#this is about both the repeated hits here as well as just. me with school ldghfksjghdkjsgl when will we know peace

[paragonrobits]

some important calvin and hobbes facts in case you haven't read the original comic strip in a long time or only absorbed stuff on it from memes and out of context bits on here:

Calvin's last name has never been given, and neither has any of his parent's names. This was actually why his uncle Max only showed up for a brief storyline; the creator of the comic, Bill Watterson, ultimately felt that while it was fine to have him as someone for his parents to talk to, it felt far too awkward to never have Max refer to them by name and he never made a return appearance.

The general tone of the comic is fairly light-hearted, with a big emphasis on goofy slapstick comedy contrasted by clever wordplay and often surprising adult-centered jokes that'll hit you like a slap. A big part of the comedy is, as Watterson put it (paraphrased) "It's really funny to me when people express deeply stupid ideas with really fancy terminology." One notable example you might have seen is that one bit where Calvin asks his mom for money to buy a Satan-worshiping rock album and his mom replies that there's nothing genuine about them and they're just putting on the attitude for shock value, and comisserates with Calvin as he deplores that mainstream nihilism can't be trusted. He concludes that childhood is disillusioning.

There is a LOT of criticism of the extreme materialism and selfish mentality of the late 80s, when the comic was initially written. This may go a long way to explain how its aged so well; much of what it criticizes resonates well with people today.

Bill Watterson views comic strips a legitimate form of artwork, and repeatedly fought to have more space to draw more beautiful and artistic backgrounds, which was a very hard fight and unpopular even with other comic strip artists. He eventually did win some compromises and a lot of Calvin And Hobbes' artwork shows it, with the use of space to indicate time as well as a sharp contrast between the often plain environments of mundane life contrasted by the wildly beautiful imagery of Calvin's imagination (which often sports realistic depictions in an art shift of sorts).

Hobbes is explicitly not an imaginary friend, by word of Watterson himself. We don't know WHAT he is exactly, and Hobbes is apparently unaware of the strange nature of his reality; people look at him and only see an ordinary stuffed tiger plushie, but he has a tangible effect on the world that would be physically impossible for Calvin to do on his own. He's apparently been around for a while, and was apparently around when Calvin was a young baby.

On that note; Hobbes has implicitly killed (notably treated as both a gag and also with the vibe of 'he's a tiger, duh') and while he doesn't do it again on-screen, he doesn't have any moral issues about it. Calvin claims that he's never had trouble bringing Hobbes to school because the last time he did, Hobbes killed and ate a bully named Tommy Chestnut and simply comments that it was gross and he needed a bath. Calvin's tried to repeat this again, but Hobbes was grossed out at the thought having to eat a kid raw and not being allowed to use an oven first, or complaining that children are too fattening.

Hobbes became gradually less human-like in body language and more like an actual cat in both body language and behavior; this was due to Watterson drawing more inspiration from his cat, who also inspired a lot of Hobbes' running gags, such as pouncing on Calvin when he got home. Several years into the syndication of the strip, Watterson's cat passed away, and he did a tribute to her with a comic strip of the two of them agreeing to try to dream together so they can keep playing when they have to sleep; Watterson's commentary (if I recall right), remarks on his cat: "We can see each other again in dreams."

[loserboysandlithium]

Fantasy: Eddie x reader x Billy

Part one, part two, part three, part four

Four part mini series. Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you what your biggest fantasy is and you're hesitant to tell him. Will he allow it to come true?

You were laying on the floor of your apartment in a big t-shirt and panties, staring up at the ceiling.

"This shit is strong, Eds." you sigh, exhaling the smoke into the air.

He leans over and kisses your cheek before stealing the joint for himself.

Eddie Munson. Your boyfriend of four years now. You had met in High School. Started with flirty glances here and there and ended up with the two of you in his van every lunch period.

"Biggest fantasy. Go!" Eddie blurts as he grins over at you.

"Sexual?"

"Duh."

"I don't know." you lie, hoping he can't see your face turning red with the dim lighting.

"There's gotta be something." he scoots closer as he takes another hit.

"I don't know." you repeat, shrugging lightly, the topic making you slightly uncomfortable.

"Anything. Some secret fantasy. You always take care of me, baby." he drawls as he leans over and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

The two of you loved to experiment. He was right.. you've done basically anything he could want at this point.

You've watched him while he had sex with someone else. You've brought other girls home. Threesomes, foursomes. Toys, movies, role play, rough sex, extremely rough sex.

And you enjoyed every minute of it. It was fun for both of you. But now he was asking what you wanted. And it made you a little nervous.

My desire. My fantasy.

I did have a fantasy.. but he won't like it.

You shrug again and he rolls over on top of you. You feel the warmth of his body weight pressing against you. His curls tickling your cheek as they fall forward, framing your face. He moves to kiss your neck before his warm lips meet your ear.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is." he whispers deeply, his breath sending tingles across your entire body.

Billy Hargrove.

Eddie was never a fan of him in school. But it was something you had thought about for a long time. You had craved him back then before you and Eddie got together. And sometimes.. sometimes you still did.

But you wanted them both. Together.

"You won't like it." you sigh as he kisses your neck again. His lips begin to suck a small mark as his fingers trail up and down your arm lightly. His touch soft and sweet. Your high making it feel even better.

"Try me." he mumbles into your neck.

"It's a threesome.." you start and a deep chuckle erupts from his chest immediately.

"Why wouldn't I like that?" he laughs as he sits up, pulling you with him. You straddle his lap and look into his deep brown eyes.

You lean down to kiss his lips softly as his hands rest heavily on your ass.

"It's not the what, it's the who." you hint as you place your hands on his shoulders. His eyes narrow a bit and you take a deep breath. Just spit it out.

"Billy." you finally manage and Eddie gives you a blank stare.

"Who?"

"Billy... you know.."

Eddie continues to stare at you, his expression unreadable. "As in Hargrove?" he deadpans.

You nod slightly and as you take a piece of his long hair, twirling it between your fingers.

"You want me to have a threesome with Billy Hargrove?" Eddie stares at you in shock, his lips parted, his already big eyes widening even more.

You roll your eyes as you go to climb off his lap but he pulls you back instantly, his large hands keeping a firm grip on your waist.

"I told you, you wouldn't like it." you groan and his eyes search your face carefully.

"Baby, I just.. I need to process for a second." he sighs deeply. You watch him as his face changes from stunned back to semi normal.

"That's your big fantasy, huh? Billy Hargrove?"

You nod again as you feel a blush creep over your cheeks.

"He is... well I guess he's alright." Eddie starts. "If you're into all those muscles and abs and bad boy stuff.. and well his eyes are nice.. very blue..."

"Eddie?" you interrupt with a giggle.

"Hmm.. sorry." He shakes his head and leans in closer.

"What makes you think he would even do it?" Eddie asks and you feel an excitement building in your stomach.

He's not saying no.

You run your finger down his jawline softly, feeling the light scruff under your fingertips. "I don't know if he will. But you asked for my biggest fantasy.. and now you know." Your hand makes its way to the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him hard.

His tongue slips in your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans back down, laying you flat on the ground. He pulls away, resting his lips against yours.

"You would have a better chance of fucking him alone." Eddie murmurs, his lips tickling yours as he speaks.

"But I want you both." you whisper back and his plump lips meet yours again before moving to your neck once more. Your head falls back against the soft carpet as he nips and sucks on your soft skin.

"You want us both?" he burns against your neck as his hand creeps up your thigh.

"Yes." you breathe, his calloused fingers traveling slowly to where you need them the most.

"You want him to fuck you while I watch? That could be fun." Eddie's voice is low in your ear. A deep tone making your thighs clench.

"Yes.." you sigh as his fingers finally reach their destination, swiftly moving your panties to the side. He slips one finger into your warmth, feeling your excitement immediately.

"Oh fuck. You do want him don't you? You want to know what he feels like inside of you?" Eddie teases as he adds another finger, slipping them both in knuckle deep.

Your nails dig into his shoulder as he begins to move his fingers, sliding them in and out of your already soaked pussy.

"Yes, baby." you admit, a needy moan slipping from your lips.

"Mmm.. you're a bad girl, sweetheart. If you're this turned on already... I might have to let him fuck you." Eddie growls as his fingers slowly pump in and out.

"Eddiee.." you whine, grinding your hips against his hand. It never takes long for you to cum on his hand. His fingers are fucking magic.

"Tell me what else you want." Eddie says nibbling on your ear. He speeds up even more bringing you closer and closer as he fucks you with his hand.

You feel your body tense up.. you're already so close. His fingers curl perfectly, stroking your g spot every time. "I want... fuck, Eddie.."

You struggle to speak as his fingers begin to move faster. Rougher. The sound of your slick coating his hand only makes him increase his speed.

"Say it." he orders.

"I want.. oh fuck.. I want you both." you whimper, listening to the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out. The sound of his palm slapping against your pussy.

"You want both of us inside of you? Is that it?" Eddie hisses as his hand continues pushing you closer and closer.

"Yes!" you cry.

"You wanna be a little slut? It might hurt baby, you sure you want that?" his fingers are moving at an insane pace now. Your body jerks with every thrust of his hand.

"Yes!" you cry out again and he moans deeply.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard.. you want us to destroy you, don't you? You want us to destroy that pussy?" Eddie chuckles as you squirm beneath him.

"Yes!”

“And that tight little ass, hm?” Eddie groans as his other hand comes to your clit, swiping rapidly.

“Baby, yes! Fuck please!" you squeal as you feel your muscles spasm around his fingers. The thought of them both inside of you sending you completely over the edge. Your back arches off the floor as you cum hard, your juices coating his hand entirely.

Eddie works you through your orgasm slowly. A filthy moan escapes his lips as he watches your body shudder under him. You struggle to calm your breathing as your back falls to the floor.

He hooks his arm under you and lifts you up to meet his eyes.

"Find him. Set it up." he says simply before kissing you once and walking away.

Holy shit.

Tag list: @gri959 @flory-alexandra @livinnadaydream @anakinsbbgirl @watermeezer @theyellowhaunt @nailbatanddungeon @mugloversonly @bunnyhargrove @ali-r3n @eddiestans-blog @alesiaaa

Part two coming soon. 🤭

Divider by @strangergraphics 🖤

[bluem1lls]

hey *leans against table and winks or smth* can i request se-mi x reader on where they’re roommates but fucking HATE each other but se-mi has a onlyfans account (because she’s a freakazoid👅👅) and reader finds out so like when reader confronts her about it or smth se-mi somehow magically gets reader to join her and they become scissor sisters (also se-mi with a strap i DONT fear..) and become lovers..?? sorry if this is to much or shitty

✧₊⁺ show me who you are

se-mi x fem! reader

✦ synopsis: having a roommate you hate is annoying. and it becomes even more annoying when she gets all your good angles in the porn video you both filmed. tw: minors dni, smut w plot, and they were roommates!, fingering/oral (r!receiving), scissoring, sub!reader, dom!se-mi, degradation (a little?), choking, a bit of slapping authors note: hi! for the girl who also requested enemies to lovers IM SORRY i lost ur request but here it is! tysm for reading and the requests, i hope u like it!

"this is important!" thanos said, making me sit down besides nam-gyu in our living room as i stared at my other best friend from the corner of my eyes. nam-gyu shrugged as i sighed.

"yes?"

"we're in debt with the landlord"

"we knew that" nam-gyu said as i nodded and thanos rolled his eyes.

"no like.. we actually need to pay him back a shit ton. but he said we could do it per month. the thing is none of us has any more money, so here's my idea.. a new roommate!"

"cool" nam-gyu said.

"no way" i said at the same time.

"listen to me" thanos grabbed my shoulders. "i hate the idea too, but we're poor. my room can be her room and i'll share with nam-gyu"

i stared at both of them as nam-gyu turned to him. "wait- like bed and-"

"no, not the bed dumb ass" thanos smacked him as the other one nodded. "so? are we getting a new roommate?" he repeated to both of us. i sighed and nodded. nam-gyu did too, making thanos smile. "great! because her name is se-mi and she's about to be here in 30 minutes"

my eyes widden. wait what?

"what-wait. oh my god. you knew we would say yes so you already took the interviews and picked a random person? are you fucking insane?" i stood up, hitting him as he winced.

"auch- i knew u two would say yes because we don't have another choice. plus min-su's best friend was looking for a place so i told her and she agreed. never thought that could lead to my death, jesus." he stared at me with a frown as he rubbed his arm.

"oh wait, the tall girl with the short hair? oh i like her, she's cool" i stared at nam gyu with my mouth open.

was i the only one who had no idea of who she was? i've been so busy with school that it was hard to keep a pace with the guys. we've been a group ever since i can remember. nam-gyu came after, at first it was just me, thanos and min-su, then it was just the four of us. we decided to live together once we were old enough and it has been that way since. min-su stayed out because he said we were 'a mess' and he didn't had to pay rent at his parent's house.

i heard the doorbell ring as thanos ran to the door, opening to reveal a tall girl with short brunette hair, piercings on her lip and nose.

oh, she's pretty.

"come in! so you know him, and this our best friend and third annoying roomate!" he said as i told her my name. she stared up and down, biting her lip in a nervous manner.

"se-mi" she introduced herself with a head nod.

i smiled at her as he showed her around. it was a normal apartment with a living, one bathroom, three rooms and a small balcony (usually used for the hangouts and to smoke).

as she looked at the place, nam-gyu left her stuff in her new room. once he came back, he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a light squeeze.

"hey, it'll be fun. plus you get along more with girls than boys, you'll love her. maybe she'll even be your new best friend."

"if you don't like it then MOVE OUT!" i shouted at her. my breath shaking with anger.

"well, guess what doll? i live here too! and if you don't like it, then go find a new place, but we both know you won't because your real issue is that you just love to complain. you're just a brat who cries when she doesn't get what she wants!" se-mi screamed back, standing up from the couch to face me.

"go fuck yourself!" i replied, grabbing the keys and my phone before slamming the apartment door.

i quickly texted my best friend to meet up at our usual coffee shop as i walked through the cold streets, trying to cool off. once i got there, i ordered the usual; ice coffee and chai tea latte for jun-hee.

i saw her sat in one of the booths. "i will kill her. i'm not joking" i said as sat down. she chuckled, this wasn't a new subject for her.

"you never gave her an actual chance th-"

"she doesn't need it! i don't need it! she's been a bitch to me ever since she came. everytime i wake up, when i hang out with the guys, she's always there! it's like she became part of the group!"

she stared at me with a sympathetic smile as she drank her chai tea.

"she is part of the group now, love. and i don't think that's changing, if the guys like her, you know they'll keep her around, mostly now that she lives there. so you can choose to fumble everytime you're around her or try to at least ignore her to be at peace" jun-hee said as i sighed. my hands rubbed my face as i groaned.

"i'll try. doesn't mean it'll go well" i said, still not uncovering my face as she gave me a soft chuckle.

"you'll do great!"

as i came back to the apartment, i could hear the moanings even from outside. i took a deep breath to cool down as i entered. of course the moans came from her room.

ever since she got here, she brings a different girl every fucking weekend. nam-gyu and thanos are staring with their mouths wide open when they open the door to find (once again) an another beautiful blonde standing there. they also stare disappointed when se-mi appears with a quick hi, kisses her and guides her to her room.

a long line of girls walk into that room and leave with messy hair, hickeys, messy clothes and a relaxed and very fucked out face.

"it's ridiculous, what is she, a pornstar?" i tell jun-hee as she lays in my bed while i pace in my room. she bites her lip to supress a smile.

"so... i have something to tell you. or show you."

i stared at her, sitting in bed to watch while she tapped on her phone, looking for something.

"so we have talked about this countless times since she moved in, right? so i searched a bit and.." she turned her phone, her only fans profile appeared as i gasped and covered my mouth.

"you have to be kidding me!" i stared wide eyed, taking the phone. "oh my god jun-hee did you fucking bought her content?" i open my mouth, staring at the doe eyed girl besides me.

"research purposes. take a look. oh wait, i'll send them to you"

as the photos and videos arrived to my phone, i went through each of them and oh my god. my face flushed crimson red as i stare at one particular photo. you could see from her bare chest to her crotch. she had a strap that hit her lower stomach with her hand wrapped around it, looking like she was stroking it like it was her cock. i licked my lips as my mouth felt dry and my head dizzy. jun-hee sent me 5 videos, se-mi fucking a blonde girl in all fours, another one scissoring, fucking in missionary, a pretty redhead riding her. she knew how to attract people to buy her shit, and she knew how to make the content.

"she's hot" my best friend said with a soft push on my direction, making me snap from my thoughs as i shrugged.

"doesn't make her any less annoying"

"can i buy-" he said, as i quickly cut him off.

"no."

"but you've seen it-" the other one said, as i, once again, cut them both off.

"no one is buying anything!" i rolled my eyes at both guys. "this is a secret i shared with my best friends. not with my lousy roommates, got it? if i hear that se-mi found out from either of you, both will be very much dead. like dick? cut off" i threated them as thanos stared down at his crotch with his eyes wide. they both nodded.

"man, i wish a had a girl" nam-gyu stared at a blank point.

i told them once again 'not a word' as i headed back into my room. i heard the door closing as the guys left. they mentioned in the morning they were going at min-su's, i told them i'd stop by later. i heard the door open again just as they left, probably se-mi.

as i looked for my charger in my room, i started to get annoyed. the three of them steal it all the fucking time. i leave my room to bash into nam-gyu's and thanos room, taking a quick look in the dark. no signs of the charger.

as i close the door, i see se-mi staring at me with a smirk on her face. her arms crossed on her chest with an amused expression.

"did you take my charger?" i asked as she hummed.

"maybe" she replied as i let out a groan of exasperation.

"se-mi."

she let out a snort as she went into her room, quickly coming back to throw the charger at me, as i pressed my lips to not curse her. outloud.

"it would be my pleasure if you stopped grabbing my stuff without my permission"

"mine doesn't charge as fast" she replied, the amusement on her face never leaving as i rolled my eyes.

"one would guess that with all the money you make with your only fans you could afford a new charger" i mumbled under my breath as i turned around. i felt her hands quickly grip my arm tight as i winced. "auch-"

"what the fuck did you said?" the smirk on her lips faded as she stared intensely at me.

well that was a mistake. but i can't back up now, can i?

"i said" my tongue did a quick 'tsk' as i stared into her eyes, her gaze felt intense and cold. "one would think that with the money you make at only fans you could buy a fast charger, but i guess it isn't going as good as i guessed?"

i could feel my back pressed against the wall, making me let out a small wince. she pinned me, her head slightly down to fixate her gaze on me. i could see her annoyed expression.

"and how would you know that?" she spit. her eyes never leaving mine.

"it's not that hard. a little research and all i can see is why so many girls come in and out every weekend. your videos are boring, by the way."

her angry expression turned into a... confused one? an amused one? a scoff escaped her lips as they curved into a small smirk.

"oh. so you watched them?"

fuck. fucking jun-hee for the details. and fucking jun-hee for that strap photo that's all that's been going through my mind the last few days.

"w-what? no, no" i said as she slowly pressed her body against mine. one of arms left to wall to grip my waist, holding me tightly against her. our eyes never stopped meeting in the silence of the living room.

"you've watched them. you're noisy and you know too much not to. and i bet you enjoyed every single one of them" she replied in a low voice. her eyes roamed over my face, searching for a hint of a lie, but all she could find was the embarrasement in my eyes, making her let out an amused scoff. her fingers softly began to trace circles on my waist as a shiver ran through my spine. "bet you even got wet watching them"

i bit my lip in response. not getting out of my head the amount of times i squeezed my tighs when i saw the videos and photos. the heat that pooled in my panties everytime i saw her thrusts inside of one of her girls. the way she'd make them suck her strap as if it was her real cock, the grip she hold in their hair made me even wetter, but when my hand lowered to take care of my ache, i had stop myself, reminding me how this was just my insufferable roommate.

"were you just mad because you wanted to be one of my girls, doll?" her finger tilted my chin up to stare at her. the room felt heavy with tension as her other hand held me in place. a blush placed on my cheeks, making me feel ashamed because i knew she was right. i did wanted to be one of them. the silence was the answer she needed. she bit her lip piercing as she couldn't help the smirk that escaped.

i felt her hands dip underneath my top as i let out a shaky breath, i could feel my heart stammering on my chest, my legs felt like they could no longer hold me, the only thing keeping me standing was her firm grip. she closed the distance between our bodies, as her lips gently caressed mines without kissing me.

"i bet you're such a whore, you'd even love if i filmed you, hm?"

my cunt aching as i heard her words. i could feel my thong getting pooled with arousal. the proximity between us only made my heart beat faster as i softly nodded, her gaze never leaving mine as her eyes darkened with desire.

she took a step back, grabbing my hand as she pulled us both into her room and closed the door. i could see her blue duvet that i recognized from the videos. she even had led lights to make the entire room feel more like a porn video with high quality.

i didn't even got to process the other furniture as she pushed me against the door, her grip once again holding my waist.

"you really know how to push my buttons." she said leaving wet kisses on my neck as i leaned my head, giving her acess to more space as she groaned. the feeling of her lips making me whine. "you're such an insufferable little brat"

"then do something about it" i replied, a smirk curving my lips as she licked hers.

she lets out a huff. "it really sucks when the most annoying person i know is the one that arouses me the most" she said, my eyes filled with surprise as she crashed her lips with mine in a harsh, desperate kiss.

i quickly melted to her, my arms wrapped around her neck, grabbing the nape of it. bringing her closer as one of her hands left my waist to slowly trail down to my ass, squeezing and giving it a harsh spank as i whimpered in between kisses.

she broke the kiss to speak. her voice husky. "you can't tell the guys about this. not a single word"

"i still hate you" a dry chuckle escaped se-mi's lips at my reply, kissing me again. i felt pure desire through my body as her hands roamed all over.

she moved me out of the door and pushed me to bed. an arrogant smirk tugged at her lips at the sight of me in her room. her gaze taking my entire body with a mix of lust and excitement. she took a few steps to set up the camera in the tripod. as her finger posed on the little 'on' button, she stared at me.

"are you sure you want to do this?"

"yeah. turn it on"

she bit her lip as her fingers pressed the 'on' button. my heart stammered from excitement as she placed herself between my legs, on top of me.

our lips finding eachother once again, her tongue entering my mouth while her hands wrapped around my throat, giving it a light squeeze to test as i moaned in response.

the kiss felt rough and raw. she could feel the vibration of my moan against her as her grip tightened. her body pressed against mine made me feel the heat radiate from her. our bodies molded together.

she slid her knee between my legs, the pressure against my core sent a wave of pleasure, making her break the kiss to press her lips on my neck as my hands went to her hair, tugging her closer.

"my needy girl" i nodded in response as she licked and bit my neck. "now be a good girl, stand up and take your clothes off" she ordered as i did what she said.

my wobbly legs trembled at her intense gaze on my body. i let my leggins hit the floor as i slowly pulled the shirt out of my head, her eyes tracing the curves of my body, making me shiver as i was only left on my bra and panties, i tried to move aside the feeling of being so exposed. as my hands moved to my back to remove my bra, she sat on the the edge of the bed. her arms sneaking around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

"maybe let's leave this pretty set on" she said, staring at my pink underwear as i nodded, feeling dizzy and flushed under her look.

my legs straddling her thighs as i sat on top of her. her hands moved to grab my ass, giving it a light squeeze as our lips found once again in a lustful kiss. she moved me around so i was laying underneath her. her kisses lowered to my neck, down to my chest. the trail going downwards to my cunt. as it reached, she left a soft open-mouthed kiss on my clothed clit. her fingers trailed a path from my thighs to my desperate cunt, who was begging her for attention.

she softly traced over my panties, one finger circling my clit as the wet patch on the lingerie spreaded. her fingers moved up and down my soaked center, pulling my thong aside.

"could you hold this for me, doll?" she said as i nodded, my eyes becoming watery as i bit my lip. i felt her hot breath against my bare cunt, making me shiver as she placed her hands on both of my thighs to spread me open and hold me in place.

her tongue went straight to my clit, giving it some short but pressured licks, making me throw my head back as my hand never left the hold on my panties.

she kept licking, making me moan and whimper from pleasure. my free hand grabbed one of my tits, giving it a light squeeze as i pinch my nipple.

i could feel her eyes on me. "what a slut. you're a natural" her words causing vibrations against my cunt, making me clench around nothing as i kept moaning louder.

i felt as she left the space between my legs to pick up the camera, handing it over to me as i looked at her dumbfounded.

"could you hold it for me, princess? so everyone gets a closer look at how good i eat this pussy"

her words making me whimper as i hold the camera with one hand and still hold my panties with the other one. she gets back between my legs. this time, two of her fingers enter without warning in my warm cunt as my eyes roll back, feeling overwhelmed by how well her tongue swirls around my clit and the fast pace that her fingers pick out.

she thrusts harsh, scissoring with her long fingers inside of me, removing them to dip them once again, her movements make my moans get even louder and louder.

i clench when i take a look at what the camera is recording. her face in between my legs, her hair sticking to her forehead as she eats it with pleasure, moaning at how good i taste.

her fingers follow her tongue pace, making me squirm in pleasure as she holds me in place. i can hear the squelching sounds my pussy makes as she thrusts.

"nu-huh. if you're gonna cum, then do it on my mouth baby. i'm not stopping"

she goes quicker and harder as i feel the heat on my lower stomach about to snap. i rut against her face, needy for release as she gives me a soft chuckle at my desperation. i feel her lips wrapping and sucking around my clit as her fingers curl inside of me, making my entire body tremble. my vision goes white as i roll my eyes back, feeling the orgasm run through my entire body. my toes curl from pleasure as she never stops, only when my body goes numb and i'm whimpering and whining from the overstimulation.

i open my eyes as i looked at her through the viewfinder of the camera. her chin and lips covered with my glossy release. her tongue licks her lips as she hums at the taste, her gaze almost black as she stares at my fucked out state. she props herself up from in between my legs, snatching the camera from my hands. she points it towards me, recording my face as her fingers enter my mouth. i suck them clean, tasting myself as i watch her half-lidded eyes and her teeth nibble at her lip piercing as she hums.

she holds the camera with one hand, while her right hand grips my face, squeezing my cheeks. only releasing to give a harsh slap as i whine. "such a whore, hm?"

she stands up, leaving the camera on the tripod as she quickly swifts off her clothes, throwing them somewhere in the room.

she gets in bed again, lifting my leg to place it on her shoulder as she positions on top, lining herself up against me.

we both moan at the contact. her dripping wet cunt rutting against my sticky pussy. her moves are harsh and fast, creating a rhythm that's followed by our moans and slick sounds.

my nails claw at her thighs, making her speed up. i throw my head back, chanting her name like a prayer.

her eyes are fixated on my expressions. she bites her lip as her hair sticks down to her forehead with sweat.

"hear those wet sounds doll? that's how wet you get me by being a fucking brat" her words hitting right to my core as i lift my hips, our clits bumping. "stay like that" she says in a moan, rutting faster. both desesperate for release.

"fuuuck" her teeth clench as her hands wraps around my throat, making my eyes roll back as she lets out a shaky breath, her eyes shuting close while her head falls back as she grinds herself faster.

i could feel the tight sensation wrappping me once again.

"gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum" i chanter as her grip around my throat tightens.

a loud moan escapes my mouth as the feeling snaps. heat on my lower stomach as my release makes her cum. her eyes roll back with a loud moan escaping her lips while she keeps grinding, making our releases last longer.

she slids from on top to stand up to. she turns off the camera, falling into bed, besides me. her chest going up and down with heavy breaths as i try catching my own, my cheeks burning red.

"not a word about this to anyone. this was a one time thing" i murmur, slowly getting up to find my clothes.

she lets out a sigh, replying. "yeah, not a word. we're not doing this again"

and one week later, i'm watching my own porn video posted on her only fans while she's between my legs with her tongue swirling around my clit as she speaks:

"do you like watching yourself while i eat you, doll?" she says as i nod. my hands grab her hair, tugging her up to leave my cunt. she gives me a heated kiss, making me taste myself on her mouth.

"let's do it again" i mumble in between kisses as she smirks, lowering herself down.

it's about to be a long night.

[erosmutt]

　★　STITCHES　⨟　S. Monroe & S. Barringer

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀❝Waiting for the chance to beat you, drooling on the set to feel you, blessing you with every kiss.❞

﹙characters﹚︰ Sam "I'm Not Gay" Monroe, Scott Barringer

﹙pairing﹚︰ Sam x Scott

﹙synopsis﹚︰ Sam's little secret gets out. Scott has to put him in his place.

﹙content warnings﹚︰ gay sex, f-slur usage, takes place in 2001 so don't take it too personal, biblically accurate (twink) sam

﹙notes﹚︰ Ella (@darthrenswiftie) came up with this. Knew what I had to do. Might be a genius with that picture setup not sure though.

When it got back to him that Scott had seen the video, Sam was absolutely mortified. No way, his crush had seen it. Scott Barringer, the captain of the football team, the guy that's fucked every girl at school . . . now he knows that Sam wants to be one of those girls too.

Initially, Scott made fun of it. Laughing with his friends about the "little faggot twink freak" that's pulling his cock to the thought of getting pounded by the jock. He knows that Sam stays late for the football games, solely for his friend Josh that's also on the team. The two of them will hang out, Sam will occasionally accompany him in the locker room just for support. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Sam wants to get fucked? Fine. He'll show him just what he's in for.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀✮ ✮ ✮

Perfect. Josh was kind enough to help Scott set Sam up. Sam sits on the bench in the locker room, drumming his ring-clad fingers against the wood when the door opens and slams heavily, almost ominously. The scent of nearly overbearing cologne hits Sam's senses and he freezes. No. Is it . . . ? He turns around, and suddenly, he's face to face with Scott Barringer himself. Oh, god. They both remember that video. Where Sam cries the blonde's name, his pretty pink lips glistening with saliva from repeated licking and his hand sticky and slick with his release.

"Hey there, fag."

Sam's eyes widen a fraction at the insult. He swallows, brow furrowing in irritation. "I'm not gay," he says defensively, getting up and putting some distance between the two of them. Scott just eats the distance right back up, cornering the other against the lockers. Suddenly, he slams him into the red lockers, making them rattle, and making Sam yell in pain. "Ow! The fuck was that f- whatareyou- ohh," his protests fade into a moan as Scott's knee presses against the stiffy in his cargo shorts. "Oh my god, Monroe, you are a fucking little twink. Is this all 'cause of me? You hard 'cause of me?"

Against his better judgement, Sam starts to grind against Scott's knee for friction, his eyes fluttering closed, his pretty lashes resting against his rosy cheeks. "Yeah, that's right, get yourself off on me like the little whore you are. You wan' me t'fuck you in the ass, don't you? Don't you?" He taunts. Sam nods desperately, and that's all Scott needs.

In an instant, Scott has Sam bent over the bench, his ass up in the air. Fuck, he's cute. No, this isn't what he's here for. He's here to teach him a lesson, not actually get off on this. Discarding his pants but not his socks, Scott positions himself behind Sam, landing a harsh smack to his ass, watching with satisfaction and reverie as the flesh jiggles and turns a bright red. Sam moans beneath him, gripping the sides of the bench desperately, trying to brace himself, but nothing prepares him for the feeling of the tip of the blonde's cock prodding at his tiny little hole. No lube, either? God, he's fucked. Literally.

Scott spits down onto his hole and smears it around before he holds Sam's cheeks apart, fingers digging into the plush, pliant globes before forcing himself inside. Well, the tip at least. Maybe it'd be better if Sam was riding him? He pulls out and yanks Sam onto the floor to get him out of the way before parking himself on the bench. "Get the fuck up here," he orders, patting his lap. "Face away, I don't wanna see your face when we do this." As if that makes it count any less.

Hurriedly, Sam takes hold of Scott's knees before lowering himself down slowly, whimpering as the tip pushes past the tight ring of muscle for the second time tonight. This is definitely better. It hurts like a bitch, no lube, barely any spit, Sam thinks he's going to be torn in two. Once he's fully inside, Scott hooks his arms underneath Sam's knees, pulling his legs up. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He breathes against his ear, making Sam nod pathetically. "Yeah, uh huh," he moans. Scott nuzzles his neck, giving a harsh thrust upward. "Then fucking take it."

Sam's mind is fuzzy, all he can do is whimper and moan like a whore, his voice echoing off the walls of the empty locker room as Scott thrusts up into him, stretching him beyond anything he's ever felt before . . . much, much thicker than his fingers, and much, much thicker than that plug he snagged from Spencer's with the help of a fake ID.

"Ohmygod, hurts so fuckin' good!" Sam cries, his voice slurring, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back, lips parted in pleasure, drool threatening to spill from his open mouth. He's absolutely going dumb on Scott's cock, and it really doesn't help that the blonde is all up against that sweet spot on his neck. "So loud," he pants, thighs starting to quiver, but he's nowhere near as messy as Sam is right now. His cock weeps precum that smears onto his shirt with every rub of his bouncing cock against it. "'s so big, fuck," Sam drawls, his moans getting higher pitched.

Scott stands, pushing Sam against the set of lockers once more, pressing his face against the cold metal and starting to thrust, now that he has better access. Sam arches his back and grabs at the lockers, settling on gripping the handles, every thrust from the boy behind him making the shoddy locker doors rattle. Scott grabs a fistful of Sam's hair and yanks his head back, other hand wrapping around his throat from behind and cutting off his airflow. "There's no way you're this fuckin' tight," he grunts, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his own cheeks flushed and rosy just like Sam's.

He's enjoying it. He's supposed to be teaching this little virgin freak a lesson, but he's enjoying it!

"Pleasepleaseplease," Sam moans, one hand moving from the locker handle to his cock, pumping it in time with Scott's thrusts as best he can. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes," his hand shakes, he has to use both of them to brace himself to keep himself from collapsing as his legs quiver, threatening to give out. His stomach churns with warmth, a tight coil about to snap at any given second. "'m gonna fuckin' cum," he warns, his eyes rolling back as he lets out the most pathetic noise Scott has ever heard in his life before spurting ropes of white onto the lockers before him, his cock twitching over and over, some of the pearlescent release falling onto his boots and the floor. It's so fucking much.

Scott stills, and with his own moan, he finishes inside Sam, a rush of satisfaction washing over him, adrenaline still pumping through him. They pant heavily, breaths mingling as Scott lets go of Sam's hair and pulls out of him, watching as the boy collapses to his knees, upper body falling forward and giving the blonde a good view of his fluttering hole. "Fuck, look at you..." Scott whispers, tugging his pants back on. "Get the fuck up before someone finds you in here, freak." He gives Sam's ass one more hard smack. "And you better not tell anyone. It's my word against yours. Got it, fag?"

Sam rolls onto his side, his hole aching. "Whatever asshole... get lost." He mutters. Scott rolls his eyes, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Freak." "Dickbag." Sam shoots back, not bothering to watch as Scott leaves, the door slamming closed behind him.

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it’s all a game to me anyway

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

summary: pining after athletes is never a good idea. that is, unless you’re good at getting your way.

warnings: smut (MDNI), hockey!abby, reader is lowkey a womanizer, choking, the knee thing™, thigh riding, power dynamic switcharoo, no aftercare but in a hot way

a/n: inspired by “music to watch boys to” by mother lana 🙏 if you’re a buff girl named abby anderson who plays hockey pls hit my line immediately. also read pt 2 here!!

“How’d you get in here?”

In any other scenario, her tone would’ve offended you. At least, you would’ve pretended it did. But this is a very special case; you’ve got Abby exactly where you want her, only because you know she feels the same.

It all started a few months ago during your first week of college. You’d developed a reputation around the school pretty quickly– you tend to pick girls up for a night just to leave them in the dust. It’s fulfilling, until it isn’t. Until you move onto the next, getting better and better at pretending you’d fallen head over heels just to take someone to bed. Now, just starting your second semester, you’d climbed up the social hierarchy pretty quickly, and you’ve been eyeing somebody in specific. After playing your tricks with half of her teammates, of course.

You stand in the empty locker room with her as she packs her bag. You can tell she’s fresh out of the shower and had just finished getting changed. You wonder if you could’ve sped this up by walking in a bit earlier.

“I snuck in,” you shrug. “Just noticed you never came out with your team– I wanted to say how sorry I am that you guys lost. You’re the captain, right? You could spread the message.”

Her eyes meet yours and she’s obviously unimpressed. “I could, but I won’t.” She quips.

You tilt your head. “How come?”

“Well, you’re… acquainted with most of them. Tell them yourself.” She says, setting her bag down on one of the benches so that she can face you. Her dirty blonde hair is still damp and, now that you think about it, this is the first time you’ve seen it out of that signature braid she always wears– and you’ve seen a lot of her.

It’s become a habit to show up to every game, every practice, intently watching her command her team and skate around on that ice like her life depends on it. You don’t know how hockey works. You honestly couldn’t care less, but you have more than enough reason to watch it, and you have your music to keep you company.

“Someone’s jealous.” You observe, taking a long step towards her.

Surprisingly, she doesn’t make any attempt to create some distance. She just raises her eyebrows at you. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You think I’m jealous?”

“Sounds like it.” You wrestle with a smile, not wanting to blow your one chance at this by pissing her off too much.

“Oh, really? And what’s there to be jealous of?” Abby questions, even if she has a pretty good idea what the answer will be.

“The winning team,” you take another step, “and… y’know, the fact that half of your team has had a turn with me. Not you, though. Not yet.”

The way her jaw tenses up makes your chest swell with pride. “Not yet?” She repeats. “You think I want a turn?”

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t look at me the way you do. You like it when I watch you all practice, because you know I’m just watching you.” You tell her.

Abby knows there’s no way to argue with that, no matter how much she’d like to. She looks for you in the bleachers and, when she finds you, subconsciously makes a point of holding that eye contact. You always have both of your headphones in. You’re always looking her up and down, licking your lips like she’s nothing but a freshly prepared meal to you. Honestly, it makes her confidence skyrocket. She’s secure in her capabilities, but a little boost never hurt.

“Athletes like being watched. That’s kinda the whole point,” she replies, “doesn’t make you special.”

“But I am special.” Another step forward. At this point, you have to tilt your head up to keep eye contact. “I’ve gotta be. You know what I want, but you’ve never told your coach to make me fuck off.”

That’s true, too, Abby thinks. She’d never admit it, though. “Maybe I should.” She says.

“You won’t.” You grin. “Not until you get your turn, at least.”

She’s the one to take the next step forward. You can feel her breath fan across your face. She doesn’t trust her voice to speak; her hard exterior slowly crumbling under the heat of your gaze.

So, she grabs you by the throat and leans down to catch your lips between hers.

You gasp, shocked that she’d be the one to take the initiative. You weren’t even sure if she liked girls, and here she was, already shoving her tongue past your lips, which you happily accepted. Her chest presses to yours as she backs you up against one of the lockers. You opt to ignore how hard your head hit the metal, given how preoccupied you are by the way she grabs both of your wrists in her other hand and holds them above your head.

Then, she pulls back to look at you. You aren’t the one in control and you know it. Oddly enough, you kind of like it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Abby rasps, shoving her knee between your thighs and pressing up right where you needed her, causing you to let out a pleased sigh.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just didn’t think you’d be so easy.”

She finds it ironic that you of all people would call her easy, but she decides not to linger on it. Instead, she slightly tightens her grip around your throat, reveling in the way she only needs one hand to make your breath stutter. The lack of air gives you a head-rush and you find yourself grinding down onto her thigh. Normally, you wouldn’t let yourself be reduced to a submissive mess, but you’d been pining after her for months. You’d do whatever it takes to get her head between your legs.

Abby kisses you once more, totally ignoring the way your hands struggle against her grip only because you kiss her back with a fervor she’s never felt.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, “fucking yourself on my leg like a dog.”

You whine at the lack of her lips on yours. “I want you so bad, Abby– been waiting for this forever.” You admit, which is just another ego boost for her.

She lets go of your wrists and pulls your arms to wrap around her shoulders. “Go ahead, then. Make yourself cum like this.”

You’re taken aback by the demand. Is that even possible? Hell, just to impress her, you’ll make it possible.

You slowly get yourself into a rhythm, rolling your hips into hers, thighs trembling as you hold yourself up simply by her shoulders. Her muscles flex beneath your hands and it only makes you moan louder. Your head falls back against the locker once more, giving Abby an opening to dive into your neck. She kisses, licks, bites any skin available to her, leaving little marks and bruises in her path. Something for her to gawk at later when you show up to practice (because she knows you will). Her hands hold you by your waist, fingertips digging into your flesh so hard that it hurts.

It only takes another two minutes until you feel your climax boiling somewhere deep inside of you. Your legs are just barely working anymore and your hips move with an untamed rhythm, shamelessly seeking any pleasure you can get. “I’m close,” you whimper, “please, please let me–”

Before you can finish your plea, she’s grabbing onto your hips and holding you still. You groan in frustration, balling your hands into fists and whacking them against her chest. “You fucking bitch!” You whine, only made angrier by the shit-eating grin on her face (plus the way she isn’t phased at all by your punches).

“Sorry,” Abby says, moving in so close to your face that your noses are nearly touching, “just needed to vent all this frustration. You know, since I lost the big game and all.”

She presses another kiss to your lips, and you reach up to grab hold of her hair, trying to deepen it as much as possible. She doesn’t struggle at all to pull away, though. You’ve never loved and hated someone’s muscles so much.

“Let me make it better.” You breathe, trying to move one of your hands down between her legs but she quickly grabs it to restrain you. “Please, I’ll– I promise, I’ll make you forget about that stupid game.”

“That’s not a very tempting offer,” Abby sighs dramatically just to get a rise out of you, “don’t wanna be sore for practice tomorrow.”

You scrunch your nose in thought. Is that an invitation? It has to be. She knows you’ll be there regardless. You stare deep into her eyes with a fury, but this only seems to amuse her.

She lets go of your hips and steps away from you. “See you then.”

You remain pressed up against the locker, lips kiss-bitten and legs shaky. You don’t even want to think about what your neck looks like. Abby grabs her bag from the bench and doesn’t even spare you another glance before walking out of the same door you came in through.

Fuck this, you think. Two can play at that game.

[cloooudmilk]

soda can

mini series: the four of us

you decide to tell shoko, and ONLY shoko, your secret.

does not need to be read in any specific order x x x

Ieiri is sitting on a bench, waiting for you.

When you arrive with two cans of soda in hand, you give her one of them, fresh from the vending machine.

Opening the can and taking a big gulp from it, she says, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” you answer back. You take your seat on the bench beside her. Leaning your head back, you sigh. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“You have to swear to secrecy.” You hold your pinky out, looking Ieiri straight in the eyes. She pulls her pinky out, linking it with yours. “Okay. So…I’m transferring to the sister school in Kyoto.”

Ieiri takes another sip from her drink. “Oh, wow.”

“Yeah,” you say. You finally open your can and take a sip from it.

“So when do you leave?”

You open your phone, checking the current date. “In about a week,” you hum.

“Oh, wow,” Ieiri repeats. “I’m guessing I’m the only one you’ve told so far.”

You nod, before adding, “The only one I’m telling, period. I don’t really feel like telling Geto or Gojo. I doubt they’d care, anyways.”

Ieiri remains quiet at your words. You continue, “I just don’t want it to become a big deal. It’d become annoying if it did.”

You tilt your head at Ieiri, she chugs down the rest of her drink. As soon as it’s empty, she puts it down, settling it between the both of you. “I totally get that,” is her reply. She wants to say more, how she thinks Geto and, especially, Gojo would care more than you think, but she respects your decision. Though Ieiri can’t help but think, it’d be funny to see Gojo’s reaction to the news.

But it’s not her place to say anything.

She leans back on the bench, flicking her eyes towards you. You sat straight, only looking at her with a tilt of your head. “It’ll suck being the only girl here, especially since I heard the incoming first years are both boys.”

You laugh, Ieiri will definitely miss hearing that. “Who knows? Maybe the underclassmen will be your type.”

“Nah,” Ieiri sighs. “I don’t think so.”

You stifle another laugh. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Utahime-senpai told me the boys at Kyoto aren’t very pleasant, so I probably won’t have any boyfriends any time soon.”

Ieiri sits up, staring at the field in front of the both of you. It’s then that she realizes how cold the early spring breeze seems to be. “I hope not. I’d be jealous if you started dating before me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss her joke with a wave of your hand. “So, are you gonna ask me?”

“Ask you what?” Ieiri speaks slowly, though she knows what you’re talking about.

You complete her thoughts. “Why I’m transferring.”

“Oh, yeah,” Ieiri quips. “Why are you transferring?”

You finally put your can of soda down, but Ieiri notices you haven’t quite finished it. You haven’t even drank half of it, only taking tiny sips between each pause in your conversation. “Gakuganji-sensei, even though he’s got an unlikable personality, has promised to mentor me. You know, since we have similar techniques. I think I can learn a lot from him, and he agreed, so he’s gotta see some potential in me.”

Ieiri smiles. She feels a bit of pride as she hears your explanation. She’s not really sure why, though. It’s not like she’s ever really pushed you to train hard, mostly because her training never overlaps with yours. At least with a mentor, you probably won’t die young.

You push your drink until it hits Ieiri’s thigh. She looks down at it, then back at you.

“I don’t really want it anymore. You can have it.” You stretch your arms towards the sky before standing up. “I think I’m going to bed early tonight. See you.”

You’re about to walk away before you bend down, your face close to Ieiri’s.

“Remember, you swore to secrecy!”

Ieiri nods. She waves as you head back inside.

She looks down at the cans of soda beside her. One is Coke, and the other is Sprite. She grimaces. Yeah, she’s not finishing your soda for you.

Fortunately, she doesn’t have to worry about throwing the half-full can away as Geto comes to sit beside her. She doesn’t really question where he came from.

“Ah, are you planning on drinking that?” He points at your discarded can. Ieiri shakes her head, and Geto takes it as his cue to take the can and tilt his head back as he brings it to his lips. Once he finishes downing it in one gulp, he looks at Ieiri, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Why do you look so sad?”

“I’m being left behind,” Ieiri weeps. “[name] is transferring to Kyoto.”

Geto’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Ieiri, realizing her mistake, covers his mouth. “Oh, shoot. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.” She then shrugs, realizing there was nothing she could do about it. “Don’t tell Satoru.”

“I won’t,” Geto says, but the grin on his lips tells her he’s already planning on telling Gojo. He takes both empty cans and leaves, tossing them into the trash.

Ieiri sighs.

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[zuriisnotreal]

One more chance to get you back. Pt 1.

Part two

Yandere ! fem ! " best friend" ! x fem ! reader

warnings : yandere tendencies, gore.

Aimee never really took much time or thought to think about you in general. you both met in first of middle school, not really knowing what your future career paths would end up being and just going on with life as it was back then.

you both had gotten along really well, almost inseparable. It seemed so after all, but Aimee was never one to disclose much information to you despite how long you both had been friends, even after your second year of high school. All you ever knew was that she had a mother who took care of her and her younger brother. you just thought she had understandable reasons. that was the first thing you got wrong about her true intentions.

you, however, did tell her about your life a lot, actually. how your mother passed on at a young age. as you did get to high school, you had a father who worked as a therapist but also had found himself often experimenting a lot at home. unfortunately, in your case, none of this experimenting was normal. you would always catch him in his home office, rambling onto himself, repeating the words, " i can bring her back. " or, " it's almost complete. "

you knew almost immediately that he was speaking of your deceased mother, but he always dismissed you, saying that he was only hoping. but you were oh so ultimately wrong.

but that third year was when it all happened. the least you would expect — something that you only saw in movies.

as you sat with Aimee during lunch. it was peaceful and quiet just like the black haired girl would like it, but you were one to bear witness to the sight of other students running oddly out of the school gates. Aimee only raised her eyebrow in curiosity to what was happening. She squinted her black eyes to look in the distance to see a teacher bite into fellow student's skin aggressively. rapid like an animal.

surprisingly, she immediately understood the situation, throwing her lunch tray down to the table and grabbing your hand and pulling her along with you.

" Aimee !? " you yelped, unaware of what she saw that everyone was running from. but soon, you completely understood why. watching, as student hit a teacher in the forehead with their bag, the students features were jo longer human like — more looking as if they were killed and brought back to life once more.

sunken red eyes that rolled back their head, shirt covered in dirt and blood, their leg that had a bone sticking out of their ankle, mouth wide and open ready to take another of someones flesh. the sight almost made you throw up.

Aimee, fortunately, still held her grasp onto your hand, pulling you along with her as if she knew exactly what was going to come next. something inside you told you that every step the she took was calculated and planned, you were not used to it.

" hold on. " she spoke softly, coming to a stop when she saw the exit was completely blocked. she immediately took the chance to turn around and went for the nearest room where they could at least hide in.

she pulled you in with her and slammed the door shut.

so much had just happened. you sunk down to the floor, feeling scared. could this been a possible start of an apocalypse ?

your breaths were shallow, coming out in unnatural patterns, your vision getting blurry as your eyes teared up.

Aimee couldn't help but watch your sadness and internal shock from all that just happened now. but she had seen this before. but even so, every timeline, it made her extremely upset to see you upset.

she crouched down, hearing your saddened sobs. she was ready to go through this again just as she did the previous 1632 times.

" Don't worry, you're safe here. With me."

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

(guys I'm back with another essay long headcanon ,.I have to much time on my hands 😔)

I like to think some hermits with non overworld origins have never seen snow (like me before it snowed 8.8 inches in Florida where It hasn't fr snowed In like 50 years and they cancelled school for a week - I mean what?) they just see this mysterious white powder that makes your hands numb floating down from the sky and are like "what. is this like, ashes? nuclear fallout? drugs??".and one of the other has to explain "yeah that just. happens sometimes. we kinda just deal with it and move on" but even after years of living in the overworld they're still not used to it and just. look at it. In awe. everytime it snows.

NAH YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END?! IF YOU THINK THESE HERMITS DON'T HAVE AN ORGANIZED SNOWBALL FIGHT EVERY YEAR YOU ARE WRONG. THIS THING HAS BETRAYALS, ALLIES, AND IS A FULL ON MONTH LONG WAR.

(don't ask them what the rules are, no one knows. they decide who wins by who has to get treated for frostbite the least) (its not a snowball fight on the hermitcraft server unless someone loses a finger)(or gets hypothermia)(it's usually bdubs)

tbh the reason bdubs always gets hypothermia is because he always hides in an impressively camouflaged igloo the entire month with a continuously growing pile of snowballs that may or may not be the size of a house of which he refuses to "come out we have hot chocolate" this is not helped by the fact they are shouting this into the open air hoping he is somewhere nearby as bdubs hide and seek skills are exquisite, and he refuses to "forfeit" the game by "giving in to the enemy" no matter how many hot drinks and blankets are promised

grian is treated like Schrodingers ̶C̶a̶t̶ (that's supposed to be a strike though btw) parrot, as in "if I don't check, he is both at once and therefore cannot hit me" (which he might be because grian will be grian fr) check being check to see if he is hiding around the corner with the ball of ice he passes off as a snowball which he never the less will be . Staring at you. (Until he starts pelting ice chunks at you. He might still be staring, but no one knows because they're too busy running away to check)

Cub sees grian standing in the door way and just dodges them. Without moving from his spot. He just dodges.

Did doc invent a large snowball firing machine that could knock over even the feistiest gem. Yes. Was he also banned from using it because it would break the server as well as the gem? Yes.

Do not .I REPEAT, DO NOT take the snow from pearls backyard. It may look safe, but I guarantee you, that snow has been peed on by a dog.

Jevin is over here just absorbing those snowballs like a boss

pearl is also over here staring into the open sky menacingly throwing a snowball between her hands. "Whatcha doin?" "Threatening grian" "?" "He'll know"

An unidentifiable being that you cannot look directly at but definitely has deer antlers floats down from the sky landing daintily on top of a kraken tentacle holding a glowing golden chest adorned with many beautiful designs and engravings. The chest floats down, gently landing on the floor in front of gem. "Thanks 👍" gem says looking directly at it with literally no trouble because she's just like that- the chest opens to reveal a hole to a pocket dimension full of unmeltable snowballs and a note that says "I heard you needed snowballs for a fight? Who am I to deny my champion a good war :D anyways usual Thursday gossip sesh still work?" This is probably a bad thing because if patron deities are about to get involved, this fights 'bout to get CRAZY . I would say it's impressive help from deities hasn't been banned yet, but there is both no rules and that would also disqualify a significant amount of hermits from playing

Pearl decides that the easiest way to win would be to get the moon involved, its basically a giant snowball right? This is quickly put a stop to. No one wants a repeat of moon big. How she was able to ask the moon though raises questions...

Biblically accurate angels look kinda like snowballs right? This is skizzs logic. He might have scared some people though... Alternatively, he divebombs people with an arm full of snowballs while laughing maniacally

Alternatively alternatively,skizz distracts them with dad jokes, and impulse comes at 'em from behind this works like a charm if you ignore all the times this ended up with impulse face down in the snow and skizz pointing and laughing before he gets a face full of the snow as well

Joel also prefers the tactic of laughing manically while chasing you with his (suspiciously yellow) snowballs (don't worry it's just from the honey) (or is it???)

COINCIDENTALLY (or not) one of these famed snowball fights during the empires crossover. This has resulted in some non hermits becoming aware of this amazing event and being roped in. This has subsequently resulted in many more people for me to think of head canons for 👍 yay !

Scott is just having fun making his snowmen with jimmy and gets pelted (dont worry though this results in many many shovels of snow being dumped down jackets and onto heads by Scott)

Jimmy wills get hit with one snowball and instinctively block it with a wing and start yelling and chasing people down with "I'm not a toy" level rage but then spend all day complaining to grian about how wet his feathers are now

Sausage will inevitably make a ball related joke

Oli will start singing the ballad of the snowball fight or something

jimmy will also start making a rube Goldberg style sort of machine or something outside of Grians house consisting or two oranges one milk carton five glass bottles 'organically sourced' wood planks, diamond ore wiring from the bowels of docs latest redstone machine, tango, some suspicious milk (not in the carton I might add) one of pearls dogs sitting precariously on a teetering wooden board (it looks quite surprise on how it got there) (don't tell pearl) an anonymous persons plushy, some number twenty two pencils (not sure where those came from) a Giga Pie, some royal emeralds, and a large boulder sitting at the very top, worryingly positioned above the dogs head. All of this to drop a bucket of powdered snow on grians head when he walks through. This is the ruined of course when who but grian himself walks up behind him and just straight up WALKS THROUGH THE DOOR. and then the bucket falls on Jim's head while his mouth is still open in shock. Sorry Jim.

Bonus: I have this very clear image in my head of Martyn hearing all bout this and being like "you didn't tell me ren >:(" and ren just stand their sheepishly. About a week later, Martyn is visiting the hermitcraft server and someone throws a snowball at him. He is sitting in a pool chair. He catches it without looking. This is why they did not tell him.

(I do not apologize for the long headcanon I had so much fun with this)

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[wordsarelife]

—hits different

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader

summary: isaac and you both like each other, it just takes some time for you to realize that the other does as well..

warnings: underage drinking

notes: this should've been posted yesterday.. i'm so sorry

"have any of you seen y/n?" isaacs voice beamed off the walls of the large room and both derek and scott turned their heads so sudden, he wondered if he had just interrupted something.

"y/n?" scott wondered "haven't seen her since school"

"well, obviously she's not here" derek exclaimed with a roll of his eyes and isaac sighed.

"i know" he stretched "i just wondered if any of you knew where exactly she is" he widened his eyes to make a point, which was answered with another eye roll from derek and a shrug from scott. "well, thank you for all the help. i'll go find her myself then"

"she might be hanging out with stiles" scott said as isaac was already walking out of the door.

despite scott being not sure, isaac decided that it did not hurt to drive to stiles' house and have a look for himself. he often found you in the company of the boy, which sometimes made him wonder if there was going more than friendship between the both of you.

he stopped the car before stiles house and got out, walking up the front porch and knocking on the door.

"hey" stiles exclaimed when he swung open the door.

"hey" isaac greeted "i'm looking for y/n" he explained, before he tried to take a look inside "is she here?"

stile shook his head "no, she mentioned something about a club, and some other friend that was going with her"

"huh" isaac nodded, with a tight-lipped smile. "thats kind of weird of her, isn't it?"

stiles just shrugged his shoulders and isaac nodded finally.

"okay, ehm, thanks man"

"sure" stiles nodded with a tightlipped smile, at the lack of movement from isaac, he raised his brows "is there still something i can help you with?"

"uh, yeah" isaac smiled uncomfortably "what's the name of the club?"

"the sinema, i guess" stiles replied shrugging "it's the only club around here"

"yeah, right" isaac raised his arm, lazily waving goodbye, before he walked back to his car.

"is there one story that does not involve isaac lahey?" your friend, amy, loudly asked your, trying to be heard over the music.

"sorry" you replied "we're just very close"

"yeah, yeah" amy nodded her head, having heard enough of the boy in the last hour "that's exactly why you're gonna get drunk out of your mind and forget all about him"

"i'm not sure that's how it works" you noted.

"well it does in my books" amy furrowed her brows, holding the tequila shot in your direction.

you took the glass, admitting that you couldn't think of a better solution yourself, so it couldn't hurt to try hers. anything to get your mind of the blonde boy was greatly appreciated.

the night passed by quickly, you were a drunken mess, slurring about everything and anything.

"you know what i find weird?" you asked amy, both of you laying in the sitting booth of the club.

"no, what?" amy replied, a giggle breaking out between her lips. you joined into her laughter, unable to contain yourself, before you quickly shook your head, focusing back on the matter you were trying to discuss.

"well, scott said that isaac doesn't fancy kylie" you began, rolling your eyes at the name of the girl. at the same time you felt kind of bad, she hadn't done anything to you and yet here you were, saying her name like she had ran over your dog. "but if that's true, why is he always sending her these fuck me eyes?"

"fuck me eyes?" amy repeated, giggling once again "i'm not sure that's a thing, honey"

"i'm sure it is, i've seen it first-hand from stiles to lydia"

amy laughed even louder amidst the fact that you had spied on other people to prove your point.

"i think that's just stiles personally" she shrugged.

the thing about being drunk was that there was no way to direct any feelings, when you were drunk, your mood shifted like you were sitting on a roller coaster.

"can you please take this seriously?" you asked, your tone etched in annoyance and frustration.

"but you're being ridiculous" amy shook her head and you sat up, crossing your arms.

"i'm not trying to be" you muttered, the first tears escaping your eyes.

"y/n, sweetheart" amy cooed, sitting up as well and dropping an arm around your shoulder. "don't cry about him again please" you felt bad that it was your fault that the mood had shifted so drastically. both of you had so much fun all night and now you had gone and spoiled the mood.

"sorry" you cried. "i just miss isaac so much and i wish that he would miss me too whenever we're not together"

unbeknownst to you, isaac did miss you just as much as you were missing him.

"excuse me?" the bouncer turned around, raising his brows at the boy that was absolutely not dressed like he was going clubbing.

"what?" the man asked, watching the blonde boy expectingly.

"i was searching for my friend" isaac explained "she's about this tall" he held a hand up, before he continued to describe the color and length of your hair, what you were probably wearing and how your voice sounded "she's really pretty, really nice, most of the time at least" he ended his description.

the bouncer, who was ready to turn the boy away with an annoyed 'do you think i know everyone inside?', paused, when he noticed two girls stumbling out of the entrance. "that her?" he asked, pointing a finger in their direction.

"wow" isaac muttered impressed, before he nodded "yeah, thanks man" he patted the bouncer's shoulder, before he walked up to amy and you.

"isaac" you slurred as you recognized the boy behind amy.

"yeah, yeah" amy nodded "we already discussed him, honey"

"no" you shook your head, pointing again "isaac!"

amy almost sighed in relief when she noticed the boy approaching. even though she had the same amount of tequila shots as you, she had calmed down a bit and was way less drunk than you. she could handle alcohol much better than you anyway.

"hey" isaac smiled with a lopsided grin.

"isaac!" you slurred once again and the blonde boy laughed at your excitement.

"do you think you could take her home?" amy asked "my boyfriend just came and we want to stay a bit longer. i'd invite the both of you along, but i think y/n's had enough"

"of course" isaac nodded "no problem"

"thank you" amy smiled gratefully, before she hugged you goodbye and pointed her boyfriend out to isaac, so he was sure she was not alone waiting for him.

"bye!" you slurred in her direction as she took off.

isaac watched you in silent amusement. "let's go home, yeah?" he smiled and you nodded, your eyes already halfway closed.

he helped you to the car, all while you put on a tremendous rendition of taylor swifts 'love story'. you missed half the lyrics and weren't singing the right notes, but isaac didn't mind.

"pretty good" he complimented laughing once your singing had been finished.

"thank you, isaac" you smiled at him, dragging out his name. "your name is so beautiful" you smiled before you repeated pronouncing it slower every time.

the sunlight streamed through the window, hitting your face and waking you up with an unpleasant grogginess. your head throbbed, and your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around, realizing you were in your own bed. relief washed over you briefly before flashes of the previous night trickled back.

you remembered the club, the tequila shots, and then… isaac. you groaned, hiding your face in the pillow, trying to bury the embarrassing memories. what had you said to him? something about his name being beautiful. you cringed inwardly. you could not remember his answer, nor anything that happened after.

a sudden noise from the front door made you sit up abruptly, the room spinning a little from the movement. you steadied yourself, listening. someone was trying to come into the house. your heart raced as you quickly oustretched your hand, reaching for your phone on the bedside table.

"amy?" you whispered as soon as you friend had picked up.

"y/n?" amy wondered. you could tell that she had just woken up herself, her voice almost breaking. "who's that?" another voice asked and you could imagine henry, amy's boyfriend, laying next to her, confusion evident on his face.

"it's y/n" amy whispered harshly, before her mouth was closer to the phone again. "what is it, honey? it's the middle of the night"

"it's past eleven" you whispered harshly "and someones trying to break into the house"

"what?" you couldn't see what she was doing, but imagined she was sitting up in bed, due to all the noise she was making.

"someone's breaking in" you repeated.

"shit" amy said worriedly "okay, it's alright, henry can come and—“

before she could finish, the front door flew open. you quickly slipped onto the ground so you could hide behind the bed. "too late" your voice was a pitch higher as you basically screamed in a whisper "they're inside"

"shit, shit, shit" you could hear rushed movements on the other side of the phone "get up, idiot" amy screamed at henry (you assumed) "our friend is getting murdered"

"amy" even after all the years at the side of scott and stiles and every bad situation they had gotten themselves in, you had never been so scared before.

"it's alright, babe" amy tried to sound calming, but failed miserably "we're coming to help you"

"y/n?" a voice called and steps neared your bedroom. you couldn't help the sigh of relief escaping your lips.

"are you dead?" amy screamed and you held the phone away, your ears ringing from the loudness of her voice. "did they find you?"

"well if they didn't before, they would have now" you muttered "i'm alright, it's just isaac"

isaac opened the door, just as you had finished speaking. you raised your hand, waving at him and he walked around the bed, eyebrows furrowed.

"i'll call you back later" you said into the phone, ending the call before amy was able to say anything else.

"so, what are you doing, exactly?" isaac asked, amusement sounding through his voice.

"i thought someone was trying to break in" you shrugged, you saw no sense in lying.

"oh sorry" isaac scratched the back of his neck "i didn't mean to scare you, you asked me to stay yesterday, so i slept on the couch and went to grab some breakfast for us"

"oh god" you held your hand in your hands, not being able to look at him "i can't even remember half the car ride yesterday, let alone anything that followed after" you looked down and only noticed now that you were wearing a pyjama.

"you changed yourself" isaac quickly said as he noticed the worry on your face "you asked me to give you a pyjama and changed while i waited in the hallway"

"sorry" you shook your head "i shouldn't have assumed—“

"no, no" isaac quickly interrupted "it's fine, please don't apologize"

you stood up and both of you were now standing in front of each other. "did i say something embarrassing yesterday?" you asked. you weren't sure if you wanted an answer to that, but you had to know.

isaac smiled. "well, you told me that my name was beautiful, which no one has done before, so it's greatly appreciated"

"that's it?" you wondered.

"eh, no" isaac looked a bit uncomfortable now and your smile died down.

"did i say something inappropriate?" your eyes widened "did i say something that made you uncomfortable?"

"no, but" isaac looked out of the window behind you, his cheeks reddening more and more "you said that you really really liked me"

your eyes widened even more and you looked down in embarrassment. "oh my god, i'm so—" you paused, remembering a very important detail from the night before "wait, why were you at the club yesterday?"

isaac laughed. "i was searching for you, actually" he admitted.

"oh really?" you smiled up at him.

"yeah" isaac shrugged "that's also why i stayed even though i live three minutes away, because i really really like you too"

a wave of relief and something warmer washed over you. isaac's words took a moment to sink in, and when they did, your heart fluttered.

"you... you like me?" you repeated, hardly believing what you were hearing.

isaac nodded, his cheeks still tinged with a light blush. "yeah, i do. i have for a while now, but i didn't know how to tell you. when stiles said you were at the club last night, i thought it was the perfect chance to see you."

you couldn't help but smile, the nervousness in your stomach slowly turning into excitement. "you asked stiles where i was?"

"yeah" isaac shrugged, laughing "i thought you were with him, because i always thought there was something going on between the two of you"

"oh, isaac" you shook your head "that couldn't be more wrong. as i said last night: i like you and only you. stiles is like a brother to me, i couldn't never even, no—ew"

isaac giggled, before he stepped closer, his expression softening. "i'm glad we finally got that out in the open."

you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building. "so, what now?"

isaac's lopsided grin returned. "how about we start with breakfast? i got your favorite from the bakery down the street."

your stomach growled at the mention of food, and you laughed. "that sounds perfect."

[theamarischapter]

He’s Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 03; the hangout

previous: chapter 2

a/n: hey everyone!! it feels like it’s been forever lmfao. it’s been chaotic but the chapter is finally here! if anyone would like to join the tag list, please lmk :)

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 2.9k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: your friends trick you into hanging out with him (alone). you should’ve seen it coming, really…but it’s not the worst. it’s actually fun! well, until…

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

It starts with an innocuous text from Kai.

hyuka!! : hi ^ - ^  do u wanna go to the movies on saturday ur bf will be there… (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

you: shut up 🙄 i’m free who else is going

hyuka!! : soobin yunjin said maybe  and me ofc!! ( ^ω^ )

you: okay 😛  lmk what time and everything 

Of course, you think nothing of the interaction. Why would you? It’s your cousin inviting you to see a movie…and your friends said they’d be there. You made sure to ask them directly. Beomgyu will be there too, but whatever. It’s not like it matters. He’s just another person in the group, nothing more. Of course, you’ll get teased and everything but it’s no big deal—it’s been a while since you all hung out, anyway. 

The rest of the week passes in a blur of boring classes and repetitive homework. Everything is so normal and your friends have been talking non-stop about the movie you’re going to watch. Honestly, you’ve become quite interested in seeing it—you even decided to watch the trailer. When the weekend comes, you find yourself smiling at the thought of hanging out with your friends. It’s cold out, so you put on a few layers before stepping out into the chilly breeze. 

The movie theater is about ten minutes away from your home, and Kai texted you to meet out in front. You type out a text to let everyone know you’re on your way since you’re running late; it’s left unread—weird…they’ve been nonstop in the group chat all week, so why the silence now? The large building slowly comes into view, sitting beside the rest of your town’s constantly overcrowded mall. The car slows to a stop beside the curb and your eyes scan the area. You spot Beomgyu standing alone in front of the large glass doors, fingers moving anxiously over his phone—texting someone, maybe. A weird feeling begins to bubble in your chest, eyes narrowing down at your own phone—still nothing from your friends. You glance at the time, and you’re about eight minutes late. With a resigned sigh, you step out of the car, waving goodbye as your mother drives away.

“Hey, uh… Where is everyone?” You ask, standing in front of Beomgyu. He startles and his head whips up, meeting your gaze wide-eyed, as though surprised to see you. He looks around, lips parting, then closing, then parting again. What’s up with him?

“Everyone?” He repeats, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. It takes a moment, and then a flash of realization passes through his eyes. His lips press into a thin line before he scoffs, shaking his head. “Kai said it’d just be him and Soobin.” 

“Really? He told me he invited Yunjin and Chaewon, though—they both said they were coming…” Your words slow down as the realization hits you, too. It’s already ten minutes after you were all supposed to meet and only you and him are here? And your friends, who usually spam the group chat, are suddenly silent? You let out a long sigh, looking away from him. You’re an absolute idiot. How did you not see it coming? It’s so obvious now that you’re here, alone with Beomgyu in front of the movie theater. This is a setup. 

“What the hell.” He mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing at his buzzing phone screen. He senses your curiosity, the unasked question in your gaze, so he turns the phone to you. On it you see a message notification from Kai that says “have fun ( ˘ ³˘)♥.” Neither of you say anything. The wind nips at your cheeks, and for a second, the only sound is the hum of traffic in the distance. His phone buzzes again and he ignores it. He brings his phone back down into his pocket with a long, weary sigh. There’s an unspoken tension as if you’re both waiting for the other to do or say something, afraid of making the “wrong” move. You’re unsure why you suddenly feel the need to fiddle with your sleeve and avert your gaze—you were fine a few seconds ago! But, that was also when you’d assumed there’d be other people to make up for the awkward feelings and thoughts that always bubble up when he’s around. You shake your head, dismissing the unwanted thoughts. What’s the big deal, anyway? 

“Well, um. I mean- we already…” You stumble over the words, feeling indescribably unsure of yourself. There’s this unfamiliar, tight feeling in your chest that makes your throat tickle and your tongue feel heavy. You aren’t the most charismatic person in the world—you’ve had your fair share of awkward interactions—but talking to people isn’t that bad. And it’s Beomgyu of all people! Why are you struggling? “We already bought the tickets, so we might as well stay…if you want to—um, you don’t have to! It’s cold out and everything so-”

“No, it’s fine. Um, I’ll stay.” His response is quick, almost eager, and he immediately regrets it. He shifts his weight back and forth, clearing his throat. His mind races—does this make it seem like he wants to be here? Because he doesn’t. Not really. It’s just—

His gaze flickers to you, and you’re watching him expectantly. No judgment, no irritation, just quiet, kind patience. A gaze he remembers, the one that captivated him in middle school. He allows himself to relax, exhaling quietly.

“I don’t mind.” He says, steadier this time. He gestures toward the wide glass door behind him, offering you a polite smile as he holds it open for you. A tinge of warmth flows through your chest and the tension in your posture eases—just a little. See? He’s nice. You have nothing to worry about. It’s just a normal hangout with… a friend. Beomgyu seems a bit more at ease too, since you’re both on the same page. He’s really nice and, apparently, he's the kind of guy who insists on paying for your snacks, even when you argue you have your own money.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Beomgyu can’t help but feel a bit annoyed. It was just the other day that he told Kai about his crush on Yeji, yet here he is, sitting beside you in the movie theater. Then again, there are worse people he could be stuck with. It’s just frustrating to have his feelings so blatantly ignored by his best friend. And then there’s also the fact that every negative thought about himself tends to resurface whenever you’re around, almost like a learned response. It happens before he can stop it—the automatic scan of your expression, the way his brain scrambles to pick apart your every shift in posture. He begins to gauge your unreadable expression and pull from it illusory ideas of dissatisfaction or ridicule. 

You don’t want to be here. You’d rather be with anyone else. You think he’s weird. A loser. Awkward. Someone you tolerate at best. You two don’t get along—

He should know better by now. He’s not that kid anymore. But still—

Are you bored? Are you fidgeting because of him? Are you regretting staying? His stomach knots.

Why does he care, anyway? Middle school was a long time ago, meaning he’s had plenty of time to let go of those bygone feelings. But, maybe, he forgot to let go of ingrained habits associated with you. Maybe deep down there’s a part of him that still holds you to an unattainable standard. The girl who was never in his league, who never took a second glance at him, who probably only ever knew him as her cousin’s best friend. He really needs to stop doing that all the time. In any case, you’re the one who offered to continue the hang-out, your here by your own choice. Because, in reality, you’re not some special celebrity. You’re just a normal, average teenage girl. Just his best friend's cousin whom he happened to end up alone with because some people love to be stubborn. He’ll get back at Kai for this…just wait.

The movie passes by in a blur of flashing images. The tension in his chest fades for the hour and a half that he sits completely captivated by the story being told on screen. Well, okay, he fell asleep like forty minutes in but whatever! The first half was really good…so he’s sure the rest was, too. 

You almost don’t want to wake him from his peaceful slumber. Even as the lights gradually come on, you sit unmoving beside him, eyes lingering on his plump lips and long eyelashes. Get it together, idiot. You nudge him gently. He shifts a little, taking a slow breath as his eyes flutter open. They connect with yours and it feels like the universe pauses for just a moment.

“The movie’s over.” You say quietly, glancing at your hand, which remains gently placed against his shoulder. Oops. You pull it away hastily, clearing your throat as you collect your garbage and stand. You refuse to spare him another glance, which he’s actually grateful for. You won’t see the reddening tips of his ears. He regrets falling asleep—what if you think he’s weird now? Or boring? Or rude, or something? The warmth of your palm lingers on his shoulder. He walks silently beside you as you exit the theater. 

The lively chatter of others fills the silence between you. Some say the movie was good, others found it boring. The exit gets closer and closer. Perhaps you two hadn’t made as much progress as friends as he initially thought. Should he bring up the movie? He was asleep for half of it, though. Are you two just going to part ways without speaking? He’s holding the door open for you now, noticing the way your gaze avoids his. Did he do something wrong? The quiet breeze whispers by, and he stops in his tracks when you suddenly stop. Finally, the tension is broken. 

“So…um.” You start, conversation eluding you. Seriously, this needs to stop. It’s Beomgyu. Beomgyu. There’s nothing to stress over. “Did you like the movie?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he replies stiffly, hands clenched in his pockets. His lips purse, a soft breath coming out through his nose. He just needs to be himself. His real self—the one he’s been working so hard to improve. “I mean, the part that I saw, at least.” He laughs softly.

You laugh in response, easing up again. Internally, Beomgyu celebrates this exceptional achievement, which boosts his ego and encourages him to do more. The Beomgyu from middle school would be shaking right about now. “I was so invested and then the next thing I knew I was the main character.”

“What time did you go to sleep yesterday?” You ask, an amused huff escaping your lips as you smile at him. He looks away from you, a smile pulling at his lips as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Well…I kinda lost track, but maybe 3 AM?” He replies, a touch of hesitance in his tone. You’re still smiling at him, shaking your head. 

“At least it’s the weekend.” You shrug, glancing over to the mall, which sits right beside the movie theater. There’s a lot that happens in your mind over the span of a few seconds. First, the impulsive thought to invite him to hang out a little longer. Then, the realization that you don’t need anything fueling your friends’ shipping. Then, dismissing that thought because you already watched the movie with him which is enough to have fueled the shipping anyways. And then your gaze connects with his, triggering your brain to give in to an unasked request in his eyes. Is that really all the convincing it took…? “Uh, do you wanna go get some ice cream or something? Since we’re by the mall already.”

His expression brightens a little, lips pulling into a pretty smile. He nods, his fingers mindlessly fiddling with the hem of his sweater. “Sure.”

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

As you browse around the mall, you get to know him better, slowly making your way toward the food court. He's unexpectedly fun—goofy, even—and keeps you smiling the whole time. You’ve never really seen him break out of his shell like this, but it’s refreshing. Maybe your impression of him has been wrong all along—he’s not some awkward loser or intimidatingly reserved. In fact, he’s the exact opposite. He’s charming and kind, his presence exuding a natural warmth—now that he’s more comfortable with you. Since he bought your snacks for the movie, you make sure to pay for his ice cream, even though he tries to pay. You take a seat at an empty table in the food court, sitting across from each other. 

“Ice cream in the winter…” You murmur, letting out a small huff as you take a scoop from your cup. He raises an eyebrow, elbows resting on the table as he laughs softly. 

“It was your suggestion,” he teases. As he takes the first bite, he lets out an overexaggerated hum of delight. His eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up. “It’s delicious.” 

You can’t help but laugh, unsure how to react to such an overblown reaction. You simply nod, deciding to go along with it. It’s a little annoying that it’s him who’s making you smile and laugh so much. Your friends are going to get the wrong idea, especially because you exchanged numbers on the walk to the food court. Either way, the hangout has been surprisingly nice—ignoring the fact that you were both tricked into being here. 

Tricked, but technically…not forced.

And, of course, when things are going well the universe has a way of interrupting. An unexpected face appears, displaying a bright smile and gentle gaze meant for Beomgyu. Her sweet voice rings out, interrupting the small moment you’d been having. It’s…Yeji. 

“Oh, Beomgyu! Hey! You two on a date?” She asks, her voice bubbly and naive. Her kind gaze shifts to you and, for just a moment, it almost feels like she’s sizing you up. Her gaze flickers down, then up, before settling back on Beomgyu.

A date? With you? Something about the thought makes his brain glitch, but he obliterates the thought in seconds. He promised himself to move on.

“What? No—no, not at all. It’s nothing like that.” Beomgyu replies hastily, shaking his head with wide eyes and a breathy laugh. His attention is fully on her now and for some reason…that bothers you.

More than that, however, is how quick that response was. You were going to say no, but it seems he was eager to make it very clear that you aren’t on a date, dating, or anything of the sort. Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean you aren’t a little offended. Like, is the thought of dating you that bad? You thought things were going pretty well. Anyway, it’s not like it matters. It’s better if he isn’t into you; it saves you the guilt of rejecting him. Plus, it’s just Beomgyu…his opinion doesn’t matter. At all. 

They seem to be having a comfortable conversation, even if Beomgyu’s leg is incessantly bouncing beneath the table. It’s all a blur to you. You spend the time trying to make yourself invisible because you’d prefer not to feel like some sort of third wheel. You scroll through messages, check the weather, and type random words in your notes app. Your ice cream has begun to melt by the time Yeji is walking away with a pretty smile, waving gently and sparing you one final, subdued glare. You sit up, clearing your throat to gain his attention again—his gaze had followed her as she walked away. 

“Well, I think I should probably go now. Um, I have some homework to do. So…” You say quietly, forcing a smile as you take a deep breath. He tilts his head, sitting up straight as he scrutinizes your expression. His eyebrows pull together faintly, but he simply nods. 

“Alright. I’ll…walk you out to the front.” He replies softly, standing with you and tossing his empty ice cream cup into the nearby trash can. You don’t have the will to argue or refuse, so you decide to walk beside him silently. As you approach the curb, your mother’s car sits there waiting for you. 

“Um, do you want me to wait with you?” You ask, gaze avoiding his. There’s an inexplicable tightness in your chest. As dumb as it sounds, perhaps there’s a part of you deep down that thrives off of the idea of…whatever this is. It provides a sense of comfort—a guarantee of prospective romance. Not because it’s him, no, it would be the same with anyone! He shakes his head softly in response, smiling sweetly. 

“It’s okay. I’ll see you around?” There’s a beat of silence, his gaze still carefully analyzing your expression. It’s like he can intuitively sense that the energy has shifted, but doesn’t want to mention it outright. You force a smile, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah. See you, Beomgyu.” You wave goodbye, getting into the car. Faintly, hidden beneath his dark hair, the tips of his ears warm up—that’s the first time you’ve said his name today. He can’t help but think it sounds nice coming from you. That thought is quickly dismissed, though, replaced by thoughts of how pretty and nice Yeji is and how he can’t believe he had an actual conversation with her—and she was the one to initiate it! He feels a flutter in his chest, smiling to himself as he thinks everything over again.

Yet somehow, it’s not as fulfilling as he imagined. Something changed.

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Hii could u do an illumi x reader college/uni au !

Absolutely, thank you for requesting! Sorry this is so short, i’m absolutely SWAMPED with schoolwork and am currently alternating between writing fics and doing my assignments :, )

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Lovestruck — Illumi Zoldyck x reader (college/university AU)

You never thought you’d be stuck in the cliché “crush on your tutor” situation, yet here you were. Sitting at one of the small tables in the corner of the University library with the top student in your grade, you found yourself lost in thought, not thinking before you speak.

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“Sorry I’m late!” you apologized, setting your stuff down on the corner-most table in the library. Taking your notebook and textbook out of your bag in a hurry, you plop down in your seat. “It’s okay, Y/N. I appreciate the apology, though.” Answered the lean, black-haired boy sitting next to you, with a blank, yet inviting, look on his face. You weren’t exactly sure why, but the way his sharp, pale features looked in the warm, dim light of the library made your heart race. You’d known him since freshman year of high school, but recently found yourself developing feelings for him nearly 4 years later, after you both were accepted into the same prestigious university. “Okay, Illumi,” you began, “the test coming up in chem…. I’m not really understanding what’s going on. I asked you to meet up here to see if you could help..?”

“Ahh, okay, I see. Yeah, what do you need help with?” He asked. You answered, “I missed a couple days of class last week, ‘cause I wasn’t feeling well. Can you fill me in on what we learned?”

He responded with, “Yeah, did you bring your textbook?” You nodded, pushing it over to him. He opened the chemistry textbook, flipping through to get to the right page number. He leaned in, closing most of the gap between the two of you so you both could properly see the small text on the pages as he began repeating what your professor had explained. At first, your eyes were fixated on the page and you were actually paying attention to what he was saying. After a few minutes, though, you realized just how little space was between you and Illumi. Your legs were almost touching, and you could smell his fancy cologne mingle with the scent of old paper. His face was probably a little bit less than a foot away from yours, and in that moment, he completely lost you. He was explaining the chemistry lessons you missed, and you were instead focused on his silky, pin-straight hair and the smooth way his voice sounded when he talked quietly, rather than what he was actually saying. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize you were staring straight into the side of his head as he wrote things down or pointed at diagrams in the textbook. After about five minutes, he finally looked up, his dull and empty eyes meeting yours. “Y/N, are you understanding any of this?” He asked.

You didn’t respond, still lost in your own head.

You finally responded when he asked, “are you going to pay attention, or are you just going to keep staring off into space?”

“Sorry, you just look really good in this light— I cant stop staring at you.”

Wait, what did you just say? Why did you say that? What were you thinking? Before you could even think about what you were saying, the words spilled out of your mouth, unfiltered and uncontrolled. It finally hit you, the realization that you’d said that out loud. He blinked back at you, a very faint look of surprise on his face.

And that’s when you noticed it. A pink blush creeping up onto his pale skin. He didn’t know what to say, swallowing and willing out an, “oh, thank you, Y/N, you look rather nice, too..”

Was he freaking out internally, too? You doubted it. You didn’t even think he was capable of feeling that way. But here he was, the top student, who rarely expressed emotion, blushing and at a loss for words, still sitting wayyyy too close for comfort.

“Do you want to go out for lunch after this? I’ll pay.”

You swallowed, excitement and anxiety swirling inside your head. “Like.. a date?”

“Yeah. Like a date. If that’s what you want it to be.” He seemed nervous, which was super out of left-field for him. You’d never seen Illumi anxious about anything, so you figured he must really, really like you if asking you out made him nervous.

You looked into his eyes for a minute, studying his expression. God, was he beautiful. You couldn’t help the huge smile plastered across your face when you told him you would love to go on a date with him. When you told him, you caught a small upturn at the corners of his lips. You just wished this study session would be over with already, barely able to focus with the excitement of your newfound reciprocated feelings.

“So, the difference between ionic and covalent bonds……..”

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SURPRISE VISIT

au!Spiderman x fem!reader - flirting, fluff, cheeky Peter

Summary: Spiderman makes a surprise visit to your office, but somehow, you recognize his voice.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: mild swearing

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I had landed the best summer internship in the city. At least for me. My dream of being a journalist finally caught a break once I was hired at NYC Beat, the fastest growing online news magazine. They even gave me a little office that wasn’t being used to call my own.

It wasn’t much, but it had giant floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the far wall with the most amazing view of downtown. I found myself getting distracted by it more than I’d like to admit. 

I was working on a new piece about the various New YorK superheroes that have popped up over the past few years. There’s been a huge increase in crime in the city recently, attracting all kinds of fighters and vigilantes to come out of the woodwork. After proofing the article for the second time, I walked over to the glass and stared out over the New York skyline.

I take a deep inhale, enjoying the view. As I let out my breath, the windows EXPLODE.

A red blur tackles me to the ground. Shards of glass rain down around us and I scream as a body covers me from the wave. When I open my eyes seconds later, I realize who’s on top of me. 

Spiderman.

“What the fuck?!” I shriek. 

He scrambles off me, brushing fragments of glass off my shoulders. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I repeat, staring at him in disbelief. Spiderman just swung through my window. THE Spiderman. 

He’s pulling me to my feet and checking my face for cuts as he lets out a stream of word vomit. “I was trying to get away from some guys and I underestimated how fast I was going and how hard I was gonna hit the wall and I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to–”

Wait. I recognize that voice. 

I grab him by the shoulders to get him to stop talking. “Peter?”

He freezes. “No?”

“Peter Parker? Midtown High School?”

“Who’s that?”

I second guess myself. Could this be him? Maybe I’m imagining it, but Spiderman sounds exactly like this guy I went to highschool with. I hadn’t seen him in years, probably two or three, but I’d recognize that voice anywhere. 

I gape at him, not knowing what to believe. Am I going crazy? Did I go to fucking high school with Spiderman? Peter was a scrawny, nerdy guy who was kind to everyone, including me. We never really talked outside of class but I always thought he was cute. Now I thought he was the asshole who just crashed through my office.  

It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t.

Both of our heads whip around as we hear yelling and shouts from somewhere on the floor.

Spiderman runs over and locks my door, saying “Shit, they know I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” I ask urgently. “Why are you here? Why did you just crash through my window?!”

“Was there a window there?” he laughs sheepishly. I give him a look that makes him reconsider the jokes. “Sorry, too soon,” he admits as he turns to look outside the huge hole in the wall. The shouting and banging is getting closer.

“Who’s coming after you?”

“Some guys,” he replies. “Some bad, bad guys.”

“That’s really specific!”

He spins around. “Look. Considering the window and the glass everywhere, they’re gonna know I was in here. And they’re not gonna let you go until you tell them where I went.”

“Well, unfortunately I can’t climb down skyscrapers like Spiderman.” How could he have gotten me into such a mess? I was furious and getting increasingly anxious about the ‘bad guys’ that were coming for us. 

He listens at the door, then strides over to me. “Do you trust me?”

“NO!” I shout, backing away. 

“You’ve gotta trust me.”

“You’re a stranger who just busted through my window.”

Someone pounds on the door and a deep male voice yells “Open this door. We know you’re in here! SPIDERMAN!” 

Spiderman holds out his hand, getting a little frantic. “We’ve gotta go, right now. You have to trust me.”

I’m frozen, eyes wide with panic. 

Spiderman rips off his mask. Now I’m frozen with shock.

“Katie, it’s me.” Peter Parker grabs my shoulders and gets right in my eyeline. “Look at me. It’s Peter. You were right. We need to get out of here.”

A blast from somewhere outside the door shakes the whole building. 

Peter takes both of my hands in his. “Do you trust me?,” he repeats. 

I nod my head, at a complete loss for words. He flashes a smile that makes me forget where we are for a second, then puts on the mask. 

Still holding one of my hands, he leads me to the edge of the gaping hole in the wall. We overlook the city from about 50 stories up and I realize what he is planning on doing. 

“Don’t you dare drop me,” I breathe, absolutely terrified of what is about to happen.

Peter squeezes my hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulls me into his chest and wraps my arms around his shoulders. “You’re gonna want to hold on.”

“You think?” He just looks at me for a second. Someone starts pounding on the door.

“Katie?”

How does he know my name? “Yeah?”

“You’re still really pretty.” 

Then Spiderman jumps and we fall into the open air.

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And Fate was on His Side

Chapter 2

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tw: violence, fighting, wounds, and maybe military inaccuracies (let me know if i miss any)

Price x F!Reader, Secret Baby Trope

an: As I said before the first chapter some characters may be ooc. Also, I'm not sure how to write the British dialect, so for now, dialogue will seem a little weird. I will be coming back to edit it when I do figure it out. One last thing, if I forgot to add you to the taglist just leave a comment and let me know. Sorry in advance if I did!

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All she could hear was the heavy breathing coming from her. She looked towards her son as he was repeating something over and over again. She couldn't read his lips well so she had no idea what it was. But the woman did watch him as he started to put pressure on her shoulder, on the very edge of her collarbone.

Watching him lean to the side to talk to his twin, who was beside her, the woman let her head fall back against the counter they were hiding behind. As she looked up at the ceiling, her hearing slowly returned.

" We gotta get outta here Danny, we don't know how long we will be stuck here!" Mia had whispered yelled at her brother. Danny sighs and looks at her slightly. " There isn't anywhere else to go Mia, plus Mom is already hurt. We gotta stay here til help comes, just have to slow down the bleeding." Danny furrows his eyebrows as he looks up at his mother, and then he looks at Mia. " Try to keep her awake and aware.. just in case we get a chance to leave." Mia nodded and she sat up and started rambling to her mother about something that happened at school that day. The twins shared a look, determined to keep their mother safe.

Stepping out of the truck, the men started to march towards the mall. The one with the bucket hat could hear Laswell talking in his ear. " It looks like they are targeting a few stores on the left side of the mall. You all need to head that way, we will have some of the others head towards the right side to help people evacuate." Price looks back at the three men behind him and he nods. " You heard the woman, let's get in and take these arseholes out."

The three men just nodded as they were all focused on getting the people stuck on the left side of the mall out to safety. They swiftly made their way inside, walking with determination. Seeming a little relaxed they kept an eye out while surveying the mall before heading to the left side of the mall. As the men got closer they all lifted their guns getting ready. As they got closer to the store with the family of three inside, they could see a group of five men outside of it.

Before they got too close they all hid behind some kiosk. Price and Gaz were in the one closest to the terrorist, while the other two were behind the one behind them. Price looks back at his men, he nods his head slightly before he leans around the kiosk. He takes a deep breath as he lines up his shot. Then…..BOOM… The team of men started to shoot at the small group in front of the store. Three of them were hit as the other two dived to hide behind a large planter across from the kiosk.

From inside the shop, both of the teams heard screams, they came from the people in the back. But it also came from Mia behind the counter. Daniel looks towards his mother and sister worried. He slowly stood up a little to see what was happening outside of the shop. However, all he could see was the 141 in a gunfight with two of the guys who attacked them.

The boy quickly sat back down as he looked towards his mother and sister. "There are people outside, they are fighting the guys who were camping the store." Y/n turns her head to look at Daniel. " Stay down til we don't hear any more guns, it is still not safe enough." She reached over and grabbed onto his arm as Mia kept her hands against her mother's wound. She watches her a little worriedly before glancing at Daniel. He looked between the two females before he slowly nodded.

"Don't worry Mom, I'll stay down here with you and Mia." He gave her a small smile before he sat a little closer to her. Y/n started to smile a little more as she leaned over and let her head rest on him. The twins glance towards each other a little worried but they sit a little closer to their mother. Neither of them mentioned the blood that was slowly seeping through the shoulder of her sweater.

Outside of the store, the gunfight was still going on, though there was only one terrorist left. Simon ends up shooting the man between the eyes. Price lifts his head and slowly scans the area to make sure there aren't any others hiding. Once he gives his men a signal all four of them are standing up and making their way into the store.

All four men became alert tho as Daniel quickly stood up from behind the counter and looked at them wide-eyed. " Y'all are good guys, right? Cause my mom needs help, she was shot." As Simon and Soap got a good look at the boy they had side eyed each other, both of them having the same thought. That boy looks like a young Price. The two men in front of them tho don't notice as they hurry behind the counter.

Gaz quickly kneeled beside the woman as she watched him nervously. Mia slowly backed away while watching the strange man assess her mother a little. Behind the teenage girl tho, Price was frozen. This was the woman of his dreams, the one he thought had gotten away. Tho she looked a little older, but to him, she was still beautiful. Simon called his name as Soap called Laswell, hurriedly saying that they needed a medic, and it snapped Price out of it.

The man in the bucket hat had glanced toward his teammate before he was quickly kneeling before the woman. He just watched Gaz question her before he started to put pressure on her shoulder. She looked like she was kind of out of it, but as she slowly turned towards Price her breath had caught in her throat. He gave her a small smile as she grabbed onto his arm. The group standing around them looked a little confused, especially when she started tearing up.

Shouting could be heard outside of the shop getting closer, Soap had left the group to lead them inside the shop. Back with the group Mia was watching her mother and this strange man closely. Price slowly pushes some of her hair out of her face. "Didn' think we would be seeing each other again like this." He let out a small laugh as he was trying to ease some tension as the woman cleared her throat a little. " I didn't think I would see you again, especially in the States.." She suddenly took in a deep breath as the medics rounded the counter.

The group stepped back as they started to check over the woman. The twins were holding each other as they watched them with their mom closely. Price was doing the same thing as Gaz stepped back to the teens, he cleared his throat a little. " Is this your Mom?" The twins quickly nodded, and he nodded back before he stepped up to a medic who was stepping to the side. " I hope the lot of you has enough room for her twins because I don't think they'll let their mother leave."

The medic nodded a little as she looked back at the twins. "Don't worry there will be enough room, there's multiple vehicles here." She turns away as the rest of her group lifts y/n onto the gurney. They made sure everything was ready before glancing back at the twins. " Hope you all are ready, let's go!" As the group started to make their way out of the shop. Price got a good look at the twins, his brow furrowed as he looked at Daniel. He thought he looked very familiar but couldn't figure out why.

Shaking that from his thoughts he turns back to his team. "You lot stay here I'll walk them out." He grabbed his gun and was jogging after the group that just left. The three men that were left there all looked at each other and nodded after watching all those interactions. They all say simultaneously "Those are his kids"

Price walked kind of close to the side of the gurney, though he was walking behind the twins. Mia was currently holding her mother's hand and telling her what she wanted to do when they got home, the teen was told to help keep her mother awake. As they got closer to the ambulance tho, y/n had looked over at Price. Before the medics could put her in the back of the vehicle, she had reached out and grabbed onto Price's arm. She took a deep breath as she looked up at him teary-eyed.

"Their yours.."

Then as the woman let go and was put into the vehicle, Price stood there frozen. The man watches the ambulance drive away, it clicks as he grabs his hat.

"Fuck!"

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Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warning: None

Chapter: 6.05

You sit in silence watching as Liam wraps tape around his lacrosse stick; nothing you could have said would change the way he feels. The ghost riders had taken all the people your pack tried so hard to protect, but Liam had taken it the hardest and was blaming himself. He arrived at the science lab just as the ghost rider that was trying to attack you vanished, looking so defeated and broken.

You presume it was the presence of a hellhound that scared the ghost rider off.

Hearing footsteps, you lift your head up, forcing a smile when Hayden, Mason, and Corey walk into the boys locker room. “What are you guys still doing here?”

Neither of you say anything.

“None of this was your fall.” Mason puts his hand on Liam’s shoulder. “There was just so much happening tonight, it was impossible to save everyone.”

After the game, Coach had made Liam team captain, and under any other circumstances he would have been delighted; becoming captain was something he had wanted for so long.

Feeling your phone vibrate, you walk to the other side of the changing room. The sound of static keeps interfering. “Scott, I can’t hear you.”

His voice comes through like mumbling.

“Can you say that again?”

He repeats himself, but this time his voice is clearer. The phone starts to slip from your grip, but Hayden is by your side and catches it before it hits the ground.

“What’s happened?” Liam wraps his arm around your waist, holding you upright. “Babe, what’s happened?”

“My uncle Chris is in the hospital.”

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“You should be in school.”

Hearing your uncle's voice, you sit upright in the hard plastic chair you were starting to doze off in. Seeing him with so many injuries made tears well up in your eyes; it was bringing back the pain of losing Allison. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

He strokes the back of your back, “I’m going to be fine.”

“I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

Just as you begin to hysterically sob, Melissa comes into the room and kneels down so she’s level with you. “Hey, Chris is going to be fine. Argent’s are made of rubber.”

Y/n Argent.

That didn’t feel right.

You wanted… It definitely wasn’t your mom, and you don’t have a dad anymore. Not since Kate killed the man she let you believe was your father for most of your life.

“I just feel so alone.”

Melissa pulls you in for a tight hug and says, “You’re not alone. I think you should stay with me and Scott until Chris is out of the hospital.”

“Thank you,” your uncle gives her an appreciative nod.

They make eye contact and share an intense look, one you try to ignore. The last thing you needed to think about was whatever was going on between the two of them.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Melissa stands back up and awkwardly breaks eye contact with your uncle, her cheeks turning red. She clears her throat while smoothing out her scrubs. “I have a spare key in my locker; I’ll go and get it. Unless you want to wait until I finish my shift.”

“I better go to Liam’s house first; I left my backpack for school at his. I can text Scott and ask him to pick me up on the way back home. But thank you; this means a lot.”

She gives you a warm smile, “Don't worry about it. You're in Scott's pack, and that makes you family.”

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Feeling exhausted, you flop down onto the bed beside Liam. You chuckle lightly when Liam outstretches his arm so you can cuddle into him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Do you ever get the feeling something is wrong but you can’t fully understand or explain what’s wrong? I just... something has changed, but I’m not sure what.”

“I need to see what you just said in writing.”

You both laughed; you were so exhausted your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. “I just need to sleep before trying to have a real conversation again.”

“Scott knows you're here, doesn’t he?”

After showering, you said goodnight to Melissa and Scott. You went to sleep in the spare room, but you had this gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that Liam wasn’t okay, so you snuck out of the McCall house by climbing out of the window. We went to the Dunbar house. Melissa probably wouldn’t have been too happy, but unless she came to check on you during the middle of the night, she wouldn’t know.

“Yeah, Scott most definitely knows.”

“I can give you a lift back in a couple of hours before Mrs. McCall gets up.”

You cuddle closer into him, “Thanks.”

Liam kisses your forehead, “But in the meantime, try and get some sleep.”

Not long after your eyes shut over, you begin to dream of different things, and even while in a dream-like state, you still feel a sense of deja vu. You see a board with different names on it, but none of them are clear enough to read. You are in a hospital bed, and someone is holding your hand, but you can’t see beyond their arm. And the last thing you remember seeing is seeing writing on your hand.

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Please do a imagine where Y/N invites her friend Steven Adler over to help her with her homework. But during the homework, the two of them get distracted and start kissing and having sex in her room. And her parents aren't allowed to know about it, so they have to cover it up and say they were just doing homework 🤭

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Summary: In a desperate attempt to make your school work less boring, you invite your best friend over, oblivious to the fact that it would end up being a very unforgettable night for the both of you.

Content warnings: kissing, p in v, swearing

A/n: Im so excited to write for Steven! Im so sorry this took so long my lovely, i hope this is okay for you 🫶🏼. Also, please keep the requests coming -this goes to all of you- it keeps me motivated and i love hearing your guys’ ideas‼️

I promise I am not ignoring your requests! It just takes me a bit to write them 🫶🏼

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You have never been so bored in your life.

This homework was kicking your ass, squinting at the book as the words stare right back at you. It’s like your practically reading in a different language, and you’re pretty sure you could pick that up faster than.. whatever this was. Who knows how to do this shit anyway?

Thats when it hits you, the best idea you’ve ever had

Steven. Now Steven would definitely not know how to do it, but he just so happens to be your favourite company. So you’re making him pay the price.

You make your way in to the hallway, and pick up the phone. The next 20 seconds seem like the longest of your life. “Hey! Whats up?” His voice rings through the phone, immediately giving you butterflies. No, no thats wrong, steven is your best friend and you are not going to let your silly feelings get in the way of that. You pursed your lips together before asking the question you phoned him to ask. “Can you come over? Im doing work and it’s really boring,” a couple seconds later his energetic voice sounded through the phone “ ‘course sweetheart I’ll be right there!” Followed by the beep of the call ending.

Well that was easy.

Around twenty minutes later did you hear your front door open. Legs sliding off the edge of your bed, you manoeuvred your way to let him in, passing your parents on the way. “Who’s here?” Your father asked with a stern look on his face. “It’s just Steven, dad, he’s helping me with homework.” Now if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen the sideways glance your parents gave each other, but you were not, so you just made your way to the door.

You opened the door, eyeing the snacks tucked under his arm. Gosh his arm, the arm that you have spent far too long looking at. Ushering him in, you both scuttle your way back to your bedroom.

“Hey Stevie, sorry for this being last minute, I’m just so bored and i really don’t understand this topic.” You explained, guilt beginning to creep up your spine. “It’s totally fine if you want to go home, i get i—” but you were cut off by a honeyed voice, “sweetheart, i don’t wanna go home, i enjoy being with you, homework or not.”

Being with you. Being with you. The small phrase repeating itself inside of your head. Oh how you wish he was with you like that, you would never shut up. Putting that thought aside for the moment, you flashed him a cheesy grin and resumed your place on the bed. “Do you have any idea how to do this one?” You dare to ask. He picks up the piece of paper in an overly enthusiastic manner, and holds it about an inch away from his eyes, before slamming the paper back on to your bed with an exaggerated sigh. “No” was the concluded answer. The both of you bursted out into laughter, before you smacked him arm lightly and picked up the next question.

This went on for about an hour, you asking if he knew what to do, then him being just as clueless as you are, and writing down half-arsed answers in favour of being able to say you tried, when being met by your teachers disappointing gaze.

It was only when you got to the last question did you realise what the hell you were doing, so you excitedly started working it out, much to Stevens dismay. He called your name once, twice and three times before he decided to act on pure adrenaline.

One minute, you were scribbling down formulas and equations, the next you had lips connected with yours. It felt like nothing you had experienced before, soft lips interlocking with yours, calloused hands gripping your face with need. When he pulled away, your lips parted in shock, slightly swollen and rosy. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, sweetheart”

All you could do in that moment was stare, he had reduced you down to nothing in about 30 seconds. “Talk to me, honey, whacha thinking up there?” He used his knuckles to make a fake knocking movement on your head. You quite literally did not have words, so instead you did the only thing you could think of. Kiss him, again.

You practically pounced on the poor guy, cupping the back of his neck in one hand and holding his jaw with the other. Neither you nor Steven realised what you had done until you were straddling his lap while he was leant against the back of the headboard. He stared up at you with those eyes, flashing you that smile and you just couldn’t resist. “I really like you, Stevie,” was all you could muster up, and the answer you got in return made your whole week. No, scrap that, whole year.

“I really like you too.” And with that, you kissed him again.

Small, light weighted kisses quickly turned into devouring each other, and without even realising it, you started to rock your hips over his. You didn’t notice what you were doing until you heard the most gorgeous whimper come out of the man below you. “Is this okay?” You made sure. “Use me how you want, sweetheart, i want it all.”

With the newly found permission, you quickly started tugging at his belt, and making quick work of pulling his trousers down. He was left in his boxers and shirt, the outline of his dick visible through the thin layer of underwear. In just a quick pull, his shirt was off his head and dropped carelessly onto the floor. “Let me see you, baby” he needily grasped at all your clothing.

Within the next few minutes, you were sat naked in his lap, no layers to separate between you both.

You lifted your hips above his tip, moving forwards and backwards with ease, your slick coating him in a sheen layer. He groaned, and held your hips with a near-bruising force. “Sweetheart, please,” he begged, needy for your touch. And with that, you lowered yourself onto him, slowly sliding down until your ass was flush with his thighs.

The feeling was so overwhelming, the best thing you had ever felt, and it was obvious he felt the same with the way he moaned uncontrollably. “Shh, shh honey, we wouldn’t want my parents hearing us would we?” You asked, a newfound confidence creeping its way up your spine. He muffled out a little ‘mhmm’ at your condescending words and let his head rest against the top of the headboard.

You started to slowly grind your hips against his, feeling the blonde curls at the base of him hit your clit. Your hands roamed his chest, neck and eventually landed on his shoulders, keeping you steady while you rocked backwards and forwards. Little mewls were leaving your mouth, and flowing into the air, breaking the silence of the house, except for Steven, of course. He was whimpering every time his tip hit that spongey part inside of you, gaining pleasure from yours.

“You feel so good” he breathed out, as soon as you started to move up and down. You dragged your walls on his cock, feeling it twitch at every new movement. Gosh he was so responsive, and fairly bigger than anyone you had taken before, causing a dull ache to come from where you were connected. That quickly became pleasure, with the way he started to thrust his hips up to meet yours, ramming deeper than he was before.

“Stevie!” You yelled out of shock, the unexpected move bringing you great amounts of pleasure. His hand snaked its way from your hip, all the way to your mouth, where he held his had over it. “I know, I know. Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispered in your ear. The sound of his voice making your pussy clench. “Gosh, sweetheart, do that again and I’ll come,”

Was that supposed to make you stop?

Because now you know you hold so much power, you’re using it to your advantage. You purposely clench your walls around him, feeling a soft twitch inside you before you hear the inevitable “oh—sweetheart—oh gosh—I cant—” his hands held onto your waist like a vice, gripping so hard there were sure to be bruises. Not like you minded.

Your hand snakes its way down to your clit, rubbing in messy circles which very quickly lead to your orgasm. He moans and whimpers as you make muffled noises of your own, head buried into the crook of his neck, laying soft, wet kisses where you can reach.

After you have both came down, he gently turns around with you in his arms, making it so he is now on top of you, before pulling out gently. You wince at the emptiness, and he coos “I know baby, I’ll be right back,” and with that, he’s shuffled to the bathroom.

He comes back holding a damp flannel. “Open for me, honey, need to clean you up.” Your fucked out brain makes it hard to move, so he gently spreads your legs and whiles away the evidence of your joint desire. After, he balls it up and throws it in the direction of your washing basket, completely missing but not giving a shit. His arms wrap themselves around your midsection, your chin resting on his shoulder and your hands coming up to play with his beautiful curls.

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It must’ve been an hour later? Maybe an hour and a half? You don’t know, the only thing you care about right now is him. But it’s gotten late, he needs to go home, sleep in his own bed. So you slowly get up out of your bed, and hold a hand out for him to take. When he does, you yank him up in one swift movement. “Clothes, Stevie you need clothes,” you decide to state the obvious as you hand him back his band tee. “I don’t wanna.” He says as one big groan, lifting the shirt over his head and shoulders.

By the time you’re fully dressed, he is looking at you as if you built the sky. “What?” You say as a giggle. “Nothin’, just wondering whether you’d do me the honour of letting me take you on a date?” A chuckle leaves your throat. “Is that even a question, Steven, of course!” He breaths a big sigh of relief as he looks into your eyes. Those eyes he loves so much.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, 6pm?” He asks, while beginning to make his way to your bedroom door. You follow him. “Yeah, yeah that works great with me.” You say with a smile. “Now let me walk you to my front door so you don’t have to face the wrath of my parents by yourself, remember, we were just doing homework.” You punctuate it with a tap of your finger on his nose, before opening your door and stepping into the cold hallway.

He follows you down, and you begin to make your way to the front door, but not without the interrogation, it seems. “What did you two get up to all afternoon?” Your father looks up from his news paper, peeking at the both of you over the top of it. “Homework, dad, Steven helped me with homework.” The annoyance in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed by your mother, who gives a pointed look.

You just turn around, look at Steven and give him a massive grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” You exclaimed excitedly. “Yeah you will.” He flashes you his smile before opening your door and stepping out.

“Goodnight, Steven”

“Goodnight, sweetheart”

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TO WISH — XU MINGHAO

SYNOPSIS : minghao finds himself back at his hometown, dreaming to meet you again.

NOTES : xu minghao x gn!reader, small fluff, angst, romance, non-idol!au, minghao’s pov, lowercase intended, a bit grim(?), dream to nightmare, not proofread

WORD COUNT : 1.8k words

WARNINGS : drowning, mentions of death, character death

A/N : this is inspired by hai cheng and this took like months to finish since it was just in the drafts LMAO. anywayy pls let me know what you think 🤧 🩵

MASTERLIST

it was the season of autumn, and the rustling leaves on the trees gently fell on the stony ground. there was a comforting silence in the afternoon and minghao thought that this would be a good moment to take a picture.

walking to his old home, he begins to appreciate the usual comfort. the cozy color of brown around the beige white as he lets himself bask in the peeking sunlight through the window and wishes to think about nothing—letting time pass by without a word.

but his mind continued to trail on as he thought about the waters. the rich color of the sea—a vibrant teal with a mix of the soft color blue. the way the waves move past sandy shores. he thinks about the sea creatures that wander aimlessly around the sea.

he also thought about his family, his home, and the frequent chilly weather that he grew up in. the familiar smell of his family's cooking, the pot of rice still hot as he took a bite. the book that was given to him resting on the floor even though he barely read any of the pages, and the small conversations he would listen to from his family.

“how was school? did you have fun with your friends?” his family wonders.

but most of all, minghao thought about you. he thought about the day he first met you. he noticed you wandering around the town, your eyes were pasted on your phone.

minghao was kind enough to try and guide you, “new around this town?” he remembered asking, each step unconsciously wanting to be close to you.

unsurprisingly, you looked back at him, letting out a sigh as you looked at him like he was your savior. minghao noticed the way you were clutching the on string of the balloon that you were holding. a bright red color, he thought.

“i can’t seem to find this place,” you walk up to minghao showing him your phone, its bright light hitting his face immediately. minghao noticed the familiar trails on the map, following their town’s local beach. no one ever visited that place as it wasn’t exactly the hotspot of his town.

but of course, minghao wasn’t about to let you down on the first day that he had met you, “sure, i could help you find it,” he said as he looked at you giving you a nod, your face practically lit up

he still remembers the walk you two both had together. you had a brown scarf that wrapped around your neck loosely, it seemed like it could’ve blown away at any second.

“so your name is minghao?” after asking for his name, you repeat it once more. you smile before introducing yourself as well.

“yep, i grew up in this neighborhood, so if you hear anyone call my name, that’s because they’re calling me. quite popular around here” he grins, as he looks at the older people from the cliffs, giving them a wave.

“then i can rely on you for a lot of things then?” you give minghao a bright look in your eyes, something made him sigh with content in his heart.

“i suppose, but what do i gain from this?”

“a new friend maybe?” you reply, nudging minghao as you give him a grin.

minghao, can’t help but smile. new friend?

“that would be nice,” he said, “someone from out of town needs to get to know this place.”

minghao remembers that fulfilling day, you two had exchanged numbers after and hit it off since. you and minghao were basically inseparable.

as he opened the curtains, minghao looked at the beach, and he noticed someone holding a red balloon and a familiar one too, he never thought you’d be here again.

or was it all just a dream?

even if it was a dream, he would want it to last forever. minghao immediately leaves his home to go to his sanctuary where you would be waiting for him.

were you here just to see him again? minghao didn’t know why you were suddenly at the beach, it logically didn’t make sense at all, since the last time he met you was years ago.

maybe you wanted to surprise him or maybe you don’t even remember him, but he doesn’t mind at all as he pulls the scarf you gave him close to his face, the same love and longing that he had when he first met you.

he dreams to see you again, look for the red balloon you hold for him to look for you, follow you around as you try finding hiding spots to try and not get caught, but as he finds you hiding a corner, he’s reaching out to you as you move away from him as a joke making him smile. he would feel his steps getting quicker as he tries to chase you.

“yn!” he didn’t care if his shoes were brand new and were going to be ruined by the sand, he quickly called out and you turned around, giving him a wave, you were so far ahead, he thought. minghao walks calmly, knowing you wouldn’t leave. he knows you wouldn’t.

he wishes for another day with you, sitting across from him on the train as he sketches you out, he thought of you as the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

he wants to have one more night with you, sitting next together, as you both let out a sigh seeing the small fog. he wants to hold you close, as night falls, and the lampposts begin to glow the same orange hue.

but as he steps to the sand, there he finds nothing but a floating red balloon and the brown scarf.

“wake up, you’ll drown.” a familiar voice said.

what?

the red balloon pops as the shores wash past him, he has to remember to wake up as fast as he can. the water quickly drags him down from within. he was falling, drowning, he couldn’t feel anything but the strong, moving waters.

it was sudden. it was too much, he couldn’t breathe or feel anything. minghao was trying to swim as fast as he could, trying to get back to shore. he wanted to see you, but you were too far.

he was so close just to be able to see you. but you were too far, and now he’s going to…

“wake up.”

wake up it says.

WAKE UP.

minghao jolts, immediately getting up to find himself in his old bedroom, he could hear someone snoring quietly. the morning was about to rise, as the sun peeked through his curtains.

“a dream,” he mumbled to himself. as he gets off his bed, he suddenly steps on something soft, a contrast to the hardwood floors.

a brown knitted scarf was on the floor. minghao carefully picked it up, his thumb grazing around its details, its different shades of brown, and its textures.

minghao begins to tear up. he pulls the brown scarf close to his chest.

🌊﹕──﹕🧣﹕──﹕🌊

the train ride to the beach was pretty quick, there wasn’t anyone on the train like he remembered. as he steps off the light rail, he finally sees the beach.

the familiar turquoise color rushes through the sand as he looks around, the sunlight was warm as it was the coldest season of the year, he was the only person who ever visited this beach whenever he visited his family, it was quite calming as he looked down, listening to the waters.

although something told minghao to look up, and as he did, he noticed someone, someone familiar who was standing on the water still.

“minghao,” it mouths out before waving.

“take care,” minghao recalls your familiar catchphrase.

“take care…” minghao couldn’t help it anymore, he began to cry as everything else went silent. the unfinished dance, you two had choreographed together, he remembers fondly. the incomplete sketch of you, it was the only thing he could remember of you.

minghao wants to live another moment with you again, to be able to have another dance with you, to hold your hand as you move along with him, and let out a hearty laugh as you accidentally make a misstep before telling you it’s okay to make mistakes. step by step, the two would dance together like droplets of rain pattering down the ground.

but he knows it would never happen again.

“minghao!” a hand grabs his shoulder, trying to shake him, all the noise finally came to him, he heard the waves of the water hitting his shoes, the squawk of seagulls, and the person who was shaking his body

“are you…okay?” he hadn’t realized there was someone right in front of him. their shiny black shoes had been ruined by the grainy yellow sand, but it’s like the stranger didn’t seem to mind at all, they were only worried about minghao’s state and his unending tears.

“i…” he quickly notices the tears dropping into the sand. wiping away the tears, he looks at them, “w-who are you…?”

“oh you can’t be joking right now hao!” they aggressively shake his shoulders before immediately placing their hands on his face, “i just see you staring from far ahead and reaching at nothing and weeping, then you start saying that you don’t know me,” they said as they let go of his face and crouch on the grainy ground.

“you’re starting to sound like someone from an amnesia episode in a show…” continuing to ramble on, making minghao smile lightly. he laughed like this was the first joke he had ever understood. it was hearty, and it was weird, but it brought comfort.

“i’m sorry..it was just a dream…” he reassures them, holding onto the brown scarf tightly, “i just thought i needed some fresh air.

“minghao if something is bothering you, you have to let me know,” they said looking up at him, “if this place leaves a bad impression on you we can just leave and—”

“i’m going to be alright.”

“but you were crying hao..”

“it’s going to be okay, i told myself i would leave this…” minghao says, pulling the scarf away from his face, “…this scarf, it meant everything to me.”

minghao crouches on the sand next to them, “i’m sorry for going crazy,” he grinned wrapping an arm around them.

“well, i’ll be here if you need anything,” they said, “but i don’t want you to forget about yourself again,” they joke.

minghao remembers how long ago it had been since he lost you in the waters. the scarf was something that he needed to remove if he wanted to move on.

he unwraps the scarf around himself, but before he even places it on the sand, he stops himself for a moment. he didn’t know whether or not this was the right call, i mean this was the last time he was seeing this scarf.

it takes him a while to think, but minghao quickly shakes his head, wrapping the scarf around himself again before getting up taking their hand, “let’s go,” he says.

the beach that was once yours and minghao’s sanctuary. it lingers behind his mind as he leaves the beach with them, holding their hand. not knowing it, a popped red balloon slowly moves from the shallow sea.

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