jo chuckled yet again as he pushed his long cock into you, a small groan passing his lips while his hand holds your hip to help himself sink more into you. he moved his hand to your lower stomach as he felt the bulge, sighing in pleasure as he thrusted ever so slowly before speeding up inhumanely , he gets turned on so easily with how much smaller you are than him plus his cock practically imprinting into you with how long he is.

nothing else was being heard other than the sound of jo’s bed creaking, you sweet moans, skin slapping against one another and the rain outside. ( plus the music jo had turned on in case his members decided to come home early. )

jo kissed your neck as he continuously and mercilessly pounded his cock into you, loving the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him. your moans are music to his ears and he left hickeys on your neck to your collarbone. “so cute, my baby taking me so well,hm?” he said as he kissed the hickeys he left, you felt an odd sensation, the need to pee but the need to release as well..? you squirmed a bit and whined as jo held you down on the bed, his hips never stopping. “aw, what’s the matter, love?” he asked with fake sympathy, you whined again in response causing jo to scoff. “use your words, pup.” he said yet again as his grip on your hip tightened along with his thrusts gradually getting rougher. you couldn’t hold the sensation back anymore and let it go, moaning and whining loudly as tears fell down your face.

jo looked down and saw that his bottom half was practically soaked, the lower end of his shirt now being an even darker blue as he chuckled, continuing his thrusts which caused you to whine out and squirm, feeling extra overstimulated but that didn’t stop jo.

“aww, baby, you squirted. hm, let’s see how many more times you can do that. you can handle, yeah? think you can do that for me, princess?”

{ this wasnt requested, im in a &t brainrot }

[merp-blerp]

A Gaylor Interpretation of "So High School"

Overblown Analysis Under the Cut ↓

Woo, I hope no one tries to throw hands with me on this one. I feel like I'm summoning demons and not the cool kind. Oh well, the block button is free—let's go!

"I feel so high school every time I look at you"

So it's a common Gaylor belief that this song is about TK, but not in a romantic or positive way. For most average people, high school is a moderate to terrible time period. You're body's changing and you're finding yourself still, which can lead to awkward moments. You're continuing to learn that the world is not as bright as you might've thought it was when you were a little kid. You might have to deal with the stress of school, other people's drama and bullying, etc.

The general interpretation of feeling "so high school" has been more in line with the romanticized made-for-movies version of high school. The well-adjusted every-girl gets the dream boy and lives happily ever after. But if one's high school years can be moderate to terrible, feeling so high school might not be so wonderful, especially since the made-for-movies high school experience isn't real. I went to a small, neurodiverse high school, so my experience might be skewed, but no one ever dated, and if they did it didn't last forever, no one felt like or acted like an "adult", not everyone got along, there were no real cliques, not many were nearly as horny as teens are in movies, etc. It wasn't terrible for me, but no High School Musical-type dream.

And I know Taylor had to deal with bullying when she was in high school. If Taylor feels so high school with TK, she might feel juvenile, vulnerable, uncomfortable, anxious, depressed, etc.

"I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you"

I was lucky to not be bullied in high school, but I was in elementary school. You definitely scope out where your bullies are and hide from them if you can when in the same room as them. Now I can't know if TK has bullied Taylor in any way, but he does have a temper like a bully. I mean look at his infamous blow-up towards a coach at the Superbowl.

The general idea is that this line depicts Taylor playfully hiding from her crush/boyfriend. But this line doesn't coincide with her other lines about being in crowds with her lover(s). "Love Story", "Timeless", "Dress", "Question...?", etc, mention Taylor and her lover meeting, flirting, or more in a crowd. She might leave the crowd or say she doesn't like them, but she doesn't hide in crowds in love songs. In non-love songs like "The Story of Us", she ignores her subject in the crowd, or at least doesn't interact with them, like here. And even then she might not be hiding from the subject in "TSOU" per se. If this were a love song, Taylor would be interacting with her lover in some way, not hiding, as is typical in Taylor's music. And the thematic motifs usually matter with Taylor. So this isn't a love song.

"And in a blink of a crinkling eye // I'm sinking, our fingers entwined"

So this bearding relationship happened fast it seems. In the blink of an eye. I know there are theories about Joe ending his business with Taylor early, causing her to clamor for a new beard for her fans to love even more than Joe so that whatever plan she might have could still happen the way she needs. Taylor also wrote this song before the narrative with TK began, so clearly this was planned for a while. Maybe since the Midnights MV trailer debuted during an NFL game more or less?

A crinkling eye often signifies happiness in body language, but who's to say she's the one with a crinkling eye? Maybe it's TK because he knows the setup will put him on the map.

Taylor also describes herself as sinking. Usually if one describes themselves as sinking, they are deep in a negative emotion. But the happy vibe of this song's surface masks all the undertones of these feelings. "Sinking" to the inattentive or blissfully ignorant ear becomes happiness. Just like with this bearding with TK. Taylor's unmoored or even anxious facial expressions at games become a "resting face", even though Taylor's never had a resting bitch face like that from what I've seen.

"Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights // Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me"

You can blush from being with your lover/crush, but you can also blush from embarrassment. Travis has definitely had embarrassing public moments that even people outside of Gaylor circles cringe at, like the Viva Las Vegas thing at the Super Bowl. The twinkling lights could be stadium lights or camera lights, as this bearding has been so public, cameras always in their faces as they frequently have publicized meetups, even some of their "private" ones having paparazzi photos most often from what I've seen.

"Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me" feels like a weird question coming from Taylor, as she's always been everywhere, so who can really remember the first time they saw her? It's like asking the first time you saw grass—it's everywhere. So this seems to be a part of the dream high school narrative, like when the guy first sees the girl walking towards him in slow motion, which is impossible in real life. Or maybe Taylor means the first time TK saw a good money deal in her.

"I'll drink what you think, and I'm high // From smoking your jokes all damn night // The brink of a wrinkle in time // Bittersweet sixteen suddenly"

Taylor was often seen drinking tons at TK's games, even helping advertise things like Casa Azul, an alcoholic drink he invested in (and the logo's facing out like a sponsorship, very Truman Show theory). Drinking what he thinks could be this. And as we've been over with all the Viva Las Vegas of it all, TK is arguably not funny in the way he wants to be. Even showmanship-mode Taylor looked like she wanted to squirm in the Vegas clip. I also know that, while I don't like to get too into speculating about this personally, some suspect Taylor of being on some kind of substance that could get her high when she's with TK. And if "TTPD" is really about Taylor, she smokes. She's certainly not uncomfortable with the idea/fact that she smokes. If she had to get through being with TK "all damn night" she might get drunk or high to do so.

According to this YouTube video, the phrase "a wrinkle in time" means "a distortion or alteration in the flow of time" (the video feels manufactured as hell, but it's what I got, deal with it). Taylor then mentions "Bittersweet sixteen suddenly". A prevailing theme in Taylor's music is the feeling/fear of never growing up and feeling like she's stuck at the age she was when she became famous, 16 years old. It's bittersweet sixteen because she got her dreams but at the expense of her having to mostly hide who she was and enter a draining industry. She feels like time is wrinkled and she's stuck, hiding who she is like she's a closeted country kid again. The bearding is helping her stay in the good graces of the public, but at what cost? In "Fifteen", Taylor mentions "Well, in your life you'll do things // Greater than dating the boy on the football team // I didn't know it at fifteen" and that she swore she was going to marry her first date but "I realized some bigger dreams of mine". This song is like the fantasy Taylor believed in when she was younger, but in "Fifteen" she warns that it doesn't happen that way. So why would it now? She's selling a dream with this bearding. Just like high school in the movies, this relationship isn't real. The sixteen is bittersweet because she's past fifteen and knows who she's "supposed to be", but acts like she isn't that with TK.

However, she's also on the brink of this wrinkle in time; usually, brink can mean the start, but it can be a crucial point as if maybe this beard is the beginning of the end with her closeting. Alternatively, Taylor could be saying that bearding with TK reminds her of the brink or start of her closeting when she was sixteen and in high school. (And I know A Wrinkle In Time is a book series too, but my memory of the book is very fuzzy, so I won't get into it since I'm not equipped for it)

"I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night // Your friends are around, so be quiet // I'm trying to stifle my sighs // 'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you // But look at you // Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah"

I've never seen American Pie, but I've heard it's a pretty crass film. I don't know Taylor, so I can't discern whether or not she actually likes American Pie, but it's worth noting that she can watch the film and not actually enjoy it. American Pie is also a high school movie, once again using the fake dream high school tropes. And while it might not be related, I can't help but think about the song, "American Pie" by Don McLean, a song that could be interpreted about so many things. But to me, in its simplest form, it's about the death of the kitschy, sweet '50s Americana in the wake of several tragedies in '59 and the '60s, starting with the deaths of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper in a plane crash, known as "the day the music died". There are so many little parallels between that song and Taylor's discography that I could probably make a post about that alone. But for now, the "American Pie" could be "1950s shit" dying, Taylor watching the death of bearding as she gets through the last act.

From a romantic point of view, I don't get why Taylor would have to be quiet around TK's friends. Shouldn't she be hanging with them a la "We can let our friends crash in the living room" or something? Maybe from this perspective, it's supposed to be a reference to public sexual activity. But I of course don't think this song's romantic, so maybe she's telling him to be quiet about fake relationship deal discussions so the friends won't potentially blab. And a sigh can be serene, but also apathetic, exhausted, or drained. There's so much wiggle room for everything in this song to be taken negatively.

"Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me) // It's just a game, but really (really) // I'm bettin' on all three for us two (all three)"

More dream high school references. Marry, Kiss, or Kill (which I'll call MKK) is a common game younger people play and it has many variations. If not played mindfully it can be dehumanizing; for example, it would be okay to play MKK with the options being fictional characters, but maybe not when you bring peers into the mix. Maybe MKK is like bearding. Is TK going to play the game and choose which one he'll do with Taylor? "Kill" I imagine would be to scuff up her rep by association. Taylor bets on all three. In the wake of Taylor skipping a game (against my city's home team—thanks hun! 😝), walking around NYC on the day of, likely causing breakup concerns I imagine, and the real or fake Full Scope leak, the kill might be happening/continuing now. TK and Taylor did their deal (kiss), there's the theory that the narrative might be that he proposed (marry), and she'll ghost, one of them likely going to be painted as the heartbreaker (kill). Wanting to be out of the bearding, Taylor emphasizes the "kill me" and "really" part before "all three". And like MKK, bearding takes random people and sets them up one way or another with limited options. It's a childish game.

"Get my car door, isn't that sweet? (That sweet) // Then pull me to the backseat (backseat) // No one's ever had me (had me), not like you"

I've gone on before about vehicles, primarily cars, in Taylor's music representing the closet, misbehaving/sinning, and the freedom in the closet/privacy, mostly in my "BDILH" analysis. TK is her beard, so he opens her closet door so she can reside inside. But she's in the backseat. Typically, it's implied that either Taylor's driving the car or in the passenger seat. I feel like her being in the backseat implies that this bearding is in such a way that she's not doing what she usually does, which is having the beard be more like the Ken/accessory to her Barbie. Some of her fans are so obsessed with this beard that it's like she's in the "backseat" of their minds thanks to him having his own very loud public persona that contends with her's. Or maybe it's like she's very deep in the closet with this bearding. No bearding has ever been quite like this, with how popular the couple is and how everywhere it's been. And saying "Isn't that sweet?" could be sarcastic.

"Truth, dare, spin bottles // You know how to ball, I know Aristotle"

Similar to MKK, Truth or Dare (TOD), or Spin the Bottle (STB) are young adult games that can be dehumanizing or scary for the players. STB especially sets random people up romanticly through a kiss, and usually the player must kiss someone they don't want to kiss in order for it to be "fun", like bearding. TOD forces its players to tell a true answer to a hard question or pick a dare and be forced to do a thing they don't want to do. Taylor having to choose between fake dating vs. telling the truth of her queerness is much like TOD.

Taylor points out why she and TK are opposite and why the relationship is so far-fetched. She is very academically inclined and he's a jock. It occasionally works in the movies. It's not impossible in real life, but reality is more complex than the opposites-attract trope in media.

"Brand new, full-throttle // Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto"

Reminds me of "Hand on the throttle" from "The Prophecy", which I took in several different ways in the second part of my analysis for it. I mention throttle meaning to control fuel on a machine, so in slang, it often means go. You can also throttle someone, meaning to kill them by strangulation. So here this could mean 1) Taylor is super-fueling this bearding, but it will die, 2) Taylor became a character that was unexpected when she started bearding with this guy who was different from all other beards, or 3) Taylor will become something brand new and kill the old Taylor after the bearding.

I've heard the words "Grand Theft Auto" aren't capitalized in the CD booklet. I'm away at college and didn't bring my CDs with me, so I can't check that for myself. But if this is the case, this line could be some kind of reference to TK's friends and their lack of responsibility, as Taylor has to direct TK in his role as "boyfriend". Or they could just be playing the video game GTA. If vehicles are symbols of the closet, TK's friends stealing cars (or playing a game where I assume you steal cars), that might signify that they are also in fake relationships. Outside of his teammates assumedly, I don't know who TK's friends are, so I don't know how to form an opinion on if that's the case. I know there's the joke (?) theory that TK is dating this guy that's always lurking around when Taylor and TK are on a "date". But just throwing it out there.

And again, she asks him to put his hands on her (probably not in a sexual way necessarily—but then again there was that one beach ass groping pap photo and I think him doing the same thing at a party or something...) while people are around, acting like a couple in front of others so they're convincing.

"It's true, swear, scouts honor (yeah) // You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her // Brand new, full-throttle (yeah) // You already know, babe // You already know, babe"

One of the most laughable things about this bearding is that even the general public has to be convinced that TK and Taylor are a real couple. Here Taylor doubles down on the convincing, so much so that it makes it feel even more fake, which honestly might be the goal. It's sarcasm.

Taylor mentions scouts, as in Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, or Cub Scouts presumably (there are many types of scouts). There was never such thing as a "gender-neutral" type of the scouts everyone knows of until recently (apparently, I've never seen it in real life but I've heard about it on the news). They were always only girls in Girls Scouts and boys in Boy Scouts/Cub Scouts. They were usually separated by gender. So this line could almost be seen as a gay joke if Taylor's referring to herself as a scout or someone only around other girls. The actual hand symbol for "scouts honor" was (and still is I'm assuming) holding three fingers up on your right hand. When a person uses the term "scouts honor" when telling the truth it's usually to add humor and maybe even hint that they're lying, which supports the idea that this song is tongue-in-cheek. "Scouts honor" can also be a slang term for using three fingers on a vagina during sex. No, sapphics don't own fingering, but I feel like it's pretty associated with us and I've definitely seen straight people make jokes about how fingering needs to "come back" when it never left for a lot of sexually active sapphics. And as a few extra tidbits, the Cub Scout salute is what has also been popularized as the "lesbian salute", with two fingers being placed on your temple. And the Cub Scouts version of scouts honor is two spread-out fingers like a peace sign, very similar to all the peace signs/two signs during the TTPD era.

Even when first listening to this song on TTPD's release day, I couldn't help but find the "you knew what you wanted" line a bit... creepy from the "you" person's end. It doesn't have to be creepy, I know, but it feels somewhat cat-call-y to me for some reason. But if TK wanted to get more famous so bad, going to the lengths to get into a fake relationship, he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

"You already know, babe" is as if TK already knows his role as "boyfriend". I don't know if TK's been in fake relationships before Taylor, but I'm sure he knows what he's supposed to do.

"I feel like laughing in the middle of practice // Do that impression you did of your dad again // I'm hearing voices like a madman

As mentioned, this song was written before the TK narrative publicly happened and before the ever-changing lore behind them. Practice is likely Eras Tour practice. So if she's practicing the choreography for this very song, it might feel ridiculous and cause Taylor to laugh, especially since the choreo seems to be inspired by the rehearsed body language from TK's football games (or vice versa) Tay attends, she's brought the choreo itself to the games too, and outside of tour choreo she's been repeating movements from the first game to the latest (to date) one she's been to like she's bookending it. It's a performance.

@lavendergaaayze had an interesting take on the dad line. About how TK has these angry blowups and that it could be learned behavior from a father. I don't follow this man or his family, so I in no way can add to this take with evidence, but that'd be really personal on TK's end, so there theoretically wouldn't be any to find anyway, or at least it'd be hard.

Hearing voices isn't very romantic sounding to me. It goes along with all the asylum/mental illness themes with TTPD. I don't know why love or lust would make you hear voices. Maybe in a "you drive me crazy" way, but do people usually go as far as to say they hear voices? It could just be a thing I'm unaware of, but my point with all these lyrics is that they could be seen as romantic, but they can also be seen as not romantic on the flip side.

I admittedly don't listen to this song a ton (it's not terrible or anything, I just don't), but it's very masterful through this lens. Even the instrumentation of it screams high school movie, aka not real and parody-like. It's not like other high school-themed songs that feel more grounded in reality, such as "Suburban Ledgands" or "MAATHP". It feels very similar to other parody-like songs she's made.

Thanks for reading!

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nightmare on elm street | 141 x gn! reader

Sypnosis; The rookie is... strange.

Contents; swearing, reader is a psychopath lmao, drabble

there's something unsettling about you.

sure, ghost wore a mask adorned with a well drawn human skull on it, konig from KorTac towered over every man in his squad and others, alexandro from los vaquiros' iron will was unmatched.

you weren't the biggest. you weren't the fastest nor the smartest.

you weren't as big and bad as the other soldiers. so what made you have such an uncomfortable aura?

your sickeningly sweet smile that seemed to stretch to your ears made ghost squint. the way you tiptoed into rooms with not even a sound suprised even konig. the way you managed to guess what alexandro was gonna say before it even left his mouth made him shudder.

☆

it was late. maybe 11:35 at night, most of the squadron was asleep. ghost was never much of a sleeper - not knowing what could attack while he was at his most vulnerable brought back bad memories. he sat quietly outside his tent, joint loosely tucked between his unmasked lips.

"hi ghost."

the latter shot up from his idle position on his stool to pull his mask up after throwing his blunt somewhere further along.

"fuckin' 'ell. ya scared me, rookie."

you grinned. that awful, god forsaken grin. it made your face contort into something strange - almost scary. the smile felt like it came out of one of those trashy horror movies from the 90's. he could tell your cheeks strained from how large it was, and he shifted in his seat.

your head tilted to the side and a silence took over you before you answered.

"sorry, ghost." your smile didn't falter and ghost felt his skin crawl.

"'m headed back. go too." his reply was rushed and he couldn't muster up the courage to look into your eyes again.

☆

working with the 141 was a pleasure in disguise. konig was shy, anxious too, and his almost seven foot tall frame didn't do him much of a favor. but even though his rough exterior frightened others, they didn't seem to even bat an eye at him. most of them, at least.

captain price was speaking to everyone and his gaze seemed drawn to konig. like he was watching something. surveilling it.

then price shifted his eyes to him again - rather, behind him, and he paused. within the silence he could make out slow breathing from behind him.

"I'm listening, captain. don't worry."

konig jumped and turned to your figure standing oddly still. your eyes already were scouting his features and even though his mask was heavy on his face, he felt as though you could see right through it. he felt sweat pool at his forehead

"sorry for scaring you." you smiled, and walked further into the room.

ghost whispered to him.

"weird lad, that one."

he can agree on that.

☆

it was rare for alexandro to say he loved his job, but in moments like this, where his hand brushed the drink in his hand ( probably vodka, maybe whiskey, who knows? ) and he could hear the laughter of his squadron behind him, he felt content. after a successful mission, los vaquiros and the 141 decided to have a jolly frolic at the pub in town. that's what soap said.

alexandros feet tapped the stool lightly to the rhythm of the music until price's voice brought him back.

"ya okay, mate?" soap whispered to him. "ya good enough to drive back?" he grinned, and alexandro chuckled.

"yeah, si. i don't feel like drinking, I guess." he turns his body towards the scottish man, and sighs. complaining to a very much not sober johnny doesnt sound appealing. somebody takes the empty seat next to him but he doesnt bother to turn.

"you've had a rough week, huh? it's hard being a soldier, but you'll get used to it." your voice. the 141's infiltration operator. the ... strange one.

alexandro turns to your face already staring back at him. it's unsettling, and the little alcohol in his stomach stirs inside him.

"oh, I forgot. you've been in here for a while, haven't you?" his browns connect in his frown. did you not know who he was? or did you not care? or were you trying to spite him?

how did you know him? he never talked to you before.

"guess so." alexandro never felt like that before. like prey. like a lamb staring a lion into its eye.

you didn't speak much after that. you stared at the group of men playing darts and chuckled when one of them almost got hit.

who are you?

A/N; this sucks lol

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Turquoise smoke (Enzo Reyes x Reader)

Angst/ GORE/ one chaotic Reyes/ torture/ random military shit I don't understand/ loss/ heavy pinning

- Reyes never thought he'd end up facing the stress of thinking he lost the love of his life. It had to be a wakeup call, as he never truly confessed how he felt until your ghost appeared at the gates of the base with a promotion and your wittiness intact.

🐥I friggin love writing Reyes 💕

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You weren't even supposed to be on this mission, your presence was a last minute addition. Reyes didn't shy away from voicing up his discomfort and as always, his complains were shut down. After all, SpecGru needed as much help as it could get and for your superiors you were just one face amongst a big platoon. Said mission, involved the SpecGru forces to return valuable stolen Intel as well as the "elimination" of a newly founded terrorist organization. It's HQ was hidden underground on the frontiers of an abandoned village called Türkisfarbene Wiese (Turquoise meadow) therefore this mission was called the Turquoise operation.

Reyes knew you were a badass and could handle yourself perfectly well but this particular mission was nuts and he was adamant on keeping you away from the danger, but the only person equally as stubborn as him (surprisingly and to his dismay) was you. So for your big pair of ovaries YOU had to go and he had to keep quiet about it.

"Are you so afraid of my well-being, Enzo? Do you have a crush on me or something?"

He remembers the way you teased him with that stupid little smirk he wanted to rob you with a kiss. Of course he denied your claims and acted angry all the way there, but fuck he had no idea that would be the last time he'd see you. If only he had known... He would have confessed the feelings he had harboured for you ever since you two begun bantering for the first time.

Enzo scratches his beard aggressively (a nervous tick you always made fun of) sitting on an uncomfortable metallic chair on a far corner of an interrogation room as he replays how the mission went, the sounds of grunts and screams of the room he was in while unanswered questions were thrown became a background noise as his mind projected the symphony of war and carnage of the day he lost you. Reyes remembers the moment they had to call for evac, a rain of bullets falling upon you all as the enemy troops had managed to ambush your three teams at the same bloody time in the middle of the misty night. Most of your soldiers' lives were wasted as the mission had just begun, you didn't even have the chance to focus your attention on one single place when the enemy had surrounded your landing spot, many armed men came from every direction but luckily you managed to hide yourself behind a crusty, rotten fence as it was your only cover while you tried to stop the bleeding from a shot on your thigh. To Enzo's absolute terror the enemy had found you before he could approach and defend your position and snatched your wounded body away just as the friendly helicopter rushed to get the remaining operators out of the butchery of the warzone. His body shivered at the memory of how you screamed when they jabbed a blade into your lower back until one of the terrorists convinced the other to keep you as bait along with a few other soldiers. How your eyes, those eyes normally full of amusement and happiness morphed into panic looking at Reyes as he ascended into the air with the others restraining him from jumping out of the heli to get you.

No one ever saw Reyes without you. Who was Reyes without his (y/n)? Another dumb bastard with no reason to fight but money, the little care he held for humanity vanished compleatly when they left you behind on the enemy's claws.

Your team spent one week with no clue on where you were being kept at, until suddenly out of nowhere, the enemy mailed a couple of videos to your distraught Team Leader. Videos that seemed to have been taken out of a horror movie, videos of your torturers doing things to your body that drove your whole unit nuts. Reyes remembers watching them wide-eyed but emotionless, his autumn eyes never leaving you beautiful damaged and bloodied face from the screen even when the others had to look away or straight up leave the room because they refused to see their dear comrades being handled like that.

You were (Y/n) the unbreakable, the most agile and loyal soldier SpecGru has ever been blessed to have, the comedy relief, everyone's best friend, Reyes' everything. His bunny, his love. They seemed to know how much you meant for your team and your leader, so their tortures were much crueller with you and because of this everyone instantly came to the conclusion that you were dead, because there was simply no way a normal human being could survive for so fucking long the horrors they had put you through.

Laswell and a team she selected personally tracked your location the same day the terrorists sent those videos. Reyes was the first to volunteer to go after you, but Team Leader was sane enough to leave the Canadian out of the rescue mission knowing his impulsiveness could risk the lives of his other teammates and the other hostages, so Enzo waited and waited and finally the team had returned. Not with you, but with the head of the terrorist organization and the other operators they had captured and tortured.

The same man who tortured and played with your beautiful body, who made you scream and make noises that Reyes thought he'd never hear coming from your mouth, that monster was sitting in the same room as him.

Gus and Nova were in charge to keep a close eye on Reyes as well as torture the information out of the captured bastard. But after hours of painful interrogation, none of them got the answers they wanted. Gus, frustrated, let out a raged shout and shoved the auxiliary cart to the side making it rattle loudly as it crashed against the wall almost dropping the torture tools to the floor after his last fruitless attempt to make the villain speak sense. The only words coming from him were broken pleas for mercy, what a coward. Nova was in distress wanting nothing more than to go back to her quarters and cry, and Reyes? He had enough watching from the sidelines and decided to stand up and do something because these two weren't going anywhere with this guy. He probably didn't even know where his own men dropped your body, bastard.

The chair screeched against the floor as Reyes slowly stood up, Gus and Nova had no energy to send him back to his seat, they heard his footsteps approaching slowly but with confidence.

"You took her from me." He spoke emotionless with a blank expression inspecting the bloodied tools in their metallic container. 'These won't suffice' he thought, so he decided to take action with his own hands. Reyes walked to the killer's front, one hand launched forwards and gripped the neck of his shirt while the other rose with a shaky fist ready to hit the criminal square in the nose.

"YOU TOUCHED HER," one punch, "YOU TORTURED HER," another punch, "YOU MURDERED HER," another punch this time cracking bone and his own knuckles, "YOU HID HER FUCKING BODY!" One last punch, before he spared the bastard a few seconds to spit out some broken teeth. "AND YOU EXPECT MERCY WHEN YOU SHOWED NONE!" Enzo gritted his teeth in enraged.

Nova and Gus held him back just when he was about to launch to take a tool from the auxiliary cart to stab the bloodied man to death. Reyes violently squirmed on their hold struggling to push away the other operators, animalistic snarls and yells echoed through the small room. Gus made a quick move to disarm the heartbroken soldier "YOU TOOK HER FROM ME-!" Nova pleaded Enzo to stop with broken sobs, but Reyes couldn't listen as he poured his aching heart, his eyes quickly filled with angry tears he refused to shed "YOU ROBBED ME...!! YOU-!"

"STOP!" Nova slapped him so hard his whole body shagged to the side, Gus huffed in effort trying to pull him up, then proceeded to sit the heaving brunette on the chair he previously sat on, bloodied knuckles shaking on his lap, his dark chocolate hair hiding his expression from the pitied stares from his comrades. The two of them shared a heavy look, Gus nods and Nova sighs trying to hide her pain putting a neutral expression.

"Where is she. It's a simple question."

The man stayed silent except from some wet pants and gargles trying to spit the flowing blood from his broken mouth and nose to the floor. Nova continued.

"Let's make this easy, i don't want to hurt you."

"But I will." Reyes clears.

"Mae, stop." Gus tried to warn Enzo, but this only seemed to infuriate him further.

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOLE! We've got the bastard where we wanted and now you blink!?" Enzo yells, his voice lazed with heartbreak showing more emotion than he had shown this whole week without you. There was a pregnant pause amongst the three operators, the anger and resentment was palpable. The loss struck them too hard, but they had to remain professional or else this whole interrogation would be for nothing.

"We've got orders and we will stick to them, luv..." Nova said calmly but Reyes had other plans. The images he had seen on the monitor haunted him until today, he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat more than a few sad portions of fruit Gus forced him to have, if he wasn't complaining about what happened or keeping tabs on the investigation he kept quiet. Reyes had become too hot to hold, the bubble of suppressed emotions did nothing but grow and grow the longer they spent searching for a trace of your body and now it had to explode or else he'd lose his god-damned mind more than he already has.

The culprit just sits here in total silence. Seeing his pathetic non-cooperative self pushed Reyes to ready himself to have the tumor that infected his life extirpated just like he had done to you.

Enzo stands up again, slower this time to feign a much calmer state as not to alert his teammates. He huffs, licks his lower lip and nods.

"Yeah?... Yeah, well fuck that."

Gus felt a firm tug on his belt, a shuffle from the man in front of him and in a blink the hostage's brains were scattered all over the stone floor reaching the wall and a small portion of the ceiling behind him. Reyes had snatched Gus' shotgun out of his holder and ended the captive's life like one would kill a bug with a sandal. The gore was so impacting that Nova, wide-eyed and frightened, turned away quickly facing the opposite wall where the exit was with both hands covering her ears, the ringing of the shot rattled her head like a thousand nails. Gus stared in shock, watching every detail of the open skull that a second ago was a head, his heartbeats were so strong he could hear nothing but them, his knees slightly shaking with adrenaline. Meanwhile Reyes spat on the body, the splutter of saliva mixed with the scrambled brain matter on the cracked shell of the criminal's cranium. The only clue that incriminated Enzo of what he had done was a droplet of blood that landed on his sleeve. He'll have to wash that later with much satisfaction that he had avenged you after all.

"This look suits the son of a bitch better don't ya think?" Reyes smirks at his frozen and silent companions to later look down at the corpse with a sneer "This is for my (Y/n), you little bitch." He spat once more, throwing a stomp that landed right onto what resembled an eyeball.

Enzo handed Gus the shotgun but the Rican was still in shock refusing to look at his brother in arms while clenching his fists to his sides trying to cease their tremble, so Reyes simply dropped the weapon to the floor beside his petrified friend, the sound of the clattering firearm made Gus flinch before Reyes stormed out opening the metal door with a hard shove, several people were already rushing in to see what the fuck just happend alerted by the shot. Nova yelled Enzo's name from inside the torture room, the initial scare had frozen her on the spot not letting a single step be planted, her voice echoed through the hall calling for him as Enzo, suddenly feeling lighter, left the place and his shocked mates further behind with each rushed step he took.

"(Y/n), I did it. I finally did it." He whispered down to your dog tags that hanged from his neck "What now...?"

What now? You weren't coming back to him. Did he feel any better for killing your killer? He felt lighter before until it turned into nothing. Reyes now could only feel bitterness because the pain didn't lessen, because you weren't there to congratulate or annoy him with one of your witty lines to cheer him up. His breathing got heavier, he need you to breath for him again because he couldn't breath for you as you were no longer here, he'd give you his lungs, all of his organs and his very soul so you could still be roaming in the land of the living. Nova once told him it was easier to fight for a person rather than a flag. Now that he knows what it is to lose said person, he regrets wanting to have you in the first place. How cruel could you be that even if he never told you that he loved you you managed to cut him so deep by leaving him behind when he was still trying to plan a way to confess? You left without hearing what he wanted to say. You cruel, unfair bitch.

His lower lip wobbles, his hand fisted your dog tags so hard his bloodied knuckles stung, but he cuts it soon with a sigh. Reyes rolled his shoulders lighting up a cig heading to the exit when suddenly someone grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the brick wall dropping the cig with the harsh impact on his back. Team Leader.

"TL! And then I thought you'd miss all the fun. Weren't you in a meeting?"

"What the HELL happened in there, Reyes!?"

"I solved all our problems, that's what happened." Reyes said with not a single ounce of regret.

This was the last straw. TL punched Reyes on his stomach making the operator fold forwards with a loud cough as he fought not to vomit his breakfast. Team Leader looked down at him with disappointed but very notable pain and desperation. He finally caught the bastard, SpecGru finally had the chance to track your body so they could accomplish the mission that remained paused, but Enzo had to mess everything up like always. He was an uncontrolled animal that only stayed alive because god had condemned a crueler fate for him, to live in grief. Reyes was a soldier so driven by his negative emotions he'd end up dragging all of you to hell with him, and that is something TL feared as he knew that the only person who could tame the beast within him was you. And you were laying dead somewhere.

"Tell me how we are going to find her now. TELL ME!" Screamed the older man, his booming voice never affecting the already broken operator.

TL's paternal instincts over you were strong, they were so strong that unlike Reyes and most of the others, he couldn't bare to watch the tapes of your torture and the audios from the torturers confirming your death. Instead, he confided in Laswell to pretty much give him the most important details and help with your disappearance however she could. Both men were very important to you, a father figure and a love interest, and their aching hearts at your loss roared louder than ever as suddenly Kate Laswell's head popped in from the exit, the alarm in her eyes speaking a thousand words that vented from her mouth in one single sentence.

"She's been spotted at the gates of the base."

Everything was a blur then. Reyes ran for his life almost knocking the poor woman in the middle of his sprint and dropping his pack of cigarettes to the floor.

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How in god's name you managed to walk so many miles from where they had kept you to the base was beyond them. They said you carried a superhuman strength with a remarkable will to live because at the sight of you, all of your teammates and even TL (against his own paternal love for you) could only think death was the best option for you, a mercy even.

Was it a blessing or a curse that you were still alive and breathing? Reyes pondered over this when he managed to push pass the crowd of people surrounding your bed at the infirmary only to be kicked out of the room by TL and the other nurses.

Your feet were covered in blisters, one of your arms was broken, you had multiple scratches and grime covering your skin and torn uniform, a split lip, a bleeding eye from a vertical cut that went from your hairline to your higher cheek (an eye you'll end up losing, sadly), suffered a grave head trauma, all of your nails from your feet to your hands were missing, a shot-through leg and you were showing signs of strong anxiety at the feeling of many eyes on you, that's why TL had cleared the room before you could speak to him privately about what happened since you were in no condition to write a full report, he wrote it for you as he listened and waited for you to finish so he could ask his own questions and express his obvious worry.

Even after the nightmare you had endured you chose to live and complete the mission alone. You kept loyal to SpecGru even when they had left you behind during the retreat, you didn't feel a speck of betrayal and your TL couldn't be more prouder and guilty, his admiration and respect for you earned you a raise and you were soon promoted. You used the little strength you had left to explain your story in full detail before you collapsed, this is the info TL had collected:

After they tortured and threw you to a lake in the middle of nowhere because you wouldn't talk and your team was taking far longer than they had liked to come get you, you woke up when some fishermen dragged your body away from the shore. Once him and his family had healed some of your wounds, you forced yourself to return where you came from and managed to recover the Intel SpecGru considered lost, later infiltrated and rescued the civilians and the other operators who got captured and tortured finding them a provisional hideout until they could contact anyone from outside the village, you left the morning after and exploded the factory the enemy used for their suppliers to deploy their weapons and ammunition, uncovered their contacts and said suppliers by hacking on their database before you scaped the enemy's territory and found a way to contact the CIA when you were leaving the village as the others had already found SpecGru's rescue team. Sadly they had already parted to the base and simply couldn't return to get you because of the fatal wounds all of the hostages had suffered, they couldn't trade over eleven lives for just one lost soldier. (Of course no one told Reyes about this or hell would have broken lose.) Being left behind again, you stole an enemy vehicle and drove until it ran out of gas, managed to sneak inside a trash truck and got off to walk all the way from one city to the base. All of this carrying a heavy bag filled with Intel and other important stuff, a half melted revolver, a shit ton of ammunition, one improvised knife and a grenade you explained you'd have used as a last resort to explode yourself with the important documents and information about SpecGru if the enemy managed to find you again.

You passed out two days ago and the word spread around base about your incredible accomplishments and your well-deserved promotion. Reyes easily snook inside your room by the window and kept sneaking in for two more days until TL officially allowed him the entry after getting a worried call from the doc. Enzo kept close watch on you and didn't allow anyone in but the nurse. He could do nothing but stare at you as if you were a painting displayed in a museum, untouchable and beautiful, his darling lay there all wrapped in bandages, your cheerful, teasing expression was a mere echo as your swollen face and puffy split lip showed nothing but exhaustion, you were unrecognizable. You didn't look like yourself and he blamed himself every day for it, but at least he could touch you, at least you were breathing and that's all that mattered.

It's the fifth day and Reyes has to leave for a few weeks to another fucking mission when he hasn't even fully recovered psychologically from what happened in the Turquoise operation.

Before he left, instead of giving you your dog tags back, he gave you his own placing them on the table next to you. As expected by doc, you woke up one day later after Reyes' departure (The luck on this guy...) And girl, you were in so much pain. But it was the comfort you received by waking up to the blinding reflection of the window's light hitting the dog tags that after close inspection you found they belonged to Reyes, what made the pain worth it. The pain of being alive. The sweet ache of getting one more chance to be with Reyes. Reyes...

"R-Reyes..." You whimper out.

"Holy fuck." Nova exclaimed startling you a bit. "Oh shit!" She cursed stumbling from her chair before she properly stood up "BOLLOCKS!" She yells this time making you squint and flinch at the squawking sound of her voice. She gave you a half-assed apology before she ran out of the room to call for the doctor.

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The following week was nuts. Adapting to having one eye and trying to recover from the bullet wound from your thigh, fractured arm and other pains all across your body was difficult, but you made progress every day.

At first you couldn't quite get used to seeing all the fresh new scars on your body and your aim had worsened now that you had one eye but to everyone's surprise you still pressed on trying to recover your sore senses and exercise daily eager to get back to action. More than once your doctor, TL and Nova had to remind you not to overdo it, as training excessively could only make you backtrack on all the healing and progress you worked so hard on making.

You were an inspiration to many and you wouldn't shy away from cheering the rookies and answer some questions so long they didn't ask you to describe in detail the tortures you had endured. Nova was wary though, always keeping a close eye on you and reminding you to send a message to the boys (Gus and Reyes) whenever you could in your group chat as they were still worried sick, specially Reyes.

"This guy..." You muttered to yourself.

You and Nova were on cleaning duty when you stopped a few minutes ago to send a quick text to keep tabs on the boys as they were returning from a certain base in Rome they were assigned to go to do god-knows-what about the Turquoise operation. The trip had prolonged and you missed them dearly.

"What's up?" Nova asked behind her shoulder as she was finishing mopping the floor near the door.

"Nah, Gus told me they're alright... It's just Reyes he's so..."

"Infuriating? Annoying? Ugly? Halfwit? Demonic even?"

"No-? I mean yeah, that's Reyes!" You chuckle flicking her messy bun. "It's just..." You sigh. "He's not talkin' to me... And I don't know why. Well, i get that he gets all serious while he's working, we all do, but he has never left me on read."

Nova arched a brow at that while gathering your cleaning stuff and walking out with you by her side. You continue. "He actually never did until now, be jealous all you like."

"I ain't jealous, gurl. Pity on you he actually replies to anything you say, he's an a-hole." Even if Nova and Reyes bicker a lot you know how much they love each other dearly, like two siblings bounded by the blood they spill in battle and not by DNA.

A few minutes later, you two walked to the barracks where you showed her the messages you have been sending Reyes since the day after you woke up. They weren't that deep or long (that's what she said) so you didn't fear she'd find out about your crush on your mutual friend so long she didn't scroll up.

Nila sighs when she's done reading and sits you on her bunk bed with a somber look. "Oh boy, I know that look." You mock trying to lighten up the mood a bit but she isn't affected.

"(Y/n). You didn't do anything wrong. We didn't talk much about what happened when you woke up for obvious reasons, the boys left and you were still fresh from the trauma n' shit, not to mention that this week you were still resting or busy with rehab so we didn't find the right time..."

"What are you on about Nils? It's no biggie-"

"No biggie!?" She snaps and your eyes widen. "We left you behind not once but twice! You suffered alone and we could do nothing but pray that the rescue team had any luck finding you because Team Leader didn't let us volunteer thinking feelings would get in the way and we'd cause more casualties, fuck! We even thought you were dead-!" She cried the last part with a very noticeable knot on her throat, she was shaking, her face darkened by grief, frustration and regret. You wrapped your friend in a hug she quickly returned with a sob, your eye patch felt cold against her heating skin, Nila shivered, another reminder of what she just said.

To be honest you had assumed they considered you dead, but you didn't have much time to ponder on how that would affect your friends... Your Reyes... Or even Team Leader who went far and beyond to find you and leave your friends out of the terrible mission of finding your corpse. The guilt they must have felt for leaving you behind twice, by total accident of course, and Nova's fat tears were enough proof that said guilt still plagued them until today.

Nova cleared her throat moving backwards a little while cleaning her tear stained face. "Reyes can't speak to you. Not because he doesn't want to-"

"I know. I see..." You could only imagine how Enzo felt.

And with that, you two heard Humvees approaching the main building, a cloud of sand and dust followed their trail until they parked the vehicles and soon, you could spot the shape of Rodriguez and Reyes angrily speaking to one another. Gus' expressive body language picked more exaggeration pushing Reyes to respond in kind but more violently poking a finger to the Rican's chest and snarling words you couldn't quite comprehend from the distance between the barrack's windows and the parking lot.

"Jesus... Weren't they supposed to arrive in like, another few days?"

But Nova said this to no one as you had already left to join the other men.

To say your presence was imposing to your battle mates was an understatement, though the teasing grin you carried that was so characteristic of you made everyone lit up a bit seeing as you haven't lost yourself in what happened and despite the promotion shit, the fresh scars and eye patch, (Y/n) was still (Y/n).

"What? Did y'all get needy being apart from mommy for so long? Is that's why you had to cut the mission short?" The men around you laughed and greeted you with wide smiles and gentle pats but a certain someone didn't like that comment one bit. And that certain someone punched the brick wall next to the parking spot so hard that he grunted in pain, Gus sighed shaking his head and you turned to where he was looking judging by his reaction.

When Reyes and you made eye contact, he froze. His mouth went agape, his left hand was gripping his right one that bled through the gloves he was wearing, his eyes went from your eye patch to the scars on your neck down your chest and legs and finally back to your face. It was like he was seeing a ghost. But Gus broke the moment giving you a strong bear hug from behind, you couldn't help but chuckle out loud turning around and hugging him just as strongly but mindful of your sore wounds.

"Mi cielo... Me tenías tan preocupado." (My sky... You got me so worried.) The big man whined burying his face on your neck, his moustache tickled you and you scratched his curly hair humming comfortingly. "Hello to you too, osito."

He moved his head back a little inspecting your face. "An eye patch huh? You look like a pirate!"

"Hmm, 'Pirate'... That's another name to the list. Gotta think of a proper codename soon or I fear y'all will end up choosing one for me."

"Oh, so the new rank comes with a new codename? Should I also call you ma'am." You smirked at him pinching his nose and he squinted with a complain "Ow, hey! My snot-" Gus' hands shot out ready to tackle you until you moved out of his grasp to where Reyes previously was but the Canadian was already gone. Gus reads your surprise and disappointment quickly.

"He probably headed to the doc's to get new stitches again..."

"Again?" You repeated, and Rodriguez's face said it all, his moustache quirking to the side with a grimace.

He's been having anger attacks...

"The gremlin needs you." Nova suddenly said behind you spooking you a bit but you recovered and nodded quickly to which Gus replied "He dropped his pills, he'll have to come get them soon for his headaches and his back pain, it's almost five o'clock..." When he finished he shook the bottled pills to make a point.

Nova smirks "See? He's like a gremlin, he comes with instructions and everything, the fucker."

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It didn't take long for your group of three to find Reyes.

Gus said he'd be at the doctor's office but it was Nova with her "asshole radar" who got his exact location right: the small rocky trail between the bushes of the gates where they had found you and the brick wall next to the ammunition storage facilities. (She knew he'd be there because after you passed out of exhaustion when you arrived, he used to sit there looking at the spot where they saw you as if looking at it long enough would erase the memory of seeing you laying there half-dead.)

Of course, Nova fled before confronting an irritable Reyes as she knew they'd end up falling into an endless screaming match with you and Rodriguez trying to calm both parties. So that led to you and Gus to walk out of the building with a half-assed excuse of keeping watch on the gates.

When you approached Reyes' figure near the bushes, Gus told you to wait so he'd try to ready Reyes to speak to you for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. You understood quickly and stood out of sight.

It felt like an hour had passed, your eye switched between the courtyard to the gates from time to time, always watchful that you guys wouldn't get caught and an earful from any superior out there. That if you haven't been spotted already, because this area was well watched as it was right behind the armory and the fear of the now neutralized organization resurging from the ashes to avenge their fallen leader was still palpable amongst your comrades.

A whistle reached your ears, Gus was calling you from the thin trail and you followed. Just when you neared their spot you picked Reyes' agitated voice bitching at Rodriguez before he shut up compleatly when he heard your footsteps.

“Gus, go find your nuts they’re probably hidden beneath your twat, and fuck off,” Reyes spat lastly, head thrown back as he winces huffing a curse down his breath when he sees you approaching with a soft expression.

"Always a gentleman, hermano. Next time, don't come crying to me when i refuse to aid you in any fucking discussion and/or cure your wounds, torpe llorón..." (Clumsy crybaby) Gus bites back, he gives you a patient look as to say "he's your problem now." And you nod him goodbye but Gus surprises you when he throws the little plastic container of pills to Reyes' feet where the man was sitting on the dirt, his back against the brick wall staring daggers at the other operator.

"Make sure he takes them if you hear him whining, amor." Gus says before pursing his lips twice throwing two kisses your way and leaving the trail as a final goodbye.

Reyes gives you a side glance you don't catch because of your blind eye but you can feel it. When you turn to him he's looking elsewhere suddenly quiet. You smirk, kneel to his level and squeeze his tense shoulder.

"You know, I've gained a few new nicknames around base, and It took me a long while to choose witch one would make a cool codename. They were all so edgy."

He remained quiet brushing your hand off with a firm shake on his shoulder, the only clue you got that he was listening was his heavy breathing.

"While waitin' for you two to stop your bickering I finally decided Turquoise smoke or Smoke for shorts. Fittin' right? That's obviously because they couldn't grasp me again when I fled." The look Reyes gives you as in incredulous but tired of your bullshit makes you chuckle. His hand raises to scratch his beard harshly enough to make angry red lines on his pale skin.

"Talk to me..." You speak lowly seeking to ease the tension, coaxing the man to open up like you've done a thousand times before. And yet, the Reyes before you doesn't seem as cooperative as you knew him to be.

"I've always hated you." He sighs and this makes your smile falter. Over the thousand terrible things he had said in your presence, he has never said anything like this and the fact that it's directed to you feels like a stab. His eyes are on yours or rather on YOUR, to be real, as he looks at your eye patch he sneers in disgust and this makes you raise up from your crouching position.

"When you came to my life you quickly became a big pain in my ass. Always fucking loud, always fucking witty... Playing girly pop on a man's job."

He was just being mean, Reyes' cruelty was a defense mechanism you were used to eating up. It never bothered you in the slightest as you knew he didn't really mean what he said but he could spit some powerful venom whenever he wanted.

"The day you started makin' a name for yourself I became less liked. I stopped getting calls from any of our team leaders and people stopped takin' me that seriously. Must be cool right?" Enzo smiles cruelly up at you, his gloveless hands (now wrapped in bandages) played with the bottled pills. "To be TL's bitch. Reyes' tamer, huh? Must be fuckin' brilliant." At the end of the sentence, he harshly threw the pills somewhere on the trail where you came from.

"Reyes..." You chocked out.

He stands up abruptly then making you step back, his oak eyes look down at you in an intimidating way. "Did you also get a delicious raise for having to tame SpecGru's disgrace? I'm sure you did. Now you can parade around with all those awesome battle scars, a new rank and that ridiculous pirate eye patch like you are Nick Fury or some clown like that."

You try to recover your wit firmly believing your awful humour could bring him back to his senses "Hey, hey, show some respect to Nick Fury, man. At least i look stylish, I'm not the one who wears sunglasses over the head and never uses them." You feign offense and accuse him desperately trying not to take any of this seriously.

Enzo was about to yell something colorful but instead bit down his lip with a forced smile shaking his head before he growled lowly "Always so funny, you..." He honest to God looked like he was holding a fart but you knew if you voiced your thoughts he'd end up strangling you on the spot.

"I should kill you right now. Finish what they started." He said approaching you with newfound determination and this made you physically backtrack until your back was against the fence and he was a few millimeters from your face raising his hands to grip on the metallic wires of the fence by your sides effectively caging you. He could see the pain then. How that last whip mentioning those bastards actually did hurt you. Enzo waited a few seconds for you to say something, anything, but you were looking up at him silent, with a forced little smile trying to hide that for once, he did crack you, all the playfulness had abandoned you as you faced the man you loved stabbing you with his words.

As stupid as it is, as hypocrite as he felt, it pained him to hurt you, all in all it was the truth and it was clear when his hardened face didn't hold his frown for one more second as it melted into a sorrowful grimace, a loud sob scaped his lips, a tear hit your cheek as Reyes broke down quite literally when his body shagged downwards, his hands still gripped firmly at the fence holding his stance.

You could feel a terrible burn from your right eye and when tears begun gathering on your left one you knew the nature of the burn came from the flowing tears your damaged orb tried to shed but it wasn't as strange as seeing Reyes cry, though you couldn't see him properly because he hanged his head low at the height of your chest as to hide his pain. The only time you saw him cry was when Nova was so mad at him she shoved wax sticks up his nosetrils while he was napping, when he angrily tried to pull them off he cried like he had witnessed his entire family get killed. But this is obviously different.

These weren't tears coming from an idiotic prank. These tears came from heartbreak and loss.

Enzo's wavering voice came raspy as he fought and failed to contain the grief he had tried to hold in for so fucking long. "You keep joking and pretending nothing happend." He wept. "I can't stand a second having to look at you and see how they mangled your body..." Then your eye widened as Reyes stood up properly forcing himself to look at you directly. His lips wobble trying to continue, the vulnerability written on his face was making the flow of your tears quicken and you hissed in discomfort, a palm shooting up to your eye patch and Reyes didn't waste a minute reacting to your obvious pain. Suddenly all the hatred he wanted to express left him as he cooed at you trying to sooth the ache anyhow, his hands cupped your wet cheeks, thumbs gently brushing your skin and he opted to hold you close to his body when he felt useless that he couldn't make the pain go away.

"Don't say that-" You choked out through the pain.

Reyes looked down at you startled by the emotional tone in your voice and you shook against his chest meeting his stare. "Do you have any idea how many times I thought I'd die? The desperation I felt when I was left behind not once but twice!? How I could only think about your mean ass every minute of every day as I pulled through the mission ALONE to return, fall on a few day's coma and find out you were gone again... And now that I get to finally see you, with all my heartache, my fucking love for you and my stupid humour trying desperately to sooth you because, trust me, I know you had suffered, Nova and Gus told me because you still keep to yourself. You have the gal to wish I was dead!?"

"NEVER IN MY FUCKING LIFE!" He screamed and you were now fully surprised no one had caught you two yet.

Reyes lowers his head down, his hands cupping your cheeks still, eyes staring between your eye and the eye patch. "I wanted to die so bad..." He cries "To leave this shitty life praying to meet you in the next one..." You bit your lower lip and closed your eye trying to cease your crying as it was irritating your wounded eye and the few scars on your face.

"I love you, woman." It was the desperation in which the words were thrown in the heavy air that made your eye flutter back open, your shaky hands rose to hold his face and beg that, just by the look you were giving Reyes, he understood that you felt the same because you couldn't speak.

"If you were to leave me again I-" But he caught himself before he let out another pitiful tear. He felt too weak, and as much as he loves feeling weak for you, he couldn't keep letting you see him cry as your sympathy got the best of you and would make you keep crying as well hurting your wounds further with your salty tears.

"They'll have to do worse than that in order to keep me from you Enzo..." When you said this he lowered his eyes to your neck quickly spotting his dog tags, one hand quickly picked yours from under his shirt absentmindedly.

"I'll dig out your fucking body from wherever they burry you if I must to take these back." He said lowly. "Until then, keep 'em."

"I've always imagined a wedding band but these will suffice~" You purred and Reyes smiled, his sad eyes still present.

The smile and the following kiss was enough to seal the promise that no matter what. From this day on. You two were a pack.

"Give me some time, Smokey. Weddin' bands can be annoying to wear in battle and the one I planned to get ya isn't cheap."

[tatestripedsweater]

Discounts

Plot: Billy helps you get into a movie cheap on Valentines, but things take a turn when you see another couple.

Pairing: Fake Relationship/Billy x BestFriend!GN!Reader

Wordcount: 765

Warnings: Abuse Mention, STD Mention, Cursing, Is Nancy Kinda OOC?? Idk, Some Angst but mainly Fluff.

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“Best friends take each other out on Valentine’s Day. That’s not weird, plus I want to get a couple's discount on that horror film, and we can play pretend.”

This was a natural occurrence between you and Billy. He often pretended to be your boyfriend to get you out of uncomfortable situations, but he’d never heard of you asking him using his ‘services’ for a discount. It made him laugh.

“How far is pretending to be together? Hand holding? Arms around you? Kiss on the cheek? Peck on the lips?” As much as Billy found the whole situation ridiculously funny, he wanted to know what you were comfortable with. The one person who understood him was you, and he couldn’t bear knowing he crossed a boundary.

“All of the above is fine.” You answered with a nod. “Nicknames are good too, you already use some for me. Just don’t use shithead.”

“Couples call each other mean names, it's realistic.” Billy smiled at you, and you swore he lit up the room at that moment. “Like you call me a Walking STD but I’ll have you know I get checked and use protection”

“But you did get chlamydia once.” Billy knew that would make it into the conversation as soon as he brought up your nickname, and he went bright red. Not just from catching it, but because he forced you to come to the clinic with him from nervousness.

“One time! Do you want to see that film or not?” He smiled over at you, the one person that he could take shit off, and they wouldn’t get punched or shouted at. You reminded him of home, the beach waves and the shells in the sand. Maybe one day he’d go back.

*

“Fuck, Jonathan and Nancy are here..” The two looked at you both with an odd yet shocked expression. Nancy felt betrayed as she had thought you’d tell her about your relationship with Billy, Jonathan was more so worried about you. Little to their knowledge that’s not what it was, but you could bet your ass that Billy would make one hell of a scene to make it realistic.

“Even better.” Billy muttered under his breath before wrapping an arm around your waist, making sure you were close to him. His hand was warm on the exposed skin of your shirt, you could tell what he was doing, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with it whatsoever.

“I would ask what chocolate you want, but you’re sweet enough.” The fake dating scenario was starting to make your skin go hot, as Billy was taking it much too seriously than you thought he would. People around you heard, people you knew.

He grabbed a few snacks along with the tickets while you took the drinks, your skin still hot from the compliment he gave you earlier. Following him into the theatre, it was nearly empty due to couples or mainly girls begging their boyfriends to see the romance film and not the horror.

“What about these seats?” You asked, but the dirty blonde shook his head and sat at the back. Of course, he did, you didn’t think anything less of him.

“I’m telling you Nancy, you won’t like this film!” Jonathan’s ‘whisper’ could be heard from almost everyone as they both sat down three front-row seats in front of you. A shit eating grin on your ‘dates’ face. But you both did the same and listened in.

“Billy Hargrove? Out of everyone in Hawkins, he’ll break their heart and no doubt them as well. It’s a breakup waiting to happen.” A frown formed on your best friend's face when she mentioned the very thought of him hurting you. It was the same expression he had whenever he discussed his mum, you being the only person he’d talk to you about her.

“Nance, do us all a favour and shut the fuck up before you wear my drink and your own.”

Both guys and your ‘best friend’ were shocked by your words, but Billy was more happy than shocked that you stood up for him. He usually had to do that, but he couldn’t do it against a girl, he made a vow ever since he first saw his dad first hit his mum.

“Thank you, for that.” He looked over at you with glassy eyes, and you swore you saw some tears forming, but you didn’t dare mention anything to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, I’ll always be here for you. Always.”

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[milawritesstuff]

Does He Know: Part 1

I could feel Pedri’s stare piercing through my head. I looked up so that our eyes met thinking once he realized I could feel him looking at me he would turn his attention elsewhere. He didn’t. His eyes met mine and he stared at me almost daringly. Daring me to say something in that moment and cause everyone to turn their attention to us.

- What do you think, Sara? - asked Gavi as we sat outside of the auditorium waiting for our movie to start. I smiled - Sounds great-

It had caught me by surprise when Gavi mentioned Pedri was joining the group despite not having a date. Now I wished he had not came along because the night had just started but he was already making me feel uncomfortable. At least Gavi was completely oblivious to Pedri’s focus on us.

I had met Pedri before Gavi, a few months before at my friend Val’s birthday party. Apart from some back and forth flirting, and a heated make out session after he offered to take me home from the party, nothing else had happened. He raised my hopes up when he asked Val for my phone number the following day but completely crushed them when he would go silent for weeks only to come back with one liner messages. Despite being attracted to him I knew better. A few weeks into whatever it was that we had I chose to step away from him. I knew Pedri was extremely invested in his career and this would only result in getting my heart broken.

Gavi came into my life a few months later, two weeks ago to be exact. And he went all in. That night before either of us left the event we were at he asked for my phone number and now here we were on our first unofficial date.

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The following afternoon as I was leaving uni walking towards the metro I heard a honk behind me. As I turned around I was met with a green mini cooper. It was him, Pedri. I bent down and leaned into his passenger window.

- Hola. - - Going home? - he asked.

- Yeah. - - Jump in, I’ll take you. It’s on the way. -

I sat in Pedri’s car while feeling the tension in the air. It gave me butterflies to just sit there and remember the night that we made out. The way his cologne smelled, the way his hands felt around my body, and the way his lips felt around mine. His cologne lingered in the car but there was no longer trace of that man who had stolen my heart months back.

- Did you like the movie? - I asked as a way to break the ice. - I did, you? - He asked while keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. - It was good. - I smiled and looked over at him trying to find a sense of what was going through his mind in that moment. 

It took Pedri less than a second to respond

- Did you really watch it? I thought you and Pablo spent the whole movie sucking off each other's faces. - He bit his bottom lip as he looked over at me. His eyebrows scrunched and the usual smile that adorned his face was replaced with a scowl. He had sat at the opposite end of the row at the movie theatre and I was sure he had either not noticed or cared what Pablo and I had been doing. But I was clearly wrong.

- And? Are you jealous or something? - I spat back catching Pedri by surprise. He stayed quiet for a moment. - And what if I am? - He responded with a low and husky voice with a tone of realization like he had just admitted that to himself in that very second. As the last word left his mouth I began to feel my heart beat speed up.

Pedri continued to drive needing no directions to my home. He pulled up to the same spot where we had made out months back. As he stopped the car he turned over and looked at me.

- So what’s going on with you and Pablo? - He asked, nothing holding him back.

I wanted to tell him it was none of his business what Pablo and I were but part of me was also intrigued that he even cared. - I guess we are casually dating. - I said questioningly. The truth was I was not entirely sure what Pablo and I had. Despite having been talking nonstop for the past two weeks we had not formalized anything. 

- Well, do you like him? - he asked.

PEDRI’S POV

- Well, do you like him? - I asked Sara. And as the last word left my mouth I regretted it. I wanted to know, no I needed to know if Sara like Pablo. But at the end of the day it would not make much of a difference. Pablo and I had only known each other for a short time but he had become my best friend. The one thing I knew was that I couldn’t betray him, he was like a brother, even if I had seen Sara first. 

- Maybe. - Sara said. Before I could say anything Sara bit her bottom lip and added - But I also like you, Pedro. - 

Her words caught me by surprise which caused me to turn over to look at her and despite my good intentions I could not fight off my desire. I leaned in closer to her and felt a sudden rush of peace fill my body when our lips met. With one single touch of our lips I was transported to the night I had first met Sara. The sweet taste of her lips. The way with just one look, one kiss, one touch she had managed to cause me to question my whole life. 

When our lips parted Sara just sat there staring at me. Her kiss was just as I had remembered and what I had been craving since.

SARA’S POV

Our lips parted and I sat there confused but before I could say anything Pedri interrupted the silence. - I’ll see you around. - 

I took the hint and stepped out of his car. Before I reached my front door the green mini cooper had already sped away.

[theonetruegnome]

The Tag incident

Dandy was looking wildly around her, fearful yet defiant of what she might see. The field seemed empty though, so she allowed herself to bend double and catch her breath. her limbs were heavy and lungs empty. She looked up and saw one behind her, the guard with the electric truncheon running after her.

'Come on, can't a gal get a decent rest these days?!' She said with perfect Hollywood movie inflection. She couldn't wait up, he was getting closer all the while. She ran off, running for dear life, the guard yelling after for her to stop and return to the facility. Dandy didn't listen, she couldn't go back, couldn't stand another ten years in that concrete hell box. Her legs pumped furiously and the figure began to fall behind. She looked back and smirked.

'Not so tough now are ya?'

A purple chicken suddenly jumped from the trees and knocked the bun to the ground, simultaneously bringing her back to reality.

'Tag! Gotcha Dandy!'

Conk lifted himself off of Dandy's chest and adjusted his scarf. Dandy looked up at the chicken smiling down at her.

'Why'd you have to go and do that?! I was just getting into it!'

'Sorry, but it's your own *Yawn* Fuh-Fault for being so airheaded. I just took advantage of it' Conk took a moment to stretch and limber up. 'Well, I best be off. Oh, and Leah just got Mana, so don't bother going after her'

Before Dandy could reach up to tag him back, he was off and running. She slowly got to her feet and retraced her steps, eventually coming back to where the candy-pink dog had stopped. Munch was panting and clutching his stomach, moaning slightly.

'Woah, you ok dude?' Dandy was concerned for her friend, he looked really uncomfortable.

'No. My stomach *oof* really hurts.'

'Well, you shouldn't have had all those milkshakes on an empty stomach then, it probably messed up your insides. The running also probably didn't help.'

'But it made me happy! Oww... You're probably right though. I'll catch up, just gotta *URP* let it die down.'

Dandy nodded at Munch then ran off and scoped out the scene.

Now that she had stopped imagining herself as a cool convict Significantly Less cool version of herself, she could see the others running around properly. Eli had a laughing Leah on his shoulders with SunnyShoat following along. Callum was being chased by Mana and looked frankly terrified, while Conk appeared to have crashed in a patch of Dahlias about ten feet from where he tagged Dandy. She had to carefully choose her prey. Conk was a no-go. He wouldn't realise he was tagged and it would confuse everyone. Callum was being dealt with by Mana, so that's a no-go. Eli was protecting Leah, and he could outrun any of them. The only choice was sunny, she'd have to just outlast her.

'Heeeere comes Dandy!!'

The rabbit sprang out and began to sprint towards Sunny, who had already turned tail and began to run. The wind whipping her ears back, the sweet grass beneath her feet, her friends all running around and having fun... Nothing could be better than this. 'FZZNZZT

Hoppy was already catching up to picky, she could see the pig beginning to slow down and get tired. Wait, who was that ahead of her? She didn't know a Picky! She looked down. 'Green? But I'm... Why am I green?! Guys why am I green?!!' Hoppy stared at her hands in horror, her beautiful golden fur now a sickly peppermint green. Picky looked back at her friend and Gasped at the stranger in her place. GZZZRRZZ

Dandy dropped to the ground. 'No. No no no no no!' she whispered, still staring at those hands, those awful, green... hands... Her head cocked to the side in confusion as she turned them over and over. Though the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, she saw them, coloured sunny like wheat, not peppermint. 'But... just now... they were...' She felt a presence and looked up. Her friends had all run over, even Conk-out and Munchypup. Leah jumped down from Eli's shoulders and moved slowly closer.

'Dandy? Are you ok? What were you crying about?' Leah was worried, what if she had hurt herself?

I... I can't remember. *Sniffle* Never mind Leah. If I can't remember it, it mustn't matter, right?'

'I guess so. Just look after yourself alright? You and Eli are always injuring yourselves!'

'Ha! No chance!' She quickly looked over to munch and Mana and winked. The two smiled but quickly reshaped their faces into expressions of concern. 'Oh! One last thing Leah.'

'Yeah?' Dandy clapped her on the shoulder and leant down to whisper in her ear.

'You're it.'

Like lighting, Mana tapped Callum and Munch smacked Eli on the head, yelling 'YOU'RE IT!' and the three fiends sped off in different directions.

Leah and Callum went after Mana and Dandy, while Eli charged after Munch.

Sunny was still confused. She could have sworn she saw something, but what? It was like somebody had scooped the last five minutes of her memory out with a spoon.

'Hey, Conk, did you see-'

'No miss, my dad ate my homework... ZZZzzzz... Munch wasn't hungry enough...'

Sunny was about to wake up the Cockerel when she heard a 'Woah!' an enormous crash echoed around, and a high scream went up;

'AAAIIEEEEEEE!'

Sunny ran over to Munch to see Eli laying on top of him, dazed. One of his tusks was jammed into Munch's chest.

'Oh god man, I'm so sorry! I just tripped and-'

'What's going on?!'

'Oh God, Munchy!!'

'Ok, ok! Everyone back up! Come on Eli up you get. Come on, up, you're crushing him! Ok Munch, we're going to go home and your Mom or Dad'll take you to a doctor ok? Ok. We're going to have to walk but we'll support you. You guys keep playing, we'll be back soon! Eli? Help?'

'Yeah, got it cap.'

As the two carried the crying pupper back home, sunny's mind was distracted by Munch being in pain, leaving her subconscious to fill in the cracks until it all seemed like a weird nightmare.

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[myfeetrcolddd]

We used to love each other... now it's only me.

Imagine you and the love of your life are together. From the starts its always been the both of you, you've always loved each other and neither of you thought you could love anyone else, you were sure that even if you had the choice you would both choose each other.

Life was good, you were planning to propose, maybe you were already engaged. Their the love of your life and you theirs.

But then tragedy strikes. They get into a terrible accident, sending them to the emergency room and into a week long comma.

You spend every waking moment with them, you barely even sleep, not wanting them to be alone when they wake up. When they do wake up you're over joyed. You rush to them, hug them and start talking about how happy you are that they're finally awake, how you love them and asking them if they need anything, are they okay?

When you finally pull away, giving them space to breathe you see the look on their face. Your smile falters at their confused frown, you call their name but they don't respond and there's no recognition, not to their name and not to you.

"W-who are you?" Is the first thing they say, sounding unsure about their voice and you're struck with horror. Your heart plummets.

No, you think, no this can't be happening. "Baby, it's me..." You say slowly, on the verge of tears, because this wasn't happening, this kind of thing wasn't something that happened to them, this only happened in movies and tv shows and books. Not real life.

"I-I don't know you." Their voice trembles and tears gather in their eyes, you heart cracks at the sight, "I-I, I'm sorry, but, I d-don't know you." Your heart cracks even more because even without their memories they were doing something they would constantly do.

Not knowing what else you can do and panicking you call for the doctor, or a nurse, anyone.

Then it all happened so quickly, they all rushed in, rushed to your lover, helping them out and they stared at the nurses and doctors in wide eyes panic, a panic you had been accustomed to over the years, one that you had learned how to calm and it took everything in you not to go over there, barge back into the room the doctors and nurses had forced you out of, and help them.

It went against everything you knew. It felt wrong, illegal that you had to be out here while they were in there, not knowing what was going on, that you wanted to help but you knew there was no way you could. Not without freaking out your lover more than they probably are.

Over the course of weeks they were integrated back into society, they got basic memories back, after about a month and a half they were able to go back into the real world, back to their job, they just couldn't seem to remember anyone. They knew things about their life, going to school, experiences they had, but everyone in those memories were muted.

The people in their memories had no faces, no voices, no names, only a silhouette, they could remember their family though, only a few of them, their mother, a cousin, a grandmother.

You tried to get them to remember, you refused to give up because you loved them, they were the love of your life and all you wanted to do was to help them remember they loved you too.

But then, over time, you realized they weren't going to remember you, it hurt like hell but you wanted them happy and they only seemed to be uncomfortable whenever you tried to get them to remember you, and guilty, and you hated making them feel that way.

When you didn't bring up the past that only you and others seemed to remember the both of you got along well, and if you let yourself forget it felt like the old times.

You two would banter and tease and joke, you would laugh and just talk about anything and everything. Because before you two started dating you were friends first, and even when you did start dating, it was like you two only got closer, a new layer of intimacy added to your friendship.

This realization only made the reality of things much worse, because it made you hope, that maybe with time things would go the same way it did in the past, but then you force yourself to come to terms with the fact that that kind of thing only happens in fiction.

But was there any harm in hoping?

There was harm.

While you had been pining and hoping for something that wouldn't happen they were out meeting new people, making new friends and meeting someone.

They were hesitant to tell you, to introduce you to them, but they did. And it was horrible, you felt horrible, it was like someone took out your heart, stomped on it, put it through an incinerator, mixed it into some water, froze it shattered it and tried shoving the sharp pieces of ice back into you.

But you tried, you pretended to be happy for the both of them, and you were, not for the fact that they were dating someone else, you were to selfish to do that, but you were at least happy that they were happy.

Slowly you drew away from them. Watching from afar as the person you were sure would be the only person you would ever love fell in love with someone else. As someone else fell in love with them for the same things you did.

In the end, they were still the same person you fell in love with, they still acted the same, those quirky little things that only they did were still there, they were still the person you loved and would always love, and you were someone they would only ever know as a friend.

You tried to keep the friendship, and so did they, but it was too painful, for them to be so inherently them, and for you to not be able to pull them into your arms, to not hold them the way you used, to be held by them, for you two to talk about the future, but not the future where the two of you were married with three children and a dog, in a quiet town with a big yard. Instead separate futures instead they were with their new lover and you were talking about a future with someone who you could only imagine as them.

It hurt even more to know that they still seemed to want the same thing, that they would get those things with someone else, someone who wasn't you and you wouldn't get them at all.

Because you didn't want anyone if it wasn't them.

You knew it was over, but it felt wrong.

Your family and theirs had tried to set you up with someone else but even the thought felt like you were cheating.

Even though they didn't love you, even though they loved someone else and were in a relationship with someone else, in your mind, in your dreams, in your heart, you were still together.

Sometimes you'd get dreams about the life you two could've had, though you didn't know if they were dreams or nightmares, because when you woke up, you were in tears and it felt as though there was a weight on your chest and there was a longing for something that was never real, and never could be real.

[who-owl-shares]

Go to Wonderland, Alice

"Curiouser and curiouser!"

Alice in Wonderland has to be one of my favorite stories out there, it's safe to say that I've managed to consume every type of media it has been adapted to. From printed books to the fantastical movies/cartoons and games it has been featured in.

But after listening to Neville Goddard, it changed my view on the story.

I've always saw myself in Alice, a little girl who's imagination knows no bounds. So limitless that my imagination became my reality. When I was younger I loved reading books and playing with my dolls, I never really saw that line between reality and my imagination because they were in fact, one.

The line was never there, it wasn't blurry or jagged, it just never existed. I didn't need to close my eyes to dream up these realities I've created, I simply believed.

"Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

My imagination has always been wild ever since and it has become useful now as I grew. I often tell my friends who knew about the Law to "Just assume it." They would frequently come to me for advice and I always answer them the same thing.

I've managed to get out from horrendous situations by using my imagination. That's why I always find the confidence to answer my friends worries when they feel they're out of control because I have went through the same phase before becoming a conscious creator.

It's a good practice to start imagining yourself being wealthy when you're still poor, to be smart when you think you're dumb, to be faithful but feel hopeless and to be beautiful if you feel ugly.

"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!"

Throughout my manifestation journey, I realized that there is an aspect that most people in the community doesn't discuss enough. You lose you're sense of self in the process.

Everything thought was true, everything I have learned was just flushed out my system. I lived most of my life pursuing society's, my parent's and friend's expectations of me. I never really had my own belief system and even if I did have one, without The Law, I would've easily absorbed other people's opinions as my reality without a second thought.

But just like Alice, I ran through the maze of our garden as I made my escape from society's constraints and along the way, I got curious and tripped on a overgrown root of an old tree. Until eventually I found myself falling down into this deep mysterious rabbit hole.

"Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?"

I see this a lot and it's understandable to feel weird, maybe even crazy, for thinking that you could simply get things just by imagining them. But I would like to remind you that you have been doing this the moment you took your first breath. It's not crazy, its just different from what you're used to.

I felt uncomfortable as well when I started manifesting, it was so unbelievable to me. After years of hardships, I would stumble upon Neville Goddard's talks on YouTube and this guy was telling me that I could have everything I wanted by just imagining it? I thought it was the most idiotic thing ever.

But I felt like a bigger idiot for dismissing the most helpful teachings I've ever heard while I was going through a hard time in life. After some time of scepticism, I tried it and you could guess by now that it actually worked. I wouldn't be writing so much about this if it didn't.

To some extent you do need to be delusional, but in my opinion that's not really the word I would like to use when describing this. Why feel the need to pretend its a lie waiting to be true if it's already true?

It will feel like a lie at first but through persistence and repetition, it will have no choice but to harden into fact.

"The destruction of Wonderland, is the destructing of me!?"

If negativity consumes your brain, negativity will consume your reality.

In the game, Alice: Madness Returns, we see that all the characters, scenarios, the train (metaphor: Alice's train of thought) were all reflections of Alice's psyche, the Queen of Hearts is a great example. We can also see that her hair was longer in Wonderland compared to the real world because it was a way to showcase how much Alice had control depending on what world she was in.

And this version of Alice wasn't so happy with her life, but through overcoming tribulations within herself by visiting her own Wonderland. All the answers she wanted was within her all along.

Alice is Wonderland, and Wonderland is Alice.

From this, we could see how much of an impact our imagination can cause. Our emotions, feelings and assumptions, will find it's way to embody itself through a person or situation.

So if you keep thinking something bad will happen, it will happen, vice versa.

That's why you have to pay attention to your train of thought, not necessarily obsessing over everything that comes up in your mind but to remind yourself of where to focus your attention to when you go off track.

"We're all mad here."

After reading all of that, you may think to yourself that this is just a fun and interesting take on the cult classic that is Alice in Wonderland.

You're not wrong but I encourage you to try, run through the garden and fall down the rabbit hole. The Law of Assumption has helped me so much in my life that I couldn't even recognize the person and the lifestyle I had before learning about manifestation.

Thanks to people like Neville Goddard, they helped me realized that we always had and will have the power to create our own reality, and that no one could take away this power.

And it does feel overwhelming but peaceful at the same time, like a catharsis waiting to explode after decades of mundanity. But through your imagination you can create a brand new reality from scratch. You can create a world, a world that's built on your own terms. It's okay to live a life others do not understand.

You can create your own Wonderland.

Go to Wonderland, Alice.

[specialagentlokitty]

Lydia x Sibling!reader - sibling love

Could I request a teen wolf imagine for being Lydia’s sibling, being asexual and aromantic, and feeling left out with everyone coupling up? - Anon💜

Looking over at Scott and Alison, you sighed and turned to Stiles and his date, again you sighed and just got up.

“Are you okay?” Alison asked.

You nodded your head and gestured to the exit for the movie.

“Yeah, just feeling light headed I’m going to go.”

“Are you sure?” Lydia asked.

You nodded and shuffled past everyone, Jackson gave you a dirty look as you shuffled past him and you kicked his shin a bit with a smirk.

You lead the movies and headed out to your car, sitting in it for a few moments before you started to drive away.

You had no direction on where you were going, you just drive to wherever you felt like driving to, simply just driving through the streets.

Hour passed, and you finally found your way back home and made your way upstairs.

You walked into your room, closed your door and turned on the light.

A small scream escaped your throat as you turned around.

“Shit Lydia?!”

“You’ve been gone for hours.”

“Huh?”

You pulled out your phone and tried to turn it on, it was dead. Tossing it in the bed you walked over to your alarm clock and had a look.

“I well damn you’re right, sorry, my phone must’ve died as well.”

“(Y/N) it isn’t safe out there alone, you know that. We were all so worried.” She sighed.

“I’m sorry Lydia, okay? I’m sorry, I was just uncomfortable and wanted to leave.”

“Uncomfortable? Who made you feel that way?”

Lydia instantly went into protective mode, standing up as she walked over to you.

You sighed and shook your head at her, hanging your jacket up as you grabbed some drinks from your mini fridge and held one out for her.

She took it and you sat in the floor, Lydia sat in front of you.

“No one… well everyone…”

“Why? We were just watching a movie?”

You couldn’t blame her for being confused, you weren’t exactly being very clear and that part was in you.

Sighing, you tried to find the words, and it was quiet for a few minutes.

“Lydia… you know I’m asexual right…?”

“Of course! You told me all about it when you found out, but I still don’t understand.”

You sighed again.

“Well… I’ve never been in a relationship either, you know that… and I’m always third wheeling someone, or just tagging along to group dates… it’s.. it’s weird…”

“Weird how?”

“I.. it makes me feel left out Lydia. You all have someone to love and hold you, I’ve got no one…”

“Why didn’t you say anything…”

You looked up at your sister and gave her a little smile.

“You’re all so happy, it’s been a while since I saw you guys that way, I didn’t want to ruin it…”

Lydia got up and hugged you, making you laugh a little bit as you hugged her back, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Your happiness is important to us as well (Y/N), I’ll let the others know, and next time we all meet up, no couple stuff.”

“Promise?”

Lydia held out her pinky and you smiled brightly at her, looping your pinky with hers.

“I promise.”

She stood up and pulled you up with her, grabbing your keys as she lead you out of your room.

“Where we going?”

“We’re going to watch the movie again, just me and you! Sibling bonding!”

“Can we get food too?”

“Sure! We’ll get whatever you want.”

You grinned and snatched the keys from your sister, knowing exactly what it was you wanted to get to eat, and you still had some time before the next movie screening was on.

You were so happy Lydia understood, because it was hard to explain something like that, and thankfully she never asked any questions or told anyone else about it either.

She wanted you to tell the others when you were ready, and not a day sooner